Today's dinner was too full, and it hasn't been digested yet.
Therefore, Sang Qiao decided not to go to the training room and trade with the takeout guy for 'y' today. After bidding farewell to Zhuang Hui in the corridor, he planned to take the elevator back to the dormitory.
Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy.
Sang Qiao pressed the up button for the elevator.
The elevator doors opened quickly.
Inside stood Fang Yuzhou and another trainee.
Sang Qiao yawned and glanced desolately at the elevator—
The trainee standing with Fang Yuzhou in the elevator seemed somewhat familiar.
If he remembered correctly, he should be the second place in Class A, what was his name again?
Oh right, it's Jiang Tong.
In any case, he was covered in brand names, looking posh from head to toe.
I don't know if it's Sang Qiao's misconception, but he always felt the atmosphere in the elevator was a bit awkward.
Jiang Tong was close to Fang Yuzhou, looking slightly displeased, as if he had just been having a strange conversation with Fang Yuzhou.
Then, the elevator stopped suddenly as the doors opened.
Fang Yuzhou's expression seemed very normal. He spotted Sang Qiao standing outside and said, "Going back to the dorm? Come in quickly."
"Okay."
Sang Qiao stepped into the elevator.
Fang Yuzhou closed the elevator doors and turned to Sang Qiao, "The training room for Class A is on the sixth floor, and Class F is on the first floor. Why did you go to the third floor?"
Sang Qiao's bright eyes turned around twice, "I went to play with someone else, what about you guys?"
Fang Yuzhou replied, "I went to discuss the formation for tomorrow's training with Instructor Xu Hao. Sang Qiao, you need to wake up early tomorrow, do you need me, as the captain, to provide you with wake-up service?"
Sang Qiao coldly rejected, "No need."
Fang Yuzhou covered his chest and looked sad, "Ah, I was being so proactive, but you still rejected me, Qiaoqiao."
Sang Qiao: 00
Sang Qiao's big eyes were filled with confusion.
He thought for a while and said kindly, "Then I can also be proactive. I can wake you up. I'm the earliest to wake up among all the trainees every day."
Fang Yuzhou was stunned, then smiled.
He reached out and patted Sang Qiao's shoulder, paused for a few seconds, as if not feeling enough, gently ruffled Sang Qiao's soft hair, "So impressive, Qiaoqiao."
Sang Qiao tilted his head back, took a step back, and bluntly brushed off Fang Yuzhou's hand, "Two grown men, stop touching each other so much. We're not married, are you petting a cat?"
Fang Yuzhou: "……"
The smile on Fang Yuzhou's lips couldn't be concealed. He coughed several times to disguise it before speaking again, "Since that's the case, when are you moving to Class A's dorm, Qiaoqiao? I'll wait for you to wake me up in the morning. How about moving in today? I'll help you move."
Sang Qiao pointed to the elevator door, "No need. Your floor has arrived."
The elevator opened on the eighth floor.
Fang Yuzhou walked out regretfully, wanting to say something else to Sang Qiao.
As he turned back, Sang Qiao coldly and mercilessly closed the elevator door like an assassin.
Fang Yuzhou: "……"
Jiang Tong followed Fang Yuzhou out of the elevator and also looked back with him.
The elevator doors closed, leaving just a small gap.
It happened to show Sang Qiao inside, tilting his head back and whistling at himself in the mirror on the elevator's ceiling like a fool.
Jiang Tong smirked and uttered with disdain in his voice, "So tacky."
The elevator doors shut.
Fang Yuzhou had already walked ahead, and upon hearing this, he paused, turned around, and glanced at Jiang Tong ambiguously, "Oh, is this how the Jiang family teaches you manners?"
Jiang Tong: "Fang Yuzhou!!"
Fang Yuzhou ignored Jiang Tong and went back to the dormitory on his own.
Although the dormitory of class A and the dormitory of class F are vastly different in area.
But the production team was kind enough to provide each dormitory with a separate bathroom and shower.
Sang Qiao spent five minutes showering, then dashed out of the bathroom in a Peppa Pig bathrobe that matched his pajamas, wrapping himself into a 'zongzi' (rice dumpling) on the bed in less than ten seconds.
Jiang Kai was amazed by this.
Jiang Kai laid out a tender pink yoga mat on the ground and was doing upper limb exercises on it.
Sang Qiao turned over, facing Jiang Kai, and asked sincerely while watching him, "Why do big men do yoga? Are you trying to make yourself into a tender and attractive man?"
Jiang Kai: "..."
Jiang Kai threw a pillow at Sang Qiao, who was still on his bed, "Get lost! Doing this can give you a swan neck, do you know what a swan neck is?"
Sang Qiao got hit by the pillow, and honestly said, "I don't know, but I know about peach-like buttocks."
Jiang Kai: "Why do you know about peach-like buttocks?"
Sang Qiao popped his head out from the bed, "Because a greasy director in his fifties said that about me before."
Jiang Kai: "And then?"
Sang Qiao: "Then I asked him to say it a few more times."
Jiang Kai: "??? And then?"
Sang Qiao: "Then he praised me for being prettier than a woman, having a soft figure, a sweet voice, and said it must feel particularly satisfying to do it with me."
Jiang Kai: "..."
Why does this development feel off?
Jiang Kai: "And then?"
Sang Qiao: "Finally, I couldn't take it anymore! I knocked him out, then sent the recording of his words to his wife. Hehehe."
Jiang Kai: "..."
Jiang Kai was silent for a while, staring blankly at Sang Qiao, "Qiao, I used to always think that someone as good-looking as you, if not famous, it must be because God is unfair."
Sang Qiao: "Huh?"
Jiang Kai sighed deeply, "But now I understand, God is fair after all."
Sang Qiao: "??"
Jiang Kai: "He opened a door for you, but also laid a doomed path outside that door for you."
Sang Qiao: "..."
Poor thing.
Sang Qiao, the little meat dumpling, turned himself to face the wall, clearly very hurt.
Jiang Kai had been doing yoga for an hour and a half, then got up with a thin layer of sweat and took a shower. After that, he took out a makeup bag from his desk and skillfully began to apply various types of products.
Sang Qiao struggled to resist the chill as he crawled out from under the duvet to go to the bathroom.
After drawing water, he saw Jiang Kai still doing his makeup.
Sang Qiao poured himself a cup of hot water.
Before taking a sip,
Jiang Kai approached him, "Qiao, I have always wanted to ask you, what skincare products do you use? Your skin is so good."
Sang Qiao usually didn't use skincare products, and thought for a moment, "Da Bao sod honey?"
Jiang Kai: "Your family is so wealthy, and you use Da Bao?"
Sang Qiao had indicated numerous times that he was poor and truly didn't have money, but Jiang Kai had never believed him.
Helplessly, he took a sip of hot water, "I'm going to sleep."
Jiang Kai finished his extravagant skincare routine and then applied a layer of sleeping mask. He walked over to Sang Qiao and said, "I opened a new bottle of mask today, would you like to try it?"
Sang Qiao was startled and immediately refused, "No, get away! It's sticky!"
Jiang Kai: "..."
Jiang Kai sadly lay back on the bed. It was probably because the training today was too intense, and his body was still in an excited state.
After turning off the light,
Jiang Kai didn't fall asleep for a while, "Qiao, what does your father usually buy for you?"
Sang Qiao, already drifting off to sleep, was nudged awake by Jiang Kai, and rubbed his eyes, "What father?"
Jiang Kai curiously asked, "Your omnipotent dad? Is it that he doesn't let you use skincare products? It seems like children from wealthy families like yours are being strictly controlled."
Sang Qiao: ""
Sang Qiao was confused for a moment before remembering the random nonsense he had spoken to Jiang Kai earlier. Can't deny that.
Chinese culture is truly profound and extensive.
Sang Qiao couldn't help but reply perfunctorily, saying, "Just... give me pocket money, and provide for my food and shelter, and don't bother about anything else."
Jiang Kai, who was well-versed in various romantic and crispy duck novels, could quickly draw a parallel: "Damn, your dad doesn't love you, huh?"
Sang Qiao: "???"
Isn't that obvious!
Jiang Kai seemed to realize the inappropriateness of his previous statement and hastily added, "Well, not really... but generally, parents are very strict with their children. Like my dad, if I do anything wrong, he definitely hits me. Qiao, you must be careful as an offspring of a wealthy family."
Sang Qiao humbly asked, "Be careful of what?"
Jiang Kai turned to him and said, "Be careful that your dad finds a stepmother for you and then fights with you over inheritance. It’s a battle in wealthy families, and you won’t be able to handle it alone."
Sang Qiao: "..."
There’s no need for that because he’s the one finding the stepmother.
Oh come on!
What stepmother!
Sang Qiao felt dizzy from Jiang Kai's conversation.
Before he could comprehend, Jiang Kai lectured, "So, you must quickly secure your father's love, reject the stepmother, and also, now that same-sex marriage is legal, you should also reject the stepfather!"
Sang Qiao: "..."
Sang Qiao, unable to bear it, threw the pillow that Jiang Kai had thrown at him earlier, back at him and said, "Stop blabbering, just go to bed."
Perhaps, he was influenced by Jiang Kai’s constant chatter about Fu Xingzhou before going to sleep.
Sang Qiao had a night of nightmares.
He first dreamt that Sang Qing had returned, married Fu Xingzhou, and he, left penniless, was driven out of the house.
Then, he dreamt that he was picking up trash on the street and encountered a wolf dog, which ultimately carried him back to its den.
Finally, he dreamt of Fu Xingzhou.
In the dream, Fu Xingzhou wasn’t wearing a suit and didn’t have Raven by his side. Instead, he was in a blue and white school uniform, looking quite innocent.
Wearing the school uniform, Fu Xingzhou spoke to him, "Qiao Qiao."
Sang Qiao: "What do you want?"
Fu Xingzhou flashed a particularly gentle smile and held a robust wolf dog, "Can I have you as food?"
Sang Qiao: "???"
Before five-ten in the morning, Sang Qiao was already scared awake.
The author has something to say: Fu Xingzhou: Qiao Bao, can I eat you? Fu Xingzhou: The kind that can be eaten raw_ Sang Xiaoqiao: No! Go away!