Did that unsightly guy succumb to my uncle today?

Did that unsightly guy succumb to my uncle today?

No, still not today.

Not only did Song Qianlou not give in to Zhou Jun today, he even beat him by a huge advantage.

After a three-pointer was made, the stadium on the right was cheered and crowded.

On the other hand, on the left, Zhou Jun tried his best to dribble the ball past others, but there were only sparse applause.

Song Qianlou turned his head, stared at Zhou Jun for a while, the corners of his mouth turned up, left a contemptuous smile, turned his head and left.

This nasty guy!

Today was supposed to be Zhou Jun's counterattack, and the cheers on the sports field were all his spoils.

But everything was taken away by this brat!

Before Song Qianlou came, all the eyes and screams on the sports field belonged to Zhou Jun.

As a member of the school's hurdling team, Zhou Jun not only has proud long legs, but also has the honor of leading the school's track and field team to win the X Province University Sports Championship for the first time.

Zhou Jun's sunny smile made all the boys want to clap his shoulders and cheer after he finished the sprint, and made all the girls want to hand him towels and mineral water to win him a grateful smile.

I am the king of the playground!

Zhou Jun has absolute confidence in this point.

But Song Qianlou broke into his territory without even saying hello and stole his honor!

Song Qianlou, known for his image of reading quietly in the library in a white shirt, is known as the "Prince of the Library".Since he entered school, the occupancy rate of the library has skyrocketed. Even the seniors who have graduated have to go to the library twice under the banner of alumni to watch the scene of "Song Qianlou reading by the window".

"Just sitting there reading a book is as affectionate as a medieval nobleman reading his lover's handwritten letter by the fireplace."

Zhou Jun once heard a girl in his class say intoxicatedly.

In the past, he only occasionally heard Song Qianlou's name like this.The two were not in the same class, he and Song Qianlou did not interfere with each other, and passed a period of time in their respective fields.

Until Song Qianlou broke into his territory.

He never thought that Song Qianlou from the library would come to the sports field to steal his limelight, and the most hateful thing is that he actually snatched it away!

Zhou Jun was irritated by Song Qianlou's triumphant smile, and he was in a state of preparation for battle.If he was a cat, his tail would stand up and his fur would be blown.

"Hey! Don't think you really won, I let you this time!" Zhou Jun walked to the sink and said to Song Qianlou who was washing his hands with the tap on.

"Oh? You still don't accept the loss? You proposed this challenge yourself. I want steamed buns and soy milk for breakfast tomorrow, and they must be delivered on time!" Song Qianlou turned off the faucet and wiped his hands with a towel while laughing. Then tell him.

Damn, I always feel that this guy's smile is particularly cunning.

But there is no way, it is indeed his idea to have a popularity battle.

A week after Song Qianlou invaded the stadium, Zhou Jun felt that he could not be allowed to continue being so arrogant.He wrote the challenge letter, walked into the library, patted it on Song Qianlou's desk, and left without even looking at him.

The time and place of the meeting was specified in the challenge letter. In the small garden opposite the boys’ dormitory, Song Qianlou smiled and said to him, “Why do you want to launch a challenge that you must lose? But I accept it. Buy each other breakfast for a month."

"No problem!" Zhou Jun readily agreed.

Even if you lose, you have to do your best and fight with dignity!

Zhou Jun never admits defeat, but he also never breaks his word.

So the next day, Zhou Jun came downstairs to Song Qianlou's dormitory with the steamed buns and soy milk.

As soon as the appointed time came, Zhou Jun saw Song Qianlou coming down with a pile of books in a white shirt and short sleeves like a dog.

Before he could complain, he heard Song Qianlou say, "Do you want me to eat while walking? Let's go to the cafeteria."

"Pretentious! Go by yourself!" Just as he turned around to leave, Song Qianlou grabbed his hand and pulled him back forcefully.

Song Qianlou's face was so close that Zhou Jun could see himself in his eyes.

He said in a threatening voice, "Breakfast must be delivered to the stomach."

Zhou Jun pushed him away, why was he talking so close?It made his ears turn red!

"Just go!" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Song Qianlou, he ran towards the cafeteria.

This time Song Qianlou just looked at his back, and followed him slowly, his eyes stayed for a long time between his feet and his waist, and then darted back and forth around his neck.

Before reaching the cafeteria, Song Qianlou was already smiling like a cat who just had a full meal.

After arriving at the cafeteria, Song Qianlou was not afraid of the cold food. After sitting down, he didn't move his hands or chopsticks, but just stared at Zhou Jun.

Zhou Jun, who was so hungry, started to gobble it up long ago. Seeing Song Qianlou's stupid look, he was very puzzled: "Why don't you eat? Are you stupid?"

Song Qianlou stretched out a finger, pointed to his mouth, swipe down, and tapped on his stomach.

"What do you mean? You are disabled and can't be fed?" Zhou Jun was stunned.

Song Qianlou nodded.

"Are you sick? It's not that you don't have long hands. Eat it by yourself, it's cold!"

Song Qianlou put his arms across his chest and said, "That's good. Some people challenged themselves and refused to admit it when they lost. This kind of bad behavior that hurts people's feelings must be spread to the whole world."

"Where am I talking? You said I would deliver breakfast, and I would come to the cafeteria too, and I need to be fed? It's unreasonable!" Fortunately, Zhou Jun had almost eaten, otherwise he would be angry. To be fed up with him.

"Send the Buddha to the west, and send food to the stomach."

Song Qianlou pointed to his stomach awkwardly again, with a determined expression on his face that he wanted to spend with Zhou Jun forever.

"you--!"

Zhou Jun was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

You bastard, okay, then I'll choke you to death!

Zhou Jun picked up three steamed buns with his chopsticks and stuffed them into Song Qianlou's mouth in one go.

Song Qianlou actually enjoyed it very much, he chewed it slowly, and finally ordered some soy milk with his fingers.

"You're crazy!"

Zhou Jun picked up the soy milk and poked the straw into Song Qianlou's mouth, wishing he could poke a hole in his face.

But this guy took it gracefully, drinking soy milk like a god enjoying dew.

Even Zhou Jun was dumbfounded!People's skin can be so thick!

When Zhou Jun came back to his senses, he suddenly felt that the eyes of the people around him were strangely hot.

sky!What did I just do!

He heard the people around him whispering, they must be laughing at him for losing to Song Qianlou, and he wants to be his servant and feed him!

Sensing that some people were staring at them with glowing eyes, Zhou Jun just wanted to get into the hole at the moment.

"I didn't yield to him! He should have yielded to me!"

Zhou Jun wanted to shout this sentence to the people around him, but today he has no face to lose.

He could only say "Let's see!" to Song Qianlou viciously, and then left the cafeteria quickly.

Song Qianlou continued to eat breakfast gracefully as if nothing had happened.

His expression was extremely enjoyable, and he didn't know whether it was because the breakfast was too delicious or for some other reason.

That bastard Song Qianlou!How dare you humiliate me in that way!Unforgivable!

Thinking of what happened this morning, Zhou Jun's running speed became a little faster.

I must take revenge on him!Must let him lose face!Must make him yield!

The burning anger ignited his fuel tank, and he ran down in a lap. The coach patted him on the shoulder and said, "Yes, you have broken your personal record."

The teammates cheered, but at this time Zhou Jun was not in the mood to enjoy the cheers.

His mind was full of Song Qianlou's flat face and countless thoughts of revenge on him.

How do you ruin the image of a library prince?

Rip his white shirt to make him look like a beggar?

Secretly changing the book he was reading, making everyone think that what he was reading with a serious face was actually an indescribable book?

Or... to destroy the quiet atmosphere and let the high-ranking prince make some mortal noises?

Ha ha ha ha!This is good!

Several minutes had passed since the cheers of the teammates had passed, but at this moment Zhou Jun suddenly burst out laughing, and everyone looked at him in amazement.

But Zhou Jun has no time to care about other people's eyes, he is excited for the implementation of the revenge plan tonight!

It's tonight!I'm going to make you submit, then get on your knees and sing Conquer!

After dinner, Song Qianlou came to the library for self-study as usual.

Zhou Jun was waiting for him at the door of the library, holding a bag, like a puppy wagging its tail, waving to him when he saw him.

Song Qianlou was very useful, and walked in three steps in two, and came to Zhou Jun.

"You often study by yourself in the library, I'll give you a cushion."

Seeing Zhou Jun's mischievous smile, Song Qianlou knew that the mat must be fraudulent.He pretended not to know, and happily accepted Zhou Jun's first gift from him.

"Are you studying here too? Let's go in together." Song Qianlou invited.

"I went to the reading area to read."

With the joy of anticipation, Zhou Jun came to the bookshelf next to Song Qianlou's seat, took out a book at random, and quietly observed Song Qianlou from behind the bookshelf.

coming!This guy is going to make a fool of himself!Ha ha ha ha!

Song Qianlou actually attached great importance to the cushion that Zhou Jun gave him, and started playing with the cushion after putting the book away.

He put the mat forward for a while, and retreated it for a while.Pushed to the left, then moved to the right.

Zhou Jun's eyeballs followed the movement of the cushion.

Just let it go!You can put it anywhere!

He cried out anxiously in his heart.

Song Qianlou seemed to be finally satisfied with the arrangement of the cushions, and turned around to sit down.

Ha ha ha ha!The library prince is about to fart loudly and continuously!Everyone, come and see!

Before Song Qianlou took his seat, Zhou Jun was almost about to cheer.

However, the voice Zhou Jun imagined did not appear!The Prince of the Library still looks quiet, elegant and calm. What's going on?

He checked it before he went out, it was a good prank fart mat!He even tried it from different angles in the dormitory. The fart pad can make sounds from all angles. For this reason, he was ridiculed by his roommates, but why is there no movement now?

He couldn't help but took a few steps forward, carefully observing Song Qianlou's sitting posture.

This guy!it turns out? !

Sit straight!

That's right, it's the kind of upright sitting that can be seen in the portraits of the ancients.

Sit with your spine straight, your chin slightly tucked in, and your legs hanging down at a ninety-degree angle.

And Song Qianlou sat upright because he only sat on the edge of the chair!

The point is, it avoids the farting pad perfectly.

"This is what the ancient sages said, 'Using form to lead the spirit, and the form is upright and smooth'. I didn't expect to see the ancient style of 'half a day of reading, half a day of sitting quietly' in today's young people. It is really scary for young people."

Zhou Jun heard a gray-haired professor beside him sigh with emotion.

The eyes of the people around peeking at Song Qianlou seemed to be even more awed.

Zhou Jun was so angry that he flipped through the booklet titled "The Zen of Letting Go" several times, and then he decided that he would never let go, and must vent his anger!

Song Qianlou, you bastard!

The silent cry echoed in Zhou Jun's heart, and he left the library in tears.

Song Qianlou took the cushion away and put it back in the bag.

He took out a note and wrote down the date of the day, carefully put it into the bag, and planned to put the bag and the cushion away as a souvenir.