exoTheUnfairClub

"Go if you like it, how will you know if you don't try it." Bian Boxian said so, but his eyes drifted to Wu Shixun, who spread his hands innocently begging for mercy.

For some reason, Bian Boxian unilaterally finalized the matter, and in the last week of November, a few people help Song Ping with his homework on the relationship between men and women.

Song Ping still regretted it at first, so he told the big scourge Bian Boxian all the time, and then he acquiesced in this matter, and learned how to please girls with a few young masters.

Zhang Yixing and Park Chanyeol taught him table manners, Byun Baek-hyun and Wu Se-hoon chose some decent outfits for him, and Kim Jong-in and the others wrote a book about how to pick up girls in their lives for Song Ping to memorize.

Under the bombarding make-up lessons, Song Ping left the teacher.

He stayed at the family's home in Jinzhong that night, so that he could easily know when the girl would go out in the morning.

After many investigations, the girl did not try the experiment the next day, and planned to go to the opera house to watch "Madame Butterfly". After making inquiries, Song Ping was going to catch up and try it.

When going out the next morning, Jin Zhongda stood at the entrance and threw the car keys to Song Ping who was about to walk to school.

"Oh? No need." Song Ping was at a loss holding the key.

Jin Zhongda smiled gently: "Take it, I wish you success in advance."

Song Ping thanked him, waved his hand and closed the door for Jin Zhongda, naturally ignoring the cold look in his eyes after the other party withdrew his smile.

It was the last day of November, and S City was terribly cold.

When Song Ping went out, he carefully avoided the ice on the ground, and buried half of his face in the scarf Jin Zhongda gave him.

It's really cold today.

CH20

Song Ping did not expect the ending to be like this.

The prepared pink roses were randomly thrown beside the sewer, and the girl gave him a blank look.Her eyes were cold, they were looking at ants.

Song Ping was all too familiar with this look, it was the malicious attack he had suffered in the first few months in S city.

It was snowing, and there was no sound on the road, even his breathing was swallowed up by the snowflakes.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, the girl wore a camel coat, held a handbag and reached out to call a taxi.

Song Ping chased after him, wanting to say something more.

The girl rolled down the car window a crack: "I don't think we will meet again in the future, let's call it a day."

The windows were up, and it looked warm inside, with a gentle mist on the glass.

The girl unbuttoned her coat, leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes, not wanting to see Song Ping again.

In the ice and snow, he just watched the taxi drive away.

His fingers were red from the cold, and Song Ping's whole body was shaking violently, not knowing whether it was from anger or something.

He leaned on the car door and barely threw himself on the driver's seat, looking down at his expensive trousers, which were already wet with snow, even with mud at the bottom of his trousers.

Wet shadows could be clearly seen near the ankle of the short boots, and snow ran into the shoes, but Song Ping had no time to deal with these.

The toes were huddled up in the shoes, and I knew without looking at the soles that they must be blue from the cold.

He is too cold.

The girl's words kept replaying in my mind: "We are not in the same world... I will not accept you... Let's not meet again... That's it..."

It turns out...he was wrong again.

It turned out that he was still trash in the eyes of everyone.

He thought they would be able to escape that detested class by going to Admiralty University, but now thinking about how it is possible.

The insurmountable gap between them was too long and too deep, and Song Ping would never be able to cross it in his entire life.

The face of that senior once again broke into his memory, the face of a villain who is successful, flattering, and distracted, and the words that seduced him.

Song Ping didn't want to hear or look at it, but everything was like an ocean wave, starting from just covering his feet, and gradually rising until it covered his mouth and nose.

He made so much effort, betrayed his dignity, abandoned the self-discipline he had always been proud of, and worked hard to get closer to those princes and brothers.

It was just a joke in the end.

Maybe he was a joke from the beginning.

I met some people according to their plan, and after being exposed to this world of material desires, I could no longer control myself, gradually betrayed myself, and slowly turned into a dog and garbage again.

He is now worse than a dog.

Jin Zhongda's car keys were still in his hand, the car didn't turn on, and there was no heater, but Song Ping was used to the chill.

Before coming here, Song Ping never thought that the winter in S city would be so cold.

Before leaving, his mother was going to put a cotton coat in his suitcase, but Song Ping finally took it out, and came to S city lightly.

It's a good thing he didn't take it, otherwise he wouldn't be wearing this thick wool coat now.

Song Ping sneered, thinking of the dilapidated road in front of his house. When he was in high school, he often came home very late, groping around the black puddles and the cracks in the asphalt road , Stumbled and walked home.

Now he is sitting in the Admiralty car, and he can still wipe the mud from the soles of his shoes on the beige floor pads of this clean freak.

No dignity, but it's nice to have money.

At least he doesn't have to wear his tattered sweater, sweatpants, and canvas shoes in the snow and ice, and walk back to the student apartment that can only accommodate a bed and a desk on the muddy road.

At least he didn't have to save a few bucks to go to the convenience store and buy the cheapest booze to get himself drunk.

It's nice to have money.

Song Ping smiled and cried slowly.

It was the kind of silent crying, no whimpering, no heavy breathing, just soft tears.

He is saying goodbye, he is saying goodbye to Song Ping from before.

The snow was still falling, and it was already thick enough to cover a third of the low fire hydrant.

Song Ping leaned against the car window and hummed a song. It was a lullaby from his hometown. When he was a child, his mother sang it to him. Later, his sister sang it. In the end, Song Ping had to sing it himself.

From the tune, you can see that small northern city, the city is not big, there are only two high schools, Song Ping is wearing a school uniform and holding a lunch box in his hand, cooking in the corridor, the boys next to him are fighting, and the girls in front of him are discussing in a low voice Looking at the monthly exam that just passed, the teacher yelled loudly from behind to calm down and finish eating and add a math class.

In the memory, there is a lot of noise, but in reality, it is quiet and scary.

Song Ping shrank back into his clothes again, exhaled lightly, and watched the white mist gradually dissipate.

Very quiet.

What broke the tranquility was the text message from the senior: Do you want to sell your paper this time?Followed by three smiling faces.

Song Ping didn't hesitate at all, and turned back: How much can you give?

The senior reported an unexpected figure, which was the highest price Song Ping knew about ghostwriting.

He laughed again, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand, quickly boarded the mailbox, and sent the two papers.

Within a few minutes, there was a message reminding him that the money had arrived, and Song Ping looked at the number with satisfaction.

You see, it is good to have money.

He is glad that at least he can still make money by selling papers.

Just in time, Baekhyun Bian called to inquire about the progress: "Hey, have you got it?"

"It was rejected severely." Song Ping replied with a strong nasal voice.

"Cut..." Hearing what he said, Bian Boxian's originally happy and high-pitched voice dropped, "Then come here quickly, we're drinking here."

"I just fell out of love."

"It's because I just broke up that I want to drink. I'm going to make you vomit today. Hurry up." Several people sang loudly with rough voices on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, okay, I got it, in your apartment?"

"Yes, hurry up."

Song Ping hung up the phone, put down the visor, and combed his hair in front of the mirror inside, barely covering his sunken cheeks.

In the mirror, his lips were chapped and purple, but his cheeks were sallow and flushed. He really looked like a drug addict.

Song Ping wiped the corners of his eyes vigorously, it looked very red.He smiled forcefully, started the car, and drove towards Baekhyun's apartment.

He has to cheer up, now is a new beginning.

Bian Boxian hung up the phone and said happily: "Sure enough, it failed as you expected."

Jin Zhongren drank the red wine in the goblet in one gulp: "She and I grew up together, she is very arrogant, how can I think of Song Ping."

"Tsk tsk, this is not the time for you to teach people how to pick up girls two days ago." Park Chanyeol reached out and grabbed a biscuit.

"The scary thing is not being self-indulgent, it's knowing that they are not in the same world, and they have to devote themselves to the fire with a moving moth." Jin Minxi echoed with a smile.

Wu Shixun raised his legs on the coffee table, nodded without looking energetic, and threw a nut into his mouth.

Zhang Yixing clasped the tablet on his stomach, and reached for a glass of liqueur.

Jin Junmian stood on the chair, holding a wine glass and said softly: "Happy Thanksgiving."

"happy Thanksgiving."

The last day of November is Thanksgiving.

They gathered and waited for the last ones to arrive, and the table served traditional American bacon and pumpkin pie, as well as warm seaweed soup and pan-fried dumplings.

In the city of S, some families walked slowly towards the church on the snow, preparing to pray for thanksgiving, and most of them spent the festival sitting together by the warm stove.

It looks really warm on the last day of November.

CH21

Halfway through the intense exams in December, Zhang Yixing had just finished the last exam, and as soon as he left the classroom, he saw Park Chanyeol standing in the corridor playing with his phone.

He reached out and poked Park Chanyeol's stomach.