Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu got up early the next day, went to the laboratory to finish what he hadn't finished yesterday, and then took the bus to the city.

Before Fang Zhaomu asked Andrew if he wanted to go out on a date, it was just a casual question, he had a lot of daily necessities to buy, if Andrew said that we could meet, he really didn't know where to put the things he bought.

Fang Zhaomu arrived at the supermarket and threw the missing items into the shopping cart according to the list.

He has very few entertainment activities, and he also feels happy when he visits the supermarket.There were not many people in the supermarket that day, and there were a lot of things to buy, so he started to wander around.Pushing the cart and walking, Fang Zhaomu saw a whole row of promotional nutritional supplements on a shelf in the supermarket. The brand was named Andrew so-and-so, so he took out his mobile phone, took a photo to show Andrew boredly, and sent a voice message to ask the other party: "Are you busy working overtime, did you eat lunch on time?"

Just after he finished speaking, Fang Zhaomu heard a moderate sneer from behind him.Fang Zhaomu turned his head and saw Zhang Ranyu, Zhou Meng and Song Yuanxun standing behind him, as if they were also shopping in the supermarket.

Zhang Ranyu was glanced at by Fang Zhaomu, and then looked away, as if he was picking food on the shelf.

Fang Zhaomu ignored Zhang Ranyu's provocation, but he also lost the mood to continue shopping. He checked the list not very enthusiastically, confirmed that there was nothing missing, and went directly to pay the bill.

After paying the money, Fang Zhaomu went out with the bag. Andrew's reply letter arrived. Fang Zhaomu struggled to take out his mobile phone to read it. Andrew told Fang Zhaomu: "Eat it. How about you?"

"I ate too." Fang Zhaomu put the bag in his hand on the side of the road, relaxed his wrist, and wrote back to Andrew, "Now that I'm done shopping, I'm going home, because some people are busy with work and don't want to date me."

He patted his two big bags again to show Andrew, saying: "Heavy!"

"How did you get home?" Andrew asked him.

Andrew probably got a short break between overtime and got back faster than most of the day.Fang Zhaomu's hands were sore just now, but he still stood by the side of the road and texted Andrew: "I'll take the bus."

"Can't get a taxi?"

Andrew, who doesn't know the sufferings of the world, asked a very stupid question.Fang Zhaomu curled his lips and patiently explained to Andrew: "The bus fare from downtown to my school is very expensive."

It didn't take a few seconds for Andrew to give Fang Zhaomu an idea: "Is there no classmate with a car?"

"There is no classmate who is close enough to give me a ride," Fang Zhaomu put the bag on the tip of his toe, rubbed his wrist again, and said, "Do you drive?"

"On." Andrew said.

Fang Zhaomu wanted to joke with Andrew and ask him to take him to the supermarket next time, but he didn't say it because he didn't think it was appropriate to talk to Andrew about it.

Dating software is not a mutual aid software in the same city. Occasionally, flirting and chatting are flirting and chatting. If you really ask someone you have never met to do such a favor, Fang Zhaomu can't do it.Fang Zhaomu put the phone back in his bag, picked up the bag and walked out of the supermarket.

After walking a few steps, Fang Zhaomu sprained his ankle and nearly fell down. The bag in his hand fell to the ground, and some of the things he bought scattered out.

Fang Zhaomu stood there for a few seconds, opened his mouth, and limped slightly to pick up his things. Just about to leave, when he raised his head, he saw Song Yuanxun standing not far from him, looking at him expressionlessly .

Fang Zhaomu's ankle hurt terribly, and he didn't bother to do superficial work, so he limped past Song Yuanxun.

When passing by Song Yuanxun, Fang Zhaomu lowered his head, saw Song Yuanxun holding the car key in his hand, and couldn't help but think of the conversation with Andrew just now. Andrew, a traditional 29-year-old mechanical engineer, must have never imagined that such a naive campus isolation incident still exists in a laboratory of the famous T school.

Song Yuanxun was very tall and straight, standing in a place full of tall white people would attract the attention of others. As always, he did not speak to Fang Zhaomu, standing by the passage, he did not know who he was waiting for.

Fang Zhaomu was walking towards the bus stop, enduring the soreness of his wrist and ankle, thinking in his heart that the people who were waiting by Song Yuanxun should be very lucky, very special, and blessed by God.Song Yuanxun was so proud that it was hard to guess, he would be willing to spare even a minute for someone.

At the bus stop, Fang Zhaomu looked at his phone again while waiting for the bus. His mother sent him a message, asking him how he was doing, saying that his sister's violin had won an award, and she took a photo of the certificate to show Fang Zhaomu.

Fang Zhaomu was born in an ordinary and happy family. His parents were both middle school teachers. He had a beautiful and excellent younger sister. From childhood to adulthood, everything went smoothly. Apart from his secret sexual orientation, he didn't have much trouble.

He told his mother that everything was fine, so that the family need not worry.

At this time the bus came, Fang Zhaomu carried his bag and got on the bus behind the crowd, only to find that there was still a vacant seat by the window in the front row.Fang Zhaomu would get motion sickness when sitting in the back row, so he was overjoyed, carried the bag and forgot about his physical discomfort, and sat on it happily.

Before the car started, Andrew sent another message to Fang Zhaomu, asking if he got in the car.

Fang Zhaomu said that he got in the car, and said: "I found out that the earrings you helped me choose may be lucky earrings. I actually sat in the front row when I went back and forth. I was afraid that if I sat in the back row and didn't go to school About to vomit."

"Really." Andrew replied to him.

"Have you been fishing for overtime today?" Fang Zhaomu asked Andrew, "Why do you keep sending me messages?"

Andrew didn't know whether it was a guilty conscience or something, and he waited until Fang Zhaomu was about to fall asleep before replying to him: "No."