The surprise on Fang Juexia's face was slightly retracted, as if the still water gradually recovered after the ripples dissipated.

"No one." He replied simply.

"You are the only one?" Pei Tingsong looked inside, and he felt the cold air from outside. "The moving company is downstairs, and I will move things up later."

Fang Juexia, who was still maintaining the door opening, then let go and let go, "Oh..." Then she thought that the other party had not come up yet, so she moved forward one more step, "Is it too much?"

He wanted to say whether he needed help, but this sentence seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it or say it.

The warm current in the room surged out, and Pei Tingsong took off his hat, "Not much." He glanced at Fang Juexia's snow-white and soft home clothes. He seemed to have guessed Fang Juexia's thoughts, "Get in. If you wear this little, you will freeze you to death."

This is not a good word, but at least he doesn't have to go down. Fang Juexia is quite satisfied.

After a while, the sound of the elevator opening came, and the moving workers quickly moved Pei Tingsong's luggage. Fang Juexia sorted out the living room where his teammates played games yesterday and made room for them.

He held a cup of hot tea and looked against the wall. He moved in a total of five large cartons. He observed their movements of putting down the boxes, and estimated that each was quite heavy.

Fang Juexia couldn't help but become curious when Pei Tingsong took something.

"Thank you for your hard work." Pei Tingsong thanked politely.

Just as he was about to send them away, Fang Juexia suddenly stopped and poured a cup of hot tea for the three uncles. Without saying a word, he handed it to them.

"Thank you, thank you." The three uncles hurriedly took it, blew, and drank it so much that their chests and lungs were warm, leaving with a smile.

The production team that was agreed to have not arrived, and only he and Pei Tingsong were left in the dormitory. The time spent solo together for almost zero in the past two years, which was somewhat embarrassing. He stared at these big boxes, as if these boxes were also staring at him.

"I'll take you to see your room." Fang Juexia seemed to have finally thought of something to say, and walked around him in slippers. When she walked to the door, she remembered that He Ziyan would usually lock the door. She was worried about trying it, but she didn't expect it to open it.

He knew Pei Tingsong was coming?

"I'm living with Brother Zi Yan?" Pei Tingsong stood behind him and entered the room with a cardboard box.

"Yeah." Fang Juexia gave in to him. The room was quite large. As soon as he entered the door, there was a large workbench with several display screens and DI pads on it. Another countertop on the side was an electronic DJ table. It was indeed Zi Yan's room. It was full of sunshine inside, and it was empty against the other end of the window. There was only an unpaved solid wood bed. Pei Tingsong put down the carton and touched the bookshelf in the area with his hand.

"Who do you live with?" he suddenly spoke.

Fang Juexia was stunned for two seconds, "One."

He thought to himself that if Brother Miao was there at this time, he might have taken him around and familiarized himself with the environment. But he just happened to be the only one, so he didn't know what to do, whether to take Pei Tingsong to visit, or help him move things in a silence, or ignore him back to the room.

The last option is too cold, even if Fang Juexia really wants to do this.

Just do it.

Fang Juexia raised her foot and wanted to leave, but Pei Tingsong suddenly spoke.

"I want to see other rooms." He took off his coat and put it on the empty bed, which was a soft-looking gray sweater.

Forget it, it's a group after all.

"Yeah." Fang Juexia turned around and walked out after a sound. Pei Tingsong stared at him. His back was covered with a snow-white plush jacket, and his neck was slender, especially from the back, looking like a lonely little swan. This surprised him. Perhaps he had never seen Fang Juexia at home, with a plain face facing the sky and a soft coat, as if there was less of the coldness that was inaccessible.

"This is the room of Brother Miao and Brother Yuan." Fang Juexia opened the door. The room was much cramped. There was a stack of piano scores on the shelf near the door. There was a guzheng in the window. The captain took the initiative to choose the smallest room, and it was still up and down to bed. However, Lu Yuan also liked to sleep on the upper and lower bunks, and he felt that the upper bunk was high and comfortable.

He didn't know how to introduce it, so he seemed very silent. Pei Tingsong was taken out of the room by him and led to the living room and open kitchen for a walk, and said dryly, "It's probably that."

Who knew that Pei Tingsong leaned against the kitchen librarian desk, "Where is yours?"

Fang Juexia blinked slowly, then turned around as if she had done so, and took him to his room.

I have lived together anyway. I won’t watch it today, but I will watch it tomorrow.

Pei Tingsong found it interesting. He thought he would refuse, but after all, he always refused, but now he agreed so easily to let him break into the private sector. Today, Fang Juexia seems particularly easy to bully.

But the guy in the home clothes just opened the door and didn't go in. He stood outside and politely introduced, "This room."

Pei Tingsong would not miss this opportunity to infringe on his territory. He stepped in without saying a word, which made Fang Juexia lose the initiative and could only follow him.

This room is more distinct than he imagined. The row of wardrobes in the middle separates the two sides, and the area facing the door is filled with all kinds of accessories. The bedding is made of minions, and there is a row of minions on the bed. Ling Yi is a famous minion lover.

Pei Tingsong walked inward, and the area inward seemed to be another pole. It was very empty, and all the furniture was only one-piece log-colored bookshelves desk, two or three light gray low cabinets and a bed. The ink blue bed was stacked into square quilts, which were meticulously clean.

He searched for adjectives in his mind, but found that the most suitable description was actually him.

All of this is very Fang Juexia.

“I have nothing to see in my room.”

He felt Fang Juexia's tone begin to show a slight self-defense. Pei Tingsong couldn't help but curl up the corner of his mouth and walked to the desk. His eyes were attracted by the huge sudoku book on it.

"Do you like Sudoku?"

Fang Juexia walked over, clamped the unfinished page with a pen and closed it, "I'll play with it when I'm bored."

This surprised Pei Tingsong, but when his eyes moved up, something even more unexpected continued to appear.

"Theunity of thetics" he got closer and looked at the books on the bookshelf.

Not only "Uniformity of Mathematics", but also dozens of mathematical textbooks such as "Rymann Surface Lecture Notes", "Functional Analysis", "Morse Theory" and so on.

In fact, Fang Juexia's feeling of cramping has reached its peak, but due to the delay in his emotions, his tone is still calm, "Obviously, I'm learning mathematics."

"Yes, I almost forgot." Pei Tingsong remembered that he had heard Ling Yi and the others joke about it before, saying that he had more homework in college than in high school. He also remembered Fang Juexia's talent in mathematics, although he was just the tip of the iceberg that was occasionally revealed on some unpopular variety shows.

"It's okay." Fang Juexia reached out and tried to pull him away, just like he did last time holding his wrist.

His fingers were long, but they were much softer than Pei Tingsong imagined, warm and gently wrapped around his chilled wrist.

"Go and organize your stuff."

It was obviously a commanding tone, but Pei Tingsong heard it with some request.

In fact, he was very curious about how Fang Juexia would react if he continued to stay here and continue to fight with him. But he could sense Fang Juexia's tolerance was at this point, and even if he was playing, he had to take his time.

Pei Tingsong was not sure whether the coldness and dullness in his body was real or just a false image he pretended to be. Perhaps Fang Juexia is the type of rumor that he could sell his body for opportunities. His desire was too obvious, so he had to cover it up with an abstinence image. If so, then his acting skills would be too proficient. Pei Tingsong was really curious, and even wondered why he hadn't found it so interesting to deal with him in the past.

But Fang Juexia's shell is cold and hard, almost growing on the flesh, so it would be a bit too cruel to peel it raw.

So Pei Tingsong did not continue to entangle and let him pull him out of the room.

When he arrived at the cardboard box, Fang Juexia naturally let go of Pei Tingsong's wrist, rolled up the sleeves of his home clothes, revealing a small piece of white forearm. He helped to move a large one, and found that it was indeed terrible. When he saw Pei Tingsong open the box, he realized that it was full of books.

Pei Tingsong didn't ask him to move it again, but said that he could help him put the book. Fang Juexia took a few books in his hand and asked him how he should put it, alphabetically or by year. Who knew that Pei Tingsong casually said, "Whatever."

Just casually. Fang Juexia recited the word silently in his heart. Then he put the books in his hand one by one. He did not follow the year or the first letter, but based on the color depth.

Pei Tingsong moved all the rest in and unpacked it. His luggage was only four large boxes, only one of his daily necessities, and the rest was all books.

"Didn't you bring clothes?" Fang Juexia stepped on the chair and placed the top row and asked.

"I live not far, let's talk about it." Pei Tingsong sat cross-legged on the ground, lined up the bottom floor.

They just put their books silently, one by one, until they filled the empty bookshelf. Fang Juexia felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment, although the books were not his, nor was the bookshelf.

"What should I do if the rest?" he asked like a child.

Pei Tingsong picked up the last few hard-covered, hard-shelled heads, stepped on the stool and put them on the top of the bookshelf, stacked them in piles. He clapped his hands and said, "Done." He grew up in the United States, and even though he had been studying Chinese, he had returned to China for several years, but his English expressions would appear from time to time.

Fang Juexia stood in front of the bookshelf and looked over. The finished products placed by the two people had a strange sense of layering. One layer had a layer of spine color from light to dark, and the other layer had irregular depths and shallows.

"The First Philosophical Contemplations, The Criticism of Pure Reason, The Ethics, The World as Will and Representation..." He looked at the books on the bookshelf and found that they were all readings outside his knowledge.

It turns out that Pei Tingsong studied philosophy.

He only knew before that Pei Tingsong was studying in the United States, and like a young man who needed to inherit his family property, he studied management, but later he dropped out of school without authorization and applied to another liberal arts college. It seemed that he had a major that his parents did not agree to. He was caught in the hip-hop circle and was simply sent back to his country by his elders.

But why did he come to the entertainment industry and why did he come to such a small company? There are only speculations among the people, because Pei Tingsong is also uncertain and mysterious. Everyone knows that he finally went to P.M. University as an international student, and refused to stay collectively for the reasons for the above school. Anyway, they have few notices, so he usually seems to go to school.

Thinking about it now, their lives really have no intersection, except for work.

"It's almost done."

He saw Pei Tingsong about to move the stool away and wanted to help, but when he lowered his head, he accidentally hit the bookshelf and felt something shaking. Before he could react, he was dragged to the other side by force, and his body was unstable and almost fell down.

A series of sounds hit the floor and turned into several thick books that were spread out.

At this time, the hand that tightly held his arm was released. Fang Juexia turned her head and saw Pei Tingsong covering his right eye with the other hand, and suddenly reacted, "Is it okay? You, have you hit the eye?"

Pei Tingsong kept covering his head, shook his head continuously like a child, and sat on the hard bed board with his head buried.

"I did it, sorry." Fang Juexia's guilt suddenly popped up. He thought that he had just lowered his head and bumped into the bookshelf. Pei Tingsong must have come to pull him up before he was smashed.

"Don't put gilds on your face," Pei Tingsong pushed away his hand, "I want to put the book on it."

After saying that, he muttered in a low voice, "Sorry, I'm sorry every day..."

Fang Juexia didn't listen to him at all, "Let me take a look."

"No." He suddenly became willful.

After a while of grinding, Pei Tingsong thought Fang Juexia was just talking on the surface, but he didn't expect that he was stubborn and terrible, and repeated one sentence again and again, like a robot.

"I'll take a look."

But after all, he was hit by a hero but failed. His self-esteem was a little frustrated, so it became even more awkward when he compromised, "Then you go and get me a bandaid." After that, he emphasized again, "Just Band-Aid, Band-Aid."

But Fang Juexia's ears were blocked when he ran out. When he came back, he carried a whole medical box and placed it on the bed with a clang.

Pei Tingsong looked at the box in front of him and looked at him again.

This is not a little swan, but a dumb-headed goose.

The author has something to say: The next chapter starts live broadcast of the group!

Friends, the character of mine clearance has been written about attacking. Xiao Pei appears as a bad boy. He is only in his teens and is not a mature, steady and perfect man. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wait for the smell of it. You can stop now. Don’t scold the character, don’t scold the character.

They had no intersection for two years because of misunderstandings. Fang Juexia's way was to see Pei Tingsong do not exist, and Pei Tingsong was teasing him. As for why he had misunderstandings? Because Juexia did not mention the unspoken rules, he could only understand it through the outside world. But after he understood Fang Juexia, he realized that he could not do such a thing and apologized frankly.

When Fang Juexia was really threatened, Pei Tingsong immediately ran to settle him because of his teammates. Pei Tingsong was injured, and Fang Juexia also bandaged him as soon as possible.

If it weren't for this opening, why would the two of them be forced to open business and get to know each other? They would have been together long ago if they were together.
Chapter completed!