Stand-in self-cultivation

I received another message from Ma Qiming a week later, on the day when the salary was paid.

Before the silver in hand was warmed up, it was already in someone else's pocket when he turned his head, but Jia Ran let out a long sigh of relief.It's a pity that after he settled down to a major event, his nerves became tense again—the final exam was approaching, and his first exam since he went to college was approaching.

At the beginning of June, many courses were coming to an end, and the whole classroom was overcrowded. The cramped students only hoped that the teacher would show mercy and focus on painting.Jia Ran, who arrived at the classroom 10 minutes early as usual, was a little shocked. It was the first time he had seen such a big scene. Good guy, there were so many students applying for this course, the doors were blocked and they couldn't get in!He suppressed the joy and surprise in his heart, pushed open the door and wanted to go in and find a place to sit down, but he didn't expect that several boys from the basketball team would gather at the back door to point at the coolly dressed girl sitting in front, and From time to time, there were a few short, strange laughs.

Jia Ran was not tall, and although he looked fragile, he still had a bit of strength. After a few "please let me go" and was drowned in the noisy crowd, he could only squeeze in while saying "excuse me".Just as he rejoiced that he had successfully squeezed past, someone grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey..." Jia Ran was at a loss, feeling that the light in front of him was blocked, not exaggerating at all - a boy who was two heads taller than him was pointing his two huge nostrils at him.

"Pfft." Jia Ran didn't hold back his smile, "Student, don't point your nostrils at me."

"Huh." The man snorted, pulled Jia Ran's collar hard, and then let go. Jia Ran was almost dragged back, seeing that the old professor was already standing on the podium with a double-layer glass It was time to drink water. Although he was very upset, he didn't want to talk nonsense with others, so he lowered his eyes and asked, "If you have something to say, don't drag me if you have nothing to do."

"Student, you stepped on my shoes and still act like this? A freshman?"

The boy was wearing a hurdling vest, his exposed skin was tanned, but under the loose clothes, the snow-white flesh was faintly visible. Jia Ran was attracted by the black and white cow color scheme and couldn't help but take a second look. Then he lowered his head to look. The so-called pair of shoes that he stepped on was a pleasure to look at. There was a footprint on a pair of dazzling white shoes, but it was really not him that stepped on it.

"You still don't admit it!" The black and white boy frowned, "You put your shoes..."

"Ding—" the harsh class bell rang, and the second half of the boy's sentence was forcibly silenced. Jia Ran was not in the mood to talk to him anymore, and said sorry to him along with the bell, and turned around regardless of whether he heard it or not. Looking for a place, who knows that the wrist is grabbed by the other party.

"Students who haven't sat down quickly find a seat and don't delay everyone." The old professor knocked on the blackboard impatiently. After tossing around, I really have confidence in my grades, "Isn't sitting still? Which department are you from?"

Black and White Flower let go of Jia Ran's hand, and went straight to sit down in the seat that his friend had set up for him. Jia Ran stood alone in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by students. Fortunately, a girl called his name softly, and he Moved one inside to signal him to sit down.

"My roommate may not be here, please sit down first." She whispered.

"Thanks," Jia Ran took out the textbook from his bag and spread it out on the table, glanced at the pretty girl with a ponytail next to her, curious, "Do you know my name is Jia Ran?"

"I know! You are quite famous. On the first day you transferred, there were a lot of attention on you on bbs, and there was also a confession wall, didn't you know?"

Before he could open his mouth, the girl said again: "You are really handsome, especially Japanese. It's a bit like a star... Bai Ran."

Jia Ran paused when he was touching the pen in his schoolbag, and then the phone in his pocket vibrated.He turned his head and gave the girl a kind smile, then took out his phone and turned on the screen.

Ma Qiming: Wait for me at the school gate at six o'clock, don't eat.

Jia Ran looked up at the old professor who was still rambling, put his phone on the table and sent two words: Today?

Ma Qi replied the text message in seconds, and Jia Ran became irritable when he saw it.Friday, today is Friday, he promised Jia Meng to go to the hospital today to see her... The text messages asking for leave have been edited, and Jia Ran's finger is hanging in front of the blue button, hesitating to delete them all.

"Girlfriend?" The girl who had been peeping for a long time came over and asked gossipingly.

"Hehe." Jia Ran twitched the corner of his mouth to avoid the question, turned his head to look at her and said, "Who is Bairan?"

The girl was taken aback by the question, but fortunately she was not stupid, she clearly sensed the unhappiness in Jia Ran's tone, and looking at the wide-eyed eyes, she suddenly felt a little sinister.

It's not like, how could she think Jia Ran looks like Bai Ran?

Five fifty in the evening.

After rejecting the invitation of his classmates to eat together, Jia Ran came to the front door of the school, stood near the express booth, and poked his head furtively.Seeing the beautifully dressed female classmates stepping on stilettos and swaying gracefully into the luxury car parked on the side of the road, Jia Ran swallowed dryly. He wanted to be more generous like them, but he really couldn't.

He almost recognizes Ma Qiming's car—it should be said that he recognizes the few cars parked at his house. He is among the crowd picking up the courier. The person who suddenly came close to him was knocked down and sat on the ground by the time he realized it.He stretched out his hand to cover the sore bridge of his nose, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

"Why are you so involuntary!" A somewhat familiar voice sounded from above, Jia Ran wiped away tears and squinted his eyes to look up, before he could see who it was, the man yelled again.

"Fuck, bleeding!?"

Jia Ran's ears were buzzing from his roar, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the hot and humid nasal cavity, his palm was full of blood.

"Go to the hospital, I'm sorry, Jia Ran." The man squatted down, making a gesture to grab his arm. Jia Ran dodged subconsciously, and was about to scold, but he didn't expect a pair of strong arms to come out of thin air. Lifted him up by grabbing his armpit.

A clean smell of woody perfume burst into the wet nostrils, he was held in his arms unsteadily, his legs were dragged back two steps like noodles, dragged even with this resentment At the bottom of his heart, he held his breath and didn't come up, and suddenly coughed desperately.

"Don't bother." Ma Qiming snorted coldly, let go of the coughing Jia Ran and motioned him to stand still, "Walk carefully."

After wiping his face indiscriminately, Jia Ran finally saw who the person who knocked him down was—wasn't this the fucking black and white cow in the morning!Fuck, the basketball team is too strong.Ignoring him any more, Jia Ran quickly glanced at the people around him, quickly quickened his pace and lowered his head to follow the striding Ma Qiming.

As soon as his butt touched the car seat, Jia Ran's face was severely injured by the tissue bag thrown head-on. He looked at Ma Qiming who was holding back his anger in the driver's seat. Where did such a temper come from?

"Sit in the back seat? Are you really my driver?"

"Oh." Jia Ran grabbed the paper and nimbly stepped onto the co-pilot, but Ma Qiming forced her to look at him just as she sat firmly.

"Don't be flirtatious, I'll just say it this time." Ma Qiming finished speaking with a gloomy face, leaned forward and grabbed the seat belt to fasten Jia Ran.

"Who's showing off! He's insane. He picked on me this morning and hit me maliciously just now. I don't even know who he is!" Jia Ran was yelling joyously, but his body was so cowardly.He took the seat belt and fastened it himself. Under the watchful eyes of the man, he took out a piece of paper and blew his nose vigorously, then took a clean piece of paper and spread it under his feet. He was about to take out another one to wipe it clean, but he didn't expect Ma Qiming to grab his wrist suddenly, stretched out his hand and pointed at his face.

"What are you doing, Mr. Ma, you are a beast, this is the gate of the school...!"

Ma Qiming was speechless for a moment: "You've been thinking about something all day long. Don't move, your face is covered with blood."

Jia Ran's body froze suddenly, and the man let go of his hand. He quickly took out the phone from his pocket and looked at it with the front. He was also taken aback when he saw it: his entire face was covered with bloodstains.

Ma Qiming put down the mirror for him coldly, Jia Ran was so embarrassed that he could only pretend nothing happened and rubbed his hands carefully.It's a pity that his face was all red, and the bloodstains hadn't been rubbed off. There was no way, the blood had scabbed over. If he was alone, he would have spit and wiped it, but... from the corner of his eye, he looked right at him Ma Qiming didn't look away.

"Can't you use water?"

Jia Ran pretended to look away like a normal person and continued to wipe. He said casually, "I'm afraid of getting your car dirty..."

As soon as the words fell, a bottle of water was poured on his face without any mistakes, and the poor mirror also suffered along with him.

Jia Ran: "..."

Ma Qiming sneered, put on his seat belt and started to start the ignition, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth.

"Dirty my car? Did you think about it when you shot it on the seat? Go on, go on."

Jia Ran smiled: "Hehe."

Fuck you uncle.

"For the sake of your bleeding today, tell me, what do you want to eat?" Ma Qiming loosened his tie, turned his head to look at Jia Ran who was busy wiping his face, his mood rose a little inexplicably after a dull day.

Not to mention being busy with company affairs these few days, he still has to visit Bai Ran who is in the hospital and refuses to go home.

Bairan kept complaining of chest pains, but the examination could not find anything.Some fans had already received the news and entered the hospital. Yao Bo told him once that Ma Qiming happened to have an empty house near the hospital, so he simply asked Yao Bo to move in with Bai Ran, planning to wait for him to recover. Transfer it to him as a birthday present.

As a new popular idol, Bairan has his own house, but it is far away from the city, so he has been living in an apartment rented by the company.Ma Qiming had also given him a house before. The location was good and the environment was good, but he knew that Bairan disliked the small house, so he never moved there.

Ask yourself, the two have never had physical contact, and they have not even expressed their liking explicitly—although it was Ma Qiming's unilateral choice, but he has been able to take care of him for several years for the vague thoughts in his heart. Since his debut as an escort, he has not asked for anything in return, and if he said it, he would be moved by himself.

But then again, rather than liking Bairan, it is better to say that I miss the vague shadow when I was young.It's a pity that in the vast crowd, he couldn't find the person who was so heavy on his heart, even he himself had forgotten, so what else could he expect?

As for Jia Ran...he looked at Jia Ran who had finally wiped himself clean, revealing a clean and innocent face, and was also a little confused.Why he maintained such a long relationship with him, he really didn't know.He was not interested in Bairan, but he could be aroused by this godlike face, which is evil when he thinks about it. He can only say that this little slut has a kind of unknown magic power, which is not good enough.

Jia Ran didn't know that he had been labeled as a little slut by Mr. Ma, and he didn't know that Mr. Ma had already done it in his head. He took the paper to absorb the water from his hair, and wiped the paper balls. Putting it at his feet, he leaned back on the wide and comfortable leather seat.

"Let me treat you to this meal." Jia Ran looked at Ma Qiming seriously and said, "I promised Jia Meng that I would like to thank you on her behalf."

"Oh?" Ma Qiming found it very novel. After so long, it was the first time he said something like "I invite you" from Jia Ran. Before, he always tried his best to avoid things outside the maintenance contract. This time, he not only agreed to the request to eat, but also offered to treat himself?

"The sun is coming out from the west, okay, where do you go?"

"I can go anywhere?" Jia Ran blinked her big eyes and looked at him with a bit of malice.

Ma Qiming thought it was funny, the little bastard definitely wanted to have a hand, but he was really curious about what he wanted to do, so he nodded.

"Alright Mr. Ma, let's get out of the car." Jia Ran smiled slyly and unbuckled his seat belt.

"What?" Ma Qiming didn't hear clearly.

"A domineering president and Qianmen Malatang are more suitable. I, say, get out of the car, Mr. Ma! I invite you to eat safe and non-toxic Malatang!"

Ma Qiming: "..."

Ma Qiming: "Jia Ran!"