chatter [entertainment]

Xie Er didn't speak, and took out his mobile phone, wondering what he was talking about.

[Pass the candy paper! 】

[Eat a chocolate bar! 】

【Stop laughing】

[Pass the candy paper first, then eat the chocolate bar! 】

【Children only do multiple-choice questions!I want it, I want it]

【All plus one】

【plus one】

Qiao Yufan laughed helplessly, this game is impossible to play, it was okay before, but now it is absolutely impossible.

"What is holding back a laugh?"

He carefully chose the one that looked the most normal.

【Looking at each other, whoever laughs first loses】

Qiao Yufan immediately made a decision, "That's it, it's quite interesting."

Let them think about it for a while, and it is estimated that this live broadcast should be banned for [-] years.

Qiao Yufan: "It just so happens that I will be the referee. Xie Er and Yang Zi will be in the same group, and Pan Yue will be in the same group as Da Peng."

Pan Yue volunteered, holding Peng Wei's head and turning it to point at himself.

Before Peng Wei could react, there was still a big mouthful of glutinous rice balls stuffed in his mouth that he didn't have time to swallow, and his cheeks were bulging.The ruthless big brother with a cropped head who is not easy to mess with now has puffed cheeks and ignorant eyes.

Pan Yue burst out laughing before Qiao Yufan shouted.

Peng Bo:? ? ?

It seemed to be back when Pan Yue told them about how to apply blush on filming, he was covering his stomach from laughing alone, and his face was flushed.

Peng Wei wanted to laugh when he brought him along, so he simply turned his head away from him, swallowed that big glutinous rice dumpling, choked on it, and drank half a bottle of fruit orange to get better.

Qiao Yufan: "Okay, Pan Yue lost. Next is the much-anticipated arena for the lead singer and guitarist of the Monster Boys. According to incomplete statistics, these two have not fought thousands of times in front of the camera since their debut. There are also hundreds of games. So, who among them will win the championship of this laughter contest this time? Well, without further ado, let us wait and see."

Pan Yue regained his strength and pulled Peng Wei beside him to compete again.

Wu Fuyang pressed the cartoon with one hand and turned sideways, with his arms resting on the back of the sofa.

Schell rubbed his cheeks with his hands, and began to think about the ugliness he had made in the past 20 years. He re-discovered various social death scenes, trying to embarrass himself and avoid laughing when looking at each other.

After Wu Fuyang finished cooking, he tied his high ponytail again, and his curly hair automatically rolled into a small ball at the back of his head, like a ball head.

The sharp facial features were not covered by the hair on the temples, and they were completely exposed, only the short, fluffy hair on the forehead slightly softened the corners.

As usual, his eyelashes were slightly lowered, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

Xie Er wanted to laugh almost the moment he saw Wu Fuyang.

He began to believe that liking cannot be hidden.Even if the other party didn't do anything, the moment he saw him, the corners of his lips began to rise automatically, and his mood gradually jumped.

Shell began to purse his lips desperately, forcing himself to think about those unhappy things.

Wu Fuyang held back his smile, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes began to slide down the bridge of his nose, and finally fell on the line of his lips.

Xie Er has no lip beads, but his lower lip is full. The lower lip that was bitten by himself just now still has tooth marks, and it is covered with a layer of light water.

Wu Fuyang only looked at it for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, there was no smile in his eyes just now, and they were dark.

Shell's brain exploded into beeping pink bubbles, his ears began to turn red, and his cheeks gradually became flushed.

He cursed inwardly, covered his face suddenly, and smiled in disguise.

"I lost, I lost, I can't hold back at all."

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[Where is Yangzi looking? ! 】

[Fuck, this look is too craving! ! ! 】

[Gan!Xie Er blushed! ! ! ! ! 】

[Isn't this fucking love? ? ? 】

[Ah, ah, ah, innocence is true!it is true! 】

[Don't talk about it, it's a routine operation of socialist brotherhood. 】

Wu Fuyang glanced at the blush he didn't cover up, and laughed, "I won."

He looked at Qiao Yufan who couldn't hold back anymore, "Do you want to continue?"

Qiao Yufan took advantage of the situation and let out a haha, drawing everyone's attention to Pan Yue and Peng Wei.

After watching them play a few more rounds, they hurriedly downloaded the broadcast on the pretext that brother Tian called to remind them.

After dealing with Brother Tian's call, Wu Fuyang dried his hair and lay down on the bed.

A humidifier of the same style as Sher's bedroom was added to the round-headed small refrigerator, and large clouds of wet mist fell to the head of the bed and scattered into Sher's soft pajamas.

Shel was sprawled on the bed, her face buried in the pillow, the blush still lingering on her face.

Wu Fuyang pinched the back of his neck in a funny way, and shook his hand, "Aren't you panicking?"

Xie Er didn't look up, and said in a low voice, "No."

"It's on the hot search." Wu Fuyang patted the back of his head and said softly: "Xie Er Wu Fuyang looked at each other, Xie Er Wu Fuyang had the same ring..."

Shell raised his head and snatched his mobile phone, frowning for three or four minutes, then threw the mobile phone aside, and patted Wu Fuyang's thigh gently.

"The ring was spotted by them, what should I do?"

I was really careless. Recently, Dai got used to it, and suddenly started the live broadcast and didn't react.

Wu Fuyang said indifferently: "Don't worry about it, it's fine if you don't respond, and wear a similar one later for them to take pictures."

Shel nodded.

Wu Fuyang glanced at him and asked, "Are you unhappy?"

Shell was taken aback, "Why are you unhappy?"

He suddenly said, "Are you saying you won't make this matter public?"

Wu Fuyang nodded.

Shell raised his head and kissed the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's troublesome to make it public, I know."

Wu Fuyang smiled softly, and kissed him for a while.

The comment was turned upside down by Shell, and he curled his lips, not very happy.

"...Everyone is saying that I can't help flirting."

Wu Fuyang smiled, "That's right, it's true."

Xie Er narrowed his eyes slightly, turned over and approached him, and his gaze drifted past Wu Fuyang's eyes as if nothing.Xie Er deliberately leaned close to Wu Fuyang's ear, and murmured under his breath: "Who are you talking about?"

Before Wu Fuyang could react, he moved a little further away, pressing his fingertips on Wu Fuyang's dry and warm palm, which seemed to be twitching.

The light on the ceiling reflected in Wu Fuyang's pupils, Xie Er looked into the black mist, and saw himself under the light.

Wu Fuyang read softly: "Good boy."

The voice is extremely gentle, and the mellow magnetic muteness is blatantly hidden in the elongated tone.

Shell thought, this man is really too much.

He took advantage of his weakness with ease, and unscrupulously used his slightly cool fingertips to fiddle with his ball-shaped heart.

"drop……"

The small refrigerator and humidifier on the bedside rang at the same time, and the room fell into darkness before the sound stopped.

Shell instinctively grabbed Wu Fuyang's hand, and shouted nervously, "Yangyang."

The hand was held back, and Xie Er fell into Wu Fuyang's arms in the next second.

Like a cat hiding in the arms of the shit-shoveling officer, Shell sighed softly.

The first time I knew that Wu Fuyang was afraid of the dark was during an evening self-study in the third year of junior high school.

There was no clue before.

They walked through the night road together, through the dark alleys, and they were also afraid of the rooftops in the middle of the night, looking at the brightly lit night scene in the distance from the utterly silent sky.

Wu Fuyang had never experienced anything unusual, so Xie Er took it for granted that the only trace left by that absurd childhood experience was that he was not talkative until that day.

The second period of evening self-study has just started, and the classroom has been unable to calm down for a long time, and the buzzing noise is disturbing.

Shell opened his eyes and leaned back on the edge of the back table, glanced at the piles of books in the classroom and the indistinct human head behind him, and closed his eyes again in anger.With his legs spread apart, his right foot crossed the boundary line between the two tables, stretched out to Wu Fuyang, and would be next to Wu Fuyang's newly bought sneakers.

Wu Fuyang stepped on his dusty shoe, "You saw off your leg."

Just entering the voice changer, the boy's voice was a little hoarse, and it was especially pleasant amidst the disturbing and clean hum that filled the room.

He didn't step on it hard, Shell didn't care much, didn't even move, and glanced at him lazily, "I'm so sleepy."

As he spoke, he yawned.

At the moment when physiological tears blurred his vision, the classroom fell silent.

The Chinese teacher's pair of plastic slippers, worn all summer, made familiar footsteps on the floor.The door of the classroom was not closed, and the male teacher in his 40s walked in with a dozen papers in his mouth like a Maitreya Buddha.

"This class is a small test. You don't need to do the questions, just practice the composition."

Amidst a burst of howling and sighing, the representative of the Chinese class took the papers and stood in the first row and began to distribute them.

Wu Fuyang received the paper from the front and turned to the last page directly.

Shell narrowed his eyes and leaned over, "Why is it an argumentative essay?"

Wu Fuyang held the pen, and the pen cap knocked on the table. He pushed Shell's head away, took out two blank A4 papers from the drawer, and put one on Shell's arm.

Their row of papers was passed around, Schell took it, and put the A4 paper aside.

After practicing narrative writing for half a year, he was suddenly asked to write an argumentative essay. He really didn't know where to start.

Shell looked up at the Chinese teacher sitting on the podium, and saw that he was holding chrysanthemum tea on the ground, and it seemed that he didn't intend to help them review the writing routines of argumentative essays.

He sighed, and looked at Wu Fuyang next to him. Wu Fuyang had already started to make an outline on the A4 paper.

Shell looked away, resting his head on his arm to read the essay topic, sitting out of shape.

The red mark from the end of the right eye to the temple has not disappeared, and Shell forced himself to put his consciousness into the composition.

Pick up the pen, write the well-conceived outline on paper, and pick up the pen to change the line. There are only two words left in the sentence that is being written-the return.

Lights went out.