When Yan Chiyu received the call, he had just put his luggage away. He was the last to arrive, and the other three roommates had already cleaned up the bedding and installed the curtains, the kind that was opaque to the light, and the privacy was very good.

I probably went to the supermarket to buy daily necessities together, and they were not in the dormitory.

Ming Yixiu looked around, realized something, and began to recommend a pillow to Yan Chiyu, ahh I'm very skilled. ”

“……”

The image of a handsome man in a robe and a horse coat that was as gentle as jade in Yan Chiyu's mind had collapsed, but for a moment, he quickly regained his composure, looked at someone who was jumping, and asked, "What do you want?" ”

is so close, isn't Sima Zhao's heart known to everyone.

"What purpose do you have to say it bluntly, don't dangle it in front of me, I said I don't need to make friends."

But whoever has the vision to see, when he hears Yan Chiyu's words, he should have left in disgrace. As a result, Ming Yi Xiu didn't leave, and asked repeatedly with a cheeky face, "Can you really say it directly?" Are you sure? ”

The young man took two steps back, widened the distance between the two, half leaned on the desk, narrowed his eyelashes, and said in a cold voice: "Say." ”

"Senior brother, you are really Yan Chiyu, right? I mean, you're really the one in the Yan family, right? Ming Yixiu poked his head over, and there was a madness in his eyes that had always been gentle and smiling, and his gaze was hot, and the burning intent seemed to engulf Yan Chiyu.

"I do have a purpose."

“……”

"Master Yan, can you sign my name? I've admired you for a long time! ”

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, Yan Chiyu looked at his smiling face and wanted to break the window and jump away.

"I'm not afraid of your jokes, I, I'm your fan. Idol, ask for autographs! The star-chasing expression on Ming Yixiu's face was sincere, even the notebook and pen were carried with him, and he flipped it out, stretched out his hands, and handed it to Yan Chiyu.

Just then, the phone rang.

Yan Chiyu glanced at the screen.

The fingers holding the phone stiffened.

"Idols? Idol? Look at me, I'm ...... Didn't you give me something to say? ”

Yan Chiyu straightened up, swiped his fingertips across the screen, and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

He was even a little scared, afraid that after the mobile phone card that had not been used for a year was recycled, he would change the owner.

"Where are you? …… Don't go away, I'll go find you. ”

"Instigation?" Yan Chiyu's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was restraining something, "Wu Yue......?" ”

The girl's voice was as calm as ever, even a little domineering, "Report the address." ”

Yan Chiyu opened his lips, "Jinghua University, the dormitory building of the Business School." ”

"Wait for me downstairs."

"I ......"

Before the young man could finish speaking, there was a busy sound on the other end of the communication network.

Ming Yixiu waited for two seconds with some interest, "Idol? ”

Yan Chiyu tilted his head and stared at the expectant Ming Yi Xiu,

"I never sign people."

"You're the first."

“？！”

Such a hegemonic speech...... For Mao so Su?!!!

Ming Yixiu hugged the notebook in his arms tightly and was thrown out of the bedroom by Yan Chiyu, and when he turned around, the bedroom door also closed. The boy walked past him and walked briskly towards the staircase.

Wait, the step that the idol took a second ago was, actually, actually wanted to jump off the building???

As a paper figure,

I shouldn't have cried.

But I'm so happy, I'm so happy that I want to cry.

The host is back! The host is back to provoke!

……

……

Ah, hold back.

To be the second little paper figure to hold the master tightly.

Uh-huh.

The first support will be left to the miserable Father Yan.

- "Cuihua's Little Hand Ledger"