Rival says he loves me

Chapter 11

Fang Gayao realized that Wu Wei was joking with each other.

It's a little too close.

"Well, quit." Fang Jiayao slowly inserted the cigarette into the cigarette case, halfway through the movement was stopped by Wu Wei, "It's all fucked up, where did you insert it back, this time it's mine." Wu Wei Holding Fang Gayao's wrist with his hands, leaning his head forward slightly, and aligning the cigarette holder, he lit up.

"I'm serious, come to me to earn some tuition fees, the car will pick you up and drop you off, and it won't take up your class time." Wu Wei is short of a teacher at hand. He has a sharp eye and has recommended a lot from himself, but he doesn't even look down on him, " I met a little girl before, but she won't come."

Hearing Wu Wei talking about Xiao Yao, Fang Jiayao was cautious in his heart, and carefully chose his words, "I'm not a professional, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

"I don't want to be a professional." Wu Wei turned to look at him.

"I haven't participated in a competition." Fang Gayao continued to decline. Honor in the circle is the yardstick for evaluating a dancer. Many studios have signed masters, and almost no one is willing to play and develop. It is not worthwhile.

"I don't care about honor." Wu Wei put out the cigarette butt and rubbed it gently in the ashtray.

Fang Gayao didn't quite understand, "You don't want majors or honors?"

Wu Wei nodded, "Well, I just want you."

There was an explosion behind the door of the dance studio.

"It's a stone hammer. If Master Wei is not in love, I will go eat shit." Brother Ku smashed Yaomei who was blowing her nose next to him, "You can pull it down, last time you were naked and lying on Master Wei's bed, you were sent to the hotel with a quilt You should be sober when you are at the front desk, there is no play."

Yaomei twisted Brother Ku's handle hard, brother, "Pull you down too, I have no chance and I fought for it, you fucking like me and you can't say a word, being single is an active skill inherited from your ancestors, right?" ?!"

Everyone watching the historic moment of Wei Ye's smile every thousand years, they all walked away peacefully, so what should they do?

Fang Jiayao couldn't answer these words for a while, because this sentence can be over-interpreted. Under such sensitive identities, it is obviously interesting for comrades to throw out such ambiguous words.

But the expression on Wu Wei's face at this time made people feel that the thoughts just now were really sentimental.

"Think about this matter, it's not for you to reply right away, just let me know when you think about it." Wu Wei put away the cigarette case, leaned on the sofa a little lazily, shrinking in, "Then the words Speaking of which, there are not many people in China who can dance like you."

Wu Wei's words are still talking in circles. In fact, he wants to say that he is one of the few in the world, but there is always a suspicion of being pleasing.

After all, he's not good at it.

Fang Gayao lowered his head and held the water glass, but didn't answer these words.

Now the two fell into a kind of silence again, but neither of them was embarrassed, but enjoyed it.

The rain at the end of summer always catches up with the night, and the raindrops began to "bang bang" on the glass behind the two of them, and the two turned their heads in tacit understanding.

"Together?"

"Ah."

Fang Jiayao remembered that he didn't have an umbrella, so he said, "You go back first, I'll go to a nearby convenience store to buy a new one, there will be more rainy days in the future."

"You don't have an umbrella?" Wu Wei's voice came from the dance practice room, with a muffled nasal tone.

"Ah."

At this moment, Brother Ku squatted on the floor behind the door and picked up a rainbow umbrella and stuffed it into Wu Wei's hand.

Wu Wei glanced at Fang Gayao, tapped his toe on the shoulder of Brother Cool's brand new baseball uniform, and mouthed with his head, "Get lost."

Then he came out holding a long transparent umbrella and went out.

Brother Ku feels wronged: "Why is QAQ giving you an umbrella?"

Yaomei laughed at him: "Oh melon skin, you are such a big-headed man, I will give you a hundred times more years, and my sister will still chase after pots and shovels!"

Wu Wei helped to open the door, "No, I have a lot, I'll take you back."

Fang Gayao didn't want to owe favors, and besides, it was just about an umbrella, and he wanted to talk again, but he had already been taken away.

The raindrops were heavy and dense, and the students who were caught off guard by the rain ran from the studio to the school gate. Compared to them, Fang Jiayao thought that Wu Wei was much calmer.

The space inside the umbrella was limited, and it was a bit crowded when the two stood side by side. Fang Gayao could feel that the other party gave up a space on his chest.

Wu Wei was a little taller than himself, so he kept this posture all the way.

Losing the usual 50 cm, Fang Gayao felt a little short of breath, and endured until downstairs in the dormitory before exhaling the breath he had been holding back.

"Cold?" Wu Wei closed his umbrella, lowered his head and moved closer to Fang Gayao.

"No." Fang Gayao replied quickly.

Wu Wei leaned closer to see Fang Gayao's slightly red ear, with a flesh|hole, which hadn't closed yet.

The two went upstairs and turned on the light, only then did Fang Gayao realize that half of Wu Wei's shoulder was soaked.

He was wearing a light-colored shirt, and the flesh-colored skin would show through when wet with water. Fang Gayao moved his eyes slightly. This kind of sexual instinct was very strange. He obviously had no sexual needs, but the impact of the picture still made his back shudder. hot.

He threw a towel to Wu Wei, "You take a shower first."

Fang Gayao usually doesn't like to play games, now he picked up his mobile phone, squatted on the snow-white plastic chair, lowered his head, started looking for games, made some noise, and felt a little better.

Wu Wei acquiesced, threw his shorts and top into the clothes rack, and he got in.

Fang Jiayao raised his head when someone entered, stared at the basket of clothes and knocked on the screen.

Fang Gayao used the other party's 10 minutes of bath time to help Wu Wei wash his clothes.

He doesn't want to owe anyone.

Fang Gayao still bought cigarettes on the way to the studio, and now he is lying on the balcony and looking across, the humid night wind mixed with water vapor falls on other scattered fireworks, making a slight "zila" sound.

"Kind of enjoying it." Wu Wei came out wiping his hair, shirtless.

Fang Gayao deliberately didn't turn his head, and stared straight at the male dormitory opposite.

Fang Gayao intended to let Wu Wei enter the house, but the other party stood beside him and did not move.

Then he said the second sentence of the day that made him unable to continue.

"They look better than me?"

The author has something to say: very good, Wu Wei is very self-conscious.