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If we continue to chat, there will be no time to do homework, Guan Jun took the initiative to cut off the topic and asked Jian Mo to go to the room to review.

"Don't you even need to study after Guan Guan?" Jian Mo asked back when he was leaving with his schoolbag.

Guan Jun raised his eyebrows proudly, "We art students just need to paint well."

Jian Mo was a little surprised, he leaned on the door frame and stared at him, "Guan Guan, why did you apply for art?"

"I like it. Go and write quickly. You can see that you have a lot of things in your schoolbag because of how heavy it is." Guan Jun pushed him forward with a smile.

Jian Mo nodded and entered the room obediently.

It wasn't until the homework was finished and today's review plan was settled that he remembered to say hello to Xia An and explain.

Guan Guan was my dad who asked me to come and take care of me.

send.

After waiting for 5 minutes, there was still no response. Jian Mo looked at the time and it was only nine o'clock. It should be quite early before he could play games.

When he wanted to wait a little longer, there was a knock on the door, and then Guan Jun came in with his pajamas.

"I'm going to take a bath. Shall I put hot water for you to soak in?"

"No, it's too hot."

Guan Jun entered the bathroom, the sound of water coming from inside was quite loud, Jian Mo hesitated for a while and went to the living room to make a phone call.

Xia An's mobile phone ringtone is still the built-in "beep beep" Jian Mo wants to hang up every time he hears it.

Originally, it takes a long time to answer the phone and refuses to change the ringtone of at least a song. It is very exhausting to wait like this.

Fortunately, it wasn't too long this time, when Xia An's deep voice came from inside, Jian Mo couldn't help but smile.

"Xia An, I just want to tell you about Guanguan..."

"I'm out."

"He's my dad...what!" Jian Mo's voice rose several steps uncontrollably, and he didn't care whether Guan Jun would hear him, and continued to speak loudly, "Uncle Xia didn't unload you. arm."

Xia An on the other end of the phone laughed softly, "No, it's fine."

"My family already knew about it a long time ago. After all these years, their tall and handsome son has never been rumored to have an affair with a female classmate. They have already guessed that it is almost inseparable."

Xia An cleared his throat and continued, his tone sounded relaxed, and Jian Mo also lowered his voice.

"So you are supported?"

"It's not enough to support, it's just acceptable. But..." Xia An paused while speaking, Jian Mo was a little anxious.

"What is it?"

"However, if you are so good, they will be very satisfied."

Through the phone, Jian Mo's face turned red, and he cursed in a low voice.

"Oh, by the way, Guan Guan was found by my dad." He finally remembered his original purpose of calling to explain.

"Oh, I see."

"Let me ask you, why are you unhappy today?" Thinking of Xia An's stinky face on the way home and in the elevator, Jian Mo panicked. If there is any dissatisfaction, you have to say it. What.

"Are you stupid?" Xia An replied with a sigh.

Jian Mo didn't argue with him and directly admitted, "I'm just stupid and don't know what's on your mind, so you have to speak out."

There was no sound from Xia An's side, Jian Mo took a look at his phone, but he didn't hang up.

"Hello? Talk to me."

"Baby, thanks to the fact that you are looking for a boyfriend, if your girlfriend breaks up with you later, you don't even know how you died."

???

Jian Mo wanted to ask again, but he had already walked away, and the sound of "beep beep beep" came from the receiver.

Damn, this beep is really annoying, whether it's making a call or hanging up!

Back in the room, Guan Jun was already lying on the bed, the wind from the air conditioner was blowing, making him very comfortable.

Jian Mo was a little awkward and didn't know if he heard the conversation just now. He laughed a few times and went to take a bath with that clothes. In the middle of washing, he suddenly remembered that Xia An said that the two of them should not sleep together. He frowned. My eyebrows were tangled in the shower, and I rubbed my hair very hard when I washed it.

Including brushing teeth and washing face, it only took 15 minutes, which can be said to be very fast.

While wiping his hair, he walked towards the bed, thinking about how to express his thoughts tactfully without hurting Guan Jun.

"Xiaomo, your hair is growing." Guan Jun was looking at a picture album, which he probably brought over by himself, when he saw him sitting on the edge of the bed wiping his hair, he looked up.

"Well, I don't have time to cut it." Jian Mo raised his hand and touched it. It was indeed long. Next time, Xia An will help to repair it.

Although his technique is really not good and the tools are simple, the feeling of his palm passing through the hair and covering the scalp is still very beautiful.hey-hey.

Accidentally, his heart was flooded again, and Jian Mo shook his head and wiped his hair two steps faster.

"I'm going to sleep, you go to bed early, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow." Guan Jun touched his head through the towel, got out of bed and put on his shoes.

"Guan Guan, won't you sleep with me?"

"Ah, EQ is already so low, even your boyfriend broke up with you later, I don't know where you are crying." Guan Jun went out with a smile and waved to him.

Most of Jian Mo's face was covered by a towel, and he moved his mouth and let out a "lean".

Set fire to prevent theft and prevent Guan Jun, his ears are too sharp.

In the morning, Guan Jun made soup dumplings. It is said that the ones in Shanghai are delicious, so he specially learned them.

Jian Mo's food was no different from the food here, but he still praised it as much as he could.

"The only difference is that Guan Guan makes more soup." Jian Mo sat behind the little eDonkey and muttered to himself.

"I ate such greasy food in the morning." Xia An replied angrily.

Jian Mo was unconvinced, "No, the ones made by Guan Guan are not greasy, and they are dipped in vinegar."

"You can see that the soup he made is rich and not greasy, and you said that it is no different from the one here."

Jian Mo was taken aback when he heard that, and laughed again after a while, "That's right. Haha."

Xia An twisted the handle to speed up, and today's noisy wind is a very good stylist.

Enter class and study.

The first is self-study in the morning, the first three is Chinese, the second and fourth is English, and Friday is self-study.

Chinese is the recitation of ancient poems and classical Chinese, and the recitation of the knowledge points of the required reading list; English is the recitation of words, recitation of reading.

Then the formal classes began, Chinese, mathematics, English, history, geography, except for mathematics, there were dense words that made people dizzy. Fortunately, geography was still a science subject to some extent.

The daily life of liberal arts students is memorizing, otherwise you can’t understand the answers given by science, and you don’t want to copy the answers given by liberal arts.

But compared to Shen Hao who chose Shizheng, Jian Mo felt that it was a wise decision for him to choose Geography.

"How to improve the level of open economy?"

"1. Implement a more proactive opening-up strategy, and improve an open economic system that is mutually beneficial, multi-balanced, safe and efficient. 2. Accelerate the transformation of foreign economic development methods, and promote opening up to optimize the structure, broaden the level, and improve efficiency. 3. Adhere to the strategy of combining "bringing in" and "going out."

While eating, Shen Hao began to endorse with a croak, like a gust of wind that suddenly lifted a girl's skirt, without any warning, it made people very excited.

Of course, Jian Mo and Xia An would not be excited about girls, they just looked at Shen Hao's aggressive appearance and felt that the power of the goddess was too great.

"Okay, Shen Hao, let's eat first." Jian Mo watched him work so hard to sandwich a piece of ribs for him.

Shen Hao closed the book and stuffed the meat into his mouth, spit out the bones cleanly, "I'm fucking out of my mind and chose Shizheng. If God gives me another chance, I will definitely work hard during the placement exam, and strive to be with the goddess One class, so it won’t be so hard to memorize.”

Shen Hao vomited bitterness, and Xia An was so happy that he almost couldn't hold the food, "Isn't Shi Shi going to apply for the Department of Architecture? Why did he choose a liberal arts?"

"She doesn't want to be a log who can only draw pictures. My goddess has a higher level of consciousness." Shen Hao's small eyes were shining with the brilliance of a fanboy, and Jian Mo bit his lower lip happily.

"The power of love," he concluded.

"Yes!" Shen Hao gave him a thumbs up to express his approval.

After a meal, the lunch break almost started, but Jian Mo didn't enter the class, so he followed Xia An to the third floor.

Xia An turned around at the stairs, put his hands in his trouser pockets and looked at him with lowered eyelids.

Jian Mo was five steps away from him. From this angle, his neck seemed to be aching, but Xia An's legs looked longer.

"I also worked hard in the history and geography class."

He raised his head and said such a sentence that others could not understand, Xia An went downstairs with the corners of his mouth curled up.

From the first level to the second level, Xia An kept looking at him.

This feeling of approaching slowly made Jian Mo's heart beat a little faster. Although he knew that even if there was no one there, it was still a bright and sunny campus, and it was impossible to do anything, so he still looked forward to it disappointingly.

When Xia An came to his section of steps, the distance between the two of them could only pass through the sunlight.

He put his hand on Jian Mo's head, and then twisted it a little bit. Jian Mo turned around passively, "Come on baby, class is about to start."

Damn, Xia An is so moodless, Jian Mo felt that he was really stupid just now.

Fuck the power of love.

Hearing that Guan Jun is so good at cooking because he lives alone in Shanghai, Jian Mo sighed that he has a little heartache besides his strong ability to survive.

"It's really hard for us to be locked up outside." He knelt on the sofa and rubbed Guan Jun's shoulders in a strange way, and Guan Jun felt a little itchy.

"Actually, cooking is very fun. Would you like to try it?" He quietly took Jian Mo's hand away and suggested.

Jian Mo immediately collapsed on the sofa and feigned death, "No, it's so troublesome."

"But in this way, you don't have to worry about not being able to eat delicious food in the future, and uncle refuses to be with you forever."

"There is Xia An, he learns..." Jian Mo said it without thinking, and when he realized that something was wrong, Guan Jun's eyes were obviously teasing.

Jian Mo rubbed her lower lip with her teeth and smiled awkwardly.

Guan Jun didn't speak, and hummed a little tune, which was a folk song.

"Guan Guan, I found that you don't seem to be interested in Xia An." Jian Mo couldn't hold his breath for a while, and he approached and asked.

It stands to reason that Guan Jun, who has a personality like Guan Jun who wants to inquire into every detail of his own affairs, actually has no idea about his boyfriend this time.

Guan Jun curled his lips and smiled slightly, "Because I don't like hearing you mention him, I'm jealous."

Jian Mo was stunned, then threw his neck back and laughed loudly, and fell down on the sofa with his whole body, "Hey, Guan Guan, you are too cute. There's nothing to be jealous about."

Guan Jun didn't answer, sighed and got up and went to the guest room.

Jian Mo covered her belly and laughed enough, the sky outside was not completely dark yet, it was gray.He thought of something cleverly, Gululu got up and rushed upstairs.

After ringing the doorbell, he realized that it would not be embarrassing to come to Xia An in case Lin Yu saw him when he was out of the closet.

He was about to turn around and go home when the door opened, and it happened to be Lin Yu who opened the door.

Lin Yu obviously paused when he saw Jian Mo, but still greeted him warmly as before, and then thoughtfully chose to avoid him.

Xia An was a little surprised to see him coming out of the room, and Jian Mo didn't bother to explain and ran away without taking the elevator. He went downstairs without taking the elevator, and stopped in a relatively secluded small place outside.

Xia An didn't resist being dragged by him, and when she stopped, she folded her arms and watched him panting happily.

"I said, you, are you, yes, eat, jealous." Jian Mo hurried to speak before he straightened out his anger.

Xia An raised her eyebrows, noncommittal.

Jian Mo saw him like this in all likelihood, he looked around and then hugged him gently, whispering on his shoulder, "It's my first time in love, although it's your first time too According to your age, you are an adult, and you must be more mature than me. I have a lot of things I don’t know, so I hope you can tell me directly about any emotions. I don’t want you to be unhappy.”

Not far away, there was Grandma Yang who had come back from a walk with her pets, and a young man who was going out to watch the night view and chat. Jian Mo could see them from this angle, and his heart was pounding nervously up to his throat.

Xia An pulled him away, pinched his shoulders and looked down at him, "Okay, I'll tell you."

"I'm just jealous, I'm not mature at all, and I have an even more immature request."

Jian Mo looked at him carefully, and could see himself in his eyes.

"You have to coax me."

Xia An spoke very seriously, and Jian Mo didn't take it as a joke. He put his hand around his neck and stood on tiptoe.

Teddy from Grandma Yang's house is barking again, but now even if she is directly in front of them, she won't be disturbed. When the love is strong, I really don't want to accept it.

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The political content was locked ╥﹏╥ I changed it, I hope it can pass the review this time. . .