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

Towards the end of the term, the school organized several lectures, starting at 07:30 every night and sitting until 09:30.

Dongyu usually leaves quietly through the back door after listening for a while, but Song Xueman is the chairman of the student union and is responsible for maintaining classroom discipline. The school even found a bulletin board to display photos of lectures, so after coming down all night, Song Xueman has been standing there holding the camera. Take pictures in the tunnel.

"Come on!"

Xu Wenguan urged from behind, and Dong Yumao bumped into the corner of the table unexpectedly, making him grin his teeth in pain.

"Crack-"

The sound of taking pictures was heard not far away, and Dong Yu raised his eyes to see that Song Xueman was standing by the door, pointing the camera at himself.

"No shooting!" Dong Yu shouted in a low voice.

After the photo incident, Dong Yu found that Song Xueman had become more aggressive. He used to take pictures while he was asleep or drunk, but now he picked up his mobile phone to take a picture every day, and changed his mobile phone and computer desktop every day without repeating the same.

Song Xueman put down the camera, with a vague smile in the corner of her eyes, she stepped forward and blocked the exit of the seat.

Dong Yu patted his leg and said angrily, "Get out of the way."

Song Xueman pretended nothing happened, picked up the camera and took a picture east and west.

Xu Wenguan and the others dared not speak out, nor did they dare to sit up, so they could only resign themselves to their fate and squat under their seats.

"You're not waiting for me?" Song Xueman's light voice came from above.

"I'll wait for you back in the dormitory."

Song Xueman looked down, stretched out his right hand in front of Dongyu, and said word by word, "Farewell kiss."

Dong Yu: "..."

Xu Wenguan and the others looked terrified, why did Brother Song become more and more flamboyant?

Dong Yu gritted his teeth, bit the back of his hand hard, and finally said, "Get out of the way!"

Song Xueman laughed, "What a temper."

Then he turned sideways to get out of the way, just blocking the sight of others.

After leaving the classroom, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lao Liu looked at Dong Yu as if he had swallowed a fly, "When you were together before, Brother Song was like this?"

Dong Yu didn't know what to say, "What's the same?"

"Ask you for a goodbye kiss or something?"

Dong Yu glanced at him speechlessly, "No, he even asked me if I could even hold hands before."

The sixth child pursed his lips and gave a thumbs up, "I know why you two broke up."

Dong Yu kicked him lightly, "You know what a fart."

After eight o'clock, it was already dark.

A few people walked slowly towards the dormitory, and came across several boys on the side of the road who were yelling. Dong Yu didn't pay attention at first, but when he was about to walk away, he suddenly heard one of them say: "Let's not go? I heard that the president of the student union is not Boyfriend?"

"Hey, do you have a boyfriend who still hangs out with my girlfriend? I saw them having dinner together two days ago."

Dong Yu stopped, and looked over with pity.

"Who's hanging out with your girlfriend?"

The boy said angrily, "Who else is there? The president of the student union."

"May I ask who your girlfriend is?"

"Vice President of the Student Union."

Dong Yu laughed angrily at him, and asked directly: "What did you say you wanted him for?"

The boy was sitting on the slope, but he stood up all of a sudden, approached Dongyu, and said fiercely: "What else can I do? Beg him to let my girlfriend go, don't let my girlfriend handle everything in the club, I haven't had dinner with her for a long time!"

The more the boy talked, the more aggrieved he became, "What kind of person, after finally chasing him, ended up running to the club every three days, and told him not to fall in love!"

"..." Dong Yu was stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere was suddenly extremely awkward. He thought there was going to be a fight.

"Oh, then you go."

The originally tense breath softened.

"What are you guys doing? Don't you know that crowds are not allowed to fight?"

The roar of a middle-aged man came from a distance, and everyone was startled in fright. When they took a closer look, under the dim streetlights, a middle-aged man with a strong body walked over like flying.

"Fuck, Dai Dong? Run!" Xu Wenguan shouted.

Dai Dong is their physical education teacher. He used to be a boxer, and it hurts a lot from beating someone.

Dong Yu said contemptuously: "We didn't fight, what are we afraid of?"

"Are you stupid? There is a lecture in our class!"

Dong Yu came to his senses in a flash, and hurriedly ran behind them towards the dormitory building. The boy and everyone behind him looked bewildered, and ran subconsciously.

The street lights were reflected on the sparkling lake, and a dozen teenagers ran wildly by the bridge, followed by a strong man not far or near.

Dong Yu felt very excited, and looked back while running, but didn't pay attention to the front. Everyone bypassed the street lamp that collapsed a few days ago, only Dong Yu bumped into it unprepared.

"Hmm—" Dong Yu snorted, the broken part of the lamppost scratched Dong Yu's knee, and blood flowed.

However, there were so many people, and Dongyu ran at the end again, no one turned back at all, and didn't know what happened.

"Hey, little thing, I caught you." Dai Dong didn't blush or pant after running for so long, and grabbed Dong Yu's clothes, "Run, why don't you run again?"

Dong Yu gritted his teeth and took a step back. The sharp iron sheet left a wound several inches long on his knee. The severe pain made Dong Yu almost unable to stand, and he slowly squatted down.

"Teacher, my leg hurts."

Under the street lamp, Dong Yu's face was pale, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his lips were black.

Dai Dong turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone to take a picture, and saw that the blood had stained his pants red and was dripping to the ground. Suddenly, his face became serious and he asked, "Can we still go?"

Of course Dong Yu wanted to leave, but it hurt so much to move, he gritted his teeth and shook his head, "It hurts too much."

Dai Dong's face darkened, "Why are you running? Can I eat you?"

Dong Yu smiled awkwardly, "It's nothing, I'm just in a hurry to go to the bathroom."

"..." Dai Dong rolled his eyes at him, "I'll take you to the infirmary."

"Thank you, teacher."

Dai Dong helped him to the infirmary, the doctor looked at him twice, and started to stop the bleeding without saying a word. During this period, Dongyu picked up his phone to look at it in order to divert his attention.

Xu Wenguan had already called several times, and Dongyu called back.

"Hey?"

"Where are you? Why are you running away?"

"Bumped into a light pole."

"Pfft—" Xu Wenguan laughed at him brazenly, "How is it? Are you all right?"

Dong Yu was so angry that he almost hung up the phone, and said impatiently, "It's okay, just make an opening."

"Then you call Brother Song, he just asked you."

"I see."

After hanging up the phone, Dong Yu hesitated again and again, but still called Song Xueman.

"Hey."

Song Xueman was silent for a moment, and asked in a neutral tone, "Where are you?"

"Hmm..." Dong Yu looked around, feeling a little guilty for no reason, "I'm hungry, I'm eating outside."

"Which restaurant?"

"I just finished eating, I'm going back soon—hiss."

The doctor sterilized his wound with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol. The sting was like an ant biting his scalp, and Dong Yu gasped in pain.

Song Xueman's voice suddenly sank: "Dong Yu."

Dong Yu lowered his head dejectedly, and muttered, "I'm fine."

The doctor raised his head and stared at him, and couldn't help but said: "Such a long cut, is it all right? Are you experienced in many battles?"

Dai Dong also said: "Your friend? Tell him to come over. I have something to do first. Tell me the name of the person you fought with tomorrow."

Dong Yu resisted, "There was no fight."

"What are a dozen of you doing there? Dancing?"

Dong Yu bit the bullet and said, "You are wrong, am I the only one?"

"..."

Seeing the figure appearing at the door of the infirmary, Dong Yu's stubborn expression collapsed.

Song Xueman glanced at him with a half-smile, and then said to Dai Dong: "Teacher, can you tell me what happened?"

Dai Dong seemed a little awkward around Song Xueman, making it look like Song Xueman was the teacher.

"They gathered a crowd to fight, and when I saw them, they rushed forward. As a result, he didn't look at the road and bumped his head into a street light pole."

Dong Yu defended, "It's true that we didn't fight, we were just joking around, in case you thought we were running away from the lecture."

Song Xueman squinted at him, then said to Dai Dong: "Thank you teacher for sending him to the infirmary. If you have something to do, go first."

"That's fine, I'll see you again tomorrow."

As soon as Dai Dong left, Song Xueman's smile suddenly subsided.

Dong Yu wanted to liven up the atmosphere, and asked, "Aren't you listening to the lecture?"

Song Xueman pulled a chair and sat down, "Xu Wenguan said that you may have been caught by the teacher. On the way I came, I heard that someone hit a lamppost and was sent to the infirmary by the teacher."

"Oh."

The doctor bandaged his wound. Song Xueman paid the money, thanked the doctor, and helped Dongyu leave the infirmary.

Outside the door, Song Xueman bent down, "Come up."

"Thank you." Dong Yu obediently lay on his back, Song Xueman didn't say a word, and walked back with Dong Yu on his back.

Dong Yu lay on his shoulder, glanced at him quietly, and asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"

"No."

"Impossible." Dong Yu shouted, but Song Xueman didn't pay attention to him at all, and walked forward on his own.

Dong Yu lowered his head and leaned against him, "Song Xueman, my leg hurts so much, don't get angry with me, okay?"

Song Xueman paused, "Who did you learn from?"

"Don't worry about who I learned from, are you still angry now?"

"Well... a little bit."

Dong Yu narrowed his eyes, leaned over to kiss him on the cheek, and then asked, "What about now?"

Song Xueman froze completely, he looked back at Dongyu in a daze, "You..."

Dong Yu snorted proudly, "I am self-taught."

Seeing Song Xueman lowering his head, Dong Yu put his arms around his neck and explained: "A few days ago, Xu Wenguan sent me a document, which contained many fictional stories about the two of us."

Song Xueman gave an "um" and said, "Tell me what you wrote."

"It's nothing, it means that you lock me up in one place, and I have to try my best to please you before I can go outside to play, and I will often be spoiled by you."

Song Xueman was stunned for a moment, with an incredulous expression on her face, "What did you do to me?"

Dong Yu tilted his head, "Jiangjiangniangniang, I don't know what it means, anyway, that's what it says in it. And every time after 'Jiangjiangniangniang', my waist always hurts, and I want you to hug me I'm going to the bathroom."

While talking, Dong Yu felt his cheeks were a little hot, "Fortunately, it's all fake, how could I let you carry me to the bathroom!"

Song Xue burst out laughing, "I don't mind."

"I mind!"