Lazy cancer late stage

"Ah~ so tired." Yang Zhi lay on the pile of books, complaining half-deadly.Songsang smiled lightly, pushed aside the book, and put the grapes in front of him, "Eat some of this."

"Ah~" Yang Zhi opened his mouth.

"Get out, eat by yourself."

"Too lazy to move."

For the sake of his two hours of reading, Songsang sighed, picked up a Xiahei and threw it into his mouth.

Songsang sat down next to him with the computer in her arms, and stuffed herself with a grape, "That old man really didn't trick me, so sweet."

Yang Zhi spat out the skin on the plate beside him, grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth, then sat up and continued reading.

Seeing him like this, Songsang is half envious and half disappointed. Reading is a common thing for Yang Zhi, but why is it difficult for him?The gap between them, or the gap between successful people and ordinary people lies in concentration.No matter what Yangzhi does, he is extremely focused and not disturbed when doing that thing.

"Stand up..."

"Ok?"

Songsang's eyes flickered a few times, but she still didn't say, "Uh... what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Curry chicken." Yang Zhi replied without thinking.

Since eating it in the cafeteria that time, this kind of recipe has been added to Yangzhi's favorite recipes.Songsang sighed, "OK."

I was going to look up some information, but the number on the lower right corner kept flashing, so Songsang clicked on it, and it should be the boy from the drama club I saw in the cafeteria last time.

He first introduced himself, Han Haitian, sophomore, Chinese Department.Then there was a bombardment, and a lot of pictures from the drama club were sent over.There are performances and daily rehearsals. Whether it is a girl or a boy, the smiling faces in the photos have a youthful flavor.I also took a lot of trophies and certificates, which were accumulated by N University over the years.Seeing Songsang's heart moved a little.

Looking at the serious Yang Zhi on the side, I planned to tell him again at night.

Then Lu Xiu sent a message: Yang Zhi, go to the school forum to see.I give you the link.

Speaking of sending a bunch of links.

Songsang thought for a while and clicked in.

Title: The male god of N is back, hurry up and worship!

This title starts...Songsang scrolls down, the second floor briefly introduces Yangzhi, from height and weight to professional hobbies, etc., puts several photos of Yangzhi, some of which are photos from the event , more candid shots, I don’t know if he has repaired it, he is sitting in front of the pile of books with his glasses on, and he is walking by the playground alone with his schoolbag on his back, all of which give off a lazy and handsome look.

Songsang has seen Yang Zhi's sloppiest side before, so even though she knew he was good-looking, she didn't feel much touched.But these photos seem to enlarge his appearance for you to see.

It is no wonder that there are dozens of consecutive floors of nympho buildings behind.

The host mainly introduced the play written by Yang Zhi when he was a sophomore, and also gave a video link.What Songsang didn't expect was that Yang Zhi also participated in that play, and played a supporting role that was neither important nor important.

The floors began to be painted again, when students from the same batch as Yang Zhi appeared, revealing Yang Zhi's information in detail.

This post has been pinned to the top.

Songsang always felt uncomfortable, as if digging out a person's privacy for grandstanding.While they may not be malicious, that playful attitude is annoying.

He moved the computer over and put it in front of Yang Zhi, "Your school's forum posts."

Yang Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then flipped over casually, then waved his hand, signaling Song to leave.

"Do you have any objections?" Songsang was slightly startled.

"Huh?" Yang Zhi raised his head, as if he was a little puzzled.

"They are digging your privacy, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Yang Zhi scratched his head with the hand holding the pen, "Whatever."

Yang Zhi couldn't think according to ordinary people's thinking. Songsang closed the webpage, since he didn't mind it, so he could do whatever he wanted, since there was nothing substantial anyway.

"How is the writing of "Feng Yu" recently?" Songsang said, searching for "Feng Yu" on the web.

"Write as usual."

More than 300 chapters have been written, and the comments below are really... Some scolded him very badly, saying that he sells rot, disgusting, etc., and some liked it very much, saying that Feng Zhe and Han Ming are so loving, match made in heaven.There was even a fight at the bottom. The two teams disliked each other and kept cursing. The building could be piled up to hundreds of floors.

No wonder the editor has a headache, this comment can't be deleted.

Songsang glanced at Yang Zhi who was chewing grapes, remembering that day when the editor asked him in a hurry if you were gay, Yang Zhi denied it.So what was he thinking?

Sighing, he closed the page.

Songsang never thought that she would be lucky enough to be approached.

"Hello." Songsang was a little hasty, took two steps back and nodded, smiling a little shyly.

She was a very beautiful girl, it was still cold in September, she was wearing a short skirt, showing her white and slender legs.His long black hair is slightly curly, and his eyes are very bright, just like the Xia Hei he ate yesterday.Glittering on porcelain jade-like skin.

"That..." The girl was even more embarrassed, her face flushed, "My name is Jiang Die."

"You..." Songsang didn't know how to speak, the girl was so beautiful, it made him feel a little ugly.

"I just see you come to pick up Yang Zhi and Yang Zhi every day." Mentioning Yang Zhi's name, the girl blushed even more, but she still boldly continued, "Can you give me his mobile phone number?" This sentence She mustered up the courage to say it in one breath, and she seemed to feel shy after she finished speaking, so she covered her face.

Songsang was slightly startled, she was ashamed just now, and she also stood up straight.Bitterness filled his heart, "He doesn't like to leave his cell phone number for others."

"That's it..." Jiang Die took a look into the classroom, leaned forward and turned his pen on the table, his hair was too long on his forehead, his profile was three-dimensional and handsome, with a natural undisciplined energy, very attractive.The seat seemed to be unable to fit such a big person, which made him look even more leggy.

"Then can you give me your mobile phone number?" She looked at Songsang brightly, not thinking that he would refuse her.

Such a contrast made Songsang inexplicably angry, he suppressed himself and shook his head.

The girl didn't seem to expect it, her eyes widened, "Are you his buddy?"

That's right, Songsang nodded.

"I like Yang Zhi very much, and I want to chase him." Jiang Die said firmly, "Since you are his buddy, can you help me?"

Tsk.Songsang also felt that she had no reason to refuse, and besides, she was so beautiful, Yang Zhi might like it, so he didn't have to torment himself every day.Thinking of this, Songsang sighed, "Okay."

"Great." Jiang Die couldn't hide her joy.

"This is his Koukou." Songsang used his mobile phone to log into Yangzhi's Koukou. His editor and the boys from the drama club were bombarding him every day, so Yangzhi asked Songsang to help him watch Koukou.The girl entered the number herself and sent her a verification message.

After getting Yang Zhi's contact information, she was obviously so happy that she almost jumped up. "Thank you, senior. I'm from the Design Department. If..." Her eyes flashed, "I'm with Yang Zhi, I'll treat you to dinner."

"No need." Songsang waved her hand and smiled.

At this time, there was a slight noise in the classroom. The two looked in, and the get out of class was over, and the students were packing up their books.Looking up and turning his head just in time to meet the eyes of the two, Jiang Die blushed suddenly, greeted Songsang, and ran away quickly.

Yang Zhi didn't care, he walked out slowly with the bag in his hand, and threw the bag and others on Songsang, "I'm so tired."

"Why do you cry tired every day?" Songsang was pressed back a few steps before she stabilized her body, pushed him and said, "Get up, go home."

Yang Zhi rubbed against his neck, sighing contentedly.

The students after class looked here, Songsang blushed, and pulled his wrist to walk out.

"Who was that person just now?" Yang Zhi sat on the electric donkey, hugged Songsang's waist, and asked against his back.

"Her name is Jiang Die, and she says she's from the Design Department."

"Oh."

Oh it's over?Songsang asked tentatively, "Do you think she is beautiful?"

Yang Zhi thought for a while, "I didn't see clearly."

Songsang commented pertinently, "Next time you have to look carefully, she is really beautiful."

"Oh." Yang Zhi felt uncomfortable hearing these words, and hugged him even tighter.

After returning home, Yang Zhi throws Songsang directly on the bed.

"What's wrong with you?" Songsang couldn't push it away.

"Songsang, it's almost my birthday."

Songsang was taken aback, "When?"

"December 9."

"Okay, I'll buy you a big cake then." Songsang patted him on the back, motioning him to get up.

Yang Zhi hugged Songsang's head and kissed it.

This kind of situation is quite common recently, and Songsang didn't resist too much, just pretending to be bitten by a dog.He will let himself go when he is comfortable.

Yangzhi kept making a slight sound from his throat, licking his lips, slowly sucking and rubbing.

Songsang didn't know why, but thought of Jiang Die inexplicably, and her beautiful appearance dangled in front of his eyes.Then he pushed it away.

Yang Zhi was unprepared, almost bumped into the cabinet behind him, and stood there in a daze, his lips were still red.

Songsang covered her mouth, a little embarrassed, "Well...I'll hang the clothes." Then she quickly got up from the bed and ran to the balcony.

Yang Zhi looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing."

Yang Zhi is not a person who likes to ask questions, Songsang knows.

Sure enough, he stared at Songsang for a while, feeling a little confused, so he climbed onto the bed and hugged the computer to start writing.

Songsang heard the sound of typing from his fingertips.Sometimes I hope that he can take the trouble to ask, but I am afraid that he will really ask.

The family next door planted a small osmanthus tree on the balcony. At this time, the fragrance of flowers was wafting around. There were only rows of residential buildings outside the window, and even the sky was divided, so there was really nothing to see.

Songsang sighed, dried the clothes and went back to the bedroom.

Still think about how to celebrate the old man's birthday.