It's not my fault to be ugly

Alas, Feng Dingkun sighed, this was the third time this week that he was blocked by Yu Wenning.He ran away cleverly the first two times, but this time in the cafeteria, with so many people, how would he escape!

Xiao Ling frowned, staring impatiently at Yu Wenning and the others: "What are you thinking?!"

Feng Dingkun also said loudly: "Yu Wenning, even if you chase me to the ends of the earth, I won't like you!"

The surrounding students couldn't help spouting food, Yu Wenning jumped up angrily, strode up, reached out and grabbed Feng Dingkun's arm: "What nonsense are you talking about?! Who wants to chase you!"

Then he realized that he was led astray by Feng Dingkun, and frowned: "I have something serious to tell you."

"I don't want to hear from you."

Yu Wenning raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you looking for a fight?"

"Oh, don't you even have the right to refuse to talk to you?"

Xiao Ling tugged at him: "Brother Dingkun, let's go!"

The people around immediately surrounded the exit, Yang Yingting glared at Xiao Ling dissatisfiedly: "Which side do you want to stand on?"

Yu Wenning took a deep breath and looked at Feng Dingkun: "The school swimming competition will be held this week, please withdraw automatically."

Feng Dingkun was a little funny: "What if I don't quit?"

"Then I can only use other means to get you out."

"Wait and see."

Seeing that his threat had no effect at all, Yu Wenning was obviously also irritated. He gave Feng Dingkun a cold look, turned around and took him away.

"This Yu Wenning, does he like me? It's so annoying." Feng Dingkun frowned distressedly: "Not long after entering school, he insisted that I like Lu Mingran, came to beat me every day, and now ran away for no reason. Come and threaten me. Oh really, just tell me if you like me. Why are you trying to bully me like a kindergarten kid to attract my attention?"

He spoke in a loud voice, and Yu Wenning, who hadn't gone far, staggered, turned his head, exuding an angry aura, and shouted: "Feng Dingkun, I, Yu Wenning, swear here, if I fall in love with you, I will Disappear from school immediately!"

Feng Dingkun watched him take the people away, stuck out his tongue, looked at Xiao Ling, and laughed loudly.

When calling Pei Fei at night, he also complained on the phone: "Yu Wenning is really annoying, really annoying."

Pei Fei is already in the third grade and has his own social circle, so he doesn't interfere with the affairs of their grade, not to mention that Yu Wenning is a member of Lu Mingran's circle of friends, so it is even less likely that he will have any friendship.

He still didn't know that Feng Dingkun was the person who talked to him every day, so he couldn't help asking, "Does he always bully you?"

"Yeah, annoying ghost, annoying spirit."

"The Yuwen family is just an upstart that has only developed in the past 100 years. Going back to the ancestors, I am afraid that it will not be the Yuwen family's turn to give my great-grandpa the banner of resistance." Pei Fei smiled disdainfully: "Their family does not have any There is nothing to say about the background and connotation, not to mention what can be achieved in terms of family education and accomplishment. Yu Wenning is the only male in their generation, so he naturally dotes on him even more."

"Why does he always hang out with Lu Mingran?"

"Let's have some relatives, so they have more contact with each other. Hmph, Xia Su Yang, Chen, Yu Wen, all of them are not in the top class. It's really disgraceful for Lu Mingran to mix with those people."

Feng Dingkun was a little curious, but he didn't expect that there was such a saying: "I thought that these aristocratic families and clans would have a higher status based on whoever is rich, isn't it so?"

Pei Fei was a little funny: "Which family are you from? Haven't you even heard of Shangjiang Shuo and Xia Jiangshuo? These families have developed to such a point, who cares about how much money there is, but it's only 900 million and Ninety-nine million difference."

Feng Dingkun understood in a daze, because there was too much money, so he began to compare his background, cultural accomplishment, and family inheritance.

Alas, the capitalist world.

"Which companies are traced back?"

"Our Pei family, Lu family, and the Feng family I told you about last time."

There was a ding on Feng Dingkun's head, as if a small light bulb had turned on.Is your own home so powerful? !

"What about the Zhuo family?"

"Which Zhuo family?"

"It's Zhuo Ying's house."

Pei Fei was a little puzzled: "You can't be Zhuo Ying, can you?"

"Of course not."

"Zhuo family, I've never heard of it." Pei Fei thought for a while: "Anyway, no matter whether you go up or down, there is no place for the Zhuo family."

Feng Dingkun was a little unhappy: "Who the hell drew up this circle, the upper and lower schools? Why do you have to divide the family into three or six or nine classes?"

"I don't know, it's just a convention." Pei Fei held the phone, but his mind was not on this topic.He licked his lips and asked, "Are you going out to play this weekend?"

Someone invited him out to play, Feng Dingkun was still very happy, but he will participate in the school's swimming competition next week, and he will have to train more during this period of time, so there must be no time.

"I'm sorry, Senior Pei Fei, I really have something to do."

Pei Fei was silent for a while, and asked: "Then what is your name, can you tell me anyway? Didn't you say that you regard me as a friend?"

"My name is..." Feng Dingkun said halfway, and quickly swallowed the words back.He remembered the cold look in Pei Fei's eyes when he looked at him last time, because Lu Mingran made that statement in the school radio room, he seemed to believe that he was Lu Mingran's friend.

"Hey, name or something, it's just a code name. I'll hang out with you when I'm done with work, and then I'll introduce myself to you seriously."

Pei Fei hung up the phone.He sat at the table and thought for a while, flipped through his cell phone, found a contact person and dialed it: "Hello, is this Teacher Yu? I want to ask you to check it out. On the night of April 4th, I used the landline in the dormitory to dial I got the internal line of the student dormitory, which dormitory did the switchboard transfer my call to?"

"Oh... from the second grade? Okay, I see." He hung up the phone, logged in to the educational affairs website, and logged in with his account with special permissions.Opening the list of second-year dormitory students, he raised his eyebrows: "Why are there two people living here? Ling Yuxin?"

He clicked on Ling Yuxin's account, looked at the photo on his profile, and tried to match the nice voice he remembered.

Pei Fei was in a good mood, but in the middle of the night he was awakened by a nightmare again.

In the dream, he was sitting in front of the piano playing a relaxing tune, and the sound of party preparations came from downstairs.His mother was sitting in front of a dressing table to put on makeup, looking at her son, a smile of appreciation slowly appeared on his face covered in makeup.

"Wait a minute and go down and play for them."

The child is wearing a neat dress, and his little fingers are dancing on the piano surface.He glanced at his mother, as if he was a little nervous about the upcoming performance, and flicked a wrong note with his fingers.

The mother stopped immediately and stared at him closely, as if staring at a weak prey.

The child became nervous, and all the notes in the next series were played wrong.

His mother immediately jumped up, picked him up from the piano bench and slapped him hard.The child's white face immediately swelled.

"Don't cry!" The mother showed a ferocious expression on her face, scaring his tears away immediately.

There was an urging sound of knocking on the door, and the mother hastily adjusted his clothes, looked at the redness and swelling on his face, opened the powder box, and poured a layer of powder on his face.

Pei Fei's head was covered with sweat, and his heart was still beating wildly.He frowned and panted, and kept telling himself that he was no longer the weak and useless self who could only be abused.

But those painful memories seemed to be infinitely magnified by this dream, making him completely overwhelmed by negative emotions.The nervous, fearful and helpless emotions in the dream still seemed to haunt him.

He turned on the bedside lamp, took a sip of water, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked at everything in the surrounding bedroom with confusion.

Yes, this is his place, everything here is under his control, no one can hurt him anymore.

He took out a photo from his coat pocket. Two or three years ago, he bought the negatives from the paparazzi of an entertainment magazine and developed several of them.

He placed the photo on the bedside, touched the person in the photo, and the tight corners of his mouth finally loosened a little.

The helper who took care of him when he was a child would tell him some fairy tales, and the patron saint who would protect helpless children probably looked like this.

"If only you were the one who called me every day." He muttered to himself, and sighed again: "Unfortunately, it's not you."

Feng Dingkun jumped into the water with a plop.

He has a slender body. After taking off his clothes, his tight, well-proportioned and unexaggerated muscles are immediately revealed. Every movement of his body reveals the youthful beauty of a teenager.

It's sexy in a different way, enough to keep any seasoned person from taking their eyes off it.

There was also a sound of splashing into the water beside him, why is there anyone else training like him at this time?Feng Dingkun glanced to the side, and it was indeed a naked figure of a young man.

Immediately, he had the idea of ​​being superior, and vigorously stroked his limbs.Unexpectedly, the boy's speed was not inferior to him at all, and the two reached the finish line almost at the same time.

Feng Dingkun climbed ashore from the water, sat there panting, and looked at the boy who was competing with him.Among the group of half-grown teenagers in Bailian Town, he has always been the best in the water. He didn't expect to meet his opponent here, which was too unexpected.

The boy also raised his head to look at him very unexpectedly, and the eyes of the two collided under the wet bangs, so it was a surprise!

"why you!"

"I still want to ask you!"

Feng Dingkun asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Why? You're not the only one who can come here." In fact, there are very few people here, and Lu Mingran only needs to hide here for training so that he doesn't have to worry about being chased and intercepted by those crazy fans.

"Are you going to participate in the school swimming competition too?"

"Can't you, this time is a regular game, no one can play tricks. If you lose, don't cry and lose your temper at me like last time."

"Who is crying!" Feng Dingkun blushed in embarrassment: "If you didn't plan to play tricks, why did you send Yu Wenning to threaten me yesterday and ask me to withdraw from the competition?!"

Lu Mingran was a little surprised: "Yu Wenning came to threaten you? Does he have so little confidence in me?! Damn it."

"Stop pretending, didn't you send him here?"

Lu Mingran got a little angry, stood up with a bang, and walked in front of Feng Dingkun: "Do you think I need to use such despicable means to win you? Feng Dingkun, you underestimate me!"

Feng Dingkun blushed again: "Hey! If you are reasonable, you should be reasonable, why don't you wear clothes!"