That game author keeps trying to drive me crazy

Tan Miao felt the temperature on her face rise.

There is only one sentence in his mind: Fortunately, he brought pajamas!

T University's heating work is very good, and it is usually a bit hot in the dormitory, so Tan Miao doesn't need pajamas to sleep at all.

But today is different.

Think about the consequences of not bringing pajamas...

Tan Miao suddenly felt a little dry mouth.

Ye Zimo walked over with his notebook in his arms: "Let's kill time by reading something."

Tan Miao was distracted, and subconsciously said, "Small movie?"

Ye Zimo froze when he put the computer on, and said slowly, "It's the New Year's Eve party."

It was only then that Tan Miao realized that this was not Ji Boyan.

Ye Zimo continued: "But if you want to see it, I..."

Tan Miao frantically shook her head and interrupted him: "No, no, I just made up nonsense and took you as my roommate."

Ye Zimo nodded, and said in a thoughtful tone, "I see."

Tan Miao always felt that he seemed to have misunderstood something.

Ye Zimo chose a live broadcast of a relatively popular New Year's Eve party, turned on the full screen and put the computer on the table, asked Tan Miao to sit in his chair, and brought Huo Nian's chair over to use himself.

There were mostly singing shows at the party, and both of them were listening to it while looking at their phones.

Tan Miao opened Weibo, and many fans had already sent him private messages and comments to wish him a happy New Year. He also edited a blessing Weibo and planned to send it out when the time came.

After editing the content, Tan Miao thought for a while, turned on the camera, and punched Ye Zimo's arm beside him: "Can you help me?"

"Ok?"

"Take a picture of me." Tan Miao handed him the phone and added, "Just take a picture of the back."

Ye Zimo held the mobile phone that was still warm, his eyes lingered on his loose clothes, directed him to do a few actions, and then returned the mobile phone to him: "See how it goes."

Tan Miao casually supported the back of the chair with one hand, and flipped through the phone with the other: "So many photos?"

Ye Zimo looked at his handsome side face and hummed, silently stood up his mobile phone, tapped the screen, and then put the phone back as if nothing had happened.

Tan Miao picked a photo with her arms raised above V as a picture, and saved it in the draft box.

It was still a while before 12 o'clock, and Tan Miao felt that it was not good to play with his mobile phone with his head down, so he asked Ye Zimo if he had poker.

Ye Zimo nodded, opened the cabinet and took out a pair of poker: "What do you want to play?"

"Two people..." Tan Miao thought for a while, and then thought of a poker game that Ji Boyan taught him before, called dry stare.

This kind of gameplay was brain-intensive and time-consuming. At that time, Xiaobaitan couldn't beat Landlord Ji at all, and was defeated miserably.

Tan Miao talked about the game of staring blankly, and asked Ye Zimo if he had ever played it.

Ye Zimo shook his head honestly.

Tan Miao's eyes lit up.

"That's it."

After finishing speaking, he explained the rules of the game to him enthusiastically, and then began to deal the cards.

Seems to have found a chance to get back on the field!

Ye Zimo: "It's boring to play like this, how about placing a bet?"

Tan Miao nodded confidently: "Okay, no problem."

"You decide."

Tan Miao looked at the triangle-shaped skin on Ye Zimo's chest exposed by unbuttoning a button, and came up with a bold idea.

He grinned grinningly and said, "How about taking off a piece of clothing?"

Ye Zimo nodded without hesitation: "Okay."

Tan Miao was stunned: "Really?"

The two of them can take off their whole bodies and there are only four pieces in total, so how do you want to bet?

Ye Zimo calmly gathered the cards in his hand: "Come."

Tan Miao, who had bad thoughts, suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

It was only very soon that he realized that this feeling of guilt was completely unnecessary.

Ye Zimo threw out the last card and looked at him innocently: "It's over."

Tan Miao looked at the last two cards in his hand in bewilderment.

Just a little bit!

Ye Zimo looked at him leisurely and didn't speak.

Tan Miao suddenly felt that the raised hand weighed a thousand catties.

He wished he could travel back to half an hour ago and kill himself who made the bet.

"If you're afraid of the cold..." Ye Zimo watched him take a long time before unbuttoning a button, and opened his mouth tentatively.

Tan Miao looked at him with twinkling eyes.

Ye Zimo went to the cabinet and brought a lazy blanket over: "You can wear this."

That's a sweetheart.

Tan Miao's eyes lost their luster in an instant: "..."

He simply gritted his teeth and took off his shirt in one breath, revealing his thin and fair upper body.

Even so, it's not cold at all, even if you want to pretend to send a tweet of sympathy!

It was the first time that Tan Miao hated T University's excellent heating work so much.

Ye Zimo raised his eyebrows calmly.

Finally saw the front.

Although there are no beautiful abdominal muscles, but there is no trace of fat. It is a whole piece of white, like a smooth sliced ​​tofu, which looks soft.

Ye Zimo's eyes became dark.

Tan Miao didn't notice this, he took the blanket over silently and covered him.

It's just that this blanket has no buttons and can only be draped, so the chest is still almost unobstructed.

The two faced each other, Ye Zimo looked calm, but Tan Miao couldn't sit still, hesitatingly said: "How about... modify the rules so that if you win, you can wear one back?"

Ye Zimo: "No problem."

Tan Miao immediately felt that Ye Xiaocao was handsome and kind-hearted.

After half an hour.

Tan Miao looked at himself who was holding a lot of cards, and then at himself who was empty-handed: "Is this really the first time you play this game?"

Ye Zimo nodded: "I'm lucky."

It was really his first time playing this game, but there was something called talent.

Tan Miao swallowed: "Do you really want to take it off?"

Ye Zimo: "Then you want to make another bet?"

Tan Miao was discouraged.

Let him say everything, it seems a bit bad.

He was heartbroken, and he stretched out his hand to his waist and was about to pull it down, when Ye Zimo said, "Forget it, it won't be good if you catch a cold."

Tan Miao breathed a sigh of relief immediately.

Ye Zimo looked at his legs, feeling very sorry in his heart, but he really didn't want to abduct someone and make him catch a cold.

And Tan Miao's small eyes now make him feel very useful.

"Don't gamble, don't gamble anymore." Tan Miao wrapped the blanket tightly: "Teach me the skills of this game, I want to go back and abuse my roommate."

"it is good."

Ye Zimo divided the cards as he spoke, then got up and sat beside Tan Miao, leaning on him to teach him.

After teaching for a while, Tan Miao realized something was wrong.

Who is the first person to play this game!

It was really useful to kill time like this, and before I knew it, I heard the host start counting down.

"3, 2, 1—"

"Happy New Year's Day." Tan Miao and Ye Zimo turned their heads and spoke at the same time.

This move brought their eyes to meet.

Coupled with the close distance, the two felt an impulse almost at the same time.

However, the sound of firecrackers outside the window suddenly sounded, Tan Miao reacted first, and turned to look out the window: "Is there anyone else who dares to set off firecrackers?"

Ye Zimo suppressed the regret in his heart: "It sounds very close, as if it is on campus."

Tan Miao said in surprise, "It's courageous to commit crimes against the wind."

He wrapped himself up and went to the window and opened a crack.

Then I saw that most of the lights in most of the dormitory buildings outside were still on, and then a few girls roared angrily from a certain direction: "New Year's Day - happy!!!"

After a while, there was a boy who also shouted to answer the call: "Tong-Le-Tong-Le!"

Tan Miao laughed out loud.

Ye Zimo spread the quilt: "Go to sleep, I have to make up lessons tomorrow."

Tan Miao, who still wanted to listen for a while, shrank instantly.

He walked to Ye Zimo's bed and looked at the two blue quilts, then turned his head and asked Ye Zimo: "Do you want to sleep inside or outside?"

"Go outside, I'm afraid you will fall." Ye Zimo smiled.

"Just kidding, how is it possible." After Tan Miao finished speaking, she remembered the sleeping position that her family had complained about, feeling a little guilty, and then chose the seat in the back.

Ye Zimo glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you going to wear it back?"

He was sitting on the bed with the quilt covering his legs, the blanket was folded and put aside, his upper body was naked.

"No, I'm willing to bet and admit defeat." Tan Miao shook her head.

Ye Zimo heard the words and silently threw away the pajamas that he was planning to hand to him.

Tan Miao opened Weibo and sent out the Weibo in the draft box.

Ye Zimo's cell phone rang, he picked it up to have a look, then stretched out his hand and began to touch the screen.

The moment the Weibo was posted, there were many comments and likes. Tan Miao opened WeChat Penguin and sent a few messages, then put the phone down, slid her body, and shrank into the bed like a groundhog.

Ye Zimo, who was drinking water, paused when he saw this, drank up the water in one breath, raised his hand to turn off the light, and walked towards the bed.

Tan Miao became nervous for no reason.

Although Ye Zimo's bed looks a bit larger than ordinary beds, it is still very difficult to fit two men who are about 1.8 meters tall.

When Ye Zimo lay down, the bed creaked and Tan Miao subconsciously shrank towards the wall.

But the bodies of the two were still unavoidably close to each other through the quilt.

"Squeeze?" Ye Zimo's deep voice was hoarse.

"It's okay." Tan Miao's voice sounded extremely calm.

Squeeze will not say.

Although it sounds perverted, he actually enjoys the current state a little bit.

In order to avoid embarrassment, both of them are sleeping face up, with their arms tightly attached, and if one moves, the other will immediately notice it.

The result was that there was a make-up class tomorrow, but the two of them had to go back and forth for a long time before falling asleep one after another.

Early the next morning, Ye Zimo opened his eyes first.

He had a hazy dream last night, his mind was in chaos, and when he woke up a little bit, he saw a white arm stretched across his chest, and his neck still felt hot.

No wonder he dreamed that a person in miniature form was pressing on his chest, making his chest tight. It turned out that the culprit was really him.

Ye Zimo turned his head slowly, slowly.

First the arms, then the white and round shoulders and clear collarbone, and then the face buried on his shoulders, with a small mouth that kept exhaling towards his neck.

Ye Zimo took a deep breath, and a certain place was completely refreshed.

The author has something to say:

Ah, a little Calvin...