School bully, your character is broken

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Tan Han returned to his uncle's house.After my aunt opened the door, she saw him, and said in a strange way: "You still know how to come back, look at your watch, do you recognize the time? Go to a classmate's house, don't tell me you won't go home at night, and..."

Tan Han looked at Han Ling who was going down the stairs, and put back the "you can manage it" that he almost blurted out. Besides, he was in a good mood today and didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

He had conflicts with his aunt, which would make things difficult for his uncle and Han Ling.Moreover, I am considered an outsider in this family, disturbing the life of Han Lan's family to a certain extent.

So as long as my uncle is not at home, he will try not to stay here during the holidays.

The aunt was still chattering, Han Ling couldn't stand it anymore, and called out: "Mom."

Then my aunt stopped talking.

Just as Tan Han was about to open the door, Han Ling grabbed him from the side: "Brother, come here and give me a lecture."

"Okay, wait for a while." Tan Han went into the room to charge his phone, and sent a message to Jiang Yao: "Nine o'clock in the evening, the boss will refresh, see you in the game!"

Jiang Yao: "School tomorrow, can you get up?"

Tan Han glanced at Han Ling who was at the door, and replied: "I have my brother, let him call me when the time comes."

Jiang Yao: "Okay."

Tan Han turned off the screen and walked to Han Ling's room: "The homework is done, the top ten in the grade?"

Han Ling: "You just hold on to these four words, right?"

Tan Han found a chair and sat down, and began to cross his legs: "Didn't I remind you all the time, you are going to test the top ten men in the grade, what questions? Bring it here."

After receiving Han Ling's homework, Tan Han casually flipped through it: "Let me tell you, Han Ling, if I was half as serious as you, my Chinese scores would not have plummeted."

Han Ling's attention was only on the second half of the sentence: "Then you are still tumbling all day long? How much can you test in Chinese?"

"It's so-so, one hundred and fourteen, any more will be enough," Tan Han began to review the question, and after scanning his eyes twice, he picked up a brush and drew two auxiliary lines, "Look here..."

Han Ling didn't respond for a long time, Tan Han raised his head: "Why are you in a daze?" Han Ling: "Brother, tell me how you study, such as how you listen to lectures in class, how you work hard when you go back to the dormitory... tell me, Let me do anything."

Tan Han raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

Han Ling's eyes lit up and he nodded frequently.

Tan Han recalled his own study method: "Graffiti in class, or staring blankly, or chatting with the same table, although it is basically a one-sided chat. When I return to the dormitory, I will play games, and I will do a few more when the lights are turned off for half an hour. The college entrance examination questions, and sometimes memorizing Chinese dictionaries. After turning off the lights, I want to continue to study the questions, and if I want to play games, I play with my roommate for a while, but I have to mute, I forgot last time..."

Han Ling resisted the urge to slap him against the wall: "Let's take a look at this question..."

When Tan Han was about to leave, Han Ling stopped him from behind.

"This morning, my mother asked me several times when you will come back..."

Tan Han stopped in his tracks, and then said with a smile: "Tomorrow's exam, the top ten in the grade, come on." He went back to his room and shut the door of Han Ling's desire to speak.

He knew what Han Ling wanted to say. He wanted to say that his aunt cared about him. He wanted to say that his aunt didn't dislike him that much. He wanted to say...

Wouldn't it be better to move out?

Qin Han also thought about it.

But if he really left, what would uncle think, and what would father think if he found out?

Why go, am I treating you badly?Or where is it not thoughtful?

Why did you move back, your uncle's family treated you badly?

Is it wrong that my aunt doesn't get along with him?

No.

Why did mother leave, if she was still there, would there still be such a mess?Thinking of this, he reflexively began to shift the responsibility to Tan Xuan, and in the end, he was also at a loss.

fuck it.

My aunt's voice came from downstairs: "Tell your brother to come down for dinner."

Then came the sound of Han Ling's footsteps.

"In a while, go down in a while," Tan Han said through the door, "Go and eat first."

Han Ling didn't move.

"If your brother doesn't come down, you should come down first!" My aunt shouted from downstairs, "Leave him alone."

Another unexplainable annoyance.

Han Ling still didn't leave: "No, I'll wait for my brother here!"

Tan Han had no choice but to take a deep breath, opened the door, and slapped Han Ling on the forehead: "What's wrong with you? If you're told to go down first, you should go down first. Stand here and be emotional, don't make yourself cry."

After dinner, Tan Han went back to his room and stayed for a while.Then he collapsed on the bed as if he had no bones, and when he was half asleep, the phone rang.

Tan Han looked at the number of the caller, and his memory, which had traveled thousands of miles away, couldn't remember who this string of numbers belonged to.He stared at the screen for a moment, and when he was about to answer the phone, he hung up again.

Then the string of numbers appeared on the screen again, and Tan Han immediately swiped to connect.

"Check what time it is." A voice came from the other end of the phone, and the tone was cold.

Tan Han felt that the voice was a little familiar, and after a long time, he spit out two words: "...Jiang Yao." Then he looked at the clock, "It's nine past five, don't you have a watch?"

Jiang Yao: "What's wrong with you? Just woke up?"

Tan Han's consciousness still hasn't fully recovered, and his voice is a little loose: "Oh, no. Why do you have my call?"

Jiang Yao: "Have you lost your memory?"

Then patiently explained: "You gave it to me this morning."

Tan Han: "I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to play the game anymore."

Jiang Yao: "..." Our chats were not on the same channel from the beginning to the end.

Tan Han stared at the ever-increasing call time, and said without thinking: "Don't worry about me, I will definitely become that handsome brother Tan again tomorrow."

Jiang Yao stopped the pen in front of the desk and frowned: "Go to bed quickly." He hung up decisively in the next second.

The next day, Tan Han still walked into the classroom stepping on the spot.As soon as he entered the door, he found that the students looked at him a little strangely.

Facing all kinds of gazes from his classmates, Qin Han threw his schoolbag on the table full of doubts, and patted Wu Sile: "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Wu Sile: "Brother Qin, did you not read the school post?"

"I'll see what that thing does."

Wu Sile looked at the door: "The teacher hasn't come yet, so hurry up and take a look."

Tan Han has basically never checked the school post bar, he is not interested in gossip.When he saw the headlines on the post bar, he was completely speechless.

——The fact that broke the hearts of girls in grades... Tan Han from Class [-] and [-] of Senior High...

Tan Han clicked in with curiosity.

"Since the beginning of the school year, Qin Han, a transfer student from Class [-] of Senior High School, has become the second object of pursuit for all girls in the whole grade (I don't need to mention the first object of pursuit, of course it is the cold and handsome school bully Jiang/cute/), Qin The classmates are cheerful and sunny, and there are quite a few sisters who are daring to pursue, but it has been a month, why has no one succeeded in the strategy? Next, I have to announce a heartbreaking fact, here is the attached picture, and I will experience it myself."

Below are three pictures of Tan Han and Han Ling in the same frame.One was a picture of Tan Han holding Han Ling at the beginning of school, the other was a picture of the two talking at the door of the classroom when Han Ling was looking for him, and the last one was a picture of the two of them going home together on Friday afternoon.

Qin Han immediately understood what was going on, his hand holding the phone was unsteady, and the phone fell to the ground.Then the whole class heard Tan Han's laughter.

Tan Han picked up the phone, apologized to those students who turned around and expressed doubts, and then continued to laugh.

"Hahaha...does anyone still believe this stuff?" Tan Han continued to scroll down, and there was a paragraph at the end.

"On the first day of school, Tan Han hugged Han Ling, a freshman in high school, and announced that 'I have a boyfriend'. Later, the two kept in touch, and then contacted the fact that they didn't have a girlfriend. I don't need to say more about the truth. right?"

Posts are even more amazing.

——My tan male god is actually gay? !

——I have run out of a box of tissues, I'd better continue to spend my time on Jiang Xiaoba.

——The little handsome guy doesn't pay attention usually, who can tell me what class he is in?

"A bunch of idiots." After the music was over, Tan Han began to feel that this wasn't something to be happy about.

"Fuck." Tan Han looked at the ID of the post, "La la la", it looked like a trumpet.So in the first class, he opened a trumpet to spray under the post.