Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

【Play together】

In the empty supermarket, the fluorescent tubes flickered on and off, and sometimes a few sparks appeared. The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and a few packs of expired snacks were randomly thrown on the ground.

click.

With a soft bang, someone pressed the switch on the speaker in the corner, and the explosive dance music resounded throughout the empty floor.

Youths in black military boots walked through the rows of shelves.

Rhythmic music surrounds the empty hall, accompanied by drumbeats and restless banging and roaring outside the door.

The particles in the air seemed to be driven by the rock music to vibrate together. The young man couldn't help but wriggled along with the dancing notes, and even hooked his hands at the mannequin beside him.

"Baby, come on! Let's dance!"

[... Zhang Liangshao, if you are so arrogant, you are not afraid of attracting—]

While the system was talking, several intensive and continuous gunshots came from outside the door.

The fire door on the top floor of the supermarket was shot into a sieve.

The young man's expression remained unchanged, the corners of his lips curled up, the machine gun in his hand was hung around his neck, and two bottles of dark beer were taken down from the shelf.

[Are you always attacking...] The system slowly finished the remaining half of the sentence.

[Thank you for your good words, Xiaoqi. ]

[Urgent task [The crisis is coming]: Eliminate all zombies in the supermarket, completed, rewards are being distributed...]

The fire door was pulled open from the outside.

Song Wenyao kicked a pile of corpses blocking the door, and then he barely opened the door and walked in.

There was a light whistle in the distance.

He looked up, just reaching out to catch the beer that was thrown at him.

Zhang Liangshao sat on a cardboard box, holding a gun and looking at him with a smile.

The easy-pull tab was opened with a click, and the white foam gushed out with a bang, and the two jars touched.

"Nice Job!"

Zhang Liangshao took a sip of beer, sighed contentedly, and elbowed someone beside him.

"Supermarket play, come?"

Song Wenyao glanced at him and expressed his rejection with his eyes.

Zhang Liangshao curled his lips, "It's boring."

Song Wenyao took off the VR glasses on his head, turned off the light screen in front of him, and stood up from the sofa, "If you dare to say this in the brain stealth game, I will think about it again."

Zhang Liangshao pushed his glasses to the top of his head, pretended to be silly at him, stepped on the sofa and jumped onto his back, hooked his neck, and hung up.

Song Wenyao didn't even need to reach out, he could fix himself on his back like a koala, it was so sticky that he couldn't even shake it off, so he had to carry him to the kitchen.

【Eat ice cream together】

The refrigerator was opened, and Song Wenyao took a can of real beer. Zhang Liangshao wanted to take it, but turned his arm and opened the freezer drawer and took out a box of ice cream.

"Hey, let me eat this."

Zhang Liangshao held the ice cream, and the other hand hugging someone's neck patted him on the shoulder, with his legs between his waist and commanded, "Spoon! Spoon!"

Song Wenyao had no choice but to turn around and squatted down at the disinfection cabinet. The person behind him stretched his arms and took out a spoon.

"You've gained weight recently."

Song Wenyao walked to the cooking counter and leaned back, trying to unload the "goods" behind him.

"What did you say?" Zhang Liangshao held the ice cream in one hand and the spoon in the other, strangling his neck and not moving, his tone threatening.

Song Wenyao will be afraid of him?

"I said you were heavy."

"Hmph." Zhang Liangshao glared at him, let him go and sat on the cooking table, opened the box and scooped a large spoonful of snow-white vanilla ice cream, "I'm still in puberty, this is a normal development."

Song Wenyao was kind and thoughtful, "Recently, the flesh on your stomach seems to have 'grown'."

Impossible!

Zhang Liangshao took a cold ice cream in his mouth, frowned and couldn't speak. He stuck a spoon in the ice cream and lifted his sweater for him to see.

See you, abs!

"Two pieces are missing." Song Wenyao stretched out his hand and rubbed it naturally.

"..."

Zhang Liangshao held his breath and took a big breath.

Did you see it? It's still there!

This time I saw it, it was really not easy.

Song Wenyao had had enough of touching, so he quickly put down his sweater so as not to catch a cold.

Zhang Liangshao swallowed the ice cream, let out a breath of cold air, "I can't help it, who made my home cook so delicious."

"Who is that in your family?" Song Wenyao supported his waist.

Zhang Liangshao glanced at him.

Hey, how else do you want me to praise you?

"you do not know."

"Then let me introduce you."

"There's nothing to introduce, except for being taller, more handsome, richer, living a better life, and cooking better, nothing else."

Song Wenyao raised the corners of his lips, and swallowed the ice cream that he handed to his mouth, including the spoon.

Zhang Liangshao took the spoon away, lowered his head, and used the tip of his tongue to remove the milk stains from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm... baby, you're so sweet!"

He licked his protruding little canine teeth.

Song Wenyao's eyes dimmed.

The subsequent ice cream was eaten in a different way.

【Bedtime Poems】

After Zhang Liangshao took a shower, he was curled up under the quilt in his fluffy pajamas, his face was still red from the heat.

This is what Song Wenyao saw when he came out of the bathroom.

That pajamas was brought by Zhang Liangshao from home. It is said that his mother bought it for him. I don't know if it is coral fleece or flannel.

He got on the bed from the other side and leaned against the head of the bed.

Zhang Liangshao turned off the overhead light, leaving only a dim warm yellow night light.

Like a well-behaved dormouse, he curled up and rubbed his limbs beside Song Wenyao, found a good position for himself, and put his arms around his waist.

The quilt is soft, it is always hot, the air conditioner is warm, and life is beautiful.

"I'm ready, let's start." Zhang Liangshao looked at the man expectantly with his eyes open.

Song Wenyao: "..."

Song Wenyao can speak four languages, and his imperial language has a noble and lazy aristocratic accent, which sounds lingering. Zhang Liangshao bought him an out-of-print collection of poems and asked him to read one to him every night.

He took out his glasses from the bedside table and put them on, opened the book Zhang Liangshao had given him a while ago, and began to read.

"Honey, if we were two white birds,

flying over the waves

Meteor never dies

we're tired of its brilliance

The blue stars in the twilight hang down the sky

Its gleam is already in our hearts..."

Zhang Liangshao listened and closed his eyes. When he was about to fall asleep, Song Wenyao put the book down, turned over and hugged him.

"I've finished reading, now it's your turn."

"I don't know how to do this."

"It doesn't need to be so complicated, you just need to call."

"...you pervert!"

【Friend's Blessing】

"The boss is very happy recently, when will you invite me to dinner?"

One day, after Qin Chu finished his report, he stayed to gossip.

Song Wenyao glanced at him, "How do you know?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, the smell on the body of the elementary school boy has converged with yours these two days, and it seems that the famous grass has an owner."

Seeing that the president did not object, Qin Chu hinted, "I am also a half-matchmaker. How can I say, do you have any money?"

"...off work, dinner."

Yo, really please eat!Still so expensive!

"Can you take care of your family?" Qin Chu rubbed his hands, seemingly embarrassed but shameless.

"I've already told Jiang He."

"Boss, you are such a good person. I wish you and your junior will be united forever and have a good relationship for a hundred years~"

"..."

【Graduation season】

"Let's take a picture together! One, two, three——Hello, world!"

Zhang Liangshao was wearing a bachelor's uniform, threw up his square hat, and smiled brightly.

As soon as the photoshoot was over and the graduation ceremony came to an end, Zhang Liangshao went back to find his parents, but saw them chatting with his roommate.

"Is this Youran? Are you planning to stay in school and continue your graduate studies? Oh, it's really good."

"Uncles and aunts praised the prize, Ah Liang is amazing, and he has already got the SPoffer from Blackstone."

Zhang Liangshao chatted with them for a while, and suddenly saw a familiar suspension vehicle parked by the roadside of the Great Hall, for an unknown how long.

"Mom and Dad, someone is looking for me, I'll come over later."

Zhang Liangshao greeted his family members, and trotted to the side of the suspension vehicle.

As soon as he approached, the car window moved down, and sure enough, Song Wenyao was sitting inside.

"Why are you here?" He was a little surprised, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"boarding."

Song Wenyao is considered a celebrity, and now A University is full of students, parents, and media, and it is not convenient for him to come out. Zhang Liangshao thought he would not come.

He jumped into the car, and Song Wenyao handed him a gift box and a bouquet of flowers.

"Congratulations on your graduation."

The flowers are pink roses and baby's breath. The gorgeous petals bloom in the middle of the snow-white baby's breath, which is very beautiful.

The flower language of the pink rose is first love, which ordinary people cannot give.

Zhang Liangshao rewarded him with a particularly passionate kiss.

Song Wenyao almost didn't want to let him go home.

"What's in the box?"

"cake."

Song Wenyao answered very briefly this time.

"Oh?"

Generally, this is something that is particularly powerful.

Zhang Liangshao unwrapped the package, and saw inside was a small matcha mille-feuille with cursive characters written on it.

Happygraduation, mysun. (Happy graduation, my little sun)

Zhang Liangshao dipped his finger in some cream and tasted it, then turned on the blowing power max mode, "Mmm! It's delicious! Which god made this? This taste, this aftertaste, this thing should only exist in the sky, and it's rare to taste it a few times in the world." It's so delicious, I can't do it anymore, I'm going to cry with joy."

Song Wenyao turned his head, the corners of his lips sunken, "Didn't you want to eat matcha a while ago, so I just tried it casually."

"I'll just say it! It's so delicious, my dear, you're so kind!" Zhang Liangshao gave him another matcha-flavored kiss.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Song Wenyao pushed him away, soft emotions surging in his blue eyes.

"Go, uncle and aunt are still outside."

Zhang Liangshao was reluctant to part with him, and comforted him, "I'll take a week off and come back to work officially."

Song Wenyao nodded.

"Miss me, call me."

Song Wenyao nodded again.

"I'll call you tonight and you have to answer."

Song Wenyao continued to nod.

Zhang Liangshao was about to open the car door, and finally clicked his tongue again, "Why don't I tell my parents that we will stay here for a long time..."

The two lingered and prolonged their farewell kiss for several minutes before parting again.

"Go."

Song Wenyao sat in the car, watching his Shao Shao run to his parents like a little bird holding flowers and cakes, and then left holding their hands.

【one person】

Zhang Liangshao went home.

There was only one person and one cat left in the huge villa.

Song Wenyao would video chat with Zhang Liangshao while lying in bed every night while petting the cat.

The poem recitation before going to bed has not stopped all day.

The refrigerator was full of Zhang Liangshao's favorite sweets and fruits, some were broken and some were still edible.

He only showed him the broken ones.

Lux Yao: [Broken Strawberry Picture]

Louis needs to take medicine: [panic.jpg] Oh my god!waste!Such a big guy!Why don't you eat it!

Luxyao: I don't like to eat.

Lux Yao: I tasted one, it was quite sweet.

Louis wants to take medicine: I want to take too...

Louis wants to take medicine: wants to eat strawberry souffle. [saliva.jpg]

Song Wenyao smiled, waited for a while on purpose, and sent out the picture of the dim sum that he made before.

Luxyao: [Picture] is ready.

Louis wanted to take medicine: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) [cry.jpg]

Louis wants to take medicine: Can it be shipped by air[Finger.jpg]

Lux Yao: Hey the cat.

Louis wants to take medicine: You are lying! ! !You don't give Lucy anything!

Louis wants to take medicine: [I'm dry.jpg]

Luxyao: There is also a 1L bottle of imported yogurt.

Lux Yao: It expires in four days.

Louis wants to take medicine: 1L!Just came back thirsty! [Rubbing hands.jpg]

Louis wants to take medicine: keep it for me!

……

In addition, ice cream and apples are foods that can be stored for a long time.

As he said, keep it for him.

The other half of the bed.

The other half of the sink.

The other half of the wardrobe.

The other half of the sofa.

Opposite the dining table.

Keep it all for him.

Slippers, toothbrush cups, and towels are still in their original positions.

Abandoned.

The paintings that Zhang Liangshao drew in the game have also been reproduced and hung in the bedroom, corridor and game room.

The home seemed to be filled a bit, but it was still quite empty.

Time passed very slowly.

Another day, Song Wenyao took a shower and lay on the bed, waiting for Zhang Liangshao to call.

It was connected, and the opposite side was pitch black and very quiet.

"Are you asleep?"

"Ah."

"Good night then." Song Wenyao was about to hang up.

"You have nothing to say to me?" The other side stopped him.

The man was silent for a while.

"Do you miss me?"

The young man on the opposite side asked.

"……In no mood."

Song Wenyao replied.

"Liar." A low laugh came from the other side, "I hear your heart."

"I heard you still ask."

Miss ferments in every minute and every second.

After laughing, the young man's tone returned to his sincerity, and he said seriously, "I think so too."

The man frowned for three seconds.

"The main reason is whether the yogurt can still be drunk."

"...I fell."

"No way!"

"..."

"Hey, don't be angry, I'm just kidding, I really miss you so much."

"..."

"I have specially prepared a surprise for you."

"Ok?"

"Go downstairs and open the door to see it."

Song Wenyao's heart floated lightly, like a hot air balloon.

He shrank the dark light screen in front of him, turned over and got out of bed, went downstairs, and opened the door.

The young man stood outside the door, wearing a loose white shirt and jeans, sitting on a large silver suitcase with his back facing him. Hearing the movement, he turned around, looked up at him, and smiled.

It was a pitch-black night, and the surrounding scenery was gloomy, only under the shadow of the street lamp at the door, the young man's face was as bright as before.

He handed him a large bunch of bright red Chinese roses in his hand.

"I'm back, Yaoyao."

(End of the article)

The author has something to say: Acknowledgments: