Qin Zhiyuan and Qiao Fan

"Gangzi, let me tell you something," Qiao Fan said to Luo Gang while sitting in the school cafeteria.

"What's the matter, you have such a serious expression." Luo Gang's mouth was full of steamed braised pork.

Qiao Fan turned around and whispered, "I like men."

"What," poof, Luo Gang's mouthful of steamed buckwheat squirted out, "cough cough cough cough... what did you say?"

Well, Qiao Fan put down his chopsticks seeing that the two dining bowls in front of him were being slandered by Luo Gang.

"What I said is true. I don't know how to say it. Anyway, I don't have that kind of affection for girls." Qiao Fan paused, "I don't like boys either, I just like Qin Zhiyuan."

"I knew it," Luo Gang said with a look on his face that I understood, "You agreed as soon as Qin Zhiyuan invited you to live in his house. You don't like to bother others, so how could you go to live in other people's house so easily? At that time I was very surprised, but you were in a bad mood at that time, so I didn't ask."

"You...you..." Qiao Fan hesitated.

"No," Luo Gang affirmed, "I know what you're going to say, Fanzi, this is your business, don't care about other people's opinions."

"I don't care what other people think, Qiao Fan said, "I only care about your opinion, Gangzi, you are my best friend. "

"Come on, don't be lyrical," Luo Gang interrupted Qiao Fan, "Let's go and order a meal again, this time with my brother's meal card."

Qiao Fan took the rice plate in front of him and dumped it into the trash can, "Fuck, you sprayed my rice, you have to swipe your meal card."

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"Then what do you mean to Qiao Fan?" Wang Shang asked Qin Zhiyuan in the restaurant.

"I don't know, I can't tell right now." Qin Zhiyuan was at a loss when he thought of Qiao Fan, "I like him, but I'm not sure which kind."

"Qin Zhiyuan, Qiao Fan looks very strong, but he is very fragile and sensitive inside. Don't hurt him," Wang Shang looked at Qin Zhiyuan, "It's actually quite pitiful that this child was born in such a family."

Fang He sighed, "I can't talk about feelings. If you are not sure, don't give him the promise of eternal love."

After listening to Fang He's words, Qin Zhiyuan and Wang Shang glared at him at the same time, Fang He lowered his head aggrieved, what's wrong with using idioms, it's so unpopular.