cupid battle

I know how long he has been with that person, but during this period of time, he found words to chat with me hundreds of times, and he never told me that he was attracted to someone, which is simply unreasonable.

Someone knocked on the door politely, and I said, "Go away!"

Xiaobai pushed open the door, his eyes sparkled, and he smiled at me: "Do you want me to get you something? Or go to the cafeteria downstairs for lunch later?"

I looked at him, and he was selected as the most popular for four consecutive years. Of course, Xiaobai is good-looking enough, with red lips and white teeth. He knows that he is beautiful and loves beauty. He wears a silk tie, and his shirt always fits so well. I have heard girls giggling I said "Hey, he is so cute, like sunshine", which aroused goosebumps all over my body.

I call him Xiaobai, the reason for the publicity is that he is a well-intentioned idiot, the real reason is... the first time I saw him, he was only 22 years old, with a toothless smile and a white shirt.

He was obviously several years younger than me, but Fang Huang came to him and reached a secret agreement to pay attention to my situation, as if I were a teenager who set fire to the house when no one was guarding him.I had lunch with him for six years, not including drinking at night and sometimes sleeping with each other, two hours a day, more than [-] hours in six years, practice brings precision, I can be sure that he is watching him in three seconds When he was not guilty, he was guilty.Hold.

I said, "I have a meeting at noon."

He was a little surprised: "Oh, okay, but...you never have a meeting?"

I interrupted him: "I just want to have a meeting today, do you have anything else to do? I'm very busy."

He looked at me, and I wasn't sure if that look was guilt.I waited for him to confess to me and tell me who the thief who stole my friend was, the one between us he always gave in first, turned around and apologized.But he didn't say anything in the end, he patted the door frame, his voice was soft but firm: "Okay, then...see you later."

What friend would decide to ask for marriage without telling his friends?He would rather have a guilty conscience than tell me the truth. If he introduces his sweetheart to me, will I swallow that person alive?

Now I really need a plan.

The trumpet is sounded, and I will call the army.

Half an hour later, Hei Zai and I were eating fried chicken and chips, and I announced: "Xiaobai is in love, I can't let him fall in love."

Hei Zai focused on biting the drumstick.

He is the cleaner of this building, and I've heard people veiled mention that Hei Zai is "mentally retarded".I know what they think, their subtext, "mentally retarded" means "poor mentally retarded".But I don't think so, my communication with Hei Zai is much more effective than my communication with most normal people.

I swallowed a big gulp of Coke, stuffed an extra large Coke into his arms before he choked, and helped him insert the straw: "I know why you don't talk, you're thinking, what can I do? I'm already in Done."

"Really, what did you do?" A deep laughter came from outside the door, Fang Huang was haunted, her voice was lower than most 40-year-old women.

Heizai and I looked at her with four eyes at the same time. She looked around the urinal next to us and said with a half-smile, "Also, are you having lunch in the men's room?"

I'm an idiot for actually thinking the men's room was the only place she wouldn't go in.

Hei Zai looked at her and then at me, and said earnestly, "I... just as you said... put the 'cleaning' sign outside..."

Fang Huang still had a half-smile: "A 'cleaning' sign will only look more suspicious." She crossed her arms: "Now, tell me, what did you do to Xiaobai? He looks disturbed. "

I asked, "On a scale of restlessness from one to ten, what does he look like?"

"Three," she said.

Xiaobai is a smart man, but his level of lying is far lower than other equally smart people.If there are three externally, there are six internally.Basically useless, judging from Xiaobai's performance this morning, he won't confess to me until his guilt index is at least eight.

I said, "I refuse to have lunch with him."

When you want to get something from others, make them feel guilty, guilt is your good partner, especially Xiaobai, an angel on earth, a model of morality.

Fang Huang said meaningfully: "So, you really don't know who Xiao Bai is in love with?"

I said, "I'll soon know, I've got a plan."

As I strode away from her, she said disapprovingly, "I bet you don't even have a name for your grand plan."

I turned around and walked backwards: "Who said there is no? My plan is... called... 'Cupid's Great War'!"

To be honest, I knew the name was stupid as soon as I said it.

But what can I do, I put my chin up and pretend it wasn't stupid at all.

"Cupid fights", what the hell am I thinking?I momentarily put my brain in the urinal and hit the flush button while eating fried chicken?

I kept calm and walked back to the door of the men's room. I saw Fang Huang smiling, sly and gentle. She said a word in a voice so soft that I thought I was hallucinating: "Good luck."

I have just done the first step of "Cupid's Battle".

Shocking the grass and scaring the snake made Xiaobai uneasy, so he took the initiative to confess.

Facts have proved that it is useless, Xiaobai will not take the initiative to tell me, I can only find out by myself.

It's no good to make him feel guilty at this time, I want to lift up all the grass that has been knocked down just now.

I'm going to give Xiao Bai a reasonable excuse not to have lunch with him and to be angry with him.

Fortunately, I already have this excuse.

I know for sure that Xiaobai has done more stupid things than he thinks I know.

I lowered the shade and slept in the office.I was a light sleeper until after get off work, woken up by the footsteps of many people passing by outside the office.

I started counting down, Xiaobai is the ideal employee for any employer, if you need to stay an extra hour or two after get off work, he will stay.Fang Huangsai gave him a network security question-and-answer platform for the public, and he has endless stupid questions to answer every day, such as "Why can the person on the other side of the computer see my face when chatting? Is my computer being remotely controlled?" I'm afraid, I don't dare to be alone at home..." Dear Sir/Madam, it's because you didn't turn off the camera at all!

He has an entire department who can answer these questions and sign his name.But he actually took the time to answer it himself, wasting precious time when he should have gone drinking, playing pool and watching TV with me.What's even more frightening is that he never asked Fang Huang for overtime pay.

I bet he would show up outside my door within half an hour, and sure enough, there was a knock on the door, and I pinched the stopwatch, and it was 23:47 on May [-]th.

I said, "Go away." He knew it meant "Come in."

I lie on a flat chair and look at the ceiling.His steps approached, his breathing restrained, and he put the water glass and medicine on my table.

"You didn't go out all afternoon, you didn't provoke anyone, you didn't make trouble, and the people passing by your office said you pulled down the shade and didn't read my messages. I don't know if you have another migraine, so I brought you water and aspirin."

I said, "Do you think I was in pain yesterday?"

He sighed, opened the seat opposite me, and sat down next to me: "You have to give me a hint."

I can do better. I opened the closed screen and pushed the screen toward him: "From October 21st this year, plus two weeks of annual leave, a total of three weeks and [-] days, you said you would accompany 'Daddy, Mommy' 'Going on vacation in Europe. I did a random search and guess what I found? Your claim is unlikely to be true, of course, unless Mercy's nickname is 'Europe'."

He pressed his forehead: "I lied to you, you hacked me, can we be even, don't continue this topic?"

"There is no door." I sat up and looked at him. After recharging my energy all afternoon, I was ready to quarrel with him: "Don't try to get even. It's great that you can fool me. I applaud you , you've finally grown up; I hacked you, you already knew it. The first thing I said when I promised to be friends with you was 'I hacked you, you look funny'."

He pressed my shoulders to push me down, let me lie flat, and don't get up suddenly to change the blood supply to the brain: "Lin Lang's father has liver failure, and he and I did a living donor liver transplant."

Liver transplantation, the transplant with the lowest matching threshold, can be done basically with the same blood type.I said, "You donated a piece of liver to your ex-girlfriend's father."

He sighed again, and this time he also looked at the ceiling: "Lin Lang and I have never had a relationship before."

The girl loves the boy unrequitedly, and the boy doesn't love the girl. In the end, the boy cuts a piece of liver and gives it to the girl's father.How can there be such a person in the world?I stood up and looked at him: "The price of guilt is really high, isn't it? Next time someone loves you, you can't love back, you have to donate a kidney? Have you ever heard of something called a gift, necklace, earring, bracelet, brooch , Who do you feel guilty about, spend a sum of money for her, girls don't like bloody fresh organs!"

He paused for a while, then suddenly said: "If you need it, I will give it to you."

Now it's all right, I started to have a slight tingling sensation like a pinprick on the left side of my head.He didn't know what the problem was, and I became irritable: "It's impossible for you to donate to me, our blood types are different! Even if you could, I wouldn't ask you to donate. One day, find me a death row prisoner, dig me His liver, do you know that you might die on the operating table?"

All things have pros and cons.It is difficult to match the type of kidney, but once the type is matched, there will be basically no problems with the transplantation.The requirements for liver matching are low, but the risk of transplant surgery is high, blood vessels, bile ducts, I don’t care whether the person who gets his liver is alive or dead, if the person who performs the operation messes up a bit, he, the donor of the liver, will be finished .

That was my deepest fear and I regret it