Major General he doesn't want to play Beta anymore [Rebirth]

It was Wen Yu's first time to sneak out for a drink.

Although he lived for more than twenty years in his previous life, it's a pity that he didn't have a chance before he became an adult, and he was not in the mood after he became an adult.

At this time, I can't help but look forward to it.

There is no bar in the military garrison, so I can only buy some wine from the small shop downstairs and find a place to drink for myself-of course, Wen Yu, a minor, is not worthy of the extra high-end buildings.

Zhou Shuyu looked at the underage who had no knowledge at first glance, the hand that was already on the shelf? He turned a corner and brought out two dozen beers.

Watching Zhou Shuyu buy wine without even thinking about it, and then deftly go around to an empty pavilion in the back of the resident, Wen Yu, who is clearly the person who made the suggestion but touched the blind spot of knowledge, feels like a silent little follower.

How can there be a hooligan who can't fight for wine?

Wen Yu deeply realizes that he still has huge room for improvement.

Zhou Shuyu put down a bag of beer, and sat down on the small stone bench himself. His long hair was too lazy to comb, and he just let it sway with the slight cool breeze at night. His "bold and unrestrained" posture was very different from his previous image. Different.

Wen Yu followed him and sat next to him, and the two dozen beers were placed neatly between them.

Zhou Shuyu divided the wine on the table into two, and pulled a pull ring by himself: "Underage, you can only drink so much today."

Wen Yu looked at the dozen beer cans thrown over by Zhou Shuyu, and thought that this was actually "only so much to drink", and nodded calmly on the surface: "OK."

"Didn't you never drink a bar?" Zhou Shuyu propped his chin with his left hand, and looked at the boy opposite him with great interest.

Only at this time did he suddenly realize that this flamboyant and confident guy was a fledgling boy growing up in a honeypot.

It's really not like that.

Zhou Shuyu raised his head and took a sip.

"Of course not." Wen Yu glanced at him disdainfully, his mouth was not cowardly at all, there was a big difference between how much he hadn't drunk and how much he had drunk, at least he was sure that he was not the legendary pourer.

"That's fine." Zhou Shuyu snorted, "I don't want to drag a drunk cat back."

Wen Yu also opened the pull tab, bubbles came out gurgling, he stared at it, and took a big gulp with his head raised.

Zhou Shuyu is a very unhealthy guy, which is specifically reflected in the fact that the wine he takes is always iced.

The liquid with bubbles rolled down his throat, Wen Yu heaved a sigh of relief, smiled and handed the beer can in his hand: "Don't you want to touch it?"

Zhou Shuyu gave him a sideways glance, and lazily touched him.

"Actually, I still have a question." Wen Yu threw the empty soda can into the bag and opened another can.

"Where do you have so many questions?" Zhou Shuyu was a little disgusted.

"So? Why do you have long hair?" Wen Yu still asked.

Under normal circumstances, he would not ask such possibly offensive questions, but once he drank beer, this situation could not be considered too normal.

"Isn't it good-looking?" Zhou Shuyu didn't expect such a question, so he smiled.

"It looks good, but it looks good." Wen Yu chose his words carefully: "It's not convenient, and it's too conspicuous. It doesn't look like you."

The military academy is different from other places, although the capital military academy has always been free-range.I don't care about these innocuous things, but the uncommon hairstyle does cause trouble in many ways, and it is troublesome.

Even Ji Xiaohong's beloved red hair was dyed back by his father, and Zhou Shuyu's long hair was really out of place, only this family.

Zhou Shuyu didn't feel offended, but became interested: "What do you think I am?"

"Lazy, not very interested in anything." Wen Yu thought for a while, and added: "But now I have some new understanding, it's hard to describe."

Zhou Shuyu laughed, and the long-haired beauty's smile carried the usual style, just like what Wen Yu said, lazily: "Maybe it's because I'm too lazy to cut it."

Wen Yu looked at him disdainfully.

Zhou Shuyu himself probably thought that this sounded unreasonable. A person who had never been drunk seemed to be a little tipsy by the drunk cat sitting across from him. He squinted his eyes: "Maybe it will appear smart and harmless."

Wen Yu keenly sniffed out some deep meaning, didn't ask further, just passed the cup forward again: "Why don't you move, can't you?"

Zhou Shuyu withdrew his gaze, looked at the drunk guy in front of him, smiled helplessly, and raised his glass to touch it.

When Chi Jing found Houshan, Wen Yu was already a serious drunk cat with straight eyes.

Zhou Shuyu was quite sober. He was facing the path up the mountain, and he saw Alpha walking up step by step with "looking for trouble" written all over his face.

His eyes swept across the table, and there were only empty bottles left in the dozen beers in front of him, and he raised his hand to take Wen Yu's unopened bottle in line with the principle of not wasting.

The drunk cat was very startled, and held down his inherent property: "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Shuyu raised his hand to show that it was harmless.

The drunk cat looked at him in bewilderment, then pawed the remaining can of beer towards him, then looked at him again, as if turning his brain, asking himself: "Oh, are you want to drink."

Before Zhou Shuyu could reply, he generously pushed the can of Yanshi beer out: "I'll share it with you!"

Zhou Shuyu: "..."

What Chi Jing saw was this scene, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and all the nervousness from before disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

But the lesson is still to be learned.

"Ayu."

Wen Yu blinked in a daze, his eyes still fell on Zhou Shuyu and did not move, until he heard footsteps behind him and someone came up, he turned his head slowly.

Chi Jing looked at the young man under the moonlight, because the drunken young man's cheeks were slightly red, and his eyes were moister than usual. Only the sweet milk smell he could smell was mixed with his snowy scent. Floating over, the boy showed a kind of unprecedented... well-behaved.

Chi Jing's breathing and heartbeat stopped briefly.

"Brother!" Wen Yu's reaction this time was not slow at all, like a bird returning to its nest, wrapping his arms around Chi Jing's narrow waist, buried his head in his arms, and sighed contentedly.

Chi Jing patted his head, glanced at the mess on the table, and Zhou Shuyu, who was sitting on the opposite side without being half drunk, and fell down again: "Do you still remember that you are a sick number?"

The little ostrich with its head buried in its arms rubbed its head, probably nodding: "I remember."

Chi Jing was tickled by him, and there was nothing he could do about it, even when he was sober, let alone drunk, so he could only coax him in a low voice: "Have you had a good time? Go back and rest, okay?"

Wen Yu was probably pondering the meaning of his words, he paused for a while before raising his head, with both hands tightly around Chi Jing's waist, he nodded solemnly: "Enjoy yourself, good."

Chi Jing put her hand on Wen Yu's hand, trying to make him stand up.

Wen Yu stood up slowly, looked at the hand holding him, and suddenly said: "Brother, you smell so good."

"Pfft." Zhou Shuyu couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Chi Jing was also stunned, and then realized that this was probably talking about his pheromones, not... not... playing hooligans.

"Yeah." Chi Jing replied calmly, and was about to walk out while leading the person, when she suddenly remembered something, turned around and picked up the last small can of beer that had just been "scrambled" on the table, as if she just remembered Like a living person, he asked politely: "Do you want to go back together?"

Zhou Shuyu was taken aback by Chi Jing's stingy behavior, and looked at the drunk little fool who completely obeyed the command with some sympathy, thinking that this was really the most hypocritical invitation he had ever seen, so he waved his hand?: "Go back first, I will sit down for a while."

Chi Jing bid him farewell in satisfaction, then turned around, and coaxed a few words gently, Wen Yu was like a little jumping frog that was scratching and jumping, answering each question slowly.

The hill is not big, more like a small slope for decoration, with only a bluestone road with few people.

Wen Yu was led, step by step, very seriously, and suddenly stopped after walking a certain distance.

Chi Jing looked at him sideways: "What's wrong?"

Wen Yu said: "I haven't said goodbye to Zhou Shuyu yet."

After speaking, turn around and walk back.

Chi Jing hurriedly pulled him back: "He can hear what you say here."

Wen Yu paused: "That's right."

Immediately shouted towards the top: "Zhou Shuyu, goodbye!"

Zhou Shuyu propped his chin up and blowing the wind: "..."

After saying goodbye, Wen Yu felt that he hadn't forgotten anything, so he turned around in satisfaction: "It's over, let's go."

An uncontrollable smile appeared in Chi Jing's eyes again. The little fiancé actually looked like this when he was drunk, and his reaction was extremely slow and serious.

His heart was a little itchy from the jumping of the little jumping frog, the drunken boy walked slowly but steadily, Chi Jing was enjoying the quietness, but in his heart a similar drunkenness was brewed by the quietness.

"Ayu." He called out tentatively.

"En." Wen Yu replied seriously.

"What's your nickname?" Little Pudding, Chi Jing silently read the answer in his heart. At the banquet that day, he heard Jing Sheng call him this.

"Little Pudding." This was probably a question that didn't need to be thought about, and Wen Yu answered it quickly.

"Can I call you that?" Chi Jing moved forward steadily with tentative steps.

This question may be a bit difficult, the young man thought for a while, and then reluctantly said: "Okay."

"If you don't like it, don't force it." Chi Jing naturally heard the reluctance in the words of this little drunk who couldn't even hide his thoughts, and retreated tactically in his tentative steps.

"It's not that I don't like it." Wen Yu paused for a while, then curled his lips: "It's just a little strange."

Just as Chi Jing was about to say something, he continued, "It's like my dad all of a sudden."

"..."

"I think I will wither." The boy said to himself, very seriously.

Chi Jing didn't know what to say for a while, but after hearing Yu's answer over there, she felt very satisfied, and turned to look at him: "But I thought about it again, I like whatever my brother does!"

With a "boom", Chi Jing spilled the wine in his heart.

Presumably, when Pandora first got the box, she also thought that she would seal it properly.

"Then do you like me?" Probably never thought that there would be such a combination of pronunciation in his vocal cords, Chi Jing casually mentioned it as usual, but with some unspeakable jerky.

"I like it!" The young man was completely unaware of his temptations and entanglements, and the answer just blurted out as if he didn't need to think about it.

A spoonful of hot oil was poured on it, and it was scorching hot. Chi Jing's ears were rumbling, but he couldn't say anything extra.Under the mixed joy, his heart was inexplicably a little sore, and he held Wen Yu's hand? Unconsciously tightened.

It seems that in some kind of false imagination, he once held his little boy like this, nervously waiting for a word of like.

It's been so long, much longer than he thought.

"Yes." Chi Jing replied in a low voice, "I love you too."

Scattered between the gentle night wind and the moonlight.

The next morning, when Wen Yu woke up, his mind was still a little dazed.

The images from last night flashed through my mind frame by frame, gradually connecting them into lines, especially those about the little boyfriend, clearly like 1080P.

The major general, who was drunk for the first time in his life twice before and after, was silent like a sculpture, and after a long while, he slowly covered his face with one hand.

"Are you awake?" Chi Jing pushed the door open and walked in, put the bag in her hand on the small dining table, while laying out the bowls and chopsticks, without turning her head, said: "Go wash up first."

"Oh." Wen Yu was still immersed in his stupid drunkenness, Wen Yan quickly got up, followed the instruction and turned into the bathroom.

It wasn't until he mechanically moved the toothbrush in his mouth that his thoughts suddenly caught up!

If I remember correctly...

Yesterday my little boyfriend told him...

hiss!

"Cough..." Wen Yu almost choked toothpaste into his throat, spit out the foam quickly, and rinsed his mouth with a big mouthful of water.

After washing his face again, Wen Yu, who had successfully stepped from the shadow of embarrassment to a new peak in life, walked out of the washroom refreshed and walked out of the bathroom with firm steps towards the peak of life.

The breakfast was already on the table, and the aroma of the steamed buns wafted over, making Yu's index finger twitch after just getting rid of the nutritional supplements for a few days.

Chi Jing had already seated first and was setting chopsticks.

Hearing the movement, Chi Jing glanced over here, and before Wen Yu could say anything, she calmly took out a can of something and put it on the table with a "dang".

Wen Yu's gaze was attracted by that thing, and after seeing it clearly, he stopped breathing.

The little boyfriend turned his slender knuckles, and the green soda can was displayed in front of him in all directions. The familiar packaging was clearly the beer he had seen just last night.

Seems like he still has the can left.

Everywhere is so familiar, except for the side facing him directly, a piece of red sticky note is stuck on it, and there are two large characters on it, and the pen is like a snake:

--【evidence】

"Come on, let's eat and chat."

"..."

The little boyfriend's voice was calm and gentle, pushing him into a new shadow.