Life never stops, and imagination never stops. Ning Wenru, who went to bed too early last night, woke up at 5 a.m. today. Seeing that his roommates were all asleep, Ning Wenru quietly washed up and then quietly carried his laptop to the bed.

Ning Wenru didn't open the chat software for the time being. In this limited private time, he wanted to write instead of chatting in the group. Unfortunately, the book "Kuangcao Teacher" was locked, so Ning Wenru had to secretly open a book "Cool Pet Domineering Love: The Fancy Confession of the Imperial General [Interstellar]".

Ning Wenru had been thinking about this idea early on. The source of the inspiration, in addition to seeing Pang Zaiyuan beat up the knife-wielding gangster in a cool and domineering manner that day, also came from the fact that Ning Wenru and he were roommates.

In the new novel, the protagonist is a space writer who is a childhood friend and neighbor of the Imperial General. The protagonist is innocent and cute, but has zero emotional intelligence. He never knew that the Imperial General liked him and secretly monitored everything about him. So whenever the Imperial General had time, he would express his love in the book review area in various ways. If he disagreed with someone, he would give roses to the readers group to become the highest guardian. In reality, there are also various useless confessions...

Ning Wenru was particularly excited to set up the grand ending first, which was that during the couple's sweet interstellar journey, the Imperial generals sent a starship to perform a fancy show in the starry sky, releasing gas and fireworks to form the three words "I love you" as a ring confession, and then they kissed while being watched by the crowd.

As for the first confession of the imperial general, Ning Wenru used the negative score plot of the little devil god Haoyuan yesterday, and wrote that the imperial general came to Jinjiang for the first time, and was so excited that he gave negative points. As a result, he misunderstood the meaning of some gifts by accident, and left comments in each chapter to give the little attacker a twisted confession like a thick whip dipped in pepper water to urge for updates, which successfully attracted the attention of the protagonist.

Now Jinjiang has evolved and reformed the mine system, changing the mines to various small gifts. The technician who developed this gift system is a lovely old driver, so in addition to the usual gifts of love such as [520 diamond ring], [999 red roses], [1314 blue enchantress], there are also various pure and fresh small gifts such as [smaller whip], [thick whip dipped in pepper water], [add wax to (_fillable content_)], [an old driver medal], etc.

Not only that, when you open an article page with the app, the small gift will also trigger an animated effect that dominates the screen. For example, [999 Red Roses] is 999 red roses dominating the screen with a bright and beautiful blooming effect, and another example is [A thick whip dipped in pepper water to urge for updates] is a hairy whip, followed by bright red blood flowers filling the screen, and two bloody big words "Update" appearing distortedly.

In addition to the screen-dominating effect, the reformed small gifts are the same as the mine system. When brushing gifts, there will be comments from Jinjiang. For example, it will be like this: "Aim and bang! The author accepts my twisted and deep love, and 100 thick leather whips dipped in pepper water are sent to you in turn. Does it hurt? Does it feel good? If it feels good, go and update!"

As Ning Wenru typed, excitement filled his eyes. The more he wrote, the more excited he became. He recorded all his inspirations in his hard drive and did not notice that Pang Zaiyuan had already gotten up and had been staring at him with a scrutinizing look for a long time.

Ning Wenru's well-trained speed made him type as fast as an octopus. In a flash, he had already posted a chapter. Then, seeing Pang Zaiyuan reviewing him, Ning Wenru smiled shyly and greeted him, "Good morning!"

Pang Zaiyuan asked, "Have you taken your fever? How are you feeling?"

"Uh, I haven't taken the temperature yet," Ning Wenru felt a little guilty at the moment, and immediately closed the computer and hid it under the quilt, saying, "I feel very energetic."

Pang Zaiyuan handed him the thermometer, then spread out his palm and said seriously, "Bring your computer. Typing will strain your brain and you won't be able to rest well."

"You know I'm typing?!" Ning Wenru jumped up almost to the ceiling, then hugged the quilt as a shield and shrank into the bed.

Pang Zaiyuan nodded in acknowledgement: “Yes.”

Ning Wenru asked in doubt, "Did that loudmouth Le Weijian say that?"

Pang Zaiyuan didn't explain anything. He tapped the bedside with his fingers and said, "Your computer."

How could Ning Wenru have thought that what Pang Zaiyuan wanted to express was "your computer shows the page where you typed"? At this moment, Ning Wenru was shocked by Pang Zaiyuan's stern face. He thought Pang Zaiyuan had discovered his pen name. He felt so guilty that he almost knelt down and called him grandpa, pretending to be his grandson. He handed his laptop to him obediently and watched his laptop being ruthlessly locked in the cabinet by Pang Zaiyuan.

But after thinking about it, Ning Wenru felt that something was wrong. He was always so clever when he wrote, and no one saw what he was writing. Moreover, if Pang Zaiyuan knew that he wrote a danmei story, and even wrote his name in it, his reaction would definitely not be so calm, and he would take care of him when he was sick so that he didn't need to take care of himself.

Thinking of this, Ning Wenru felt a little more calm. However, as he watched the locked computer, Ning Wenru seemed to see the article "Cursive Script Teacher" that was locked by Xiaohong yesterday. He felt depressed and fell weakly into the quilt.

My roommate is so controlling that he doesn't even allow me to play on the computer when I'm sick.

But for no reason, a bitter sweetness arose in my heart. What the hell?

After a while, Ning Wenru finished checking his fever and confirmed that it was gone. Pang Zaiyuan also changed into a dark blue sportswear.

Ning Wenru stared at him blankly. Although his computer was taken away, he was still thinking about the content of the new article. Thinking that the protagonist and the imperial general were neighbors, the imperial general should be able to teach fighting skills, so Ning Wenru asked, "Are you going to do morning exercises?"

"Yes," Pang Zaiyuan said in a deep and pleasant voice, "You haven't done morning exercises for a long time, and you stayed up late in the laboratory, so your health is not good. But you just recovered from your illness today, so shall we do morning exercises together tomorrow?"

Ning Wenru nodded and said, "Okay, but can you teach me one or two moves now? I want to see a detailed explanation of the moves. For example, if a punch is about to hit you in the face, what will you do?"

Ning Wenru finished speaking and stretched out his right fist. Pang Zaiyuan wrapped his palm around Ning Wenru's fist and twisted it. Ning Wenru felt that his hand was about to be twisted into a knot. He felt that if Pang Zaiyuan twisted it harder, his hand would be broken. However, it didn't hurt. It seemed that Pang Zaiyuan had a good grasp of the strength.

Then, Ning Wenru's right hand was pressed behind his back, and then his back was hit by Pang Zaiyuan's knee. Ning Wenru couldn't help but lean forward, lift his feet and half-kneel on the chair, like a prisoner being held down. But soon, Ning Wenru was released.

"You asked me what I would do. I would do this, but you have never practiced it and your strength is weak. You can't use this trick." Pang Zaiyuan said, "Stand up, I will teach you."

"Yes." As Ning Wenru stood up, a powerful fist stopped in front of him, and he heard Pang Zaiyuan's instructions: "Turn sideways, put your left hand on the wrist of my fist, and extend your right palm to my chin. Yes, push my head up and back."

Pang Zaiyuan gestured with his hands and directed, "Half squat, stretch out your right foot and hook my foot. You're hooking it incorrectly. Think about it, how do you hook me if you want to push me backwards? Okay, now it's correct, use force at the same time."

Ning Wenru did as he was told. He pushed Pang Zaiyuan's chin with his right palm and guided Pang Zaiyuan's fist upward with his left hand. At the same time, he kicked out to hook his leg. He used both hands and one leg to exert force at the same time. Although the force was very light and the movements were very slow, Pang Zaiyuan seemed to have really lost his balance. He was out of control like he was wrestling, and fell on his back on the ground!

Ning Wenru hurriedly pulled him back with his hands halfway, which made Pang Zaiyuan fall less severely.

Fortunately, the dormitory was mopped every day, so the floor was relatively clean. Pang Zaiyuan continued to command as if nothing had happened: "Okay, you have knocked me down now, then you have to hit me in the ribs with your right elbow, grab my neck with your left hand, and completely press me down with your body."

"Is that so?" Ning Wenru adjusted his posture and pressed his body firmly against Pang Zaiyuan's. The skin was connected, Pang Zaiyuan's Adam's apple slid in his palm, and the strong and warm pulse could be felt by his fingers. The other's pulse seemed to be connected with his own and led to his heart. Ning Wenru blushed, climbed up from Pang Zaiyuan's body, stretched out his hand to pull him, and said, "I learned it, thank you."

Pang Zaiyuan waved his hands but did not stand up. He sat on the ground with his legs propped up and said, "Even if you learn it, it's better to run away. It's more appropriate to call the police if something happens."

"Did you not fall just now?" Ning Wenru asked.

Pang Zaiyuan quickly sat on a chair, propped up one leg, and said, "It's okay."

"I'm glad you're okay." Ning Wenru looked at Pang Zaiyuan gratefully and made a decision secretly.

Although Ning Wenru had already given up his improper thoughts a long time ago, Pang Zaiyuan was very handsome, and his appearance and figure were very attractive. Whenever Ning Wenru saw Pang Zaiyuan changing clothes in the dormitory, he would unconsciously keep staring at him.

This is very bad! First of all, Pang Zaiyuan is such a good person. When he was sick, he carried him to the doctor, accompanied him to get IV drips, and brought him food. He took such good care of him. He should also do what a roommate should do. He should definitely not look at his roommate's muscular body from an admiring perspective!

Many times, Pang Zaiyuan noticed his gaze and met Ning Wenru's. Although Ning Wenru always used a shy smile to fool him, Pang Zaiyuan would definitely feel disgusted if he was found to be writing BL novels. The roommate who he treated as a younger brother and took good care of him actually peeked at his naked body every day.

If he found out, he would definitely be punched to death.

From now on, Pang Zaiyuan had to take off his pajamas and put on a vest and shorts. Ning Wenru decided to keep his eyes straight and never peek at him! Moreover, there would be no more physical contact from now on.

It would be really embarrassing if it was like what happened a few days ago, when he was carried to the hospital by Pang Zaiyuan in a daze, and his penis got hard while rubbing against Pang Zaiyuan, and it poked Pang Zaiyuan's back.

Fortunately, Pang Zaiyuan, who was a good man at the time, did not kick him to death in order to take care of the weak. And just now, Ning Wenru couldn't help but think of a few postures. This was too unkind. He must control himself and must not cause trouble to his roommate who was good at fighting!

Ning Wenru couldn't help but think that she should find a boyfriend so that she wouldn't have any unpleasant thoughts about her roommate who was so nice to her.

At this time, a message came from my friend: The soldier is on leave! He is free every day. Are you free to meet me tomorrow?

Since his gay friend was so enthusiastic, Ning Wenru added the soldier as his friend and chatted with him for a few words, thinking that it would be nice to at least make a friend even if the relationship didn't work out.

It was learned that the soldier's portrait was of him. His portrait was like this: under the Martyrs' Monument, the soldier was wearing sunglasses, with his lips tightly pursed, looking cool and handsome.

Ning Wenru enlarged the photo and saw that in the background of the monument, the passers-by were all wearing thick down jackets, while the soldiers were only wearing a thin dark blue sports jacket. They looked very strong, warm and protected from the cold.

It felt pretty good chatting with the soldier. Ning Wenru told him that he had just recovered from the fever, so the soldier considerately asked him to rest before making an appointment. Finally, they made an appointment to meet at a cool tea shop near the school.

Liangchapu is such a kind, considerate, fresh and unconventional noodle shop that fully caters to Ning Wenru's needs.

So Ning Wenru prepared to change clothes and go out. Since they were all boys, Ning Wenru did not hide to change clothes, but took off his shirt in front of Pang Zaiyuan. However, he felt embarrassed because he could see Pang Zaiyuan's gaze.

Ning Wenru pointed to his flat and fair chest, then pointed to his flat abdomen, and said, "My figure is not as good as yours. I don't have chest muscles or abdominal muscles."

Pang Zaiyuan looked at it for a few seconds, took a book and put it on his lap, then took a copy of "Photoelectric Integration" and opened it, staring at the textbook, and said, "You are doing well this way."

"Really?" Ning Wenru put on his clothes, smiled, and said, "I'm going out with a friend. See you tonight."

"Hmm." Pang Zaiyuan responded and continued to look at the textbook without looking away.