Chapter 11 Chapter 11 He is unhappy again
The next morning, Song Jianan asked Uncle Liu to take him to school, and then took a taxi to Wen Xue's studio according to the address she gave him.
There were only three people in the studio: Wen Xue, Wen Xue's boyfriend, photographer, and assistant Cheng Ke, and him.
Cheng Ke was a Beta like him. He was tall and strong, but he wore a dusty apron. He cursed at everyone while working tirelessly to clean up Wen Xue's messy studio.
Song Jianan held the milk tea that Wen Xue gave him in both hands, bit the straw, took a small sip of the milk tea, and glanced at Cheng Ke's tall figure, feeling a little envious. There were few Betas with such a powerful physique as Cheng Ke.
The mixed taste of milk and black tea filled his mouth, sweet but not greasy. Song Jianan's eyes lit up, he took another big sip, quietly turned the milk tea cup to the side with the label, and wrote down the name.
After waiting for a while, I finally started working.
When Song Jianan saw the hot pants and cake skirts that were obviously not for boys among the clothes he was trying on, his eyes widened and he asked uncertainly, "Senior, this is not for me, right?"
The senior student didn't tell him that he wanted to wear women's clothes.
Wen Xue blinked and said, "Just try it first. If it's not suitable, we won't shoot it. We respect your wishes."
Song Jianan breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously thinking that it was impossible for him to really wear women's clothes.
But what happened next was beyond his expectations.
Wen Xue was actually very satisfied with the strange hot pants and cake skirt he wore. He was soft-tempered and agreed reluctantly after Wen Xue's constant persuasion and the temptation of women's clothing and two hundred yuan.
Wen Xue promptly put on a wig, styled his hair, and put on makeup for him.
He had delicate features and a smooth face, a look that was pleasing to the eye, but his appearance changed drastically in Wen Xue's hands.
Song Jianan stared blankly at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, unable to believe it was himself. With a dizzy head, he was pushed by Wen Xue to the studio that Cheng Ke had just prepared. He spent a difficult morning under Cheng Ke's professional guidance, during which he wore two sets of women's clothing.
Only then did he realize that being a fashion model was not that easy. Just constantly changing poses during photo shoots could be exhausting.
However, compared to many jobs, modeling is relatively easy, and most importantly, the salary is very good.
He earned 4,400 yuan in this morning!
After taking the photos, Wen Xue slapped her head and remembered that she had not signed the contract yet, so she quickly found the contract that had been prepared in advance.
While reading the contract, Song Jianan asked the question he wanted to ask: "Why don't you find an Omega model?" If it is a male Omega, he should be more willing to wear women's clothing for the photo shoot.
Wen Xue said with disgust: "Omegas are delicate and squeamish, and Alphas are not good either. When my career stabilizes, I will go for gland removal surgery."
Song Jianan blinked, surprise flashing in his eyes.
Wen Xue smiled at him and said, "I've gotten off track. Just sign if there's nothing wrong with it. Don't worry, I won't cheat you."
Song Jianan also smiled slightly, and read the rest carefully before signing his name.
After signing the contract, he walked out of the studio with his pay slip. He couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips, and there was an unconcealable smile between his eyebrows.
He will go to apply for a bank card now, and then send the card number to the senior student so that he can get the money!
The good mood lasted until the evening, approaching the time when Song Yuqiao had video-called him two nights ago.
He changed into the pajamas Song Yuqiao bought for him, feeling slightly worried.
How can I avoid answering Song Yuqiao's call?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he was a little ungrateful. He should have tried to please Song Yuqiao. If it weren't for Song Yuqiao, he wouldn't have been able to put more than 4,000 yuan into his pocket.
Song Jianan began to search for chat scripts online and memorized some of them haltingly, but his phone remained silent.
He yawned and felt a little sleepy, but he was worried that Song Yuqiao would call him and he wouldn't answer, so he had to wait and wait.
As he memorized the conversation script, his thoughts drifted back to the four thousand yuan. He couldn't help but pursing his lips and smiling softly, patting his face.
Can't think about it anymore.
His eyes fell back on the phone screen, and he suddenly remembered something very important.
He and Song Yuqiao haven't signed the agreement yet!
He remembered this when he signed the contract with Wen Xue in the morning.
He earned more than 4,000 yuan today and can earn more in the future. He doesn't have to worry about being abandoned and having nowhere to go.
But since he has already clung to Song Yuqiao's thigh, why not make good use of this opportunity, complete his studies, and get a college degree, so that he will have more options when looking for a job in the future.
Therefore, it would be better for him and Song Yuqiao to sign an agreement.
He searched for agreement templates online, opened the memo, and edited the agreement content according to the template.
He waited until he was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the pillow, but he still didn't receive a call from Song Yuqiao.
When he woke up in the morning, Song Jianan saw that the chat box had not changed at all. He couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he just realized that Song Yuqiao didn't have to video call him every day.
That’s right, they are not lovers, let alone partners.
This is reasonable.
During class, Song Jianan received a notice from the counselor that his accommodation application had been approved and he could move into the school dormitory.
As soon as the class was over, he took a taxi back to Xihe Garden without calling Uncle Liu, and went straight back to his room. He packed the few items he had into his schoolbag, and those that couldn't fit into the schoolbag he put into the shopping bag for clothes.
He went downstairs carrying a bulging schoolbag and shopping bags.
Steward Xue had a bad suspicion in his mind and hurried forward to ask, "Young Master, where are you going?"
Song Jianan felt inexplicably guilty. He subconsciously tried to hide the hand holding the shopping bag behind his back, but his fingers only gripped the strap tightly. He looked uncomfortable and said, "Sister Xue, I'm going to move back to school."
Butler Xue thought to himself, "Master didn't tell me that the young master was going back to school." He quickly stopped him and said with a smile, "Young master, is there something we haven't done well in taking care of you? If you point it out, we will definitely change it."
Song Jianan shook his head, afraid that she would misunderstand, and quickly said: "It's none of your business. I'm staying here for a few days. I'm very grateful for your care. I may come back in the future. Sister Xue, please don't think I'm annoying."
"Of course not." Butler Xue felt strange when he heard the word "staying here", but he didn't stop him. He smiled and said, "You are welcome anytime."
"I'll ask the driver to take you."
Song Jianan smiled faintly, "Thank you."
After returning to school, Song Jianan found dormitory building No. 9, registered his information with the dormitory manager, got the key, and went upstairs.
The dormitory is on the third floor, neither too high nor too low, just right.
He opened the door of dormitory 307 with great anticipation.
"Didn't you just go out? Why are you..."
A black head turned around, and the boy wearing black-framed glasses looked puzzled, "Who are you?"
Song Jianan smiled at him and was about to answer him.
The boy suddenly understood, "You are the new roommate?"
Song Jianan nodded.
The boy jumped up from his stool, enthusiastically took the shopping bag from his hand and put it on his desk, introducing himself: "My name is Jin Yu, what's your name?"
Song Jianan told Jin Yu his name, and Jin Yu followed up by asking about his major and year. At Jin Yu's enthusiastic suggestion, the two went to the school supermarket together to buy sheets, quilts and daily necessities, and also applied for water and meal cards.
With the help of Jin Yu, his outgoing roommate, Song Jianan quickly completed the preparations needed for living on campus - although Song Jianan's behavior was completely driven by Jin Yu, and he even couldn't keep up with Jin Yu's thinking.
Make the bed and put your belongings away.
Jin Yu introduced him to other roommates, all of whom were from the same class.
My roommate in bed number one is Xie Mao, a classmate of Jin Yu. They are both computer majors. They are quiet but easy to get along with.
Bed number two is Jin Yu's.
My roommate in bed number three is Tang Yiwen, a finance major. He is a bit arrogant and whether he can get along with others depends entirely on fate.
Song Jianan nodded, feeling that the name of roommate number one sounded familiar.
After Jin Yu finished his work with him, he went out to date his girlfriend.
Not long after he left, the dormitory door was opened and a boy with slightly long hair but still delicate features came in.
There were some dark circles under the boy's eyelids, and he looked a little tired. When he saw him, he paused, closed the door, and returned to his table with the takeaway in his hand, ignoring Song Jianan.
Song Jianan glanced at his desk and knew that he was Xie Mao.
Xie Mao didn't speak to him, and he was too embarrassed to go up and say hello.
It wasn't until a fragrance filled the dormitory that Song Jianan's appetite was aroused.
He lingered on the stool for a while, then mustered up the courage to ask, "Classmate, what are you eating?"
Xie Mao looked up at him and said, "Malatang."
Song Jianan opened the food delivery app and asked, "Can I ask which takeaway you ordered?"
Xie Mao seemed to be in a dilemma for a moment, but he still said, "Yang Guofu Spicy Hot Pot."
Song Jianan smiled at him gratefully, "Thank you."
Then I quickly placed my order and ordered a cup of milk tea.
When I looked up again, Xie Mao had turned his head away, as if he had finished eating, and closed the takeaway box.
Song Jianan hesitated for a moment, then took the initiative to give his name and asked, "Classmate, what's your name?"
Xie Mao still spoke succinctly: "Xie Mao."
I will answer every question, but never say a word more.
Jin Yu was right. Xie Mao was a man of few words, but easy to get along with.
Song Jianan thought about having to spend a year with his roommate, so he dawdled for a while until he was next to Xie Mao. He held out his phone and showed the QR code, "Let's add each other so it's easier to get in touch later."
After adding each other's contact information, the two of them had nothing to say.
Song Jianan had no choice but to retreat to his seat to study.
Xie Mao suddenly stood up, threw away the takeaway box, and said as he passed by him, "The Yang Guofu next to the school is terrible, don't order it."
After he said that, he went straight to bed and drew the curtains.
Song Jianan didn't react for a moment and just said "oh" blankly.
After a while, he remembered that the food he ordered seemed to be from the restaurant in the food court next to the school.
It was too late to cancel the order when I opened my phone; the takeaway was almost delivered.
After Song Jianan ate the spicy hot pot and drank the milk tea, he suspected that Xie Mao was lying to him because it was obviously delicious!
Xie Mao seemed to be taking a rest. He deliberately made little noise while eating. He didn't even dare to sip the last bit of milk tea loudly. He could only gently tear open the seal and pour it into his mouth with his head tilted back.
After eating, he took the textbooks for the afternoon and evening classes and tiptoed out of the dormitory.
When I returned to the dormitory at night, my roommates were all there.
But strangely, the dormitory was very quiet, so Song Jianan didn't dare to speak much.
Tang Yiwen just raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his eyes were indifferent and arrogant, and he had no intention of getting to know him at all.
Song Jianan put down his schoolbag silently.
Jin Yu quietly sent him a message: This is his personality, just get used to it, don’t take it to heart.
Song Jianan: Okay
Then comes with a cute emoticon package.
He and Tang Yiwen were originally strangers, so there was nothing to worry about.
The dormitory is quiet, perfect for studying.
Song Jianan took out a book from his schoolbag, and then Song Yuqiao called via video.
He went to the balcony and closed the door before answering the phone.
Song Yuqiao saw a tall building behind him with bright lights, which looked like a school dormitory. A cold look appeared between his eyebrows and eyes: "Jia Jia, are you moving into the school?"
Song Jianan felt that he was unhappy again and looked very fierce. He lowered his eyes to minimize his anger and then replied softly: "Well, I applied to the counselor yesterday. There happened to be an empty bed, so I moved in."
Now that he had a place to live, he wouldn't have to bother Song Yuqiao anymore. He didn't understand why Song Yuqiao was unhappy.
Maybe Song Yuqiao is just like that, never happy.
Song Yuqiao said, "Jia Jia, the school dormitory environment is poor. Go back home and live there. I'll ask the driver to pick you up."
Song Jianan shook his head and refused: "The dormitory environment is very good, no need to trouble the driver, I will go back after you come back."
When Song Yuqiao needed to go to bed with him, he just had to go back.
The coldness between Song Yuqiao's eyebrows dissipated, and although his face didn't have much expression, it softened a lot. However, he was too small on Song Jianan's phone screen to be seen clearly.
Song Jianan only heard his voice become less cold and hard: "Okay."
A few days later, during evening class, Song Jianan received the news that Song Yuqiao was coming back.
Song Jianan understood that he should return to Xihe Garden tomorrow.
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