Host, You're Targeted

That night, Xu Qingdu lived in Pol base.

All the facilities in his cubicle have been installed, but Yu Hai said that the newly made wood tasted, so Xu Qingdu was not allowed to live in. He had to open the window of the cubicle, lock the door, and insert his waist to the stunned Xu Qingdu: "since you have come to our pol team 1, then your safety is tied with the honor of our pol. I looked at your height, weight and circumference. I think you are still too thin. You are not a professional athlete! So before the smell of furniture in your room fades away, you sleep with a Ye. His bed is big, and you are brothers

Xu Qingdu watched Yu Hai close the door of the cubicle and stepped back silently.

Yu Hai turned to look at him, patted him heavily on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "from tomorrow on, there will be a special nutritionist to make a menu for you. You young people like to stay in bed in the morning, and song Zhiye is the one who likes to stay in bed most in the whole pol. So after you live with him, I will call you up regularly every morning. A boy of 1.8 meters is only one hundred and one. You are too thin. Your special physical training starts tomorrow. So, now, sleep! "

So, at 9:00 p.m., Xu Qingdu, who had just finished the bath and had not yet dried his hair, was put on Song Zhiye's big bed by Yu Hai, forced to cover the quilt and turn off the light to sleep.

Song Zhiye didn't return to his room until 12 o'clock. The room was as dark as before. He didn't think so much. He rubbed his eyes and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

Xu Qingdu, who had a very shallow sleep, was awakened by the sound of water almost at the moment when song Zhiye opened the shower. He opened his eyes and touched the mobile phone beside the bed and looked at it at 12:05.

Xu Qingdu has a very bad habit, that is, he can't sleep well without staying at home, that is to say, he recognizes the bed. But he has been living in Queen base for the past six years, and has never been home. As time goes by, he is habitually insomnia. His sleep quality has been poor and he has some neurasthenia.

Xu Qingdu put his mobile phone back on the bedside table with his eyes closed and listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom for a while.

It's strange to say that the drunkenness the day before yesterday was the only sleep he had ever had since he was expelled from the house.

It seems that alcohol is a good thing.

The only sound left in the silent night is the sound of water. It sounds like the cheers of crickets in spring after waking up, like the cicadas chirping in a sleepy afternoon in summer, the rustle of fallen leaves falling with the wind in autumn, and the sound of ticking snow in the winter day.

Xu Qingdu fell asleep again in the sound of water.

Song Zhiye was a little sober after taking a bath, but he still didn't remember that Xu Qingdu was already living with him. He dried his hair in the bathroom and wrapped a bath towel around his waist and touched the bed.

There was no light in the room, only the curtain with a gap was leaking in, and a ray of moonlight was shining on the floor.

Song Zhiye yawned vaguely, pulled off the bath towel around his waist, threw it on the sofa, lifted the quilt and climbed into the bed.

How happy it is to sleep in a big soft bed!

Song Zhiye stretched contentedly, turned and touched a soft and cold thing.

Before he woke up, he subconsciously fished it into his arms.

Xu Qingdu, who was awakened again, opened his eyes and faced song Zhiye in the dark.