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Back in the dormitory, there were only two of us, and Xiong Ping was not there.Zhang Ronghui lay on the bed and read magazines, while Lin Kaikai sat in front of the computer and played games.Yuechen glanced at them, fell on the bed by himself, closed his eyes tiredly, and rubbed them.

"I also have my own life." Xiong Ping's words came to mind, cautious but extremely true.You can see his eyebrows drooping and his face relieved after he said this, which made him feel sad.

I always thought that according to Xiong Ping's temperless Lehe, the two of you get along with each other as you like, you let me parasitize, and I catch lice for you, but Gu Zeyan's shadow set off a tide surging in the dark, Zhao Lanyi's words, it was destruction the last straw.

You say I don’t understand, yes, I don’t understand you, I’ve bullied you for more than a year by protecting you from time to time and treating you better, and I almost forgot that you are also a person with your own ideas, and you don’t need me for many things Give you pointers and teach you how to do it.

But you don't understand me either.

It's not that he doesn't know how others talk about him, he's alone and has no friends, and he speaks sarcasticly to others, so he's just Xiong Ping and gets close.

He also knew how others guessed his relationship with Xiong Ping.The buddies who do everything together, have gone to college too much.It's a pity that Yuechen has the kind of pretty face that can be used by both men and women, mysterious and indifferent, but he is inseparable from a man. Others don't think about homosexuality, and I am really sorry for the IQ of a human being.

But Yuechen knew that things were not like that at all.

He treats Xiong Ping with a pure buddy attitude. If there is a little bit of adultery, can he really encourage him and hope that he will be happy when he chased girls back then?

Xiong Ping has an idol, and he tortured him harder, not because he cared less and was dissatisfied, but because Yue Chen hated Xiong Ping's idol, Gu Zeyan, and that deity.

The man spoke softly to every admirer.However, when he was stalked, he always spoke viciously.

The man was from a good family background, with manners and cultivation.However, he was a person who was abandoned by such a family since he was a child.

That person had a wide range of friends, and everyone was convinced, but he kept drawing distance and got used to tense interpersonal relationships.

That person regards acting as a hobby, and it is the icing on the cake to do whatever he wants, but he regards acting as a necessity in life, and puts on a difficult and lonely skin, just to avoid being pushed and stepped on the soles of his feet.

After wearing it for a long time, he couldn't tell whether he had become this kind of person.Strong, mean, and disgustingly selfish.

People are more deadly than others, the more Xiong Ping gives that person points, the more points he gives himself.Gu Zeyan is a virtuous circle in which he is outstanding so he is popular and thus shines brighter, while he is a vicious circle in which he is looked down upon by others so he has to be tough and has no friends.

Is there really such a perfect person?Maybe, he's a pervert in private.It's not like he hasn't seen an excellent breed of beast that looks different from what it looks like.

However, instead of hating that person and slandering him, it is better to say that you envy him, but you must never admit this kind of envy, because once you admit it, you will lose even your final dignity to him.

Some people don't care about the things they have, but they don't know that these things are something more people can't ask for in their lifetime.

The greatest inequality in life is not that you were born with a golden key and I was born in the mud, and decades later, you stepped into the clouds while I sank into the swamp.The bigger and bigger gap runs through and separates the two lives. It is your triumph and my sad song.

It's not that Yuechen doesn't resent his parents who gave birth to him but didn't raise him well, and it's not that he doesn't hate being described as male and female appearance, but what's the use of complaining?Still have to live hard and have to believe.

Because sometimes, hard work is not to climb the peak, but to not fall into the abyss.

Not compared to you, I try to live the best life I can have.This is Yue Chen's bottom line, but Xiong Ping always happily announces Gu Zeyan's latest developments, repeatedly violating Yue Chen's taboo.

I admit defeat and you still come to interfere with my life!Yuechen was very mad, but these thoughts would never be shared with the brainless fan Xiong Ping, it was his dignity, so he tortured Xiong Ping even harder and took his anger out on him.Anyway, it was the unhappiness he brought.

He actually regarded a person he had never met before as a hurdle in his life, even if he wanted to take a detour, he couldn't avoid it.

Gu Zeyan, you are such a jerk.

Yuechen clenched his fists tightly, and cursed ventingly, more like scolding himself.

At Xinglin Film Academy a few miles away, evening classes are in progress.The amphitheatre, which can accommodate hundreds of people, is full of people. There are many people in elective courses, but there are very few people who listen carefully. The spacious classroom is a little restless due to the large number of people.

On the podium, the teacher was talking happily, and at the back by the window, a young man was wearing a black and gray thin fleece sweater, with his whole head buried in the book, his arms folded, covering his face and neck, revealing some eyebrows and eyes, quietly Quietly, it seemed that he slept extremely soundly.

"Every time I sleep with a book, my nose doesn't collapse." The handsome handsome man next to him complained, but he raised his hand slightly, and closed the curtains, covering up several cars that drove by one after another, back and forth among the sleeping people The bright headlight rays jumping from the corners of the eyes and black hair tips.

Amid the whispers of "Wow, so loving" from behind, Ye Yang covered his eyelids helplessly and rolled his eyes.

Everything was peaceful and beautiful. Suddenly, the young man's lying body trembled, his arms subconsciously stretched out, and he swept to one side. With this shocking movement, with a bang, the pencil case next to him was swept to the ground.The originally sleeping person raised his head like a slow-motion replay, his long and narrow eyes opened, the pupils were as black as black jade, his demeanor was calm and calm, mixed with a trace of haziness and confusion that had not been properly collected after being awakened from sleep.

Leaning over to pick up the pencil case, the young man smiled apologetically, and handed it to the beautiful girl with flushed cheeks next to him.

"Why did you wake up suddenly?" Ye Yang tilted his head.

"I had a nightmare." The voice was low, deep and magnetic, and the young man's manicured fingertips pressed and stroked the frowning brows, and slowly smoothed them out.

"What nightmare?"

"It seems that someone scolded me."

"Haha, Gu Zeyan, you've played too many villains, have you been scolded by the audience in your dream?"

"That's right, there are too many villains, so I have to pick a role next time." The young man bent his lips and smiled. This self-deprecating statement was half-true and half-joking, and his calm eyes were instantly dyed with vivid romance.

After parting with Zhao Lanyi, Xiong Ping went back to the dormitory and stood at the door for a long time before coming in.After changing his shoes and turning on the computer, he didn't even look at Yuechen.

"Why is it so quiet today, Xiong Ping, are you dumb?" Zhang Ronghui flipped through the magazine and glanced at Xiong Ping.Every time this guy enters the door, he howls a few times and feels uncomfortable. Now he looks like he is possessed by someone.

"It's okay." Muttering perfunctorily, Xiong Ping sat down in front of the computer, turned it on, and then clacked and tapped on the keyboard.

It's nothing to blame, Zhang Ronghui has sharp eyes and a careful heart, and when he glanced at Yuechen who was lying on the blanket curled up in a dead body, he knew that they were not right.

Yuechen, you also have today.Zhang Ronghui felt a morbid pleasure in his heart.What kind of airs do you put on, a look of looking down on others, no, there will still be times when you will be poked and hurt your feet.

Yuechen got up suddenly, took his clothes and went to the bathroom, after a while, there was the sound of running water rushing to take a bath.

There was a faint heat in his lower abdomen, Zhang Ronghui cursed inwardly, and plugged in his earphones.

Living in the same dormitory, he has seen Yuechen's body before. Yuechen is very thin, but he is by no means the skinny white chicken that outsiders would recognize based on his appearance. It is a strong and slender frame that has been played basketball for many years. White, those long legs, that slender waist, and the indifferent glance that seems to be seductive, are the most desirable targets for people like him.Pressing such a person under his body, crying, begging for mercy, contracting the spreading diarrhoea, burning the burn marks, just thinking about it makes him ache.

But he knew that Yuechen's face was a little weaker, his personality was not easy to mess with, and his aptitude was not the same as him.Even for Xiong Ping, who was recognized by him, there is mostly an expression of dislike for this and that, coming in and out under the same roof, it is natural to scratch his head and scratch his head.Contemptuous and salivating, Zhang Ronghui could only suppress his own desires, and to that indifferent face, as if self-deceiving, he hated to pretend to be serious.

There are two kinds of beauty in this world, one is noble, it becomes worship, and everyone sighs aloof.A kind of weakness that others can't ask for, in turn blamed as the root of evil.

In fact, it's all the dark side of human nature, bullying the weak and fearing the hard.

"Xiong Ping! Lend me a few hangers, mine is broken." Xiao Xia from the next door opened the door and came in. In the circle of acquaintances, Xiong Ping is well-known as a good guy, so when encountering such trivial matters as cooking and borrowing things, everyone first All he thinks about is him.He also regards this dependence as trust, willingly.After going back and forth, several dormitories nearby treated him like a bear.

"Go to the balcony and get it yourself. The green ones are mine." Xiong Ping replied without turning his head.

Xiaoxia took a look at his interface, she seemed to be browsing the school forum, and thought to herself, it’s not just watching, why are you so serious.

He went to the balcony to get two clothes hangers, and the bathroom door opened with a bang. Unexpectedly, there was someone in the door, so he turned his head in astonishment.

Yue Xihua's face was cold, her whole body was dripping wet, her black hair became darker, and her face became fairer.She just wrapped a bath towel around her lower body, and wiped her hair with the towel in her hand. Her indifferent brows and eyes had just been soaked in water, revealing the lightness and coldness after the rain in the empty mountain, her thin lips were pink, but they curled into an unhappy arc.The well-proportioned thin muscles are attached to the bones, full of explosive power and elasticity, with slippers on their feet, standing there as if frozen, and looking at him.

Fair skin and beautiful, slender waist and long legs, full of hostility, full of... style.

The towel was thrown over his head and face, and the water droplets splashed onto Xiao Xia's face, almost suffocating him to death.

"Dry your nosebleed."

With a tone like saying that the last meal was delicious, Xiao Xia tore off the towel in a panic, turned around and fled trembling.Fuck, is this the true strength of Lihua?He got it today!He's scared, he's got a nosebleed!But Xihua, what did you imply when you threw the towel to me!

The chaotic thoughts spewed out in his heart, causing the escape route to twist until he hit Xiong Ping's chair. Xiong Ping finally turned his head and glanced, "I'm so weak, even holding a hanger and bleeding—" As if realizing something, he moved even more Jumped up and looked inside.

Sure enough, Yuechen stood there, already put on clothes and pants, his hair was still dripping, and his expression was gloomy.

Xiong Ping reflexively shoved Xiao Xia, who had no guts to use a towel to use his fingers to wipe his nosebleed desperately, pushed to the door and kicked the opponent's ass, kicked him out, and then slammed the door shut.

Close the door, wolves.

It wasn't until the end of these mindless actions that his brain reminded him, isn't this an indirect favor?Doesn't this tell Yuechen that he still loves him?

Forget it, anyway, I really am, I love him very much.This kid makes people angry and even more distressing.That small world is the size of a dog's hole, and he is desperately digging into it like a dog, commonly known as a bitch.

Copying down a number on the computer screen, stuffing it into Yuechen's still wet hands, Xiong Ping's eyes wandered and his voice was rough. "Someone replied to the post about your begging for co-renting. This is his number. He said he is a student of Xinglin."