Senior help me chase him back

Song Xiuyang, who turned his back to him, curled his mouth slightly, and his deep eyes flashed with joy.

Since Cheng Qiao stepped into the dormitory, he has been waiting for this moment.

He withdrew his gaze from the computer screen and turned around slowly, but when he saw Cheng Qiao himself, the psychological construction that he had made before collapsed in the first second, his heart beat faster, and there was a ripple in his heart.

It turned out that he was Cheng Qiao.

The red lips parted slightly, stood up with a smile, and quietly stared at the person in front of him.

"Master!" The middle-aged man standing on his left interrupted his thoughts, and he gave the man a slightly displeased look.

"Uncle Zhong, I have made arrangements here, so you can go back first."

The two middle-aged men glanced at each other, thinking there was nothing wrong, they took their leave and left.

Lu Minghui, who was watching the excitement from a distance, blew a whistle and whispered to Zheng Shaoyun: "The rich second generation!"

Zheng Shaoyun pushed his glasses and nodded in agreement.

Song Xiuyang ignored them and only focused on Cheng Qiao.

"Is this computer yours?" The voice was deep and magnetic.

Cheng Qiao's eyes froze on him, and he had to say that he had been a school grass for so many years, and now he really met an opponent.

No! It should be defeated.

The smooth and fair face reveals a sharp and cool handsomeness; the dark and deep eyes are full of charming colors; the thick eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lips are really like walking out of a painting. .

It's just that his voice is somewhat familiar.

Cheng Qiao tilted her head slightly, her lazy eyes glanced over Song Xiuyang's shoulder, and landed on the computer screen behind him, "Well, yes."

Song Xiuyang's heart suddenly missed half a beat. He pretended to be calm and looked at the boy in front of him.

"You also play "Fantasy Immortal Journey"?"

"Yeah, didn't you see it?" Cheng Qiao paused and asked politely, "Seniors also play?"

For some reason, Song Xiuyang's voice reminded him of that person.

Song Xiuyang smiled softly, maintaining a calm surface, "My sister plays, so she knows something."

"Oh." Cheng Qiao was a little disappointed, "That...you should be there, senior." Cheng Qiao gestured with her hand.

Song Xiuyang looked in the direction Cheng Qiao pointed, of course he knew where he was.

He moved away slowly to get out of the way, and instead of leaving immediately, he stood behind Cheng Qiao and smiled thoughtfully at him.

"Would you like to get acquainted, I'm Song Xiuyang, a third-year student in the clinical department of the medical school."

Cheng Qiao looked at the slender finger in front of him, and was a little dazed. He was really an opponent, and this hand was so beautiful.

"Freshman, Cheng Qiao."

He didn't shake hands so badass, but couldn't wait to sit back in his seat, click on "bad guy" and find the option to open a friend application.

With a dignified expression, he thought for a long time, decided on the end point, and sent it out.

Seeing the prompt "send successfully" on the screen, his hanging heart was slightly put back in his stomach.

The process of waiting for the reply was the most tormented. He casually touched the cup on the table and took a big sip.

The cold liquid washed over his mouth, and he, who was a little anxious, immediately healed up a lot.

A glass was not enough, but when he was about to stand up and pour himself another glass, he bumped into Song Xiuyang's exquisite eyes impartially.

Cheng Qiao subconsciously covered the computer behind her with her body, inexplicably feeling like being caught and raped in bed, what the hell is going on!

"Senior, you haven't left yet?" He walked forward, revealing the computer screen.

Song Xiuyang didn't reply, but just stared at his computer.

Cheng Qiao noticed his gaze and asked, "Is the senior interested?"

"No."

Song Xiuyang glanced past the computer, settled on the cup in Cheng Qiao's hand, moved his lips, pointed to the cup and said, "This cup seems to be mine." His voice was flat and without any emotion/color.

As soon as Cheng Qiao was caught, he quickly lowered his head to check. He was holding a pure white porcelain cup in his hand, and his own blue cup with the basketball logo was lying quietly on the left side of the computer.

He smiled embarrassingly, and hurriedly handed the cup to Song Xiuyang, apologizing awkwardly, "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention."

"You didn't pay attention, I think you don't care about anything except the computer now!" Lu Minghui, a classmate and best friend, was sitting at his computer desk and yelled without hesitation.

Cheng Qiao glared at Lu Minghui bitterly. Seeing that Song Xiuyang had no intention of leaving, she said angrily, "Senior, if you don't like it, how about I accompany you?"

He pointed to the cup in Song Xiuyang's hand, medical students must have cleanliness to some extent.

Song Xiuyang took the cup and looked it over carefully, his eyes fell on the shallow lip mark, which was very shallow and thin, and he didn't seem to notice it.

He smiled softly, that smile was like a spring breeze, Cheng Qiao dared to guarantee that if Song Xiuyang was a girl, he would definitely fall under Song Xiuyang's pomegranate skirt.

Song Xiuyang shifted his gaze back to Cheng Qiao's face weakly and carelessly, and said lightly, "No, I'm not obsessed with cleanliness."

Zheng Shaoyun, who sat by the side without speaking for a long time, looked at Song Xiuyang in disbelief. He recalled the scene he saw when he was making the bed, and couldn't help complaining.

Uncleanliness?Then who used a cup and asked the housekeeper to rinse it ten times without taking a sip?Rich people do play it.

"Cough cough..."

A reminder sound came from the system, pulling Cheng Qiao back.

He nodded slightly to Song Xiuyang, turned around and returned to the computer, and opened the friend application with trembling hands.

for a long time……

It's been a long time...

Seeing the rejected application on the screen, Cheng Qiao closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath, "Very good, I was rejected again." It can be heard that he can suppress his emotions.

How many times is this the first time since yesterday?

"That bad guy?"

Hearing the sound, Lu Minghui approached, and put one hand on Cheng Qiao's shoulder naturally, "Which number did you use to apply?"

Song Xiuyang stared at Lu Minghui's hand and frowned slightly.

Cheng Qiao: "Of course it's my own account."

Lu Minghui: "No way! Could it be that this guy is also a boring/sexy/good? Why do you want to refuse? Why don't you try again?"

"..." The corner of Song Xiuyang's mouth couldn't help twitching, and the hand that wanted to take the phone was put back.

"Okay." Cheng Qiao thought for a long time, and then sent the friend request again.

Soon, he got another reply, and the word "refused" came into view again.

Cheng Qiao's patience was at the limit, and his restless heart forced him to keep calm.

He raised his right hand and touched the earring on the right earlobe. The cool touch on the belly of his finger made him feel a little relieved.

He nodded and lowered his eyebrows, his black eyes were lost in thought. Since he was going to deal with this bad guy yesterday, he has tried no less than ten times, and the result is the same every time.

He shook off Lu Minghui's hand on his shoulder, his eyes were slightly closed, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength, and he leaned weakly on the back chair.

Forget it, that's fine.

"Why don't you try again?" Seeing that his friend's expression was really bad, Lu Minghui could only ask weakly.

"never mind."

After the words fell, a message came from the system, and Cheng Qiao, who was not interested in this matter, just closed his eyes.

Lu Minghui stared at the computer screen in surprise for a long time, and quickly patted Cheng Qiao, motioning him to look at the computer.

"Look, Cheng Qiao, a friend request from a bad guy."

"Stop it! Let me be quiet."

Lu Minghui was a little anxious, "Really, see for yourself!"

Cheng Qiao opened her eyes in disbelief, when she saw the "bad guy" friend request popping up on the screen.

He, stunned, stopped, gone!

"Hurry up! Why are you standing still!"

"Oh." Click through, like a dream.

Song Xiuyang had a panoramic view of the scene in front of him. He stared at Cheng Qiao for a long time and thought about it. His quiet eyes were shining with joy. He put away his phone and prepared to leave.

"This rotten good guy is really a boring/sexy/good-for-nothing!"

Song Xiuyang, who had just taken a step, staggered and almost fell when he heard this.

Zheng Shaoyun hurriedly stepped forward to support her, "Senior Song, are you alright?"

"No." Song Xiuyang hurriedly took a step back to bring the distance between them.

He returned to his computer, looked back at the excited Cheng Qiao and smiled thoughtfully, put down his cup, turned and walked out.

Lu Minghui: "Where is the senior going?"

"Oh, something to go out."

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Drowning Fish: Back?

Bad guy: ?

Cheng Qiao thought for a while and typed a few lines on the keyboard.

Drowning fish: I haven't seen you for more than half a year and changed my name. I really have you. Say! Why didn't I pass you when I added you just now?

Lu Minghui glanced at this conversation with his friend, and was really sweating for him. This young man of his is good at everything, but he is a little single-minded in terms of EQ or relationships, commonly known as lack of heart.

Bad guy: Wait for me for 10 minutes.

Drowning fish: Well, if you dare to run again, you will suffer the consequences!

Lu Minghui: "...I vaguely heard love from the conversation between the two of you."

"roll!"

"Okay, okay." Lu Minghui ran back to his seat while laughing, shaking his head, "Hey! Emotional intelligence is worrying!"

Before he finished speaking, a book rushed towards him. Unfortunately, he was seriously injured.

10 minutes later

Bad guy: in?

Cheng Qiao, who was sitting at the table drinking water, suddenly put down the water glass when she saw the news.

drowning fish: i am

delete.

drowning fish: in

Bad guy: Sorry, it was my younger sister who logged into my account just now.

younger sister?Cheng Qiao didn't care.

Drowning Fish: Oh.

Bad guy: Are you not angry with me anymore?

Drowning Fish: Gas!In order to compensate me, you add an account, my friend, and we will download dungeons together in the future.

Cheng Qiao thought for a while before the computer and added a few words: No rebuttals are allowed.

Bad guy: OK, no.

Cheng Qiao nodded contentedly, and immediately sent out her female number.

In less than a second, his female account "Lolita Loves Handsome Guys" immediately received a friend request.

Seeing the "bad guy" on the request bar, he clicked agree ecstatically.

Bad guy: Added

drowning fish: oh

Bad guy: Don't ask me what I have been doing for the past six months?

Drowning Fish: Give me 5 minutes.

After typing this line, Cheng Qiao immediately hugged Lu Minghui beside him, showing off with a frightened expression, "Brother, how are you doing!"

Lu Minghui immediately gave a thumbs up: "Tall, it's really tall! Another person wouldn't do this!" Isn't this 300 taels of silver here, ha ha... I really don't know if you are stupid or he is stupid.

At this time, Cheng Qiao was silent in his own joy, he didn't want to talk to Lu Minghui at all, "Well, I accept your compliments, and you don't despise me, anyway, I have already succeeded halfway!" There was a burst of wanton laughter.

Zheng Shaoyun approached silently, and patted Lu Minghui on the shoulder, "Lu Minghui, is he alright?"

"It's okay, it's because he was cheated on by others, and it's a bit dull here." Lu Minghui said while pointing to his head.

Zheng Shaoyun stared at Cheng Qiao, who was jumping up and down, excitedly like a child for a long time, "Will he be green?" He shook his head helplessly, "It's a pity for that face."

In order not to make his performance appear too blunt, Cheng Qiao deliberately chatted with the bad guys for a long time. Of course, the scope of the two chats is limited to what you have done in the past six months, what I have done in the past six months, and who knows about your personal situation. Nor is it mentioned.

But even this could make Cheng Qiao happy all day.

In the middle of the afternoon, Song Xiuyang returned to the dormitory again. Cheng Qiao, who had been excited for an hour, still took the trouble to flinch in front of Lu Minghui.

Lu Minghui couldn't bear it anymore, hit him and said: "Okay? I just added your female number, and I don't know what will happen next. Look at your excitement, as if he is going to ask you to open a room soon! What are you doing!"

Song Xiuyang came back from the outside, and after hearing Lu Minghui's words, he slightly tightened his hand on the doorknob.

"Open/room?" He looked at Cheng Qiao, his brows were tightly knit and serious, as if he wanted to know the answer.

Cheng Qiao didn't care because he was in a good mood, "Senior Song is back, don't listen to Minghui's nonsense, he is messing around!"

"I don't know who is messing around!" Lu Minghui was unconvinced and directly told Song Xiuyang about Cheng Qiao's plan.

After Song Xiuyang heard it, he didn't know how to feel. He could only complain for himself secretly in his heart, but on the surface he maintained a calm look. He just limped up to Cheng Qiao and said, "Do you want to pay for it?" I have an identical cup?"

Cheng Qiao: "... Senior, are you joking?"

Song Xiuyang raised his eyebrows, "I seem to be joking?"

The author has something to say: Song Song: I never joke