What if there are no inhibitors?

Han Lu hesitated to speak, his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, as if he couldn't cope with the scene in front of him.

Forget it, but his dark eyes kept staring at Song Zhiwei.

As if he was the one who embarrassed him, Song Zhiwei said, "Why do you look at me like this?"

"Because you're crying very sad, my deskmate." Han Lu's slow tone was not urgent questioning, nor was there any desire/desire to pry.

Song Zhiwei blinked, and suddenly had the desire to confide: "My mother and I had a fight."

"Yeah." Han Lu found a comfortable position and sat on the ground as well.

"I feel like she won't be satisfied no matter what I do." Song Zhiwei shut up after saying this, if Han Lu dared to say "she is also for your own good".

He decided to ignore him.

He also knew that his mother was doing it for his own good, so nine out of ten times he was silent.But there are times when I can't help it.

His sexual period was really difficult this time, and the sense of panic that his secret would be exposed made him very upset, so he had a fight with Liu Fengxia.

Why does this happen every time? !What is wrong with me? !

"That's what mothers do."

Song Zhiwei raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Han Lu to say such highly resonant words.

His words suddenly opened up, and he said, "The key point is that it's really not my fault."

"They didn't care much about me. They didn't know me well, but judged whether I was a good boy or not based on 'obedience' and 'grades'."

"I have already listened to them, but they have a strong desire to control, and they don't ask me how I feel when making decisions. As for the grades, I can hardly shirk the blame, because it is really not good."

"But why didn't she believe me when I was bullied at school? Why?!"

Song Zhiwei's voice was trembling, and he sounded very sad, with big teardrops dripping down.

Han Lu raised his hand, paused in the air, and finally slid towards Song Zhiwei's shoulder, where he squeezed reassuringly: "Because they are not qualified parents."

Song Zhiwei's lax and inferior eyes gathered together, and asked tremblingly, "Really?"

I have my own problems too.

It was before, and it is now.

In the past, he himself summoned the weak rabbit, and he refused to communicate with his parents.

Now it was his own poor grades, and he didn't tell his parents immediately after he found out that the original body was beaten, so it's no wonder Liu Fengxia was suspicious.

"real."

"But... I didn't confess myself."

"If parents don't dare to confess after their children are bullied, and dare not confess after they have to tell their secrets, it means that the parents have not fulfilled their responsibilities at all. They have failed to make their children believe in themselves."

"Then what if I can't do it myself?"

He loves Ruan Ruan very much, but he has also blamed himself countless times for not being more powerful.

"About grades?"

"It should be." The results can indeed be compared to the level of companion beasts.It's all important, but it's not life-determining either.In their world, there are President Moose and General Mouse.

"Then what they should do is not to scold you and beat you, but to guide you." Han Lu paused, inadvertently with a hint of solemnity: "Have they ever hit you?" Yes, they slapped you.

But the world is not there yet.

Song Zhiwei shook his head, he was extremely shocked, as if he had been hit by a heavy object to the soft part of his heart.

No one ever told him this, his old friends were all rats, cats and stuff.They only have the sympathy between the weak, he will use his fists to cover up his inner insignificance, and he will use his disdain to cover up his care.

At the same time he knew he was not good.

Never has a person at the top of the pyramid like a wolf, a crocodile, etc. said to him, "You are right."

"Thank you."

Song Zhiwei's emotions seemed to be appeased, and the corners of Han Lu's mouth raised upwards.Suddenly, the person in front of him threw himself into his arms like a green onion, clutching the clothes on his chest and crying.

He froze.

He is a natural guy, no matter whether he likes Song Zhiwei or not, there are always waves in his heart when he is touched at such a close distance and smells the boyish youthfulness in him.

But Song Zhiwei was crying without image, and Han Lu's thoughts were suppressed.

"Wherever it is, they're not happy with me."

Han Lu patted his back: "It's not your fault."

"I don't care about them either."

Hearing the obvious angry words, Han Lu controlled himself not to laugh, and said with the same hatred: "Then ignore it, wait for them to come and apologize to you."

"No, my mother still needs to take care of me, and my father is busy with his work. If I don't see you a few times a year, I don't care anymore."

"Well, then I don't want it." Han Lu's voice was flat, he could hear that Song Zhiwei really didn't care, but he could also hear the loneliness that couldn't catch anyone after he didn't care.

This almost made Han Lu, who has very low empathy ability, feel a little distressed.

It's no wonder that Song Zhiwei's family can help him solve the problem of being bullied, but they dare not tell them at all.

No wonder... he is so clingy to himself.

Han Lu laughed, he thought...

It was because he thought too much.

After crying, he felt much better. Song Zhiwei straightened up and found an inconspicuous water stain on Han Lu's chest. He wiped it with his fingertips in embarrassment.

Han Lu froze, his Adam's apple rolled, and stopped Song Zhiwei's movements: "I'll do it myself."

Song Zhiwei's wet eyes from crying immediately smiled flatteringly at Han Lu: "You are really the only good tablemate in the world, why are you so good at the same table."

Song Zhiwei knew that the matter had been exposed after he finished his spiel.

He knew that Han Lu was easy to talk to, whether it was because he was able to pull a boat in his belly as a prime minister, or because he really didn't mind.

After all, this thing will pass like any little thing before.

Han Lu said, "What do you think?"

"Huh?" Song Zhiwei didn't keep up with his thinking.

"Tell me." Han Lu looked from Song Zhiwei's eyes to his mouth, with a half-smile: "Tell me, why am I so nice to you?"

If it was the usual, Song Zhiwei would definitely have pretended to be a fool and passed by, saying "You are a good person." "You are the best."

But this time, because of his animal intuition, he didn't immediately reply to Han Lu's words, but was taken aback in embarrassment.

This caused Han Lu to chuckle softly.

The meaning of this laughter was unclear, and Song Zhiwei's heart beat a drum.

Han Lu stood up, went to his room and began to change clothes. He grabbed the hem with both hands and turned it out. After taking off the t-shirt, he found a shirt from the closet.

The movements of the hands are slow and smooth, and the buttons are fastened one by one.

Thinking of Song Zhiwei being blocked by him and unable to speak, he suddenly smiled in a good mood.

Song Zhiwei is always so heartless, it's time to show him some color.

After changing his clothes, Han Lu asked Song Zhiwei, "Is it okay to eat dry pot at night?"

"Okay."

"Then I'll go out to buy, so you can wait for me at home." He saw that Song Zhiwei's mental state was not good, and his whole body was like a cat that just woke up.

No wonder he was crying so hard just now.

Song Zhiwei really didn't want to walk, he was still in the period of fatigue, walking and crying in the afternoon took all his energy.

"How about we order takeaway."

"It's closer to home, it's faster to buy it yourself."

"Oh, then you go." Song Zhiwei laughed.

Han Lu could understand that his well-behaved and embarrassed smile was sending out a message: If you are in trouble, then you can go alone.

"Yeah." Han Lu didn't say anything, and walked out of the house.

But he didn't go out of the door directly, but knocked on the door of Song Zhiwei's house.