Ghost Corps

When Fang Zheng was 16 years old, he realized that he liked boys, and almost at the same time, he also realized his tragic fate.

If a fat man goes after a girl and puts all his heart into it, at least one girl out of ten will be moved. With luck, the number will increase, because girls who are both smart and easy to be moved know that being reliable and treating themselves well is often better than being handsome. The appearance must come true.But a fat and round man is going to pursue a man... Let's go to sleep.If girls are emotional animals, then men, especially GAY, should remove the word "sense".When he masturbates himself, he always looks at the covers of men's magazines instead of listening to cross talk and watching sketches, what else can he ask of others.

So Fang Zheng has had a crush on many people, and imagined many scenes where he and the other party have a good time, but this is like a beautiful dream weaving while leaning against the window sill in the afternoon while half asleep and half awake, he never takes it seriously.

How can anyone like themselves?

[Private Chat] Polly: Not even a blessing?

After a long time no response, Xiaoniao spoke again.

Fang Zheng shivered, shaking off the messy thoughts in his head.There must be something to say now, otherwise Xiaoniao might see the clue.If Xiaoniao knew that Zuiyan was him...

Fang Zheng didn't dare to think about it anymore, he felt that he was standing on the edge of an abyss, if he made a wrong step, he would be doomed forever.

Why does being confessed feel so much like being targeted and attacked by a hated boss!It's not scientific TAT

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: Blessings, definitely blessings.

After typing this sentence, Fang Zheng swallowed nervously before continuing——

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: But, isn't your team leader a man?

[Private Chat] Polly: Do you discriminate against gays?

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: No, I didn't mean that!

Then what do you mean TAT

The leader, who was full of OS in his heart, pulled his hair hard, as if this would clear his chaotic head.But the heart is still like a small boat in the ocean, swaying uncontrollably with the waves, unable to find its direction at all.

[Private Chat] Polly: You want to know why I like him?

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: Mmm, yes, why?

The head of the group let out a sigh of relief and told himself, Fang Zheng, you have to be natural, you are not a nanny now, but Qingcheng, a little loli who is about to sell her account, you can do it!

[Private chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: He looks good?

[Private Chat] Polly: No.

Damn, why don't you answer so neatly!

[Private chat] Polly: But man is very interesting, you will never be bored around him.

[Private chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: Sounds like a comedian =_=

[Private chat] Polly: But he doesn't think so, and he always says this is stupid and that is stupid, but in fact he is the second one.

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: Heh, heh, how interesting.

He swears that if this bastard dares to continue to confess his love... Ah bah, it's just hatred, he will definitely force...

[Private chat] Polly: You ask me why I like him, I don't know, but I just want to be nice to him.

[Private chat] Polly: If you want to see him happy, you'd better keep being so cheap.

[Private chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: Do you think of him as Peter Pan? Everyone has to grow up and get old, so how can they be so heartless all the time.

[Private Chat] Polly: If he wants me by his side, I can make him Peter Pan.

His fingers rested on the keyboard, and he clearly wanted to type, but he couldn't move.

The eye sockets were a little hot, Fang Zheng raised his head slightly, and blinked vigorously.

He believes in Xiaoniao, this guy is not conceited, but has the ability to achieve everything he is willing to achieve.

It's just how long this "willingness" will last.I like it now, but in the future.When two people move from Two-dimensional to three-dimensional, who can guarantee that Xiaoniao will not be the second Jiang Yang.So this matter is not whether he is willing or not, but whether Xiaoniao is willing or not.

[Private chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: It's alright, alright, don't act like a lover.

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: Maybe you just get hotheaded, and when you calm down tomorrow, you will find out that you don't like it.

[Private chat] Polly: What if you can't calm down?

[Private Chat] Drunk Face, Qingcheng: ...

Fang Zheng suddenly misses that bird with a paralyzed face, a poisonous tongue, and a God’s perspective that cherishes words like a golden bird. Right now, he has no experience in dealing with this bird that is fully open, and he can’t hold it anymore. TAT

Just when Fang Zheng was wondering whether to unplug the power cord and pretend to be out of power, Xiaoniao suddenly asked——

[Private chat] Polly: Do you think he will take a fancy to me?

Fang Zheng returned without even thinking about it——

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: I don't know.

Fang Zheng was telling the truth.

For him, someone who likes himself is a rare thing to be happy in a century. As for whether he likes the other party or not, he never thought that he has the right to be picky.

But now someone asked, so seriously, so carefully, as if he was really a hot commodity.

How could one not like it, Fang Zheng thought, a bird with a poisonous tongue, a bird with a paralyzed face, a bird with sharp manipulations, a bird with a consciousness like a monitor, a bird who worked tirelessly for the army, a bird who showed no mercy to the enemy , and... the little bird lazily calling "my leader", he wants to put his own label on each one, and hang a sign saying "please do not touch personal items".

But it was a godlike bird. He felt guilty even thinking about it, afraid of being discovered by the other party, so whenever vague thoughts flashed by, he would strangle them to death in the cradle, and then tell himself, there is something wrong. Such a sub-group is already a blessing from the previous life.

[Private chat] Polly: Forget it, I know it’s useless to ask you, I’ll go to Baidu.

[Private chat] Drunk face, Qingcheng: Baidu what?

[Private Chat] Polly: How to make the person you like also like you.

[Private Chat] Drunk Face, Qingcheng: ...

Is there a guide for this kind of thing? !Do you think this is pushing the BOSS! !

[Private chat] Polly: Aren't you going to sell your account?

[Private Chat] Polly: Have you taken all the pictures?

[Private chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: You control me!

After leaving those words, the group leader moved back to the original computer, and the light-blowing master was obviously waiting impatiently, and the private chats with the mother were full of the other party such as "Where is the person?" "Dead?" "You Is it a screenshot or an amputation" call.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: I'm back.

[Private Chat] Blowing Lamp Master: I thought you were captured by aliens =_=

[Private Chat] Master Blowing Lamp: Haven't cut the picture yet?I see that the information on the trading website has not changed.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: I'm sorry, this account is no longer for sale.

[Private Chat] Lamp Blowing Master: Huh?

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: I'm sorry.

[Private Chat] Master Blowing Lamp: Do you want to sit on the ground and raise the price...

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: No, it’s really not for sale, something went wrong temporarily.

[Private chat] Master Blowing Lamp: Give me a reason, or I will call you a profiteer in the world.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Don’t be so cruel TAT

[Private Chat] Master Blowing Lamp: Say.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Uh, well, this account has just broken into the enemy's interior, and it can eavesdrop on the enemy's information [-]/[-]. The opportunity is not lost, and it will never come back, so it must not be sold.

[Private Chat] Blowing Lamp Master: Just 15 minutes after taking the screenshot, you broke into the enemy? !

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Enemies are hard to fathom~~~~

Master Blowing the Lamp left angrily, neither did he inquire about the enemy's elusive method, nor did he really call the nanny a profiteer all over the world. Fang Zheng was very grateful to him, and secretly vowed that he would never sneak up on him when we meet again in the game> _

Back on Zuiyan's computer, Fang Zheng sent a private chat to Xiaoniao——

[Private Chat] Zui Yan, Qing Cheng: The seller ran away, and the transaction failed.

[Private chat] Polly: So, this account is still yours for a short time?

[Private Chat] Drunk Face, Qingcheng: It may also be a long time ╮(╯_╰)╭

Meng Chudong in front of the computer raised the corners of his mouth.

That night, the little girl from the overwintering Internet cafe ordered two suppers for the second boss, once at 09:30 and once at 11:30, and when she delivered the supper for the second time, she saw the second boss, who had rarely moved in a century, leave the stool and stand up. Do stretching exercises next to you.The boss didn't do much this night, he played games as usual, why did he look like he just helped someone carry their bags?The little girl is very puzzled.

Meng Chudong took the little girl's second supper, thanked him, and then continued to twist his neck and buttocks three times to the left and three times to the right. After a long time, he felt that the whole person had slowed down and was not so tired.

Confession is really hard work. ——"Vice Group Love Experience Record"

……

At 715:[-] p.m. the next day, Bailian Chengyao [-] went online and logged into YY at the same time.

"Captain, where did you go last night, I found a very special material when I was gathering medicine and wanted to show you, but you are not here.

Head: "Uh..."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Crazy Zi went online and logged into YY at the same time.

"Nurse, what did you do last night? I wanted to find you for a long time, but I couldn't find anyone."

Head: "Uh..."

At eight o'clock in the evening, your uncle goes online and logs into YY at the same time.

"Commander, where did you go yesterday! We were killed by the big sword! 5555555~~"

Head: "Uh..."

It's not that the head of the delegation doesn't want to answer, it's really hard to answer this question.Because after chatting with Xiaoniao on Qingcheng last night, he stared at the computer dazedly, wondering how long he had been wandering, and then returned to the nanny's computer after he reacted. It's dark.

Blood Bull was thoughtful: "It seems that the leader was very busy last night."

In fact, not only yesterday, today's group leader is also very busy, almost every 2 minutes to look at the gray profile picture on the friends list, and then entangled, why is that guy not online yet.

Don’t regret it today after confessing yesterday =_=

But that's okay, he doesn't know that Qingcheng is a nanny, so there's nothing embarrassing about it.

The head of the group held the phone in his hand all afternoon, and it was about to melt at this moment. Finally, he couldn't hold it anymore and sent a text message——

[What about people? 】

After 2 minutes, finally came the reply.

[Network maintenance today, the entire area is disconnected. 】

【Oh. 】

The head of the group was very depressed and his tone was very cold.

The sub-team became interested in chatting——

[Want to download the book? 】

【No ah. 】

[Want to form a group to go PK with others? 】

【No ah. 】

[Then why did you remember to look for me. 】

Couldn't he care about his deputy team?

[It is said that you will come to the Internet after ten o'clock, so go and play with yours first. 】

【Play with your sister! 】

【Once drunk, I will die with you. 】

【…】

Nima has such a god-like way of expression, who can see that he likes it! ! !