Fanservice Paradox

The surprise on Fang Juexia's face was recovered a little, like the still water that gradually recovered after the ripples dispersed.

"No one." He simply replied.

"Only you?" Pei Tingsong's eyes looked inwards, and there was a chill from the outside. "The moving company is downstairs, and I will move things up in a while."

Fang Juexia, who still kept the door open, let go of his hand and gave half a step, "Oh ..." Then he thought that the other party hadn't come up yet, so he moved a step forward, "How much?"

He wanted to say if he needed help, but the sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it.

The warm current in the room came out, and Pei Tingsong took off his hat. "Not much." He glanced at Fang Juexia's white, soft home clothes. He seemed to have guessed Fang Juexia's idea, "Go in. Wear it so Go down and freeze you. "

This is not a good word, but at least he doesn't have to go on. Fang Juexia is quite satisfied.

After a while, the sound of the elevator entering the house was heard, and the mover quickly moved Pei Tingsong ’s luggage. Fang Juexia sorted out the living room where teammates did not clean up yesterday and made room for them.

He took a cup of hot tea and looked at it against the wall, and moved in five big cartons. Watching them move down the box, it was estimated that each felt quite heavy.

Pei Tingsong took something, Fang Juexia couldn't help but wonder.

"Hard work." Pei Tingsong politely thanked.

Just as he was about to send them away, Fang Juexia suddenly stopped and poured a cup of hot tea to the three uncles. Without speaking, he handed them directly.

"Thank you, thank you." The three uncles took it by themselves, sighing, drinking their chests and hearts warmly, and left with a smile.

Said the production team did not arrive, only he and Pei Tingsong were left in the dormitory. In the past two years, the time spent alone has been almost zero, which is somewhat embarrassing. He stared at these big boxes as if they were staring at him.

"I'll take you to see your room." Fang Juexia finally seemed to think of something that could be said, stepped on his slippers and bypassed him. When he walked to the door, he remembered that He Ziyan would always lock the door. opened.

He knew Pei Tingsong was coming?

"I live with Brother Zi Yan?" Pei Tingsong stood behind him, holding the carton into the room.

"Well." Fang Juexia gave him a way, and the room was quite big. As soon as he entered the door, there was a large workbench. There were several displays and midi pads on it. It was indeed Ziyan's room at first glance. There was plenty of sunlight in it, and the other side of the window was empty, and there was only an unpaved solid wood bed. Pei Tingsong put the carton down and touched the shelf for the partition.

"Who do you live with?" He said suddenly.

Fang Jue Xia stunned for two seconds, "One by one."

He thought to himself that if Miao brother is here or one by one, he might take him around and get familiar with the environment. But it was just him. He didn't know what to do. He took Pei Tingsong to visit, or mumbled to help him move things, or ignored him back to his room.

The last option is too indifferent, even if Fang Juexia really wants to do it.

Just do it.

Fang Juexia lifted her feet and wanted to leave, who knew Pei Tingsong suddenly said.

"I want to see other rooms." He took off his coat and rested on the empty bed. Inside was a gray sweater that looked very soft.

Forget it, after all, it is a group.

"Well." Fang Juexia should turn around and go outside. Pei Tingsong stared. His back was covered with a white sweater, and his back was slender, especially when viewed from the side and back, like a single little swan. This surprised him. It was probably Fang Juexia who had never seen him at home. He was facing the sky and wrapped in a soft coat, as if he lacked the unappreciable coldness.

"This is Miao and Yuan's room." Fang Jue Xia opened the door. This room was a lot forced. There was a stack of music on the shelf near the door. There was a guzheng in the window. Between time, still get out of bed. But Lu Yuan also likes to sleep on the bunk, he feels very comfortable on the top.

He didn't know how to introduce it, so he seemed very silent. Pei Tingsong was taken out of the room by him, led to the living room and the open kitchen, and said dryly, "Probably like this."

Who knew Pei Tingsong was leaning on the kitchen counter, "What about you?"

Fang Juexia blinked slowly, then turned around as if by default and took him to his room.

After all, I live together. I wo n’t watch it today, but I will watch it tomorrow.

Pei Tingsong found it interesting, he thought he would refuse, after all, he always refused, but now it is so easy to agree to let him break into the private realm. Today's Fang Juexia is particularly bully.

But the guy in home clothes just opened the door and didn't go in. He stood outside and gave a polite introduction, "This one."

Pei Tingsong will not miss this opportunity to infringe on his territory. Without saying a word, he steps forward, causing Fang Juexia to lose his initiative and can only follow him.

This room is more distinct than he thought. A row of wardrobes in the middle separates the two sides. The area facing the door is full of various ornaments. The bedding is a little yellow man, and there is a row of little yellow dolls on the bed. . Ling Yi is a famous little yellow man lover.

Pei Tingsong walked in, and the area facing him seemed like another pole. Very empty, all the furniture is only one-piece wood color bookcase desk, two or three light gray low cabinets and a bed. The dark blue bed was covered with square quilts, clean and meticulous.

He searched adjectives in his heart, but found that the most suitable description was actually himself.

All this is very Fang Jue Xia.

"There is nothing to see in my room."

He felt Fang Juexia's tone begin to show a slight self-defense. Pei Tingsong couldn't help raising his mouth and walked to the desk, his eyes attracted by the huge Sudoku book above.

"Do you like Sudoku?"

Fang Juexia walked over, closed the unfinished page with a pen and closed it, "I will play it when I am bored."

This made Pei Tingsong a little surprised, but when he looked away, something even more unexpected appeared.

"" The Unity of Mathematics "" He leaned closer and looked carefully at the books on the shelf.

Not only "unity of mathematics", but also dozens of mathematics textbooks such as "Riemann Surface Lecture Notes", "Functional Analysis", "Morse Theory" and so on.

In fact, Fang Juexia's embarrassment has reached its peak, but due to his emotional delay, his tone is still calm, "Obviously, I study mathematics."

"Yes, I almost forgot." Pei Tingsong remembered that they had joked about Ling Yi before they remembered that he had more college homework than high school. I also think of Fang Juexia's talent in mathematics, although only occasionally at the tip of the iceberg exposed by some unpopular variety shows.

"It's okay." Fang Juexia stretched out his hand and tried to pull him away, just like he held his wrist last time.

His fingers are very long, but much softer than Pei Tingsong's imagination, warm, gently encircling his chilled wrist.

"Go organize your stuff."

Obviously the tone of the command, in Pei Tingsong, but with a hint of request.

In fact, he was curious what kind of reaction Fang Juexia would have if he continued to stay here and continue to face him. But he could perceive Fang Juexia's tolerance, and even if he had fun, he had to take it slowly.

Pei Tingsong wasn't sure whether the coldness and dullness in him were real, or whether it was just a fake man in disguise. Perhaps Fang Juexia is the type of rumors that you can trade your body for opportunities. The desire is too obvious, so you should cover it with the image of abstinence. If this is the case, then his acting skills are too proficient. Pei Tingsong is really curious, and even wonders why he didn't find it so interesting to deal with him in the past.

But Fang Juexia's shell is cold and hard, almost growing on the meat, and it is a bit cruel to peel.

So Pei Tingsong did not continue to struggle, leaving him to leave the room.

Before reaching the carton box, Fang Juexia naturally loosened Pei Tingsong's wrist and rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes to reveal a small white arm. He helped to move a big one and found it really terrible. After watching Pei Tingsong open the box, he realized that it was all books.

Pei Tingsong did not ask him to move anymore, only saying that he could help him with a book. Fang Juexia took a few books in his hand and asked him how he should arrange them, in alphabetical order or according to year.

casual. Fang Juexia meditated on the word in his heart. Then he placed the books one by one, not according to the year or the first letter, but according to the color shade.

Pei Tingsong moved all the rest in and unpacked and packed it on the side. There are only four big boxes in his luggage, only one is his daily necessities, and the rest are all books.

"Don't bring any clothes?" Fang Juexia stepped on the chair and arranged the top row, then came down and asked.

"I don't live far, let's talk about it." Pei Tingsong sat cross-legged on the ground, lining the bottom layer.

They arranged the books in silence, one by one until the empty bookshelf was filled. Fang Juexia had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, although the book was not his, nor was the bookshelf.

"What about the rest?" He asked like a child.

Pei Tingsong picked up the big parts of the last hardcover hard shells and stepped on the stool to the top of the bookshelf, piled up. He clapped his hands, "Done." He grew up in the United States from an early age, even if he has been studying Chinese and returned to China for several years, he still comes up with the English expression he is accustomed to from time to time.

Fang Juexia stood in front of the bookshelf and looked at it. The finished product placed by the two people had a strange sense of layering.

"" First Philosophical Meditation "," Critique of Pure Reason "," Ethics "," The World as Will and Representation "..." He looked at the books on the shelf and found that they were all readings beyond his knowledge.

It turned out that Pei Tingsong studied philosophy.

He only knew that Pei Tingsong was originally studying in the United States. Like the elder brother who needs to inherit his family, he studied management, but he later dropped out of school without permission and applied to another liberal arts college. Reading major. And because he was caught in the hip hop circle, he was simply sent back to China by his elders.

But why come to enter the entertainment industry, and why come to such a small company? These are only speculations in the market, because Pei Tingsong is also uncertain, and the gods are mysterious. Everyone only knows that he finally went to the University of P as an international student. He refused group accommodation for the reasons of the above school. Anyway, they did n’t announce much. He usually seems to go to school.

Now think about it, their lives really have no intersection, except for work.

"about there."

He saw that Pei Tingsong was going to move away from the stool and wanted to help, but he accidentally bumped his head against the bookshelf and felt something sway. Before he could react, he was dragged to the other side by a force , Almost fell over instability.

A series of sounds hit the floor and turned into a few thick books spread out backwards.

At this time, the hand holding his arm tightly was released. Fang Juexia turned her head and saw Pei Tingsong's other hand covering her right eye, and responded violently, "Are you all right? Did you hit your eyes?"

Pei Tingsong held his head and shook his head like a child, sitting on the hard bed with his head buried.

"I made it, I'm sorry." Fang Juexia's guilt suddenly appeared, and he thought that he had just lowered his head and hit the bookshelf. Pei Tingsong must come over and pull him before being smashed.

"Don't put gold on your face," Pei Tingsong pushed away his hand, "I want to put the book on it."

After talking, he mumbled again, "Sorry, sorry, every day ..."

Fang Juexia didn't even listen to his words, "I'll take a look."

"No." He suddenly became capricious.

After grinding for a while, Pei Tingsong thought that Fang Juexia was just talking on the surface, but did not expect him to be stubbornly terrible, repeating one sentence after another, like a robot.

"Let me see."

But after all, he was a hero, but he was smashed unsuccessfully, and his self-esteem was a little frustrated, so he was even more awkward when he compromised. "Then you get me a band-aid." After he finished, he emphasized again.

But Fang Juexia's ears went out as if they were blocked, and when he came back, he carried an entire medicine box and threw it on the bed.

Pei Tingsong looked at the box in front of him and looked at him again.

This is not a swan, but a goose.

The author has something to say: the next chapter starts the group live broadcast!

Friends, demining has written the character of attack. Xiao Pei's appearance is a bad boy, he was only a teenager, not a mature, stable and perfect man. If you don't like it, you don't have to wait for the real fragrance, you can stop now. Don't scold characters, don't scold characters.

They did not meet for two years because of misunderstanding. Fang Juexia's way is that when Pei Tingsong doesn't exist, Pei Tingsong teases him, so why is he misunderstood? Because Jue Xia never talks about unspoken rules, he can only learn from the outside world. But after learning about Fang Juexia, he realized that he could not do such a thing, and he frankly apologized.

When Fang Juexia was really threatened, Pei Tingsong ran to calm him down for the first time because of his teammates. Pei Tingsong was injured and Fang Juexia also bandaged him for the first time.

If this is not the case, why should the two be forced to operate and understand each other? It must have been together long ago.

I personally can't accept the character being scolded, and ask everyone to give up if they don't like it, really don't force yourself.