strange lover

Sheng Songyang's way of solving problems has always been very simple, Lou Yuanyuan is unwilling to speak, okay, then he will force him to speak; Lou Yuanyuan tells him the truth, okay, then he will force him to speak.Anyway, everyone was already standing in front of him, so he could do whatever he wanted.

As far as Lou Yuanyuan is concerned, Sheng Songyang is more like a savior to him. It is he who forcefully pulls him out of a bottomless dry well so that he can see the light of day again.It's just that Sheng Songyang's pulling speed was a bit too fast, Lou stayed at the bottom of the well for too long, and couldn't accept the bright sunshine outside for a while.

The young man stared at the dumbfounded look in front of him, and heaved a long sigh in his heart. He also didn't think about it. Since everyone treats you well, then you can keep it. After all, you won't be the one who suffers. Yuan's pitiful expression always made him feel that he had done something sinful and wrong.

The most deadly thing is that I really only eat his way.

"Let's go," Sheng Songyang didn't expect what kind of answer he would give, "Go to school."

"Oh..." Lou Yuanyuan stuffed the last puff into his mouth in a panic, and then stumbled to keep up with Sheng Songyang's footsteps.

If anything travels the fastest in schools, it's gossip and gossip.Lou Yuanyuan didn't even enter the school gate, and the news that "Lou Yuanyuan hired two gangsters to send Zhang Hong to the hospital" has spread all over the sky.

Because Lou didn't have a mobile phone far away, Sheng Songyang gave him the mobile phone he was using all the time and used another spare phone for himself.When the two arrived at the gate of Ruian High School, Sheng Songyang told him with a straight face, "The first star number in this phone's address book is me. If you have anything to do, send me a text message. Send me once in class, and after class is over." Send it to me once, once during meals, and once after school. I put the house key in the innermost bag of my schoolbag, and I leave school later than you, so remember to go home by yourself."

Lou Yuanyuan, male, sixteen years old, is studying in the first semester of senior high school. The first-year students of Ruian High School have eight classes a day. Lou Yuanyuan counts on his fingers how many messages he has to send. It was found that ten fingers were not enough.

So he asked, thinking that Sheng Songyang didn't mean every class when he said that class was on and off: "Is it... to send you four text messages?"

"No," Sheng Songyang immediately overturned his guess, "How many classes do you have a day?"

"Eight quarters."

"That's sixteen plus twenty, a total of eighteen."

"I... forgot what to do?"

How could Sheng Songyang allow him to forget: "If you forget, write a 500-word self-criticism when you get home at night, write 500 if you forget one, and 1000 if you forget two, and so on, there is no limit."

Lou Yuanyuan's small face wrinkled into a ball: "Ah... 500 words... a lot..."

“Have a hard time texting me?”

"I'm afraid I'll forget..."

"That's your business."

It may be because Sheng Songyang has often done things that are cold-faced but nice to you since the two met. Although Lou Yuanyuan is still timid about him, he will actually fight a little bit because of these behaviors: "Yangyang elder brother......"

"Hurry up and go to class." Sheng Songyang was worried that his acting like a baby would soften his heart, so he immediately stopped the topic, "What time is it?"

"Oh..." The boy bowed his head sullenly, turned and left sullenly.

Lou Yuanyuan arrived at the classroom just in time for the last class in the morning. His classmates also heard about the historical event that Lou Yuanyuan created at the school gate in the morning. The moment he entered the door, everyone's eyes on him became Strange up.

He sits at the end of the first row. Everyone has a deskmate, but he doesn’t have one. The back door is just behind his buttocks. On weekdays, when a few restless boys in the class come in through the back door, they will tease him from time to time— —Sometimes they kicked his stool, sometimes they shook his desk, and more often, they would throw empty drink bottles like basketballs directly on the back of the head far away from the building, and compete for who was the best according to the hit rate It is No.1.

Lou Yuanyuan didn't know that he had already become the focus. He sat down on the seat with his head down as usual. A girl in the front row turned her head and asked him tentatively, "Lou Yuanyuan? Who is that boy at the door this morning?"

The girl's name is Su Ziying, and she has a very standard beauty face. At least half of the boys in the class are secretly in love with her.Lou glanced at the class schedule on the blackboard from a distance, and was very surprised at Su Ziying's initiative to talk to him, after all, girls like this always disdain to talk to him.He opened his mouth softly, and asked back: "Ah... Which one are you talking about..."

Su Ziying seemed to be very clear about what happened a few hours ago: "The one who didn't dye her hair, the one who did it first."

Lou Yuanyuan was a little surprised why she asked these questions: "You mean brother Yangyang?"

"Brother Yangyang? You said his name is Yangyang?"

"No..." Lou Yuanyuan shook his head and answered honestly, "His name is Sheng Songyang."

"Sheng Songyang..." Su Ziying blinked her eyes, as if hiding what she wanted to say, "Which school does he belong to?"

"do not know......"

"Don't you know him?"

"I......"

The class bell rang on time, and the English class was the head teacher's class. Su Ziying turned her head angrily, and was about to ask about the details after the get out of class was over.

Lou Yuanyuan remembered Sheng Songyang's warning. He put the English book on the desk, then took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag, and secretly texted the star number in the address book under the desk.

[Class is on, English class. 】

Lou Yuan didn't know if Sheng Songyang was on his way to his school, but it didn't affect his reply to the text message in seconds: [Got it. 】

He touched the keypad of his phone and thought for a while before deciding to tell Sheng Songyang: [Su Ziying from our class just asked you. 】

【What's the meaning? 】

[She asked me what your name is, Brother Yangyang, do you know her? 】

【female? 】

【correct. 】

[What else did she ask? 】

[She asked me what school you were from, but I didn't tell her because I didn't know...]

[I'm from No. [-] Middle School. 】

【Ah...then I'll tell her after class!She looks like she's in a hurry! 】

The text message paused here for a while, Lou Yuanyuan's presence was not high in the first place, and the homeroom teacher didn't care where he went after missing three classes in the morning.Not long after, the phone vibrated in the palm of his hand, and Lou Yuanyuan lowered his eyes and saw the text message replied by Sheng Songyang.

[Write a 5000-word review after school. 】

Soon the phone vibrated again: [If you tell that woman, add 5000 words. 】