The sleeping agent of the mysterious deskmate

After tidying up Wang Zihao, the anger in Yang Yifan's heart was gone, he took a shower in a good mood, changed into pajamas, rolled up his bed, and prepared to go to Fangchen's dormitory.

Xia Yu clenched her fists at the side, with a complex expression on her face: "Brother Fan, if you can improve by more than a dozen in the monthly exam the day after tomorrow, there is really no need to agree to the chairman's request. You can take care of new students, and you have to sleep in bed at night." Together?!"

Yang Yifan: "Do you think I can improve by more than a dozen? I think so much of you, Brother Fan, and it's only a month. How cool it is to lie down and earn credits."

Xia Yu lowered her head, with no emotion in her voice: "You weren't picked on because of your credits before, did you also think that Fang Chen was good-looking, so you agreed to sit at the same table with him, and now you are willing to be with him?" He lives in a dormitory?"

"Can you stop being so disgusting, just him? Can you and I look good like Brother Fan?"

Xia Yu: "You're not here, I'm not used to sleeping alone, after all we have been in the same dormitory since junior high..."

Yang Yifan sneered at him: "Why are you like a resentful woman? It's only for one month and only when you sleep. The rest of the time is yours, okay? Let's go, go to bed early."

Yang Yifan hugged the quilt and kicked open the door of the dormitory opposite, saw an empty bed, went over and threw the quilt on it.

The rushing water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. Fang Chen, who was taking a bath, opened the bathroom door, exposing his whole body, looked at Yang Yifan, with his mouth slightly upturned, and said with a light smile, "Hello, roommate."

His muscles are tight, his shoulders are wide and his waist is narrow, his legs are long and slender, and his body line is perfect. Standing in front of the bathroom door with steaming steam all over his body, the water droplets on his body slide down along the lines of his muscles, dripping onto the carpet superior.

"Fuck, can you put on your clothes and come out again?!" Yang Yifan stared at him for three to five seconds before realizing it, and yelled at him.

After seeing the person returning to the bathroom, he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then did I realize that my heart was beating a little fast, Xia Yu and Zhang Shaolei often swim together, Xia Yu is fair and clean, and her muscles are not so obvious, Zhang Shaolei is strong and strong all over, but Fang Chen is different from them.

How should I put it, she seems to be more mature and beautiful, with strong male hormones exuding all over her body.Especially the lump that was inadvertently swept between his legs.

Has it changed? What a pervert!

Yang Yifan has always been very confident in his figure and the signs of a man, but after seeing Fang Chen naked/naked, he decided to stay away from him during swimming lessons in the future.

Just as he was thinking, the bathroom door opened again. This time, Fang Chen wore a bath towel around his waist, and his slightly curly hair was covered with water droplets. He was walking towards Yang Yifan with his upper body naked, getting closer and closer. It's here.

For a moment Yang Yifan panicked: "You, what are you doing?!"

Fang Chen's tone was flat: "Take the clothes."

Only then did Yang Yifan realize that there was really a big suitcase next to his bed, Fang Chen squatted down with his back facing him, and rummaged through the suitcase.

The night lights in the dormitory cast soft light on his back which still had some drops of water. The lines of his muscles were sometimes dark and sometimes bright with the movement of his arms. The lines from his shoulders to his waist were thick but delicate.

Yang Yifan thought of Xia Yu saying that Fang Chen was good-looking, and thought to himself: It is indeed pretty --- when he is not wearing clothes.

"Are you looking at me?"

When Yang Yifan heard a teasing laugh asking him, he realized that he had been staring at Fang Chen, and immediately turned his head: "Look what's wrong with you! Get out of here after you get the clothes!"

He made the bed in twos and twos, and lay down in it: "Let me tell you first, I will only be here this month when I sleep, and you should get used to it quickly, don't be afraid of the dark and timid when you sleep! Don't think others are making fun of you."

"Okay." Fang Chen's voice sounded, and he stood beside Yang Yifan's bed, bent down, his broad chest muscles, with the warmth of just taking a bath and the fragrance of shower gel, his entire upper body almost threw himself in front of Yang Yifan who had just laid down under the blanket. .

"What are you doing?!" Yang Yifan was so panicked that he almost jumped up, but in an instant he found that his muscles were stiff and he was nervous and at a loss.

But Fang Chen supported the head of his bed with one hand, stretched out the curtain with the other, and pulled it shut with a "swipe".

"Help you close the curtains."

"I know how to do this kind of thing myself!" Yang Yifan's heart was pounding. It was the first time he had such a reaction with a boy after he found out about his sexual orientation a year ago.

His face became hot, and he roared angrily: "Get out of here!"

Not only did Fang Chen not leave, but he also sat down beside Yang Yifan's bed, and asked in a leisurely and cheerful voice:

"It's a pleasure to meet you today. Please take care of me in the future. Can you introduce yourself? My name is Fang Chen, and I'm 17 years old now, but it will be in two months. How about you?"

Of course he knew Yang Yifan. As early as half an hour ago, his assistant Pete had sent him all the information about Yang Yifan, including his various preferences.

But being beside Yang Yifan is very comfortable, he seems to have a special smell that attracts me to approach him, and... he seems to be nervous, Fang Chen has a playful smile on his face.

"What are you talking about? You are an exhibitionist. Why don't you put on your clothes first?!"

Yang Yifan scolded, Xia Yu and the others often appeared in front of him wearing underwear, and the boys in the dormitory often ran naked in the corridor.

But seeing Fang Chen makes him feel uncomfortable.

Fang Chen looked down at himself, and said intentionally: "Then, I'll get dressed and we'll talk again." Then he began to take off the bath towel.

Yang Yifan saw his posture, sat up and kicked him on the leg: "Talk about your mother! I'm going to sleep, if you beep again, I'll go back now, and I'll leave you alone here scared to death."

Fang Chen stood up and untied the bath towel, paused, looked down at him, the light hit his face softly, he smiled softly: "Then, good night."

Yang Yifan rolled his eyes at him, rolled up the quilt and lay down, leaving Fang Chen with a back.

Before the monthly exam, the classroom was full of cramming atmosphere, the sound of bowing down and writing, and the sound of flipping books merged together.

Yang Yifan, on the other hand, looked angry, and swiped and pulled his mobile phone to delete such messy mobile games as Heavenly Sword God and Demon and Glory.

He had a strange dream one night, dreaming that he was in an ancient town surrounded by corpses, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood, it seemed that someone died to save him, but he couldn't see that Where is the person, but the whole person is shrouded in great sadness, and the heartache makes him breathless.

After waking up with a start, sweat was all over his forehead, and when he was holding his mouth and gasping for breath, the smell of blood seemed so real that it still lingered in his nasal cavity.

"Playing too many brain-dead games!"

When Fang Chen walked in, he carried several bags, which contained pan-fried buns, egg pancakes, toast of various flavors, sandwiches, and Japanese rice balls and other breakfasts.

With a milk bottle in his mouth, fluffy and slightly curly hair, he stared at Yang Yifan with a lazy expression.

Yang Yifan thought to himself: I have to say that the face at the same table is really good-looking, um, second only to myself.

It's just that he got annoyed very quickly, because Fang Chen stared at him for a long time, and he scolded him impatiently: "What do you think I'm doing?"

Fang Chen put all kinds of bags in his hand on the table: "I don't know which kind you want to eat."

Yang Yifan just remembered that when he woke up in the morning, he was so uncomfortable that he was almost suffocated. When he saw Fang Chen, he felt that he had a nightmare because he slept in the same dormitory with this person. After he got up, he yelled at him : "Go buy breakfast for Brother Fan!"

When Xia Yu came in with a bag of croissants, she saw that Yang Yifan was also playing with the phone with the bread in his mouth, and saw a pile of breakfast between him and Fang Chen's table. She pursed her lips tightly and said, "Brother Fan, the croissants .”

Yang Yifan was taken aback: "Oh, I have this too, you can eat it yourself."

Xia Yu threw the bag on his table: "I've eaten it!"

Yang Yifan was playing with his mobile phone and didn't hear his harsh voice at all.On the contrary, Fang Chen raised his eyes to meet Xia Yu's questioning eyes.

With a calm expression, Fang Chen took out a box of milk, tore off the straw and poked it in, handed it to Yang Yifan to touch his hand.

Yang Yifan, who had eaten two pieces of bread, happened to be a little thirsty, so he continued to drink.He didn't take his eyes off the phone for a moment, and didn't even care who gave him the milk.

However, in Xia Yu's eyes, this interaction is extremely tacit and intimate. In just one night, the relationship between the two of them is so good!

"Brother Fan, you haven't done your physics homework yet, and it's not like you don't know the physics teacher's temper. Don't play with your phone, and hurry up and do it right now." Xia Yu sat in front of Yang Yifan, and he turned around to grab Yang Yifan mobile phone in hand.

"Tsk, don't, I'm fighting the boss, you wrote it for me." Yang Yifan hurriedly protected his phone.

Xia Yu refused: "I haven't done it myself."

Yang Yifan picked up the paper and threw it to Fang Chen: "You write it for me."

Holding it in his hand, Fang Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at Yang Yifan.

"Hey, you still don't want to!" Yang Yifan lifted his legs and scoffed at him: "This is one of the conditions for sleeping with you: do my homework."

Xia Yu frowned when she heard the words "sleep with you".

Fang Chen picked up the paper and glanced at it: "You have to do this yourself, and I can explain it to you if you don't know how to do it."

"Ha, what are you pretending to be, if you can pass this test, I, Yang Yifan, will call you brother from now on!"

Yang Yifan looked at him like an idiot, he didn't mention that he slept all day in class yesterday, and in his own perception, students with well-developed limbs are all simple-minded, except himself of course.

And even he had to admit that Fang Chen did have the aura of a college boss. At first glance, he looked like the kind who led a group of younger brothers to fight and rebel and walked sideways in the school with the teacher's bullshit. It had nothing to do with studying well.

Fang Chen casually raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "How about a competition? Dare you?

Yang Yifan put down his mobile phone and scolded him: He also picked up the test paper without any hassle: "Hey, you don't like life, why don't you live well?"

It's not that Yang Yifan is easy to be provoked, but that Fang Chen's expression is too flat, he always looks at others like an idiot, and now someone will look at him like an idiot, who can bear it!

And Yang Yifan's grades have been good until a year ago. Although he is not at the top, he is still in the middle and upper reaches, and he is indeed a bit smart.

He didn't think at all that he would lose to Fang Chen in front of him: "If you want to play, you can play for real. Whoever loses will climb around the classroom three times."

Fang Chen smiled teasingly: "Don't, this is too ugly. If I lose, I will buy you breakfast every day, and I will be your little brother, and I will listen to you in everything."

He changed his tone: "But if you lose, add another month, roommate."

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