Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

Tan Siming regret it?

As Xi Hu thought about it, the feeling of being targeted by Sima Yue and Wang Qingping in the morning came back.

He was a little annoyed when he heard "Tian Tian doesn't know how to do it either", but Tan Siming later admitted that he was talking about him?

"Innuendo?"

He just felt that there was something in his mind, like a string, about to break.

"Could you be any more insinuating?"

Does Tan Siming really regret it?

Really regret it?

How can you regret it?how come?

Even if you regret it, how can you admit it like this?

Xi Hu paced back and forth, speaking faster and faster, and was about to fly up, without allowing anyone to interject.

"I know why you are good-looking, but few people can play with you - I am the only one who is stunned! You man! EQ is inversely proportional to IQ!"

His anger sounds ridiculous--he has both good and bad reputations, looks forward and backward, and can't control it freely: he wants to be angry, but he can't bear to be too angry with Tan Siming.Once the words of accusation have been uttered, I want to go around and praise them; after the praise is over, I want to tell others that I am really angry.

The more he couldn't bear to be angry, the more angry he couldn't bear to be angry with himself.

"Are you saying that I have low EQ?"

Tan Siming finally interjected.

If Xi Hu is now like a boiler that is about to explode, Tan Siming looks too deserted when compared with him - Tan Siming's expression is like cast iron, and even a knife mountain and a sea of ​​fire cannot melt a single point.

In fact, as long as Xi Hu took a closer look, he would know that Tan Siming was controlling himself not to pay attention to the sky.

But he didn't.

He was like a dynamite bag, only missing a fuse, and was ignited again by Tan Siming's next words.

"How can I agree to give you a mouth when I have a low EQ?"

"Then why don't you agree?"

"You were like that at the time, who can refuse you."

"That's right. Thinking about how I begged you in a low voice, you, who don't know how to beg, probably can't understand."

"stop!"

Seeing that his speech was getting more and more sour, Tan Siming stopped him with a very stiff voice.

"Speak well, can you? In the morning, it was your wish, and I shouldn't bring up old scores."

Only then did Xi Hu look better.

"On the matter of fact, if you are angry because you think I regret what I said, then let me tell you clearly that I have never regretted being with you, never."

"Then what do you mean?"

"I'm just stating a thought, nothing to do with regret."

Tan Siming wiped his glasses with his fingers, "Shouldn't two people be better together?"

"Actually, I think what you are saying is that I am with you, which is different from what you want."

Xi Hu didn't seem to let go of his anger, he had already folded his arms in front of his chest, in a gesture of "I'll see how you explain it".

"It's quite different."

"Then you said you didn't regret it?"

"Who says it's different and I have to regret it?"

"what?"

"Even if there are several solutions to the problem, can't we work together if they are different? Why don't you think about how to solve the problem?"

"..."

"I read your letter, didn't you ask me what to do?"

Tan Siming was referring to the love letter Xi Hu wrote at noon.

"The best way is that you don't stop to think about me—you don't have the capital to stop now—you have to run by yourself, and when you can keep up with me, I don't have to go back to you, we don't have to So tired."

Xi Hu finally calmed down a bit, but he couldn't calm down again.

Tan Siming is too direct.

This is sometimes an advantage, such as when talking about love, but when the two of them are really together, it is inevitable to talk about life, reality, and study every day—Tan Siming really followed his surname—and talk about it When it comes to his own shortcomings, he is justified, regardless of whether he will be sad or not.

Xi Hu usually doesn't care, he admits that what Tan Siming said is basically right, he just laughed it off and never took it to heart.

He felt that Tan Siming had no flaws in his body, even if he was angry, now that he said something, wouldn't he still be reluctant to get angry?

And Tan Siming is now saying that he feels tired when he is with him.

He even said, don't think about him?

In comparison, I really look like a fool.

"Everyone says I influence you."

He tried his best to soften his tone, but to no avail, "You asked me not to think about you? Sorry, I can't do it."

"If it can't be done, it must be done."

Tan Siming seems to be arguing a mathematical formula, "Whether my study will be affected by you is originally decided by me, not you. If you are like this now, I will really be affected."

He also used other people as arguments: "As for Qiao Yuenan's matter, Tian Tian's statement is also the same."

"what?"

"Tian Tian also said that both you and Qiao Yuenan care too much about other people's feelings. You don't know that you just need to do your own thing well. This way others can worry less."

When Xi Hu heard this, he understood why he was angry.

On some issues, Tan Siming's approval of him is not as good as Tian Tian, ​​who is not so familiar with him.

The fire in his heart couldn't help but sizzling, burning hotter and hotter, causing a dull pain in his internal organs.

It suddenly occurred to me that Tan Siming had an awkward fight with himself because of the Huada quota before, wasn't he also angry that he chose someone else?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the more I think about it, the more I feel that I have a reason to be angry.

Of course I understand the truth, but you don't want me?

"I'm holding you back—Tian Tian is just as you think, she's right, she's right, she's the best,"

He raised his tone suddenly, followed by several thunder explosions one after another, rolling down in turn——

"Then why the hell aren't you with Tian Tian?"

"Boom!"

The thunder made people's ears numb, half of Xi Hu's questioning voice was covered, and he seemed less aggressive, but it could be seen that Tan Siming had indeed heard it.

Heavy raindrops hit Xi Hu's face.

"Yeah, how tired you are with me."

He wiped his face irritably, "I don't have good grades, I'm not self-motivated, I'm not good enough for you—"

The person on the opposite side seemed to acquiesce, and did not refute his self-deprecating words in the slightest.

Suddenly really disheartened.

"Since you dislike me so much, what did you chase after me?"

Xi Hu looked at Tan Siming and asked.

This sentence is so familiar that you don't have to hesitate to blurt it out.

When Yang Mengjuan said he was an evil, he asked.

——"Since you don't want me so much, why did you give birth to me?"

When Xi Junfeng insisted on moving to the provincial capital, he also asked.

——"Since you don't want to see me so much, why do you still treat me as your son?"

He yelled at his parents. Now, he has used the greatest restraint, but the mood is the same.

Now that you're here, why are you leaving?

Now that you're here, will you leave?

After all, blood is thicker than water in the family, and they cannot part with each other, but Tan Siming has no blood relationship with him.

Xi Hu knows, he has always known.

—he was afraid.

He was afraid that Tan Siming would leave.

Don't be afraid, the voice is trembling.

"When you said you liked me, did you really mean it?"

In an instant, the rain poured down.Crackling, smashing down, smashing the phantom all over the place.

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