The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

Bian Jing's alcohol tolerance is not good, mainly because he has never drank this yellow soup since he was a child, and after drinking three cups, he is still sober.

Can't bear it, people come to toast him one after another, with all kinds of names.

Yue Yang took the lead: "Excited heart, trembling hands, Brother Jing is serving wine in his hand, if you don't drink this cup, you think I'm ugly, I'll do it first!"

Bian Jing held a glass in his hand, glanced at the wine glass embarrassingly, then looked at Yue Yang, and said: "I really can't drink this glass."

Yue Yang refused to accept: "Why?"

The squad leader reminded him: "What you said just now, if you don't drink this cup, you think you are ugly. Brother Jing can't drink it against his conscience. You really..."

"I rubbed it, I made a mistake, try again." Yue Yang poured another glass of wine, and said the toast again: "If you feel deep, feel bored, if you feel light, lick it, brother Jing, bored."

Bian Jing smiled, thinking where did Yue Yang learn this messy wine table culture, raised his wrist, poured beer into his stomach, poured the bottle, and smiled.

Yue Yang applauded: "Good!"

Xie Ting was sitting next to Bian Jing, after witnessing the temptation of the wine beads on Bian Jing's lips, he also witnessed Bian Jing's troubled smile.

Bian Jingsheng's skin is fair, and he is also the one that is eye-catching in the colorful private room. The key is that he looks really good. Before, Xie Ting thought that the serious Bian Jing was very handsome.

Looking at the side scenes of fun now, they are not less handsome than the serious ones.

The border scarf was untied as soon as he entered the door, and it was randomly stuffed on the sofa. The space between them was like a pile of sundries. Xie Ting moved his scarf and moved it behind him, so that there was no obstacle between the two of them.

Xie Ting could feel the heat coming from Bian Jing's thigh from under his trousers.

Some people, sitting in the middle of the crowd so coldly, can hardly ignore his charm. The side scene is greedy for that touch of warmth, and is reluctant to move his legs.

The little loquat squeezed in front of Bian Jing from the crowd, looked at Bian Jing with admiration and admiration, held a glass of wine in his hand, and said to Bian Jing: "Brother Jing, I admire you so much, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. You are the most awesome person, you are the first in grade every time, no one has ever been able to shake your position, you are so awesome, absolutely awesome!"

Bian Jing seldom has contact with girls, his mind is not on it.

But he has an impression of this little loquat, sitting in front of him, when Bian Jing was just discharged from the hospital and returned to school, he often closed the windows to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.

This cup must be drunk.

Bian Jing took a clean cup again, poured the drink from the girl's table, gave the drink to Little Piquat, and then held a beer glass to touch Little Piquat's drink.

"Thank you."

Thank you for your care.

The little loquat was so moved, she didn't drink, she brought the beer here because she was afraid that Bian Jing would look down on the milk in her original glass, so she changed the beer, now Bian Jing not only changed it for her, but also clinked glasses with her.

The little girl's touch came so timely: "Brother Jing, you are so kind."

Bian Jing smiled and didn't speak.

He could feel Xie Ting's foot move, Bian Jing quickly looked to his side and asked him, "What's wrong? What do you want to drink?"

Xie Ting gestured to Wangzai Milk under a pile of snacks on the table with his chin.

Bian Jing pushed aside the snacks, took out a row of Wangzai, scraped off the wrapping paper with his fingernails, took out a new bottle, took off the straw, straightened it, inserted it into the bottle, and handed it to Xie Ting.

All of this was done patiently by the side scene.

The little loquat saw it, and sighed in his heart: "My idol is so good!"

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the school bully who released the free air conditioner obediently took it and drank it down the straw.

Xie Ting doesn't drink or sing, but his identity is still very intimidating among a group of half-grown children. Some classmates who have drunk one after another have the courage to toast him.

Xie Ting used Wang Zai's milk to deal with it.

If Xie Ting can't be respected, the side scene sitting next to him is naturally the pond fish in the "disaster fish pond", pouring cup after cup into the side scene's mouth.

A lot of wine that can't be drunk, slides down the jaw along the corner of the mouth of the side scene, slides over the neck, and sinks into the collarbone.

After a round of toasting and laughing crowd dispersed, Bian Jing leaned into the sofa, Xie Ting crossed his legs, and leaned on the sofa lazily.

Bian Jing looked at Xie Ting and smiled.

With a straw in his mouth, Xie Ting was playing a game of his own design with his phone horizontally screened.

The side view glanced at the eighth level, and pointed to the screen: "Brother Ting, hit this."

Xie Ting looked up at him, although the light was dim, Xie Ting still saw the blush on the cheekbones in the side scene twice, and said cheerfully: "This is my tower, you can't hit it."

Bian Jing hiccupped, and pushed his finger to the opposite side: "Then hit this."

Xie Ting moved his finger, and the villain released a skill, and immediately the opposite tower was attacked, but Xie Ting's experience points dropped, and the scene became anxious: "How can I return the experience points?"

Xie Ting said: "Brother Jing, I just want to tell you that it's a third-party tower and you can't hit it."

Bian Jing: "Huh?"

Xie Ting said to him: "The one in the middle is the enemy tower, and this one can be used to fight." He was explaining that the little guy had released another set of skills, and the experience points came back slowly.

Only then did Bian Jing ease his anxious expression, and leaned back on the sofa again: "Brother Ting, I feel drunk, I lost even such a mentally handicapped game."

Xie Ting glanced at him, and after passing the remaining two levels, he took out a tissue from the table and handed it to Bian Jing: "Wipe."

Unexpectedly, Bian Jing moved so slowly that he glanced at him and spit bubbles.

"..."

Xie Ting had no choice but to be really drunk. He stretched his fingers along the corner of his mouth to his neck, and wiped off the line made by the wine, from the corner of his mouth to his collarbone.

Sitting in the distance, the little loquat was still nibbling on snacks. She thought of eating chicken feet at the table in the side view, and was about to get up when she saw this scene.

Is that still that ruthless school bully?

Xie Ting's expression was so gentle that he wiped the drink off Bian Jing's neck, and the corner of Xiaoba's mouth smiled when he saw Bian Jing spitting out bubbles.

Little Loquat: "What?"

But the moment of fantasy in this scene disappeared quickly, and the school bully student returned to normal like a normal person, sitting and chatting.