On the second day of cohabitation, I proposed to break up

I read the paper from beginning to end, and there is nothing that needs to be revised.

Song Xueman knew him well, and every point of view was completely from Dong Yu's point of view.

"Thank you."

Song Xueman propped her chin with one hand, her eyes were ruffian, and she said word by word: "You're welcome, I didn't say I would give it to you for free."

Thinking about it, how could Song Xueman's thesis written in the middle of the night be given to him for free?

Dong Yu nodded seriously, and asked, "How much is it, I'll give it to you."

"I don't want money."

"Then what do you want?"

Second child: "..."

Fourth child: "..."

There was always a sense of foreboding. According to Song Xueman's level of shamelessness, they could predict what this dog would say next.

As expected.

Song Xue bent down with a smile on her face, like a cunning fox, tapped her lips twice with her index finger, and said, "Give me a reward."

Dong Yu shook his head violently, and refused: "No, I want to go back to the dormitory."

As soon as he moved his body, Song Xueman held down his left hand.

Song Xueman reluctantly said, "Then kiss your forehead."

The second child and the two looked at each other, this dog is definitely cheap and good-looking!

Kissing the forehead is much easier than kissing the mouth. Dongyu hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to stay up all night to catch up on the paper, let alone be criticized by the Chinese teacher. He gritted his teeth, stood up and kissed Song Xueman on the forehead.

The lips parted with his skin.

Song Xueman lowered the corners of her lips, her eyes slipped, and she sighed vaguely: "I am very happy to receive your reward."

"..." After all, it was Song Xueman who wrote it to himself without sleeping. Dong Yu felt a little guilty. Anyway, I kissed him anyway. It's not like I haven't kissed him before. Why don't I kiss him again?

Dong Yu was thinking about it, when his hands were suddenly held up, the second child and the fourth child held one of his arms, lifted him from the seat, and said expressionlessly: "It's late at night. "

"Go back to sleep."

"Beware of the beasts."

Song Xueman laughed lowly, and said to Dongyu: "Good night, I will send it to the teacher for you."

"it is good."

Back in the dormitory, Dong Yu stretched, ready to go to bed.

With a lollipop in his mouth, Xu Wenguan asked vaguely, "You don't write papers anymore? Give up on yourself?"

Dong Yu said: "Song Xueman helped me write it."

Xu Wenguan looked as if he had swallowed a fly, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Dongyu, do you feel that Brother Song treats you unusually?"

Dong Yu's ears turned red, he lowered his head, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't know."

Xu Wenguan sighed, "Forget it, you can go to sleep."

"Ah."

"Ah—I can't take it anymore." Lao Liu howled dryly, "How on earth did you get into Xianwen.com? I struggled for half an hour and didn't get in."

Line text network?

Dong Yu looked at Lao Liu suspiciously, turned around and walked behind Lao Liu, and said, "What is Xianwenwang?"

The old six said: "It seems to be a material library, you can ask Xu Wenguan."

Xu Wenguan said in surprise: "You don't even know anything about Wenwen.com?"

"Stop talking nonsense."

"Xianwen.com is a large-scale profit-making material website, which involves many fields and has a wide audience. Moreover, I heard that there is only one person who founded Xianwen.com, which means that all the materials here are organized and created by him alone. !"

"one person?"

"That's right. About four or five years ago, the website was represented by a large enterprise and gradually developed into a profitable material library. Now the author doesn't have to do anything, and the annual profit reaches tens of millions."

"Lie down and make money? It's so comfortable." The sixth child said enviously.

The fifth child shrugged his nose and said, "Brother Six, your company is no worse than his."

Lao Liu rolled his eyes, "That's not my company, there's no comparison."

Dong Yu didn't participate in the discussion. He climbed into bed thoughtfully, thinking: Why does Song Xueman's document have the domain name of Xianwen.com?

At [-]:[-] on Wednesday morning, Qingyin Club called a meeting for freshmen in the exhibition hall.

Dong Yu came early and sat in the front row.He was bored, switched back and forth between several chat software, randomly flipped through the messages sent by several people, and replied a few words.

The other freshmen came one after another. Dong Yu put away his phone, and found out in embarrassment that for some reason, no one had ruled him out before.

Dong Yu was a little flustered, but his face was calm and composed. He turned his head and looked around. Most of the others closed his eyes and did not look at him.

Dong Yu could only bite the bullet and turn his head back, looking at the stage expressionlessly.

"Flying Fish really reported to Qingyin Club, listen to me, right?"

"I really want to ask him for his autograph."

"No, with your courage, you wouldn't dare to sit next to him."

"No, he's different from us, he definitely doesn't like to sit with other people."

There was a suppressed discussion sound behind him, and Dong Yu could hear it clearly.

After a while, several ministers of Qingyin Society sat next to Dongyu.

Dong Yu was extremely nervous staying alone in an unfamiliar environment, and didn't want to talk or talk to others.

The girl next to him looked at him frequently, and asked tentatively, "Flying fish?"

Dong Yu glanced at her and nodded slightly.

A girl walked onto the stage. She had a stern face and a generous demeanor, and her eyes were very intimidating when she glanced at the auditorium.

"She is our president." The girl introduced.

"En." Dong Yu replied flatly.

The president vigorously introduced the status quo of Qingyin club, and Dongyu went in his left ear and out of his right ear.

"I brought everyone here today because of one thing. The lead singer of the team quit the club due to academic problems, so we want to invite a classmate to join the team. The school is very supportive of all the activities of the club. The team will attend charity performances from time to time. If you are interested students can come to the front row to sign first."

Dong Yu was hesitating whether to sign or not, when the girl next to him touched him and said, "Are you interested?"

Dong Yu pondered for a moment and said, "I can't come to the club for training often, and most of the time I will be in the student union, is that okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay! We will try not to disturb you! Are you really willing to be the lead singer of the team?" The girl almost danced.

Dong Yu frowned and looked at her, not knowing what she was excited about, and said, "Yes."

"I thought you would never look down on a small team like ours. This is a surprise."

Dong Yu shook his head and said, "No."

"But many companies wanted to sign you before, but you didn't agree."

"At that time in 'Dongxiange', it was very troublesome to sign contracts with other companies."

"Then you agree to join the team?"

"Hmm..." Dong Yu suddenly remembered something and said, "Let me ask my friend."

"Huh? All right."

Dong Yu said hello, got up and left the exhibition hall.

Outside the door, Dong Yu called Song Xueman.

"Hello, Dongyu?" Song Xueman's voice came over.

Dong Yu went straight to the point: "The team of Qingyin club is short of a lead singer, can I join?"

Song Xueman seemed to laugh lightly, and asked, "Why do you ask me?"

Dong Yu said: "I don't know."

Dong Yu didn't know why he asked Song Xueman, but he just wanted Song Xueman to know about it.

Mingming Dongyu didn't say anything, but Song Xueman seemed very happy.

"It's okay, you don't have to think about the reason, and you never have to."

"Hmm..." Dong Yu lengthened the ending.

Song Xueman said: "Do you want to participate?"

"No particular thought."

"Okay." Song Xueman smiled.

"Dong Yu, you don't need to join the team. Your unique style of music cannot be controlled by others, and it will only cause the opposite effect."

Dong Yu nodded, and immediately realized that Song Xueman couldn't see him, so he let out an "oh".

"Want to go to a charity performance with them?" Song Xueman asked with a smile.

"Well, a little bit."

"where are you now?"

"The entrance of the exhibition hall."

"Okay, wait for me."