"This is a card. The military training thing is collected in front of the friendship hall. The dormitory is 403...ah, do you know the friendship hall?" Mo Shanshan, who was responsible for receiving the freshman, couldn't control her mouth. She stared at the boy who lowered her head to fill out the form and couldn't open her eyes: "Do you want me to take you there?"

Ji Qinyang raised his head, his eyebrows were delicate and handsome, and the silver earrings on his left earlobe were very obvious in the sun.

"No need for senior sister." The boy smiled: "I know the way myself."

Mo Shanshan opened her mouth. She was so shocked by the other party's smile that her whole mind was completely blank for a second.

Ji Qinyang filled out the form, and after receiving the dormitory key, he went to the front of the friendship hall alone.

Along the way, new advertisements from club recruitment were continuously handed to him.

After getting the things, Ji Qinyang went to the dormitory. Because he arrived early, he was the only one in the dormitory. When the things were almost finished, someone pushed the door and came in.

"Oh, I've arrived first." The person who came said a Beijing film, and he didn't even wear clothes on his upper body. He greeted happily with his shirtless: "Hello, hello, my surname is Guo, Guo Luo's Concubine Yi, Guo Lin'an."

Ji Qinyang smiled and reached out to shake him: "Ji Qinyang, Ji Xianlin's Ji."

Guo Lin'an hurriedly said, "Okay, we are both descendants of celebrities, fate."

He chose Ji Qinyang's upper bunk in a familiar way, opened his luggage and found a clean T-shirt to put it on, and kept talking: "Little handsome guy, where are you from?"

"Suzhou, Jiangsu." Ji Qinyang locked the cabinet after seeing the things being sorted out.

Guo Lin'an jumped off the upper bunk and said enthusiastically: "Suzhou is a great place, with beautiful people and outstanding people. Are there many beautiful girls?"

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows: "There are many in Beijing, too."

Guo Lin'an gave a thumbs up: "Brother, I'm so good at speaking!"

Ji Qinyang smiled and replied: "You are quite poor too."

Guo Lin'an asked him: "Why don't you have dinner together later?"

"I can't do it today." Ji Qinyang took his wallet and cell phone: "I made an appointment with someone else."

After leaving the school gate, I found Fuxing South Station. Ji Qinyang sent a text message while waiting for the 4th route. He got on the bus and took 13 stops, and walked 270 meters before he arrived at the National People's Congress.

This is also the first day of freshmen's registration. He walked all the way to the campus, and the advertisements for recruitment were stuffed.

"Where are you?" Ji Qinyang held his cell phone and looked around. The boy's height and face were too eye-catching, and many people looked at him from close to far.

"Mingde Square." Xie Meng's other end was a little noisy, as if someone was introducing something beside him. He said, "Wait."

Ji Qinyang listened to the boy's polite rejection: "I can't dance... I can't sing... I'll forget it, I'm really sorry..."

"Business is booming." Ji Qinyang laughed and joked: "Don't move when you are in place, I'll come to find you."

Xie Meng also smiled: "It seems that you don't have anything to say... I'll see you later."

Ji Qinyang turned around and saw Xie Meng walking towards him.

The boy seemed to have just sweated, and his somewhat wet bangs were still pressed on his forehead. Ji Qinyang waited for the other party to come in, and couldn't help but reach out to tease him.

"..." Xie Meng simply copied the bangs and muttered: "It's long...it's going to be cut."

Ji Qinyang: "Go to cut it now?"

Xie Meng thought for a while: "It's OK."

Ji Qinyang smiled and hugged his shoulder without any hesitation.

The two of them were talking and studying the subway in Beijing. Ji Qinyang asked about Xie Meng's dormitory.

"I was alone when I came out." Xie Meng looked carefully at the route on the map: "I arrived early, and I didn't see anyone in the same dormitory." He looked at Ji Qinyang: "Where are you?"

Ji Qinyang: "It's interesting to meet a local, extremely poor."

Xie Meng: "It seems that all Beijingers are quite poor."

"Well, the southerners are too restrained." Ji Qinyang searched for a nearby barber shop with his mobile phone, and took Xie Meng's ID card to buy a subway ticket: "It's good, you can say whatever you want, don't be bored."

Xie Meng nodded, without refuting. He and Ji Qinyang got on the subway together. There were many people in the carriage. The two of them were standing openly together. Ji Qinyang leaned against the carriage and almost hugged Xie Meng in his arms.

When I was about to arrive at the barber shop, Zhang Ganggang called.

"This is my new number!" Zhang Ganggang's voice was full of breath on the other end of the phone: "Hurry up! Write it down!"

"Okay." Xie Meng agreed to save the number, and he asked Ji Qinyang by the way: "Have you given it to your school?"

Ji Qinyang: "I gave it to you, I haven't changed it yet, I'll tell you later."

Zhang Ganggang said in surprise: "Yimei is next to you? Why don't you call me when you go out to play?!"

Xie Meng: "...I'm going to cut my hair."

"Then you have to call me too!" Zhang Ganggang said angrily: "The media is so far away, but there are so many beauties next to you..."

Xie Meng: “…”

He sent coordinates to Zhang Ganggang, and Xie Meng signaled the barber to fix his bangs. Ji Qinyang sat next to him, as if he was trying to get his hair.

"Change a color." Ji Qinyang gestded around his head, and he asked Xie Meng: "What color do you like?"

Xie Meng thought for a long time and said a little distressedly: "It seems that everything is quite suitable..."

Ji Qinyang smiled and said with a good mood: "Then you have to choose one."

The barber standing behind was also happy and suggested: "How about the flax color? The handsome guy has white skin and his hair is naturally fluffy. The flax color must look good."

Ji Qinyang didn't speak, as if he had made up his mind to Xie Meng to decide. The latter was not sure. After reading many pictures, he compared them for a long time before he decided to say, "Then let's just flax color... what about the hairstyle?"

The barber looked in the mirror: "No hair style is available, your friend's face shape is so perfect."

Xie Meng finally picked up Ji Qinyang's forehead, grabbed the front bangs directly upward, with a messy and decadent beauty. After all, even the designer couldn't help but take a camera and take a photo with Ji Qinyang.

"Does the advertising fee count?" Ji Qinyang joked. He patted the broken hair on his clothes, tilted his head to look at Xie Meng: "Is it good?"

Xie Meng sighed: "It looks so good. I regret letting you cut it like this."

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows. He took advantage of the inattention and leaned into Xie Meng's ear and whispered: "Then hide me, I'm very willing."

Xie Meng said "ha" and reached out his hand helplessly to mess up the boy's newly blown hairstyle.

Zhang Ganggang didn't come back to his senses when he saw Ji Qinyang for a long time. He brewed for a long time before finally saying a deep sentence: "It turns out that hairstyle is not the point, but good-looking is the king."

"Your height is Wang Dao." Ji Qinyang bounced his forehead without hesitation.

After dinner, a few people went to the supermarket to purchase, Xie Mumbai and found some daily necessities. When checking out, they saw Ji Qinyang picking lip balm at the counter.

"What do you think of this?" He leaned over and found that the boy also bought hand cream and moisturizing dew.

Ji Qinyang: "I bought it for you, these are essential items. You must not be used to it when you first came."

Xie Meng stared at the lip balm: "You need to apply this too?"

"Yes." Ji Qinyang paid the money, unpacked the packaging and unscrew the lid: "Open your mouth, ah--"

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang painted it on him, and then wiped off the extra corner of the other person's mouth with his fingertips, signaling the boy to pursed his lips.

"..." Xie Meng: "I always feel strange."

Ji Qinyang smiled and said, "Just use it as you get used to it." He helped Xie Meng put away the lip balm and hand cream. After finishing all of it, he found that the boy was still looking at him.

"Why don't you miss it?" Xie Meng asked.

Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows, lifted his shopping bag to cover the two of them, and then quickly lowered his head and kissed each other's lips.

Xie Meng: “…”

Ji Qinyang: "I've painted it."

Zhang Ganggang bought a bunch of snacks and instant noodles quite traditionally. He was not surprised to see the lip balm in Xie Meng's hand: "This, Mr. Han bought it for me."

"Han Dong?" Xie Meng said in confusion: "Have you met?"

Zhang Ganggang curled his lips: "I went to the media to report to him. He was a rich man. He had a car when he first came to Beijing... You don't know that the road is blocked. Tsk tsk, it's really a big city."

Xie Meng: “…”

Zhang Ganggang said proudly: "We will have cars when we go to Beijing in the future. So what, Sanlitun, Zhongguancun, Wudaokou?"

"Don't think about it." Ji Qinyang attacked him: "These places are still blocked. If you really want to drive, don't talk about playing. We can just take a look at the scenery on the roof of the car."

Zhang Ganggang's school was far away, so after dinner, he left first. Ji Qinyang sent Xie Meng back to school, and the two of them walked around the National People's Congress for a while.

"I'll accompany you back to the dormitory." Ji Qinyang grabbed Xie Meng's hand and shook it: "Recognize the way, I'll come to you directly next time."

Xie Meng smiled: "Next time I'll go to Zhongyin to find you."

Ji Qinyang: "Okay, Building 6 is 403, welcome to spend the night."

Xie Meng was speechless: "Then you have to sleep."

Ji Qinyang didn't say anything, he used a small grab, Xie Meng reacted very quickly, and turned around and pushed back. The two of them made more than ten moves, but they couldn't decide the outcome.

"You have made too fast." Xie Meng sighed: "You may not be able to beat you in a while."

Ji Qinyang reached out and pinched the other person's neck: "A famous teacher produces a great disciple."

Xie Meng smiled and shook his head: "The master leads you into the door, and your practice is for one person."

"How can I not work hard?" Ji Qinyang hooked Xie Meng's shoulder, and he kissed the boy's temples in the shallow night: "I am your man."
To be continued...