The Daily Life of Being the Campus Idol’s Fake Boyfriend

012. Help me grab my back

Ling Ke had seen several sketches and watercolors in Qi’s Q`Q space earlier. He knew that he had the skills of painting. This kind of stick figure should be a handy one for him.

However, when I saw the stick figure of Qi Feng on the cup, Ling Ke was quite surprised.

Ordinary boys rarely have such childlikeness, or ... girl heart?

Holding a cup and comparing it, Ling can find that the expressions of the two cats are not the same. Yan Feng’s face is satisfied, but he is only awkward.

Ling can not help but smile, a little sweetness in my heart.

Although He Feng is only a roommate, he actually gave birth to an illusion that they are in love.

Ling Ke face a hot, quickly bowed his face to splash cold water, splashing his whimsy.

It may have been awakened by the movement of his wake up, and the outside of his voice soon rang the call of Yan Feng, and there was a trace of exhaustion and hoarseness in the tone. He could hear a sigh.

He brushed the toothbrush halfway, holding the toothbrush in one hand and holding the cup and went straight out: "Hey??"

I saw that Feng Feng had half a body from the upper bunk. He was looking at the direction of the bathroom. When he saw Ling Ke, he went back and buried his head in the pillow. "How come you are so early?"

Ling Ke went back and spit on the mouthwash, only to sing: "You want to sleep and continue to sleep."

There was no sound outside, but Ling could faintly hear the other person screaming uncomfortably.

Hey, why do you feel that Feng Feng just... like being spoiled with yourself?

Ling Ke had a black line, washed his face and went out. Seeing that Feng Feng was still on the bed, he turned over one body in a dozen seconds, and he slept unsteadily. After a while, he yawned and sat up, with a dark color on his eyes, apparently not sleeping well.

"Don't sleep?" Ling Ke just put on a clean dress.

Yan Feng climbed out of bed directly and answered with action.

Ling Ke saw his gloomy expression, silently make up... Is Feng Feng a little angry?

"Ling Ke, come on." Yan Feng just called him in the bathroom.

"……what happened?"

"I have a little itchy on my back. Can you help me catch it?" Yan Feng was facing him, and he was grabbing his neck and back with his hands, but he couldn't grasp the middle part.

He said that he also directly raised his pajamas T裇, revealing a smooth back.

A scene that saw such a "live and fragrant smell" early in the morning, Ling almost squirted three liters of blood.

But as a "straight man", when another straight male roommate has a need, it is normal to help catch a few times.

Ling can be helpless, no fu-ck said.

He meditated for a few times "nothing to look at" and twitched his claws...

When the fingertip touched the other's skin, he burst into a burst of blood.

"It's too light, heavier..." Yan Feng bowed slightly and unknowingly revealed the words of the monks. "Go further above."

"...here?" Ling felt that his willpower was in jeopardy.

"Yes, that's there!" The muscles on the back of Yan Feng twitched slightly, and there was a low and comfortable sigh in the nose. "Well~ force a little..."

Ling Ke: "..............." TM Day is going to die! ! !

After grabbing it for about a dozen times, Yan Feng did not feel comfortable, but it became more and more uncomfortable.

Ling could take a closer look, only to find out that something was wrong - there was a faint rash on the back of Yan Feng, extending from the back neck to the tail.

"You are not allergic, right?" Ling can frown, and the evil thoughts retreated more than half.

Yan Feng turned his head and looked anxious: "Allergies?"

Ling explained: "Well, it is estimated that it is the problem of the mat. I didn't wipe it yesterday. You have a small rash on your back."

Yan Feng scratched his head uncomfortably: "I said, I feel uncomfortable when I wake up."

Ling can quickly stop him: "You don't catch it, I go to the pharmacy to help you ask if there is any anti-allergic ointment."

"I am going with you." Yan Feng put down his clothes and quickly brushed his teeth.

There is a pharmacy near the school. On the way to the road, Yan Feng has to endure the discomfort. Even the usual eyebrows are covered with a layer of frost, as if who owes him five million.

The pharmacy shopping guide is a man of about 30 years old. He listened to Yan Feng and said that he was allergic. He asked him to pick up his clothes and look at himself. Yan Feng only slightly opened his collar and frowned and let the person diagnose it briefly.

Sure enough, it is an allergic symptom. It is recommended to use the usual anti-itch anti-allergic ointment to apply it back. If the situation does not slow down, go to the hospital.

After taking the medicine back to the dormitory, Yan Feng was unwilling to ask Ling Kedao: "Help me."

[System Drop]

Glorious mission: wipe ointment x1

Experience: 50

Damage value: 999

Ling Ke looked awkward.

Well, less than twenty-four hours later, he and Yan Feng have been paying attention to the strange relationship with the concern from the circle of friends, and they have rapidly progressed to the intimate relationship that requires skin contact...

Real God, **** fantasy!

When Feng Feng didn't hesitate, he quickly took off his shirt.

Ling can have an impulsive impulse in an instant.

... Life is like a play, it depends on acting!

He bit his teeth, squeezed a little ointment on his hand, and silently recited the words "He will be reduced to me", and he immediately put on the back of Yan Feng.

This is not quite the same as scratching the back. After all, the main force of grasping the back is the nail, and the contact area is very small, but at least the fingertips of the three fingers are used for the plaster.

The body temperature of Yu Feng was directly transmitted to Ling Ke's cerebral cortex through the skin. His brain roared. If several trains pulled the whistle and whistle in the ear, they made a scream of "stained, dirty, dirty~".

......

After this, Ling can feel that he will get along with Yan Feng in the future, and there is nothing to bear.

At the end of the wipe, the dormitory door rang, and one person carrying a mountaineering bag slammed into it.

Yan Feng and Ling Ke turned their backs to the door and heard the movements and turned their heads.

The man stared at them, his index finger faltered, and his face looked strange: "You guy, what are you doing?"

At this moment, there is a ghost in my heart who wants to die.

Yan Feng reacted very quickly, explaining: "I have allergies on the back, let him help me with the ointment... Are you new?" Speaking straight up, I took the ointment from Lingke and said, "Thank you." "And look at the newcomer standing at the door, said: "I am Feng Feng, he is Ling Ke, a dormitory."

Ling Ke’s brain was still squeaking, and he did not see the people. He listened to Feng Feng’s acceptance for himself. He tapped his head and succumbed to the bathroom.

"My name is Gao Junfei." The other party put down a huge mountaineering bag and handed it to the side. He stepped forward and shook hands with Yan Feng. He tweeted: "Man, what do you grow up with? I have never seen it before." More handsome than you!"

The tone of the other party has an obvious northern accent.

Qi Feng was accustomed to it. Listening to him said that he did not feel unnatural, nor was he humble, but smiled: "You are also very handsome."

Ling can wash his hands and then carefully look at the new roommates in front of him.

Gao Junfei grew up almost as high as Feng Feng, wearing a gray-blue sleeveless vest, and the skin was tanned.

If you say that Feng Feng is a well-maintained son, Gao Junfei is an unconventional wild boy with a sly look in his eyebrows, and his own hands and feet bring a semi-mature masculine taste.

... is to look at the total let Ling can feel a bit familiar.

Gao Junfei looked at him again and smiled at him.

Looking at the two tiger teeth, Ling Ke said: "You are..."

Gao Junfei blinked his eyes and was stupid.

Ling was confused by his innocent look, and he was not sure about it for a while.

After all, the person he met yesterday claimed to be the school's senior, and Qi Qiurui said that this kind of person must be mixed in from outside the school. No matter which one, it is irrelevant to the new life who is completely unfamiliar to the environment.

And yesterday, the man wearing a cap, Ling only looked at him at the checkout, the impression is not too deep.

However, Ling can quickly shine in the mind, recalling the name that the person said when he introduced himself yesterday.

- Gao Junyang? Gao Junfei? Only one word? Not a coincidence?

"Are you the one who was standing near the dormitory yesterday?" Ling still asked.

Gao Junfei can't go on, "haha" smiled: "You are really sharp, and this is all seen."

Ling Ke: "..." Fuck, really!

But Ling Ke is very strange, Gao Junfei a new student, how can I know to go to the dormitory floor hem? "Gao Junyang" student card where did he come from? Will this be a violation of the school rules?

Gao Junfei seems to guess what he is wondering, dragging the stool to sit under the air conditioner, and actively dismissing the question: "Gao Junyang is my brother, I am six years old, he is a graduate of F, I come to him every year on vacation. Living in his dormitory is more familiar than many old students."

Ling can be nervous: "I heard that I was caught and remembered, don't worry?"

Gao Junfei waved his hand: "Do not worry, the current president of the student union is my brother's former school brother. I took my brother's student ID card. They found out that they would not treat me."

Yan Feng stood on the side, a little unclear situation, how suddenly Ling and Gao Junfei met?

Ling can explain it to him briefly, he just knows, and he is also interested in looking at the new roommates in front of him.

Then Ling Ke asked Gao Junfei one of his most concerned questions: "The things you sell, come on the road?"

Gao Junfei raised an eyebrow: "Of course it is right, this is all the goods that authentic Ma Yunjia entered!"

Ling can draw a mouthful of mouth, and there is not an authentic Ma Yunjia?

Yan Feng is very curious about Gao Junfei’s income: “How much can you earn in a day?”

Gao Junfei pulled out a stack of money from the jeans pocket full of holes. He said: "Not much, one year can only catch up with this one, earning a thousand dollars to subsidize the living expenses. This year's market is good. A total of more than 1,600."

Ling knows that this little money Xiaofeng will definitely not look in the eyes, but for Lingke himself is not a question of money, he does not do anything risky.

However, each person's economic situation is different, and his personality is different. Gao Junfei should be a person with strong survival and adaptability, at least more than a big master who is **** by a mat.

Gao Junfei said, and then took a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Ling Ke: "There are all my brothers in the future. Looking at the face of the new roommate, I will charge you the price of the two hot water bottles, but I am doing things for you. I can keep it secret. I have a lot of people yesterday. I guess the average person can't recognize me."

Ling Xiaoxiao said: "You will accept this money."

Since he said that he is "the brother of his own", Ling Ke will not care about the twenty dollars with him. Anyway, he can run the chat and the monk can't run the temple. If the hot water bottle has a problem, it is not too late to find him.

Gao Junfei listened to him, he was not polite, he immediately took back the money and got up and patted him on the shoulder: "Enough buddy, I don't know anything later, even if I ask, I am a big river, Bai Xiaosheng, come here. Come, add a WeChat."

Ling Ke: "Okay."

戚枫: "???"