The delicate heartthrob is a black lotus

This Jiang Yiyuan really did not change his mind, it seemed that this matter had to be dealt with as soon as possible.

So, Zong Yu went to find Jiang Yiyuan that night.

"Who the hell is it? Knocking on the door is like urging the soul."

The moment Jiang Yiyuan saw Zong Yu after opening the door, he was taken aback for a moment, and immediately put on a smiling face, turning his attitude 180 degrees.

Zong Yu actually took the initiative to find him, it seems that stimulating Yu Wanzhou was really right.

Jiang Yiyuan enthusiastically invited Zong Yu into his dormitory. His roommate went home tonight, and God helped him.

"Don't stand by the door, it's hot outside, it's cooler in the room with the air conditioner."

Zong Yu glanced at Jiang Yiyuan, and walked in without hesitation, carrying a bag in his hand.

Jiang Yiyuan had just taken a shower, and his hair hadn't been dried yet. The water droplets from the ends of his hair slid down the skin attached to the ends of his hair all the way to his collarbone.

Seeing Zong Yu staring at his collarbone, Jiang Yiyuan pulled Long's open collar unnaturally, a blush appeared on his face.

"you……"

Before the words could be spoken, Zong Yu interrupted.

Zong Yu raised his dark eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and two small dimples loomed: "You like tattoos very much."

Now Zong Yu is not as cold as usual, and his smile looks more like a warm spring.

Jiang Yiyuan was fascinated by watching it for a moment, and subconsciously responded.

I saw that Jiang Yiyuan was a little abnormal, but Zong Yu didn't care so much. After all, he had finally bargained for this set of tools from the system. It cost him 5% of his willpower, and there was only one hour of use. .

He had read the manual before he came, and the operation is very simple, especially easy to use, just like the system said, you can learn it once you learn it.

"Then I'll give you an exclusive tattoo?"

Jiang Yiyuan came to his senses after realizing it, and when he heard this, he immediately exploded, tightly tightened his collar, and expressed doubts about Zong Yu's words: "You still know how to get tattoos?"

"Ah."

Jiang Yiyuan didn't believe it at first, until Zong Yu poured out the contents of the bag he was carrying. It was indeed full of tattoo props, but he had never seen such a pattern before, if it wasn't for the brightly written "Exclusive props for professional tattoo artists", he suspected that Zong Yu was here to murder him.

Zong Yu put the props aside and motioned Jiang Yiyuan to sit down.

"Didn't you discuss tattoos with Yu Wanzhou yesterday?"

Jiang Yiyuan always felt that Zong Yu was messing around, until he heard this sentence, he didn't remember that he did tell Yu Wanzhou yesterday that he would engrave Zong Yu's name on his collarbone.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, Zong Yu just said to get him an exclusive one, maybe that is what he meant.

Getting a tattoo is not a big deal, as long as it can break up Yu Wanzhou and the others, the worst thing is to wash off the tattoo after the matter is done.

"Yeah." After speaking, he sat on his armchair, put his long legs on the table, and looked like he was being bullied.

Seeing Jiang Yiyuan so obedient, Zong Yu was taken aback for a moment, he thought it was necessary to use violence to control violence.

The tattooing process is only slightly painful, and occasionally Zong Yu's fingertips feel slightly cool when touched, just as comfortable as the cool breeze blowing on the face in summer.

Jiang Yiyuan couldn't help squinting his eyes. He looked at Zong Yu who was seriously tattooing him, and his eyes gradually softened.

Perhaps, this tattoo can be washed off later.

After a while, the tattoo was healed. Jiang Yiyuan felt that the area of ​​the tattoo was a little bigger, probably taking up half of his collarbone.

The word "Zong Yu" doesn't need to take up much space. Even the pinyin is not very long. Maybe Zong Yu even engraved his name on it.

"Zong Yu loves Jiang Yiyuan"?

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiyuan's cheeks burned again.

Hold!I didn't expect Zong Yu to be so shameless.

"I don't think I can see what it looks like now, but it will be fine tomorrow morning."

Seeing Zong Yu's calm face, Jiang Yiyuan coughed unnaturally.

"Ah."

He didn't recover until Zong Yu left.

This progress is too fast, it is not dared to write in the book, it seems that Zong Yu has been coveting him for a long time.

Until the next morning, Jiang Yiyuan woke up suddenly. He suffered from insomnia last night. Looking at the time, it was almost time for the first class, and today's first class was for the old man in mathematics. The math teacher and his father If he is late, the old man will tell his father, and his father will arrest him again.

Jiang Yiyuan quickly washed up, and rushed directly to the classroom. Fortunately, he was fast, and entered the classroom with the bell ringing. By the way, he quietly caught up in the classroom. After all, he suffered from insomnia last night, and his mind was full of Zong Yu's smiling face, even dreaming that Zong Yu was going to kiss him, was really dazed.

However, when he was doing exercises this morning, he finally found out that something was wrong, why everyone was looking at him, to be precise, staring at his neck, and there was still an expression of wanting to smile but not daring to laugh.

Jiang Yiyuan looked down, but didn't find anything strange, but suddenly recalled that Zong Yu had tattooed him.

It's possible that these people thought his behavior was too stupid.

After the dissolution, Lai San ran towards Jiang Yiyuan.

"Brother Yuan, you..." Before Lai San finished speaking, his eyes fell on Jiang Yiyuan's collarbone, and he said with a suppressed smile, "Brother, when did you get this tattoo? Is it popular now? ?”

Jiang Yiyuan glanced sideways, and frowned in displeasure: "I like doing your shit."

Lai Sanqiang held back his smile: "My Brother Yuan's tattoo looks good and is fashionable."

Looking at the strange eyes of the people around him, Jiang Yiyuan finally couldn't help asking: "What's with this tattoo?"

After all, he was so busy this morning that he didn't have time to watch.

Lai San immediately showed a look of surprise: "Brother Yuan, you don't even know what your own tattoos are, what about blind patterns?"

"Stop talking bullshit."

Lai San licked the corner of his mouth lightly, and took a closer look, blushing and said solemnly: "I have a tattoo of a big green bastard, go home?"

Listening to Lai San's description, Jiang Yiyuan's face sank a little, and it was as dark as the bottom of a pot in an instant.

"Hold!"

He directly kicked Lai San who was holding back his laughter, and walked towards the classroom of class three with a dark face while buttoning his buttons.

He kicked on the back door of class three with a bang, and looked at the talking and laughing people at the table by the window fiercely.

"Zong Yu, get the fuck out of here!"

Zong Yu, who was discussing the topic, looked up at Jiang Yiyuan, and immediately understood what was going on.

When Gao Dian in the front row heard Jiang Yiyuan's furious scream, he immediately stood up. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight Jiang Yiyuan when he was stopped by Zong Yu .

"Don't worry, he and I just didn't deal with some trivial matters."

Then he patted Yu Wanzhou on the shoulder again.

Yu Wanzhou raised her eyes and smiled at him, obediently stepped aside, while the fingers on her side slowly curled up.

Seeing Zong Yu approaching, Jiang Yiyuan directly reached out and grabbed his collar, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"What the hell do you mean?"

Zong Yu was very calm: "Let go of your hand, or do you want to fight here, I don't mind performing a shoulder throw for everyone."

Jiang Yiyuan: "..."

Seeing Zong Yu's expression of doing what he said, Jiang Yiyuan gritted his teeth, let go of his hand bitterly, then grabbed Zong Yu's arm, and pulled him to a corner where no one was around.

The anger was burning in his eyes: "What do you mean by such a tattoo?" He said and pointed to the position of his neckline.

Zong Yu withdrew his hand in displeasure, looked at Shang Jiang Yiyuan's eyes that seemed to be on fire, and said flatly, "That's for you."

But after hearing this sentence, Jiang Yiyuan didn't know what he thought of, the anger in his heart gradually faded, and he was full of helplessness, and even his tone softened.

"So, you are a bastard?"

Zong Yu frowned slightly in surprise, he really underestimated Jiang Yiyuan's brain power.

He said coldly: "The abbreviation of your name is written on the bastard's head, you didn't take a good look at it? And the tattoo means that the bastard is home."

He even suspected that if he didn't say it, Jiang Yiyuan, a fool, probably wouldn't be able to understand the meaning.

Hearing this explanation, Jiang Yiyuan was so angry that he turned a corner and scolded him emotionally. His whole body was instantly like a ignited oil barrel that was only about to explode on the spot. He yelled at Zongyu: "You are fucking sick! Ah, wash it off for me!"

Zong Yu was also unhappy now, and replied impatiently: "I have just learned the technique of tattooing. If you want to wash it, you should find a professional."

"Of course, I can also punch you so that you can't see anything." He said and showed his fist.

Ever since Jiang Yiyuan experienced the fighting style of Zong Yu and Yu Wanzhou, he no longer wanted to fight these two people. After all, it would seriously lose his self-confidence.

It's just that he can't figure it out.

"Are you prone to domestic violence?"

As soon as Zong Yu heard this, his mind couldn't turn around in an instant. He really couldn't keep up with Jiang Yiyuan's jumping thinking.

Putting aside domestic violence, Zong Yu asked instead: "Am I in the same family as you?"

It would be Jiang Yiyuan's turn to be stunned, and said in a daze, "Don't you like me?"

Zong Yu: "..."

Was Jiang Yiyuan dizzy?

"Who the hell likes you, a irascible man with handles." Too lazy to continue to argue with Jiang Yiyuan, Zong Yu only left one sentence at the end, "Stop approaching Yu Wanzhou in the future, or I will beat you once I see you .”

Looking at Zong Yu walking away, most of the flames on Jiang Yiyuan's body disappeared in an instant, and he withered a lot.

It turned out that Zong Yu didn't like him at all.

It's just that Yu Wanzhou is also in charge, why should he.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yiyuan angrily kicked the trash can next to him.

After this incident, Jiang Yiyuan went directly to the tattoo shop next to the school to have his tattoo removed. The strange thing is, the broken tattoo couldn't be washed off. It didn't lose any color, but the more it was washed, the more colorful it became, which made him so angry half dead.

"It's really weird. I'm obviously very professional in business, so why can't I wash it off?" Even the boss frowned, and finally put away the tools and sighed.

"Young man, why don't you want to get this thing tattooed on such a beautiful collarbone, even if you are emotionally hurt, don't ruin your collarbone like this."

Jiang Yiyuan: "..."

After that, Jiang Yiyuan went to Zong Yu to question him again. Unexpectedly, the two fought again. His collar was torn by Zong Yu, and the green bastard on his collarbone was so careless. exposed.

This product is absolutely deliberate!

Looking at Zong Yu who was leaving in a cool manner, Jiang Yiyuan called Lai San with a dark face: "It's at the corner next to the back door of the school, bring me a high-necked dress, hurry up!"

After speaking, he hung up the phone angrily.

Lai San hesitated to speak: "..." I had no choice but to run back to the dormitory and grab a turtleneck.

"Big summer, why don't you get this kind of turtleneck for me? Can you use your brain?" Jiang Yiyuan threw the turtleneck, which was estimated to be worn only in autumn, on Lai San's body, his lungs almost exploded.

Lai San held on to the clothes steadily, and stood there with an aggrieved face: "Just as I was about to ask you, you hung up the phone. I didn't know what the clothes were for at the time?"

He thought about everything, but he never thought that Jiang Yiyuan would wear it.

Jiang Yiyuan: "..."

In the afternoon, the sun was scorching, and the turtlenecks walking on the campus, no, Jiang Yiyuan walking on the campus was particularly eye-catching.It's just that the violent aura exuded from this person made him dare not let anyone approach him, so everyone could only whisper timidly.

By coincidence, at the corner, Jiang Yiyuan met Yu Wanzhou who had just returned from moving books.

Looking at Jiang Yiyuan's late autumn attire, Yu Wanzhou couldn't help but hesitate.

Jiang Yiyuan was furious, but he couldn't beat Yu Wanzhou, so he gave him a vicious look, and said something inexplicable as he passed by.

"Things with handles."

Lai San, who silently followed Jiang Yiyuan, couldn't help secretly poking at Jiang Yiyuan's lower body.

Yu Wanzhou: "..."