adult small pillow

As the number one CP fan, Fang Ziyu keenly noticed something wrong between Lu Mianzhi and Qu Yixian.

It was like the thin ice was broken, and the two became much closer all of a sudden.

It's almost coming together.

Fang Ziyu turned the pen, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the sweater on his small front desk was taken from Brother Lu's closet.

The classroom is filled with the smell of triangular cakes, sesame balls and soy milk.

Everyone is perfunctorily attending the morning reading class.

Only a few people are seriously reciting words.The rest either propped up their foreheads and pretended to memorize books to catch up on sleep; or they lowered their heads and stuffed breakfast into their mouths while the teacher was not paying attention;

Fang Ziyu took two sips of soy milk, looked at the hoodie on Qu Yixian, and was very curious like a cat scratching his heart.

He threw away his pen, took out his cell phone from the belly of the table, and while the English teacher on stage was not paying attention, he lowered his head and sent a message to Yuan Qian.

[Internet bully: Dive! 】

[Internet Bully: A Qian! ! 】

Yuan Qian ignored him.

Maybe the phone was turned on silent and put in the bag.

Fang Ziyu had no choice but to wave to Qin Yizhou slightly.

Qin Yizhou turned his head sideways to chat with Yuan Qian, and caught a glimpse of Fang Ziyu waving at them from the corner of his eye.

Fang Ziyu pointed at Yuan Qian, Qin Yizhou understood, and said a few more words to Yuan Qian, Yuan Qian turned to look at Fang Ziyu.

Fang Ziyu shook the phone at him.

Yuan Qian turned back and reached out to fumble in the belly of the table.

He groped for a long time, until Fang Ziyu felt itchy and wanted to ask Qu Yixian directly if he was wearing Lu Mian's clothes, so he slowly took out a stack of post-it notes from the belly of the table.

Yuan Qian picked up a black pen and scribbled a word on the post-it note, rolled it into a ball and threw it to Fang Ziyu.

[Yuan Qian:? 】

Fang Ziyu: ...

Fang Ziyu didn't expect Yuan Qian to ask him a question by passing a note.He put away his phone, picked up the pen again, and asked him: 【Why don't you look at your phone? 】

The ball threw a beautiful parabola in the air, and it wobbled back to the original diving table.

Yuan Qian spread out the note and glanced at the words on it, then turned his head and glanced at Fang Ziyu.

The eyes are like caring for the mentally handicapped.

[Yuan Qian: I fell home. 】

Fang Ziyu scratched his head.

That's the bad thing about sending messages on paper.

Now he really wants to send an expression pack of [Little Panda reached out and touched his little ear].But Yuan Qian didn't bring his mobile phone, so he couldn't see it even after sending it.

Fang Ziyu had no choice but to reply "Oh".

Then humming and humming, he wrote on the paper: [Do you feel that Xiao Xian is wearing Brother Lu's clothes today. 】

When crumpling the paper ball, I felt itchy again, so I spread out the paper ball and drew a very ugly panda head by myself.

Although it is ugly, it is at least a panda head.Fang Ziyu was afraid that Yuan Qian wouldn't understand, so he thoughtfully added the words: [The little panda reached out and touched his little ear. 】

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Yuan Qian was also taken aback when he received the note.

He glanced in Qu Yixian's direction.Lu Mianzhi blocked most of his line of sight, he could only see Qu Yixian's side face, and couldn't see his clothes at all.

Yuan Qian lowered his head, quickly replied a few words on the note, twisted it into a ball and threw it to Fang Ziyu.

[Yuan Qian: I can't see it. 】

Fang Ziyu threw the paper ball back.

[Fang Ziyu: Look again, look at it from another angle. 】

Yuan Qian had no choice but to turn his head and take another look at Qu Yixian.

He still couldn't see what kind of sweater Qu Yixian was wearing from another angle.

It can only be vaguely seen that it is a red sweater.

So Qu Yixian is quite suitable for wearing red.

He has fair skin, and he would look good in bright clothes... Yuan Qian paused.

Probably because the clothes were a little loose, Qu Yixian simply pushed up the sleeves.

He supported his head to recite the words, and from Yuan Qian's perspective, he could see the little red marks on his wrist.

Yuan Qian tilted his head, stared at the red marks for a while, and began to recall the question Fang Ziyu asked him at the beginning.

——Do you feel that Xiaoxian is wearing Brother Lu's clothes today?

Wow.

To be honest, even if they regarded Lu Mianzhi and Qu Yixian as a couple at first, Yuan Qian only took it as a joke.After all, Lu Mianzhi really doesn't seem like a person who will fall in love with someone.

But now it seems, tsk tsk.

Fang Ziyu coughed hard in the back row.

Yuan Qian bowed his head and wrote a sentence, then threw the paper ball to him.

[Yuan Qian: It looks a little familiar. 】

[Yuan Qian: Look at Xiao Xian's wrist. 】

Fang Ziyu didn't know why the topic suddenly changed from the clothes Qu Yixian was wearing to his wrists, and raised his head in confusion.

It's okay not to look up, but when I looked up, I saw several red marks.

From his distance, those red marks looked like mosquito bites.

pink pink.

It looks freshly baked.

Mosquitoes are really poisonous now, and there are still so many of them in autumn.

Fang Ziyu vaguely remembered that he still had a bottle of Bibidi in his stomach and didn't bring it back.

He reached into the belly of the table and groped for a while, but before he could find the incomparable drop, he heard a knock on the door.

Mixed in the sound of reading aloud, it is strange and frightening.

Fang Ziyu turned his head stiffly, and saw the person he hated the most in his life standing at the back door, looking at him seriously, and pointed to the two small notes he put on the table.