Social temperature

Song Yuanxun originally told himself that he could do something else while playing the video, but an hour later, he did nothing.

Because Song Yuanxun felt that everything Fang Zhaomu said seemed to be very important, and it was best to listen carefully.

Fang Zhao yawned at 12:30 in the evening, and asked Song Yuanxun if he had taken a shower. Song Yuanxun vigilantly substituted for Andrew, who was working overtime in Seattle and returned to the hotel, and said, "I took a shower as soon as I arrived at the hotel."

"En." Fang Zhaomu stretched again, and when he put his hand down, the nightgown on his right shoulder slid off, revealing almost half of his upper body. Fang Zhaomu snorted softly, and pulled the clothes back again.

Although Fang Zhaomu himself firmly refused to admit it, he was in fact very thin. Song Yuanxun looked at the places where Fang Zhaomu was not covered by his nightgown, and felt that he could circle every place with one hand.

"By the way," Fang Zhaomu looked a little tired, but his eyes were still bright. He said to Song Yuanxun, "I went to the supermarket last time and saw a new body wash on sale. I bought it right away. Do you know why?"

"I don't know." Song Yuanxun said.

Fang Zhaomu moved his wrist. The sleeves of his nightgown were very wide. When he moved, Song Yuanxun saw many things that were not suitable for seeing.

"The original shower gel is too fragrant, and the water smells good after many times of use," Fang Zhaomu said worriedly, "My classmates in the laboratory don't like it. The old one is used up today, so I will change it."

"Do you think that the smell of your colleagues will affect your work?" Fang Zhaomu asked Song Yuanxun again.

Song Yuanxun thought about it for a second, then said, "No."

"He said I use perfume," Fang Zhaomu pouted, and said, "I only bought that bottle when I saw it was on sale."

"Really?" Song Yuanxun followed Fang Zhaomu and asked.

"Yes," Fang Zhaomu nodded, and changed his sitting position again, crossing his legs, looking very docile, "The discount is so low, I bought it without even thinking about it, who knew it was so delicious. Think about it."

"I also bought discounted curry cubes this time. When I took it home, I realized that my room has no place to cook." Fang Zhaomu felt a little sad, "Because the dormitory I lived in before had a kitchen, I forgot that there is no place now."

"Can you cook?" Song Yuanxun asked him.

"Yes," Fang Zhaomu said, "but I haven't done much. My former roommate made the kitchen very dirty and never cleaned it. I don't really want to go in."

"My kitchen is very big." Song Yuanxun told Fang Zhaomu pretending to be nonchalant.

"Really?" Fang Zhaomu rolled his eyes, and said softly to Song Yuanxun, "But your kitchen is big, so what does it matter to me? Do you want me to go to your house to cook for you?"

Song Yuanxun didn't know how to answer, Fang Zhaomu dragged his tone, and continued: "Or...just want me to go to your house."

"It's all right." Fang Zhaomu smiled at Song Yuanxun.

Fang Zhaomu is a person who is good at laughing, his eyes are big, and he is looking forward to flying when he bends, his lips are red and his teeth are white, he is unsuspecting.His bed was placed against the wall, it was small, and the sheets and quilt were blue, matching his skin tone.

Fang Zhaomu, who was talking to the imaginary engineer, had an unreserved innocence.

Song Yuanxun watched Fang Zhaomu happily in the video, and thought that if Fang Zhaomu was talking to Song Yuanxun himself like this, Song Yuanxun would pick him up now.

The two talked for a while, and Fang Zhaomu was so sleepy that he hung up the video after saying goodnight to Song Yuanxun.Song Yuanxun looked at the chat page between him and Fang Zhaomu, stayed there for 2 minutes, and continued to do his business homework.

Song Yuanxun slept later than Fang Zhaomu, and woke up earlier than Fang Zhaomu.He still had business classes in the afternoon, so he went to the laboratory in the morning and stayed all morning, but he didn't see Fang Zhaomu.

At noon, a few people were about to go out for dinner. Song Yuanxun walked in the front and opened the door. A certain person who was going to open the video last night and talked until early in the morning recklessly rushed in and ran straight into Song Yuanxun's arms .

Fang Zhaomu was still holding a few books in his hands, and they fell to the ground when he hit them. He couldn't help but grab Song Yuanxun's arm, and raised his head in panic, brushing his cheek against Song Yuanxun's chin.

The body collided, and there was a lot of movement, and the students behind were all stunned.

Zhang Ranyu is not here today, Zhou Meng saw the person who collided with Song Yuanxun clearly, and habitually said calmly: "Walk without looking at the road—"

She stopped in the middle of her sentence because Song Yuanxun looked back at her.Zhou Meng suspected that he had a problem with his eyes, and Song Yuanxun's eyes looked like warnings.Song Yuanxun quickly turned back, supported Fang Zhaomu's elbow, and waited for Fang Zhaomu to stand still before bending down to pick up the book for Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu stood stunned for a moment, and hurriedly apologized to Song Yuanxun: "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry."

Song Yuanxun picked up all the books, then stood up, handed the books to Fang Zhaomu, and Fang Zhaomu nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Fang Zhaomu looked very flattered, and reached out to take the book, but he didn't read it clearly, and pressed the back of Song Yuanxun's hand at first.The temperature on Fang Zhaomu's hands was slightly lower than Song Yuanxun's.Only letting the soft touch stay on the back of Song Yuanxun's hand for a few seconds, Fang Zhaomu moved his hand away consciously and impolitely, and said, "Thank you."

Fang Zhaomu lowered his head and went to the second floor of the laboratory, while Song Yuanxun continued to walk outside the laboratory.

When he walked downstairs, Song Yuanxun received a message. He opened it and saw that it was Fang Zhaomu.

"It's really helpful to change the shower gel," Fang Zhaomu told him, "After changing the shower gel, my classmate who hated me suddenly treated me a lot better. I bumped into him just now, and he even picked up books for me! "

Song Yuanxun had nothing to return, and finally dryly sent two words to Fang Zhaomu: "Congratulations."