King Jack Sue

In the school newsroom, Yang Xue unceremoniously threw a book on the boy who was lying on the table shaking his head and listening to music.

"Fuck!" The boy jumped up: "What are you doing?"

With one hand on her hip, Yang Xue said angrily, "Yang Yu, you wrote that article?"

The boy named Yang Yu didn't realize it: "Which one?"

"It's the article about Hei Yan Ci!" Yang Xue increased her volume.

Yang Yu suddenly realized: "Oh~ you said that article, yes, I wrote it, don't you want to be hot, see, this time, it's not only hot, it's almost bursting hahahahahaha..."

"You're paralyzed!" Yang Xue's face darkened, and she continued to throw a book at her: "Hot spots are fucking equal to black people!"

Yang Yu dodged in a panic, and then said with a hippie smile: "I said sister, don't you still miss her, don't you just get the book for you once, I can do it for you, or turn around and I'll get you ten times for you How about having a crush on me?"

"Knock Lima!" Yang Xue casually picked up a stack of documents on the table and threw them at Yang Yu, who fled through the door in a flash.

"You delete that article for me, and then write a letter of apology publicly, do you hear me?"

Yang Xue's voice came from behind.

Did you hear me?

Of course Yang Yu heard it, but he wanted to pretend he didn't hear it.

Just kidding, I spent so much effort to write the article, you delete it if you say it?I also apologize, isn't it because I want to lose face and lose my hair by stepping on a horse?He also publicly apologized, if Yan Ci knew who I was, wouldn't he kill me?

Yang Yu didn't think about deleting the article to apologize, but had another idea to go and see Yan Ci.

Not to mention that he was originally interested in Yan Ci, just the fact that his sister could never forget it was enough for him.

Time: Wednesdays at 10:10 a.m.

Location: School Library

target: face

Tools: mobile phone, camera, sunglasses, pen

Yang Yu didn't know what the hell was the use of bringing these things with him, but his occupational disease as a reporter from the school's news department made him reluctant to let go of these things. Thinking about it, there was nothing wrong with bringing them, so he would bring them as soon as he gritted his teeth up.

Yang Yu successfully squatted down to Yan Ci in the library, but when he was about to watch around, he found that Yan Ci had left the library.

Fuck?Just come and leave, what the hell?

So Yang Yu began to follow sneakily all the way.

When Yan Ci borrowed a book from the library, he felt a little uncomfortable. There was no other reason, but he felt that there was always someone following him behind him, but every time he turned around, he felt that behind him was normal.

Yan Ci: "..."

I'm hallucinating?

Yan Ci looked up at the ten-story teaching building in front of him, and suddenly had an idea.

Yang Yu felt that he had really taken the wrong medicine, so he wanted to follow Yan Ci. This pervert didn't know why he was going crazy. From the first floor to the tenth floor and then from the tenth floor to the next floor... I have been tossing and tossing three times. If you are on a horse, can't you stop for a while?

Yang Yu gasped while holding on to the railing on the third floor, and couldn't stop complaining about Yan Ci. When he looked up, he saw that Yan Ci didn't climb the stairs anymore, but turned directly to the right.

Alas?The rhythm of doing things? ?

I seem to smell the breath of fierce material.

Yang Yu swallowed, lifted his feet and quietly followed, leaning against the wall and bending forward, then at the moment of turning a corner, he suddenly stretched out a hand and dragged him over with his clothes on.

"Wow—————" Yang Yu was caught off guard for a while, and his mouth was tightly covered by someone. He couldn't help being shocked, and when he realized it, he pushed the person away: "What are you doing!"

Yan Ci raised his eyebrows.

The boy in front of me looked a year or two younger than me, wearing a plaid shirt with short brown hair, a camera around his neck, sunglasses pinned between the buttons of his shirt, and half of a pen hijab exposed in a trousers bag. A pair of eyes are full of treacherous light, which is not a good thing at first sight.

At this time, Yang Yu also saw that it was Yan Ci, and immediately understood that the other party had seen through the fact that he was following him, and was deliberately climbing the stairs to play with him.

Horse rider, toss me and run back and forth three times by yourself, don't you feel tired?

Yang Yu complained viciously in his heart—although he seemed to have missed the point now.

"Who are you?" Yan Ci asked.

Yang Yu came back to his senses in seconds, and then immediately felt a belated guilty conscience.

"Cough...then what..." Yang Yu used his brain quickly, trying to make up nonsense.

"What do you want to do with me?"

"I...here..."

Yan Ci glanced at him from top to bottom: "With a camera, it seems that I want to take pictures. What pictures do you want to save?"

Yang Yu felt a chill in his heart.

"Sunglasses are pinned to your shirt. Wearing them can cover your facial features at critical times. What do you do to cover your face?"

Yang Yu felt another chill in his heart.

Yan Ci took a slow look at his trouser bag: "I have a pen with me, so I can take notes at any time. It seems that you really need to catch timely information."

Yang Yu felt another chill in his heart.

"Stalkers carry so many cumbersome things, don't you know it's easy to expose? Or..."

Yang Yu's heart trembled, and an ominous premonition spread from head to toe.

"Is this an occupational disease?"

Yang Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, and just about to explain, Yan Ci suddenly leaned close to his ear and said, "You are from the school's news department, right?"

Affirmative tone, not question.

In Yang Yu's heart, 1 mud horses galloped by.

I knock? !

Can this be detected? !

I didn't say a damn word!!!

Seeing Yang Yu's dumbfounded face, Yan Ci sneered: "You wrote that article, right?"

Yang Yu's heart was pounding, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface: This is deceiving me, definitely deceiving me.

"I don't need to lie to you, I just need to ask Gu Xuan to check it out for me," Yan Ci said with a half-smile, "You didn't say it yourself, Gu Xuan and I have a pillow relationship, so you just need to brag about it." Pillow breeze is all right, huh?"

Actually using the original words in that article to block himself, and this kind of words, this face is thick enough.

Yang Yu's face turned green.

He raised his eyes to look at Yan Ci, and seeing Yan Ci's half-smile expression like a cat playing with a mouse, he felt uncertain.

This aura is a bit strong...

The expression also makes people unable to tell the truth from the fake...

"I'll give you one last chance. Let me tell you, little boy, who are you, why did you write that article, and what do you want to do with me today."

Yang Yu rolled his eyes, and said to himself that he still called me a primary school boy, that means he didn't know my real situation, and it also showed that those words before were all deceiving me, and as long as I refused to admit it, he would have nothing to do.

"Tsk~ This senior's words are hard to listen to. What is your relationship with Gu Xuan? It's none of my business. Tell me why. I don't want to know? Who am I and why should I tell you? What else have you written? When did you follow you? This road is still not allowed by your family, you are only allowed to go, but not me?" Yang Yu raised his eyebrows, unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt, and then looked at Yan Ci with one hand on his hip, looking like a rascal Sample.

Yan Ci evoked an ambiguous smile: "Yang Yu, a native of Sichuan, was born on April 1998, 4 in Wuhou District, Chengdu City, Sichuan Province. His father Yang Qin is an architect, and his mother Zhao Lian is a self-employed clothing store owner. They all studied locally in Chengdu, and entered K University with a total score of 23 in the college entrance examination a year and a half ago, of which the math was almost perfect and the English failed.”

Yang Yu: "..."

"I like journalists and other literary and ink jobs. After an interview as a freshman, I entered the News Department of K University. I like the minister but hate the deputy minister. Her sister is in the same department as her, named Yang Xue."

Yang Yu: "..."

"A few days ago, I published an article on the school forum, which caused a great uproar. It was titled 'Genius sells fame, but the slutty and comical.' However, the signature is..." News editorial department of K University - a person who did not want to disclose The author of the name, 'Am I right?"

Yang Yu: "..."

He was really scared now.

Yan Ci was not lying to him, he controlled all his information, and wanted to play with him for real.

Yang Yu's face was still calm, but there was a faint cold sweat on his forehead.

Knock... If you can't do it, you will be killed... Yan Ci is... ruthless enough!

"Aren't you going to explain it to me?"

Knowing that arguing is useless, Yang Yu could only grit his teeth: "Yes, you are right, I wrote that article. Is the writing not bad?"

Even so, Yang Yu did not forget to speak hard.

Yan Ci nodded: "Not only is it good, it's almost heavenly."

Yang Yu continued to laugh dryly with a thick face: "That's good, cough... That senior Yan, I have something to do today, see if I can just slip away... eh..."

Yang Yu tried to escape, but was dragged back by Yan Ci, he swayed twice when his center of gravity was unsteady, and hurriedly supported Yan Ci's waist before he quickly stood still.

Then in the next second, his face suddenly turned red.

This... this... this waist...

The temperature rose sharply, and the red color spread rapidly. From the face to the ears to the neck, Yang Yu's whole body was like a boiled shrimp.

Yan Ci: "..."

Yang Yu was short of breath, his eyes were a little blurred, and the hand holding Yan Ci's waist couldn't help shaking.

Yan Ci: "..."

He closed his eyes, as if trying to restrain himself, but the next moment he pinched Yan Ci's waist and rubbed it twice.

Yan Ci: "??!"

"You...your waist..."

"...What happened to my waist?"

Yang Yu opened his eyes, and when he looked up at Yan Ci, tears welled up in his eyes: "Your waist...is great!"

After that, he squeezed two hands.

"……so what?"

Yang Yu wiped away his hot tears carelessly, and said solemnly: "So senior, are you willing to contribute your waist to me for a long time?" After thinking about it, he added: "There is a fee!"

In the next second, Yang Yu was punched directly in the stomach, causing him to scream.

"Then you will pay."