exoTheUnfairClub

Song Ping was unwilling, but what's the use?

The gap between him and them is too big, he is very different from ordinary sons and daughters, and he is even more different from Zhang Yixing and the others.

Song Ping never seemed to know what he could do, even worse now.

He vaguely felt that the professor stopped talking and threw his thesis heavily on the podium.

Only Song Ping and his scolded worthless paper were left in the classroom.

His throat was still sore and his head was heavy. Song Ping even felt that his steps were becoming soft. He prayed that he would survive tomorrow's defense before he had a fever again, but it seemed that things were counterproductive.

It was very late, and there were almost no one in the school. He walked slowly along the street, calculating in his mind the remaining salary after being dismissed by the library.Last month, my sister gave him some extra money, but I don't know if it will be enough for him to find his next part-time job.

The evening wind in October in S city was too cold, it made him feel chills from the bottom of his heart.

The student apartment he lived in was full of working-student nerds, and a few who seemed out of place.Song Ping was stopped at the stairs. He knew this person. When school started, several nerds who were a year older than him warned him to stay away from this person.

Song Ping called senior, and leaned against the wall gently waiting for the other party to speak.

The other party seemed to have a bad temper: "Hello, Song Ping?"

Song Ping nodded, the incandescent lamp made him dizzy even more.Like him, this so-called senior came from a small city in northern China. He became a work-study student only after he studied well. But unlike other nerds, he seemed dissatisfied with the life of an ascetic.

The trajectory of the subsequent development of the story is similar to the relationship between Song Ping and Zhang Yixing. It is also the deliberate approach of the princes and buddies, even including him in their own protection scope.The senior easily integrated into the life circle of the son and brother, and gradually became less nerdy.

The last news Song Ping heard about him was that he almost lost the school's financial aid, so it seems that the purpose of looking for him is self-evident.

"Help me write my thesis and I'll pay for it."

Song Ping didn't know if he should refuse, but before he even opened his mouth, the other party looked impatient: "I don't even want to give you money? It's too big."

"not me……"

The senior's voice also became stiff: "Don't worry Song Ping, you are the same as me."

Song Ping seemed to be choked by someone, and suddenly looked up into the senior's eyes.

"You're not going to settle with those nerds."

These words were like hypnosis, pulling Song Ping into the abyss.

Just when he thought the other party was going to say something more vicious, the senior answered the phone.

"Hello? Mmm, I'll be there soon...wait for me, you guys...please, please, I'll come..." The senior humiliated the person on the other end of the phone with a flattering face.

Song Ping thought he saw a dog, a lowly dog.

The senior quickly let him go and left, his eyes seemed to be looking at someone of the same kind before he left.

Song Ping got colder, he shivered and ran to the public bathroom on the floor, retching into the toilet.

Physiological tears made him barely able to see the stains on the toilet, so he vomited and vomited, and he really vomited it out, mixed with dirty food residue and sour gastric juice.

He finally sat on the ground as if he had run a marathon, looked at the mud on his old sneakers, and burst into tears.

Song Ping really saw his future self, and his future self was like a dog, like a lowly dog, chasing after them and begging for mercy.

He thought of his parents and eldest sister who sent him to the station and refused to spend money to accompany him to the city airport by car. He remembered the warning from the professor and the contempt of the librarian.

In the daze, the last thing he thought of was his senior's ugly face, and Zhang Yixing's clean and gentle smile when he drove him to school.

He was a dog, and sooner or later he was going to be that mean dog.

The clothes were all dirty, the mobile phone was thrown to the ground, and there was a sour smell in his mouth, but Song Ping didn't have the strength to stand up and clean himself up.

He waited, waited, and waited for a text message from Admiralty University: We have two friends who are back and want to have a drink together. I'll pick you up later?

The person in the next cubicle flushed the toilet, and with the sound of water that could cover Song Ping's sobs, he typed: Is there any trouble?

Admiralty quickly replied: It's okay, I'll be there in half an hour.

Song Ping stood up holding the door, took off his dirty clothes and took a battle bath.

Facing the mirror in the bathroom, he looked at his face with wet hair but clean, and forced a smile.

You see, this man really looks like a dog.

CH12

He is afraid of the strong wind, but he is in the center of the storm.

His lover hugged him behind him, but he still couldn't hear his lover's whispers.

Zhang Yixing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, gently pressing his forehead against the cold glass, looking up at the river running through S city.

got windy.

It's windy.

The river also became rough like the midnight sea.

Park Chanyeol tightened his arms around his waist, lowered his head slightly and put his chin on his shoulders.

The vinyl record of Peggy Lee is still playing in the retro gramophone.

The voice of the jazz actor sounds a little lazy and sad today.

Two minutes before Park Chanyeol entered, Zhang Yixing sent Song Ping away and received a call from his mother.

The family knew something about him and Park Chanyeol, and they didn't stop him at first because they thought it was just a teenager's mind. Now that returning to China has been put on the agenda, the family's attitude has become clearer.

Zhang Yixing is not good at discussing too much personal life with his mother. He left home when he was young. Although he is close to his family, he has not mentioned the depression and twists and turns over the years to his mother.

He always thought he was alone.

Park Chanyeol has known him for nearly six years, when he finally thought that someone was with him, it turned into a dilemma.

The wind is getting stronger.

The tree shadow frantically swayed back and forth on Zhang Yixing's face, as restless as his decision, very uneasy.

"Brother..." Park Chanyeol almost murmured.

Zhang Yixing opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

He was a little scared, he was a little scared, and they were a little scared.

Park Chanyeol's heart was soft, he could not see Zhang Yixing's embarrassment more and more, so he ignored it, leaving enough room for the other party to think.

Even Park Chanyeol doesn't know if such a relationship will end or when it will end.

Even though he is embracing the other party now, it seems that he doesn't understand what the other party is thinking at all.

If you trust each other a little more, then there is enough reason to stay with each other.

Although they love each other, they are always a few steps away from the last door of their relationship.

It is clear that there are no clouds in the sky when you step over it with one foot, but you are standing at the door hesitating.

Vinyl records still maintain the perfect sound quality of the year:

Never know how much I love you.

Never know how much I care.

It took Kim Jong-in and Kim Min-seok a full month to return to school. As the young masters of a well-known pillar group in Korea, the school naturally did not dare to embarrass them.

They packed lightly when they left, and naturally they didn't take anything when they came back. They flew for more than ten hours before landing in City S, and the two of them landed after a full sleep.As soon as he left the customs, he was transported into the car by Bian Boxian with his arms around his neck.

"You two are really good." Wu Shixun helped Jin Minxi take off the luggage, and looked at Jin Zhongren with a smile: "I have been looking forward to you for a long time."

Hanging on Baekhyun's body, Kim Jong-in stretched out a hand to push Wu Se-hoon's waist and walked forward.He looked smiling, looking like he was going home happily, but his eyes couldn't hide the hostility.

Jin Minxi had a panoramic view of the turbulent undercurrent between these three people, and he also felt strange, how could three people with different personalities get entangled together.

Kim Jong-in's words were thorny, but Byun Baekhyun acted as if he didn't hear him, and focused on discussing other people's current situation with Kim Min-seok.This is not the first time that Oh Se-hoon has been forced to confront Kim Jong-in. The other party's ambiguous relationship with Byun Baekhyun even precedes his unprincipled tolerance for Bian Baekhyun.

Rather than saying that Jin Zhongren is his competitor, it is better to say that he is a kindergarten companion who sits in a row and prepares to eat fruit.

After all, none of them can figure out Bian Boxian's attitude, and they are completely resigned to fate.

"Did there be anything interesting while we were away?" Although Kim Jong-in said to Byun Baekhyun, his eyes kept on Oh Se-hun.

Instead, Wu Shixun yawned listlessly, and said, "There is a kid, Brother Yixing seems to be very interested in him."

"Actually, we are all very interested in him." Bian Baekhyun floated over with a sentence.

"Let's talk about it." Jin Zhongren rarely expressed interest in irrelevant people.

Although Wu Shixun was a little surprised, he still opened his mouth and said: "A work-study student is not like the usual kind of person who is easy to be fooled. Brother Baekhyun tried him a few times before, and it is rare that he suffered a bit."

"Really?" Jin Zhongren once again had that deadly charming smile on his face, looking extraordinarily malicious.

Bian Baekhyun gave him an elbow: "He is probably an accident, we do not rule out the possibility of truly accepting him."

"No, you won't," Jin Zhongren sounded very determined: "The more flawless a person looks, the easier it is to jump into the quagmire by himself."

"Don't talk so deadly." Byun Baekhyun frowned and retorted, but suddenly remembered his previous discussion with Do Kyungsoo about Song Ping.

Kim Jong-in's voice is lazy and sexy, but his words are deadly: "I've never seen people like us