07 : smell good
[Ahhhhh, I'm shipping them!]
[I thought my ship was going to break up, but they're still giving us sweet moments tonight!]
[They argue in the morning and make up in the afternoon, they argue at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed, the old saying is true!]
Zhang Jingxiao looked at the comments under the newly posted pictures and nodded in satisfaction. The girl next to her turned her head and looked over, somewhat shocked: "So you took all these pictures, you're a fan site admin!"
She looked down at the photos, pictures of them holding hands, hugging, and the newly taken one, showing two boys wearing the uniforms of Xiacheng No. 1 Middle School standing at the entrance of a dilapidated alley.
The taller boy was slightly bent over looking at the boy standing in front of him, holding a cake in his hand, smiling. The dim light of the streetlights shone on the two of them, two extremely good-looking people facing each other.
"Amazing pictures! Amazing pictures!" The girl next to her seemed to be about to lean over excitedly.
Zhang Jingxiao patted her shoulder and shook her head and walked forward.
"Wow! So these are all your work, Madam! How did you manage to take so many photos? And so clearly?"
"Keep it low-key," Zhang Jingxiao smiled. "As for how you took them..."
The reason was simple: she sat at the desk directly in front of them, so she naturally had firsthand information. She appeared to be an ordinary student, but in reality, she used all sorts of tricks to get what she wanted to see.
When she revisited the photo, she noticed several extremely incongruous comments under the post.
【Are you crazy? What are you idiots shipping? Can't you see they're just good friends?】
【Exactly, may the world accept heterosexuality.】
Immediately, Zhang Jingxiao's sweet face twisted in anger. Looking at the familiar IDs, she knew these people always commented under her new photos.
The reason was that there were two huge threads at Xia Cheng No. 1 High School about the two main characters: one was for shipping them as a couple, the other for shipping them as friends.
The two posts immediately gained popularity after being published. Initially, everything was fine, but then a poll was held to determine whether it was a CP (couple pairing) or CB (crossover) pairing, and the CP received significantly more votes.
At first, it was just minor friction.
Later, the two groups grew increasingly intolerant of each other, constantly exchanging sarcastic insults in each other's posts, like now, a heated and irreconcilable argument.
[“What business is it of yours what I ship? I'm not shipping you, why are you so anxious?”]
[“Exactly, the two main people haven't said anything and some people are already going crazy.”]
[“How disgusting! The two main people haven't said they're dating and people are just randomly shipping them.”] Sitting in the back, He
Xi
was scrolling through his phone, thinking about how to give away the cat he'd found that morning. After a moment's thought, he opened the campus forum and remembered that Zhang Jingxiao, who sat in front of him, was the second-in-command of the campus forum. He nudged her, "Sister Xiao..."
Before he could finish, she snapped, "Get lost!"
Seeing the distorted expression on her face and the air thick with tension around him, He Xi withdrew his hand. Women's hearts are indeed unfathomable.
He turned around and realized there was no one behind him. He then remembered that the two had argued and probably didn't want to see each other. He sighed; being a person was so difficult. The person
He Xi was referring to who didn't want to see each other was taking a shower.
Of course, they weren't showering together; one was showering with the other.
Song Shi watched as a hand reached into the bathroom from outside, holding a phone with its flashlight shining directly into the shower.
When they returned, it suddenly started raining, and both of them got soaked. But then the dorm's power went out, and they only discovered the circuit breaker had tripped when they got back to their room.
However, the damp clothes were extremely uncomfortable sticking to his body, so Song Shi went to take a shower first. Chen Zhoumu remembered the last time the power
went out and was very worried about Song Shi's condition. He had originally asked to shower together
, but Song Shi strongly refused, so in the end only one of his hands went in.
Actually, he could have just put his phone in the bathroom with the light on, but Chen Zhoumu didn't agree, so this was the current situation.
"Is your hand sore? There's really no need for this." Song Shi turned his head towards the light source while showering the hot water.
"No, I'm fine." Chen Zhoumu turned his head to look at the buildings outside that were starting to light up, the sound of water in the bathroom in his ears, and Song Shi's shadow was faintly visible on the door in the light.
His ears were a little hot, perhaps from the heat inside.
After a while, Song Shi opened the door while drying his hair.
But the person standing at the door didn't move at all, and the slightly hot phone was pressed against Song Shi's face, with the bright light being dazzling.
Song Shi nudged the other person: "I'm done showering."
Chen Zhoumu, who was outside, seemed lost in thought and only snapped out of it when Song Shi touched him: "You showered so quickly, are you clean?"
When Song Shi fully opened the bathroom door, Chen Zhoumu hadn't moved an inch, and the two were quite close.
He sniffed the air: "Song Shi, you smell so good."
Song Shi: "?" What nonsense.
He dried his hair, ignoring the other person, and walked to the table to sit down.
"I'm serious, what did you use to wash it?" But the other person persisted, following Song Shi and sniffing him.
Song Shi impatiently pushed away the approaching head: "Go take a shower."
After Chen Zhoumu went closer, Song Shi lowered his head and sniffed himself. It was clearly just the scent of ordinary shower gel; he didn't smell any other strong fragrance. He suspected the other person's sense of smell was damaged.
The screen in his hand lit up with a message from Tang Ze.
Ze Shao is the most handsome: [Emergency! Emergency!!]
S: [?] [
Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [Old Song, do you still have that photo we took last summer?]
Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [Urgently needed!]
S: [Let me look.]
Song Shi opened the album. There were very few photos in it; he didn't like taking pictures. Most of the photos were screenshots of exam questions, interspersed with a few selfies of Tang Ze.
From a bunch of screenshots, Song Shi found the only photo of the two of them together and sent it to Tang Ze in the chat box.
Ze Shao is the Most Handsome: [Saved my life.]
Song Shi ignored the messages he sent afterward. It was still early. He had just finished two exams today, and Jiang Man and the others wouldn't be coming to evening self-study, so the two of them skipped it.
The warm wind blew in from outside, and he didn't need to blow-dry his hair after washing it; it just air-dried naturally.
Song Shi looked at the cake on the table. It was packaged in a white box, and it wasn't transparent, so he couldn't see what was inside.
The bathroom door opened, and Song Shi looked up warily. This time, Chen Zhoumu was still not wearing a shirt, but at least he was wearing pants. He breathed a sigh of relief.
As soon as Chen Zhoumu opened the door, he saw his classmate sitting obediently at the table, staring at the cake.
It seemed he had made the right choice.
Song Shi watched as his classmate approached, a towel draped around his neck, and a fragrant aroma wafting over. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if it really smelled that good.
"Eat it," Chen Zhoumu said, opening the cake on the table.
A moment later, both of them stared at the words on the cake, stunned. For a moment, no one spoke. The light from their phones illuminated the room, highlighting the delicate strokes of the characters.
【Darling, please forgive me!】
Song Shi frowned at Chen Zhoumu, whose hand trembled slightly: "Let me explain!"
Rewinding to lunchtime, after listening to Tang Ze's explanation, Chen Zhoumu left He Xi behind and went out of the school gate. He took a taxi to an extremely luxurious dessert shop.
The man in the black suit inside brightened up at the sight of the visitor: "Oh, Mr. Chen, why have you come in person?"
"Manager Liu, order me a cake, quick."
Manager Liu grinned: "Sure thing, do you need any text added to it?"
Chen Zhoumu, sitting on the sofa, thought for a moment: "Add it, just do what you think is best."
Manager Liu nodded, but was stopped by Chen Zhoumu as he was about to leave: "Just kidding."
The man was stunned, then realized he needed to "knock" on the text. Manager Liu's smile widened, he gave an "OK" sign, and confidently replied: "Leave it to me."
Manager Liu looked at the design being discussed in the kitchen and nodded in satisfaction. It seemed his young master was in a good mood; no wonder he was in such a hurry. What kind of girl was she? No, he had to share this news with the master and the others first.
He was incredibly excited. After rejecting several finished products, he chose the most straightforward one, and when he handed it to Chen Zhoumu, he solemnly gave him a thumbs-up, his chubby face full of satisfaction.
Chen Zhoumu was utterly bewildered and casually waved goodbye.
Now, Song Shi listened to the other's dry explanation, which only got stranger and stranger, especially the phrase "coaxing." Any normal person would have misinterpreted it, right? Well, he decided not to argue with him this time.
Only when Chen Zhoumu saw that Song Shi's expression had improved did he cheerfully go to cut the cake.
Looking at the cake in his hand, Song Shi speechlessly glanced at the words on it. Coincidentally, the piece Chen Zhoumu had given him had the words "Dear" on it.
He looked up at Chen Zhoumu again, only to see the other looking at him expectantly, eager for him to try this seemingly expensive dessert.
Maybe he was just silly.
Song Shi took a spoonful with his fork and put it in his mouth. The taste was even better than expected; the cream was sweet but not cloying, melting in his mouth—a truly wonderful texture.
Seeing the expression on Song Shi's face, the weight that had been weighing on Chen Zhoumu's chest since noon finally lifted. At least he had managed to appease him.
He picked up another serving, though he wasn't a big fan of sweets, but seeing the other person enjoying it, he couldn't resist trying it himself.
It tasted really good.
His legs were getting sore from standing, and as Chen Zhoumu went to find a stool, he tripped over something and fell to the side. Luckily, the chair wasn't far from the bed.
His upper body landed on the bed, but his waist slammed hard against the edge.
With a loud "thud," the overhead light came on.
The loud noise was accompanied by Chen Zhoumu's muffled groan. Song Shi quickly put down what he was carrying and went to help the fallen man.
Chen Zhoumu, wincing, was helped to sit on the bed: "Ouch..."
Song Shi looked down at his injury: "Luckily it's not serious, just a scrape and some bruising."
"It hurts." He rested his head on Song Shi's shoulder; this time it really hurt.
Song Shi felt a soft tickle on his chin and neck: "Move down, I'll rub it for you later."
After Chen Zhoumu recovered, the two looked at the sheets covered in cake.
Song Shi: "..."
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