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Chapter 64 "Horror Movies."

Until returning to the dormitory, Song Boyang was still immersed in inexplicable excitement.

Lying on the bed, he couldn't help but recall Zhou Chiyu's face still expressionless after hearing that he proposed a date, but the tips of his ears turned red quietly.

Then Zhou Chiyu nodded without saying a word.

So cute, Song Boyang thought.

The smirk on his face couldn't be stopped, Song Boyang's eyes seemed to be looking at the ceiling of the dormitory, but in fact his eyes had gradually emptied, and he began to recall the places nearby in A where he could go on a date.

At this moment, the elderly phone at hand began to vibrate again.

【You have a text message from Zhouchiyu】

Zhou Chiyu: [Where are we going tomorrow? 】

Song Boyang grabbed his phone and started typing.

[You will know tomorrow. 】

He deliberately sold off.

On the second day, according to his own habit, Song Boyang stood early on the street outside the campus covered with flat gray tiles and raised yellow blind bricks, ten minutes earlier than the agreed time, and boredly looked at the lush greenery above his head. branches and leaves, or mottled tree shadows on the ground.

Recalling the last time I waited here for Zhou Chiyu, it was already last semester.

Song Boyang was not afraid that he would have to wait for a long time, because he knew that Zhou Chiyu also had the habit of arriving early.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Zhou Chiyu appeared.

His upper body was a loose white sweater with a hood and a hood, and a pair of black sweatpants underneath. He rode a small electric donkey and slowly stopped beside Song Boyang.

The two agreed to go out on a date by riding a battery car, because they were free and could go wherever they wanted.

Every time Zhou Chiyu appeared in clothes that Song Boyang had never seen before, Song Boyang would take a closer look, and this time was no exception.

He seems to like black and white matching very much, Song Boyang thought again.

"Come up."

Zhou Chiyu raised his chin.

"Wait a minute." Song Boyang said.

He didn't immediately jump into the back seat of Zhou Chiyu's battery car, but like a disguise, he took off the outermost school uniform jacket he was wearing, rolled it up and stuffed it into the black schoolbag behind him.

Only then did Zhou Chiyu notice that Song Boyang didn't wear school pants today, and when he returned to school, he probably had to rely on the dazzle of the guard uncle to get through.

"Who still wears a school uniform on a date?" Song Baiyang sighed, "That's so disappointing."

Zhou Chiyu smiled.

Following Song Boyang's arrangement, they came to Zhuhua Square again, where there are many commercial streets.

Song Boyang took Zhou Chiyu to a hot pot restaurant.

"I've eaten here before, and it's delicious." Song Boyang said.

He originally expected that he would order with the menu, but the waiter said that the priority was to scan the code to order. Song Boyang did not have a smartphone, so he had to turn to Zhou Chiyu for help.

So this meal became a paid treat for Zhou Chiyu.

In fact, Song Boyang had already taken out the banknotes from his wallet, and was about to hand them to Zhou Chiyu who was next to him along with the coins, so as to regain the sovereignty over the treat. However, before he stretched out his hand, he felt that the scene was somewhat awkward It's weird, so weird that the two don't look like a couple.

Sure enough, Zhou Chiyu thought so too, he frowned slightly, "I don't want it, I'll take care of this meal."

Song Boyang silently put the money back into his pocket, and sighed silently in his heart. The world has changed, and today is different. The status of banknotes is generally lower than that of electronic money. Then he solemnly declared to Zhou Chiyu that the two paper money in the afternoon Movie tickets must be paid for by yourself.

Two people sit next to each other, choose the meat dishes and vegetarian dishes they want to eat, and then come to the most critical step of choosing the bottom of the pot.

Song Boyang asked: "You don't like spicy food, so let's choose the bottom of the pot with clear soup?"

Another solution was given, "Or the bottom of the tomato pot?"

Zhou Chiyu didn't even think about it, "No tomato pot bottom."

Song Boyang couldn't help being surprised, "Don't you like tomato pot bottom?"

"Hmm." Zhou Chiyu said seriously, "I feel a little sour."

Song Boyang suddenly realized that this person in front of him is an absolute sweetness lover, "Oh, so."

Zhou Chiyu thought for a moment, and then asked, "If you like spicy food, do you think the bottom of the clear soup is tasteless?"

Song Boyang laughed.

"Maybe." He said, "I have a strong taste, and I'm the kind of person who always puts away all the seasoning packets when eating instant noodles."

Zhou Chiyu suggested, "The mandarin ducks are the bottom of the pot."

This time the two reached a consensus.

The waiter brought up the bottom of the pot first, and quickly put the ingredients on a plate, put them on a small black cart, and pushed them to the table.

Song Boyang picked up a few slices of raw beef and threw them into the other side's white pot.

Zhou Chiyu's first reaction was to pick up a few shrimp slips and put them in the bottom of the red pot opposite.

Both of them were busy serving each other's food, and then in mid-air, the four chopsticks hit each other.

Song Boyang occasionally tasted the cooked vegetables and meat in the bottom of the white pot, but Zhou Chiyu always refused to try the food with red pepper oil.

Song Boyang, who doesn't like spicy food, and Zhou Chiyu, who doesn't like spicy food, solved the problem of lunch smoothly and contentedly.

Coming out of the hot pot restaurant, Zhou Chiyu rode a battery car, carrying Song Boyang along the road slowly, and finally stopped at the gate of the destination theater.

The two walked into the cinema.

On the way to the ticket office, Song Boyang caught sight of two familiar figures by accident.

Song Boyang took another look, "Jiang Jun?"

Looking intently at the girl next to Jun Jiang, "Xia Shitao?!"

Xia Shitao came to her senses first, and turned around to say hello to the two of them.

"Are you two... going to the movies together?" Song Boyang asked.

"Ah, yes." Jun Jiang nodded.

He explained briefly, "My dad's school sent several movie tickets to my dad. My dad doesn't like watching movies, so he gave them all to me. The free movie tickets are free, so I asked Xia Shitao and me Let's watch together."

Jiang Jun's father is a teacher in a local junior high school. The school gives benefits to the teachers, and sometimes movie tickets, which can be regarded as taking care of the business of the local movie theater.

Xia Shitao quite agrees with Jiang Jun's behavior, "It's like saying that I went whoring for nothing."

Then her gaze skipped over Song Boyang's face and turned to Zhou Chiyu's body, and then back to Song Boyang's facial features, but what she said was not a question, but a statement, "Yo, you two also went to watch a movie together .”

"Very good." She nodded with a smile.

Song Boyang: ...I always feel that she already knows something in advance.

Looking away at Jiang Jun and Xia Shitao, Song Boyang's gaze fell back to the electronic screen of the self-service ticket vending machine, on which were the titles of many movies scheduled for today.

"I want to watch this horror movie. I heard that it has a good reputation and high ratings!" Song Boyang pointed to one of the movie titles and said. After speaking, he realized that he was too excited and began to ask Zhou Chiyu for opinions. "Can you? Are you afraid?"

Zhou Chiyu froze for a moment, but did not speak.

"If you're afraid, we won't watch it."

Zhou Chiyu looked up at Song Boyang, frowned and said, "Who would be afraid of horror movies?"

"It's just—" In the middle of the sentence, it seemed that Song Boyang caught a hint of disappointment on his face, Zhou Chiyu swallowed the second half of the sentence silently, and said, "If you really want to watch it, let's watch it."

"really?"

"Ah."

"Are you sure?"

"……Um."

Song Boyang happily went to buy a ticket.

According to the instructions on the movie ticket, they came to Hall [-]. Before entering, the service staff gave them two suppressive pills. The cost of the pills had already been included in the movie ticket. If the suppressive pills were intact after the end, they could hand them over to the ticket seller. staff at the office, and the staff will refund the cost of the pills.

It is not expensive, and many people think it is troublesome, and many people will forget it after watching the movie, which makes the movie theater a small profit.

The two found their seats and sat down.

Song Boyang held the popcorn he just bought in his hand and put it between his and Zhou Chiyu's seats, throwing a few into his mouth from time to time.

Film screenings will start soon.

It begins with a dark, depressing opening sequence.

The picture is a heavy black and deep red tones intertwined, the long music is matched with the sudden drumbeat, and the child's cry is vaguely mixed.

The lens flickers on and off, flashes quickly, then distorts.

Song Boyang has read countless films, and he is no stranger to it.

That's it?

He just wanted to lower his voice and complain to Zhou Chiyu next to him—why has the quality of horror movies dropped so much recently, and the good reputation spread on the Internet is not due to capital spending money on marketing?

However, Zhou Chiyu found that Zhou Chiyu had already involuntarily leaned back as much as possible, leaning his body against the back of the chair forcefully, grasping the armrests of the chair with both hands, and frowning.

Song Boyang suddenly felt that horror movies on the big screen had become boring.

So he pretended that he was watching a movie, but secretly observed Zhou Chiyu's expression.

The armrest covered with wine red velvet cloth has already been scratched by Zhou Chiyu's five fingers.

His furrowed eyebrows never relaxed.

Sometimes the picture becomes so exciting that he even closes his eyes.

"That..." Song Boyang asked tentatively, "Are you a little scared?"

"...Who is scared?" Zhou Chiyu snapped back.

It just seemed that the ending trembled a bit, and the tone lacked a bit of confidence.

"Oh." Song Boyang stopped asking.

Ever since he discovered that Zhou Chiyu's state seemed to be a little off, he would secretly glance at him from time to time.

More than ten minutes later, the protagonist broke into a long-abandoned European-style building alone in the film, and she stepped into the gate. After walking a few steps, there was a "bang" sound behind her.

The door was suddenly blown shut by the wind.

The protagonist is frantically looking for the switch of the chandelier in the dark, fumbling around nervously.

Finally turned on the chandelier.

The protagonist breathes a sigh of relief.

Then she found that there were many unknown oil paintings hanging on the wall next to the wooden stairs leading to the second floor. Each oil painting showed the face of the same little girl, with some looking up and some looking down. Angle, there is a left face, there is a right face.

They smiled innocently.

It's just strange that their eyes seem to move, so they look in the direction of the protagonist at the same time.

The screen suddenly went dark.

Seems to be due to a power outage.

There was a rustling sound behind the protagonist, she suddenly looked back, but found nothing.

Immediately after, the little girl's shrill, thin voice sang a nursery rhyme with a strange tone, and the rattle was rattled, and the drumbeats matched the drawn-out notes.

The footsteps are approaching the protagonist, getting louder and louder——

Zhou Chiyu simply closed his eyes.

Song Boyang looked at the content on the movie screen, and there was indeed no disturbance in his heart, but seeing Zhou Chiyu's reaction, he felt itchy again.

He tried to grab Zhou Chiyu's hand, but he didn't expect to only touch the opponent's fingertips, and Zhou Chiyu suddenly retracted his hand.

Then Song Boyang realized later that the movie theater is also a dark environment. In the tense atmosphere created by horror movies, any physical contact may be misunderstood by Zhou Chiyu, which will cause a new wave of panic.

So he had no choice but to lower his voice, but he didn't dare to get too close. He asked Zhou Chiyu, "Shall we stop watching?"

Zhou Chiyu was slightly taken aback.

Song Boyang repeated again, "I won't watch it."

Zhou Chiyu said in a daze, "Why?"

"Because I'm afraid."

Song Boyang spread his palm towards Zhou Chiyu, motioning for him to extend his hand.

After feeling the warmth of the opponent's palm, Song Boyang held Zhou Chiyu's hand tightly, and said in a very low and soft voice, "Let's go."

He pulled Zhou Chiyu and quietly left through the back door of the cinema.

After they came out, the two had a tacit understanding that no one mentioned the horror movie on the big screen again.

"Then what are we going to do now?" Zhou Chiyu asked.

"I don't know." Song Boyang glanced down at his watch, "Anyway, it's still early, and we can still do a lot of things."