The national male god he privately linked to the station brother

Che Shaoqi saw that Song Yan posted Weibo after he got on the plane. He had repaired the high-definition and opened Weibo to prepare to post pictures. However, before the pictures were posted, he saw the news that he was @ exploded.

After clicking in, Che Shaoqi blushed so badly that he couldn't lift his head.

Song Yan bit off half of the last seaweed crisp, and handed the rest to Che Shaoqi's lips: "Do you want to eat?"

Che Shaoqi opened his mouth reflexively, and ate the seaweed crisps into his mouth.He didn't think about the business until the mouthful of seaweed crisps slowly melted: "...you posted on Weibo first?"

"Huh?" Song Yan paused for a moment, looked at the computer screen, and nodded, "That's right."

Che Shaoqi blushed, wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it, so he could only post Weibo before the plane took off.

Turning off the computer, Che Shaoqi turned his head and saw Song Yan took out the topic he had given him this morning, prepared draft paper and pens, and started writing the topic with all equipment.

Che Shaoqi sat quietly by the side and watched, and after a while, he realized that Song Yan was really good at it.

"You used to...did you have good grades?" Che Shaoqi's "before" here refers to Song Yan's high school or junior high school, because he studied acting in college, and basically had no chance for subjects like physics.

"Before? It's okay." Song Yan pondered for a while, "It's so-so."

Che Shaoqi didn't answer, and leaned against the back of his chair to continue watching him write the questions. It took Wudao Che Shaoqi all morning to come up with a good question, and it took Song Yan four hours to solve it. It's a pity that he couldn't solve the last question. I didn't figure out the way, half of the solution got stuck, and I gave up after getting stuck for half an hour.

"This question was changed from last year's last year's in-service graduate student's physics paper. It is understandable that you didn't write it out." Che Shaoqi actually wanted to say that if he wrote it out, he would not need to tutor himself at all, at least in physics. In this professional class, he doesn't have to worry at all.

Song Yan humbly asked for advice, and asked about his most troublesome place, and Che Shaoqi told him seriously.

Li Hui and Quan Shi sat in the first-class seat on the right side of the two, and behind them were other passengers, including two fans who followed the plane.

The two people leaned their heads against each other, almost getting out of their seats, just to listen to what Song Yan and Che Shaoqi talked about on the plane, but what they heard in their ears were all "power laws" , "Doppler", I can't hear the reason after hearing it.

"What the hell are they doing?"

"Or you go and take a look."

"...Pretend to look for a stewardess and take a look?"

"……if not?"

The two people stared at each other, and after a while, the one who was leaning on the aisle stood up, walked forward along the aisle, and before taking two steps, a stewardess came up: "Miss, do you need any help? "

"...It's nothing, I just stood up and swayed when I was tired." The girl was a little embarrassed, she swung her arms casually, and squeezed two steps forward, meeting the gazes of Song Yan and Che Shaoqi who turned their heads That's right.

She turned her head immediately and quickly returned to her seat.The stewardess looked at her a few more times and left after making sure that there was no problem.

"Huh..." With a sigh of relief, the girl pointed helplessly in Song Yan's direction, "I'm studying."

Another girl was confused: "Huh?"

"I said they were writing questions."

"...Write the title on the plane?"

"That's right, physics questions, you don't understand the world of a top student."

"Then do you understand?"

"I don't know either."

The two looked at each other dryly, and their minds were full of question marks about Song Yan and Che Shaoqi's plane writing. Could it be that the young couple's love period should be sweet and sweet, wishing that there is a bed where they can solve their physical problems on the spot? ?The results of it?Don't even think about physical problems, it's almost as good as hitting the palm of your hand when you write a wrong question.

After listening to the explanation of the last question, Song Yan pushed the test paper aside, and then took Che Shaoqi into his arms, as if asking for a reward: "I want to kiss you."

"...No, I'm on the plane now." Che Shaoqi refused righteously.

Song Yan's face fell down, with a pitiful look: "Is it really not possible? I got four and a half of the five questions right, and I didn't even have a kiss. How miserable am I?"

Che Shaoqi was momentarily shaken by what he said, but reason prevailed, and he shook his head and refused.

Song Yan said again: "But you still owe me three meals."

"...Where do I owe you three meals? Didn't I pay you back a long time ago?" Che Shaoqi poked his neck, and wanted to say that he had already paid it back before, so why did he owe you three more meals?

"Where did I return it? Why didn't I know?" Song Yan pretended to be innocent and looked at the person in his arms.

Che Shaoqi was at a loss for words for a moment, it was impossible for him to say that the time in the faculty dormitory was just repaid, right?

Seeing that he was silent, Song Yan pushed forward and said, "Where did you return it? I really don't remember."

"...I haven't returned it. I'll treat you to dinner when we arrive in country F." Che Shaoqi said, wanting to push away Song Yan who was holding him, and three extra meals for nothing. If you want to blame, you can only blame yourself for being thin-skinned and saying no. Say something so straightforward.

Song Yan exerted a slight force on his arm, and held Che Shaoqi even tighter: "Just one moment."

Che Shaoqi pursed his lips, and the balance in his heart kept tilting between "satisfy Song Yan" and "reject Song Yan", until Song Yan asked for the third time: "Just a kiss, really."

The balance was completely inclined to "satisfy Song Yan", Che Shaoqi pursed his lips and nodded: "Okay, just for a while."

Song Yan, who had been waiting for this sentence all this time, succeeded at once, pulled the blanket from the stewardess over the heads of the two, picked up Che Shaoqi with his backhand and put him on his lap.

Che Shaoqi was taken aback, and reflexively grabbed the support around him that could stabilize his figure——Song Yan's shoulders. When he sat still, he realized that he was completely hugging Song Yan face to face, and sitting on his own. Asana on his legs.

"Isn't it just a kiss?" Che Shaoqi was a little anxious, why doesn't it seem as simple as just a kiss?

"It's a kiss, but I didn't say I won't do anything else."

Because of being covered by a blanket, Che Shaoqi could only hear Song Yan's answer with a smile in the dark, struggling to get back to his seat with a flushed face, but Song Yan pressed his leg with one hand and hugged him with the other. He grabbed his neck and took him down directly.

The lips were kissed, Song Yan still remembered that he could only kiss once, so he procrastinated the kiss as long as possible, in order to be able to be intimate with Che Shaoqi for a longer time.

Che Shaoqi was so dazed by the kiss, his whole body softened, and he half leaned on Song Yan.

Seeing that he was finally settled down, Song Yan let go of the hand that was pressing on his leg, and dragged his waist, deepening the kiss.

After the kiss was over, Che Shaoqi leaned against Song Yan's shoulder out of breath, and the hot air from his spit was on Song Yan's shoulder, making it difficult for Song Yan to restrain the eager thoughts in his heart.

But he hasn't forgotten that there are still his fans sitting behind him. Considering Che Shaoqi's face and his request for the privacy of these matters, Song Yan slowly calmed down the person in his arms, and when Che Shaoqi got better, Only then let him go.

Che Shaoqi pulled off the blanket covering his head without saying a word, stepped on his toes on the ground, half-swayed and sat back in his seat.

Song Yan squeezed his hand to comfort him, feeling a little uneasy, always worried that he was going too far.

Che Shaoqi waited for more than ten minutes before recovering from the ambiguous atmosphere just now.He blushed and his heart beat violently. If Song Yan hadn't stopped in time, he might have compromised first and asked the other party to give him some sweetness.

"Do you want to sit inside?" Song Yan suddenly said, startling Che Shaoqi who was sitting on the outside and doubting his life.

"...Huh?" Che Shaoqi turned his head in a daze.

"Just...they always want to see you when they walk around, let me sit outside." Song Yan suddenly regretted bringing him out, and the fans sitting in the back always wanted to see what happened, so they would shake from time to time come to the front.

Che Shaoqi reflexively wanted to look back, but was stopped by Song Yan: "I'll change places with you."

Saying that, Song Yan had already stood up, and pulled Che Shaoqi to stand up as well. When the two of them were exchanging positions, because Song Yan was too tall, Che Shaoqi just sat down when he heard a "bang" ring.

He was startled, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yan sitting on his original seat covering his head.

"Does it hurt?" Che Shaoqi's tone was rarely flustered.

Song Yan shook his head, then nodded again, he was a little speechless due to the pain.

"Show me." Che Shaoqi raised his head nervously, and looked at the place Song Yan was covering, wondering if it was his own illusion, it seemed to be swollen a bit higher.

"It really hurts..." Song Yan gasped, not expecting it to be so painful.

With a serious face on his face, Che Shaoqi frowned and said, "Let me rub it for you."

Song Yan was flattered, leaned forward, smiled and watched Che Shaoqi massage himself with a serious face.

With the care of his lover, no matter how painful it is, Song Yan doesn't find it so unbearable.

The two fans sitting in the back seat who wanted to see if Song Yan and Che Shaoqi interacted with each other from time to time shook their hands excitedly: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Head rubbing is so cute, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"!"

"I can do it again wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!"

"Ugh, if you see it, your mouth will be red!"

"Fuck!"

"So what the hell were you doing under the blanket?"

"How do I know?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, so I just asked you to take a look!"

"What are you looking at, dad's eyes are going to kill you, okay?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

"Ah... the meeting is really amazing, I want to take a bath."

"... Are you out of your mind?"

"I'm just thinking about it, huh."

"Look here, look here, shut up the microphone!"

The two girls lowered their heads immediately, pretending to be doing their own thing, but Song Yan already knew what they were doing, not to mention their chatting voices were really not low, even Li Hui and Quan Zhi heard it.

Che Shaoqi was absorbed in rubbing Song Yan's head, but he didn't hear that the two girls were talking about him.

After a while, Song Yan felt that the pain in his head was gone. He took Che Shaoqi's hand and said solemnly: "Che Che."

"what?"

"You are so cute, but luckily I caught you, others have no chance."

Che Shaoqi: ...

Quan Responsibility and Li Hui: ...

Two fans: ...