Social temperature

Fang Zhaomu slept until noon the next day. When he woke up and looked at his phone, he found that Andrew had sent him a photo as promised when he fell asleep last night.

Andrew may indeed be unattractive, and this photo doesn't show his face at all.He took pictures in the mirror, topless.

Fang Zhaomu doesn't like to look at the muscular photos taken in the mirror, but the subject is Andrew. Fang Zhaomu has no emotion of disgust. He just thinks that Andrew is worthy of being an engineering graduate, simple and well-behaved.

Fang Zhaomu praised Andrew and said: "So strong, you either go to work or soak in the gym every day, no wonder you don't have time to ask me out."

After finishing speaking, Fang Zhaomu clicked on the big picture and looked at it again, trying to find out if there was anything else to praise.Seeing the shadow on Andrew's sweatpants, Fang Zhaomu was taken aback for a moment, then joked to Andrew, "The size is also amazing."

Andrew replied to Fang Zhaomu: "What size?"

It was only last night that Andrew said to Fang Zhaomu that "it was tied up", and the chat between the two finally had a touch that fits the style of this dating software, so Fang Zhaomu couldn't tell whether Andrew was shy or pretending to be stupid at the moment.

Not long after, Andrew asked Fang Zhaomu: "Do you like this type?"

Fang Zhaomu said frankly: "That's right, otherwise what would I do with you?"

"But it doesn't matter if we're just chatting," Fang Zhaomu was afraid that Andrew would think too much, and added, "I didn't force you to date me, don't get me wrong."

As long as he can talk to people a few words, Fang Zhaomu is satisfied, and he doesn't care whether Andrew wants to meet or not.Otherwise, when Andrew said yesterday that he would take him to the supermarket next time, he wouldn't pretend he didn't see it.

Andrew didn't continue the original topic with Fang Zhaomu. After a while, he asked Fang Zhaomu: "Why did you install this software?"

Fang Zhaomu didn't know how to answer such distracting questions for a while, so he said, "It's a long story."

Andrew didn't reply for a long time, Fang Zhaomu didn't know whether he was waiting for himself to talk, or was busy again, so after waiting for a while, he asked Andrew, "Do you want to hear it?"

"You say." Andrew replied to him.

Fang Zhaomu thought about it, and said truthfully to Andrew: "It's not clear to talk like this, if you want to hear, you can talk to me."

Fang Zhaomu was going to check some documents in the afternoon. After replying to this message, he packed his schoolbag and went out. He had a simple lunch at a sandwich shop on the corner and went straight to the library.

When entering the library door, Fang Zhaomu received a message from Andrew.

"Let's go tonight," Andrew said, "It's inconvenient to be in the company now."

Fang Zhaomu stopped in his tracks, he never thought that Andrew would be willing to have a voice call with him.

He has always thought that Andrew is the kind of introvert who will reluctantly agree to have a short meeting with Fang Zhaomu at a coffee shop in the downtown area on the first anniversary of their acquaintance, and the voice call should be on the half-year anniversary of knowing each other, or when Fang Zhaomu leaves The day of City C, in short, is not today.

Fang Zhaomu read Andrew's reply several times, his heart warmed up, and he walked upstairs briskly. The floor and stairs of the library all became cute. He replied to Andrew: "Okay."

Then he said, "Then tell me when you get home."

Andrew said, "Well. Send me the photos first."

Fang Zhaomu secretly took a photo of his profile in the information room and sent it to Andrew, and then he didn't do business all afternoon.

He was thinking, if Andrew really had a voice call with him, what would he say, so that Andrew would think he was very funny and would like to make an appointment with him for the next call.

There is nothing to say about school and boring life. It would be naive and boring to talk about the relationship with the lab classmates. Fang Zhaomu has never been to most of the restaurants and entertainment venues in C City. , The topic didn't come up, and I returned without success.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Fang Zhaomu walked up and down in his small bedroom many times, took a shower, lay down under the quilt and put on headphones before sending Andrew a message: "Are you home yet?"

"Just arrived," Andrew said.

Fang Zhaomu's hand clicked back and forth on the screen, typed "Then we can't get through the voice call" several times and deleted it, and typed "that" again, the phone finally rang, and the screen flickered, prompting There is a call request from Andrew.

Fang Zhaomu pursed his lips, took a sip of water from the water glass, and nervously pressed the answer button. Suddenly there was a loud noise and the sound of something falling to the ground.Fang Zhaomu said "Hello" a few times, and after waiting for a while, a mature male voice that was somewhat cold and low came from the receiver to Fang Zhaomu's ears: "Mu?"

Fang Zhaomu's heart beat fast, because Andrew's voice was just right and pleasant.

"Aren't you going to work overtime at night?" Fang Zhaomu felt that he was about to stutter, and wanted to pretend to be calm and ask Andrew a question.

Fang Zhaomu is better at verbal teasing during chatting, but when it comes to direct communication, the calmer person is Andrew.

Andrew paused for two seconds and told Fang Zhaomu, "Work at home at night."

There were some sounds of fingers tapping on the keyboard, Fang Zhaomu's cheeks were hot, and he whispered to Andrew, "You talk to me while you work?"

"Hmm." Andrew paused, and the sound of the keyboard stopped.

Fang Zhaomu sat up from the bed, lifted the quilt to cool down, and said to Andrew, "You are so busy."

"It's fine," Andrew said.

"Andrew," Fang Zhaomu seemed to be familiar with Andrew's voice no matter how he heard it, so he said, "I think we met by chance."

"Huh?" Andrew made a questioning monotone.

"I seem to have heard your voice." Fang Zhaomu said.

"Really?" Andrew said nonchalantly, "Where?"

Fang Zhaomu said a few words to Andrew, but instead of calming down, his heart beat even harder, so he had to admit to Andrew, "Andrew, I'm so nervous talking to you."

The sound of typing on Andrew's side stopped, and he asked Fang Zhaomu, "Why?"

Fang Zhaomu didn't know the answer, so he had to guess: "Maybe it's because I haven't spoken Chinese with anyone on the phone for a long time."

"Well," Andrew asked him, "does your wrist still hurt?"

Fang Zhaomu looked down at his red and bruised wrist, and commented bitterly: "Now it really looks like the traces left after playing with the bondage..."

"Mu." Andrew called him.

Everyone pronounced "Mu" with some unknowing tenderness, Fang Zhaomu blushed when he heard it, and said to Andrew, "It's strange to be called a single word, in fact, my first name is Fang Zhaomu, you can call me Xiao Zhao, Xiao Mu is fine. "

"Hmm." Andrew responded and stopped talking.

Fang Zhaomu waited and waited, and asked Andrew cheekily, "Well, why didn't you call?"

"..." Andrew seemed a little helpless, and called him "Fang Zhaomu" in a low voice, and Fang Zhaomu immediately said, "That's not right."

"What's wrong?" Andrew asked him.

"I only let you call me Xiaozhao and Xiaomu, why do you call me anything else?" Fang Zhaomu said with reason.

Andrew vaguely said the word "Xiaomu" and asked Fang Zhaomu, "When will you go shopping next time?"