Chapter 181: Childhood sweetheart and a girl from heaven? Straight men and homophobia! (28)
Childhood sweetheart and a lover who falls from the sky? Straight men and homophobia! (Twenty-eight)
Once this interview was broadcast, Song Ning received a lot of teasing looks from his classmates during class.
But because they were all kind looks, although Song Ning was shy, he still straightened his back and let them look at him.
Lance is very pleased with this and tries to brainwash him.
"This is actually a very normal thing. Nowadays, few people talk about sexual orientation. Especially since you are so outstanding and a perfect match for me, others would only be envious if they knew about it. How could they think that we are not good enough?"
Song Ning felt that it made sense, but was a bit narcissistic.
"Narcissism?"
Lance held his lover in his arms and kissed him again and again, "Ningning, what you mean is, do you think I'm not good enough?"
Song Ning seemed to be hesitant to speak, and after a while he poked Lance's forehead speechlessly.
"I didn't say that. You are the best my Blue God."
Lance was contented then and held the man in his arms and slumped over the bed, his arms lightly hitting the wall.
"Are you OK?"
Song Ning stood up and wanted to take a look, but Lance grabbed him back into his arms without much concern.
"It's just that the bed in the dormitory is too small and I accidentally bumped into it. It's okay."
"...Lan Shen, if you and Brother Ning find it inconvenient, Lao Lin and I can go to the Internet cafe tonight and book a room."
Chen Feng had a sad face. He couldn't let himself and Lao Lin become the eternal sinners who hindered the love between the young couple!
Song Ning blushed immediately.
But inexplicably, he didn't say anything.
"Need not."
Lance stretched out his hand and waved it, "I have to go out later, you guys just have fun."
Chen Feng and Lin Mo looked at each other, quickly opened the game and started typing.
[Haven't our Blue God and Brother Ning had that yet? ]
[It should be. After all, he comes back to sleep every day, or Lan Shen is too busy to come back. ]
[Then the two of them haven't yet achieved the great harmony of life? ? ? How can Blue God tolerate this? ]
[Hen, but that's Blue God, it seems like he can do anything, right? ]
"Are you going out later? Do you have something to do so late?"
When Song Ning heard Lance's refusal, he felt a little depressed.
But when he heard that Lance was still busy, he became concerned again.
"No."
Lance shook his head.
He turned over and paused for two seconds.
Song Ning:?
Lance pondered the wording, "Will you stay out with me tonight?"
Song Ning didn't react for a moment.
"What work are you too busy with and you want me to help you with?"
Lance looked at him with a half-smile.
Song Ning reacted slowly and his ears turned red.
Is that what he meant?
Lance rubbed it gently, and both of them were full of energy.
"No need for help, I don't have anything else to do."
"Apart from……"
He mouthed two words.
Fuck you.
Song Ning's pupils shrank suddenly, and the uncertainty in his heart was strangely calmed down.
After a while, a head shrank into the quilt and a light syllable floated out.
"it is good."
At ten o'clock, Lance turned over and got out of bed.
Chen Feng and Lin Mo, who were playing games, didn't pay much attention to it until Lan Shen walked to the door and Song Ning followed him out.
"We won't be back tonight. I ordered some midnight snacks. Remember to pick them up later, Chen Feng."
As the door closed, 326 fell into dead silence.
Chen Feng turned his head slowly.
Lin Mo also opened his mouth wide.
"…Is that right?"
"Do you still need to ask?"
"By the way, did Blue God pack his clothes just now?"
"I didn't notice it, but it seems like there was some movement."
“Isn’t that it???”
"I guess he didn't run away."
The two looked at each other, and suddenly they both smiled like old fathers.
"The boss has grown up."
"Brother Ning is also happy."
"so good."
"Yes."
"Fuck you, since you two duo-row losers can't play, can you please stop fighting for the double C? All you do is give away your life here. Where are you giving away your life? Do you know how to play games? If not, then don't play. Find a factory to work and screw in screws..."
"Oh, I suddenly realized that the game is not fun anymore."
Chen Feng reported and surrendered.
The same goes for Lin Mo.
"Yeah, and I suddenly feel like falling in love."
Chen Feng, "Me too."
The two men looked at each other and suddenly started fighting.
"I knew you were after me, you bitch!"
"Bah! Who has any intentions towards you? It was obviously you who saw it first, right?"
"Yue, don't you see what you are made of? That's why I don't like you, okay?"
"What a coincidence. I don't like men either. I love women. OK?"
"Haha, you better be."
The two of them walked to the bed in tacit understanding, then snorted at the same time and turned to lie on the bed.
The city gradually became quiet under the cover of night. The two people hid in their respective beds and practiced their gaming skills. They stayed up so long that their eyes turned red and they were reluctant to fall asleep.
In the most luxurious hotel suite in the city center, a white but scarred forearm just grabbed the edge of the bathtub, but was quickly pulled out by a big hand covered with scratches.
The forearm struggled twice, and water suddenly splashed all over the ground. The toes that were hooked on the edge, the instep of the foot was bent, and suddenly curled up, and then gradually drooped down weakly.
The next day, the room service came in with a shocked look on their faces, then left happily with a tip.
He came out of the bed only after Song Ning and the others had left. Just as he raised his foot to kick them, his foot dropped heavily and fell powerlessly onto the bed.
Lance admired it for a moment and turned his back, pretending to be working.
The screen reflected his satisfied profile, but it quickly disappeared.
Song Ning held his breath and wanted to curse, but sleepiness came over him like a tidal wave, and his eyelids drooped little by little.
Have a good sleep in the morning.
"Lance, Lance?"
After calling out a few times with a hoarse voice but receiving no response, Song Ning opened his eyes with difficulty.
He stared at the ceiling in confusion for a while before he raised his sore arm and touched his cell phone.
Is it almost noon?
He opened his eyes wide and subconsciously wanted to get up, but as soon as he raised his arms, he fell back weakly.
Song Ning looked down and saw that his arms were covered with marks, which looked quite scary at first glance.
Some vague memories suddenly emerged clearly, and even Song Ning's neck turned red.
But what about the Lans?
Lance wasn't there.
Song Ning looked around before he discovered this fact and was a little surprised.
Lance is not here at this time?
He took out his cell phone and was about to send a message to Lance, but then he changed his mind.
When did he become so soft and clingy?
His finger clicked on the dormitory group 326.
The group was very quiet, and Song Ning took a look at the last time the two people were active.
One at three o'clock had a record of five consecutive defeats, and the other at four o'clock had a record of seven consecutive defeats.
Song Ning: "...Lance would probably be very desperate if he knew about this."
The stars that were brought up with great difficulty returned to the state before liberation overnight.
When Lance was mentioned, he felt strangely empty.
Song Ning glanced casually and was suddenly attracted by something on the table not far away.
I didn't notice just now that there was a simple silver-white men's ring shining on the table.