Social temperature

Song Yuanxun reinstalled the software purely because he didn't want Zhao Han to use this account to mess around with Fang Zhaomu.

Just now Song Yuanxun had just gone upstairs, sat down behind Fang Zhaomu, and received the software account password from Zhao Han.

Zhao Han asked him how he was playing and whether he had found his true self.

"It was deleted earlier." Song Yuanxun replied to him.

Zhao Han jumped up over there, and sent a long series of voices to condemn Song Yuanxun for wasting the monthly card membership he bought for nothing, and said: "Forget it, you don't need me to use it."

At that time Song Yuanxun was busy and didn't take it seriously, it was the few words that Fang Zhaomu behind him suddenly said in a low voice that caught his attention.

It wasn't that Song Yuanxun felt good about himself, but that Fang Zhaomu's tone was too similar to last night's, and he said "work" and "mechanical engineer" again, which made Song Yuanxun feel alarmed.

He picked up his phone and went downstairs, downloaded the software again, logged in to his account and forced Zhao Han to log off, opened the chat window, read the chat records of Zhao Han and Fang Zhaomu in one go, and changed the password directly.

A few seconds after the small box indicating that the password has been changed successfully popped out, Zhao Han called. He asked Song Yuanxun angrily, "I've been chatting with Xiaomu halfway, what password did you change?"

"If you want to chat with him, register another account, don't use this one." Song Yuanxun said impatiently.He was annoyed at the thought of the chat records he saw just now, Zhao Han was no different from a humanoid Teddy, and he didn't let go of the half-chat on the dating software.

"Brother, this software randomly matches according to the distance. I am so far away, and there is no match at all, okay, please change the password back for me," Zhao Han softened his posture and said, "Don't say it, this Mu has a nice voice. .”

"When did you like men?" Song Yuanxun asked him.

Zhao Han has dated countless girlfriends since he was a child, but he has never found a girlfriend of the same sex. Unexpectedly, the older he gets, the more chaotic his private life becomes.

"It's just a casual chat," Zhao Han said, "Besides, his photo looks good. Hey, didn't you delete it, and I can't use waste?"

"No," Song Yuanxun said categorically, "I told you, just change it if you want to use it."

"...Okay." Zhao Han didn't dare to confront Song Yuanxun, so he hung up the phone aggrievedly and went to register again.

Song Yuanxun hung up the phone, and received a message from Fang Zhaomu. He replied "I'm very busy", locked the phone, checked Zhou Meng's progress, walked back to the stairs, and met Fang Zhaomu Go downstairs with your bag on your back.

It was hot in the laboratory, so Fang Zhaomu took off his coat and put it on his arm. He wore a low-collared light-colored sweater underneath, revealing a large area of ​​his unseemly white chest. collar, the clothes on the other side almost slipped off the shoulders, it was very indecent, Song Yuanxun only took one look and then looked away.

When passing by on the stairs, Fang Zhaomu happened to raise his hand, and the back of his hand touched Song Yuanxun's forearm. The skin on the back of Fang Zhaomu's hand was too soft, and there was a sweet and greasy smell on his body, which made Song Yuanxun feel unwell .

Not long after returning to his seat, Song Yuanxun received another message from Fang Zhaomu.

"It's raining in city C, do you have an umbrella?"

Fang Zhaomu took a photo and sent it to Song Yuanxun. Song Yuanxun clicked on it. The rain outside seemed to be quite heavy, and the air was foggy with the rain.

By coincidence, Song Yuanxun replied to Fang Zhaomu: "Have you brought it?"

"No," Fang Zhaomu said pitifully to Song Yuanxun, "I'm going to rush back in the rain."

Song Yuanxun didn't want to go back at first, but looking at the photo sent by Fang Zhaomu, he still typed a few words slowly: "Can't wait for the rain to stop before leaving?"

"Well, I don't want to stay in the lab anymore, those people are so annoying," Fang Zhaomu said, "I'll find you when I get home."

Song Yuanxun stared at the computer screen and looked at the data on it. After a few seconds, he stood up, walked to the window, and looked downstairs in the laboratory.

Fang Zhaomu put on a coat, carried a bag, and walked in the rain. Looking down from the fifth floor, he was a small one, as if he folded his arms because of the cold, and rushed forward quickly.

Song Yuanxun didn't know where Fang Zhaomu lived, but no matter where he was, walking home from such a heavy rain should be wet from head to toe.

"Brother Yuan!" Zhang Ranyu came upstairs, holding a tablet computer called Song Yuanxun, "Look at these two sets of data, is there something wrong?"

Song Yuanxun walked over, forgetting Fang Zhaomu in the rain for the time being.