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Zhou Fan No.1 Said, Silently Killing Series

001

My name is Zhou Fan, with attributes of BI, .[-], and sw, and I am an ordinary trainer.There are no advantages, but he is handsome and talkative, and he is lucky to have five slaves at the same time.

I also have a very extraordinary friend who is my childhood sweetheart.

My friend's name is Yang Chiyu, and his English name is Young. He lost a bet with me on the phone three years ago, and got a bad name, Yuchi Yang.

We have been in the same class since elementary school and he loves desserts and spas and is afraid of ghosts.

Young is afraid of ghosts!Important things need to be emphasized again.

Why the emphasis?

Because he retaliated against me, whipped me and hung me upside down on the outside of the air conditioner. I want to take this opportunity to expose his softness when he was a child and his current personality.

When I was only in elementary school, there was an organization in the school to learn farmers. Young got up at night to go to the bathroom, mistook the mop in the bathroom window for the hair of a female ghost, and came back crying, crying to other boys for help.But they said that there is no ghost in this materialistic world.

That being said, Young managed to mobilize the fear in a group of furkids.As a person who loves catching caterpillars with bare hands, telling ghost stories, and always flattering the head teacher in class, I was betrayed by my classmates and accompanied Young to the toilet.

Young was reluctant because I liked telling ghost stories and the braids of the pretty girls in my class, and he'd always hated me.But he was too frightened, and grabbed my hem along the way.

That was also when he was the cutest.

When I arrived at the men's room, I opened the window, picked up the moldy mop hanging outside, and told him that this was the guy from the school staff mopping the floor, not A Piao, so rest assured to sleep.Even if there are ghosts, I can beat them away with a [-]-degree black belt in Taekwondo.

I made up the black belt in Taekwondo, and I didn't have a hundred paragraphs that are ridiculous, but I still remember Young's starry eyes at that time, as if I was the most handsome and brave person in the world.

After this clichéd and embarrassing "hero saves the beauty" story, the two of us were able to become friends who have lost our relationship for more than 20 years.

He is the only son of a typical real estate owner, and the second generation ancestor with a somewhat arrogant personality.

But my parents' relationship broke down, and they both cheated, leaving me three years old and running away, and I have been fostered by my single aunt's house since then.Auntie helps people look after small shops, and earns little. Sometimes she brings odd handicrafts back home to earn extra money. I will weave vegetable baskets with rattan together with her, and she always slaps me on the back of the head if we weave crookedly.

After Young was scolded by his father, he would come over and weave baskets with me. He really didn’t have the talent for this, and the baskets would always become oddly shaped, like anything other than baskets, but my aunt, Yan Kong, never made one. he.

Jealousy made me unrecognizable.

Young usually gets tired after weaving for a while. He supported his face to watch me work, touched the hand bubbles on the knuckles of my aunt and me, and said that he would give me money so that we would not have to work so hard.Of course I want money, the more the better, I even want to ask Young to take care of me.

But Auntie didn't want it, and Young never mentioned it again.

My aunt misunderstood me, and Young and I almost turned our friendship into a cold py trading relationship.

002

It stands to reason that our family conditions are very different, and we can break up if we say goodbye, but Young never minds, plus his grades are good, and he is also willing to teach others to do the questions. I flew with him in the middle school entrance examination and college entrance examination. I have performed supernormally, and my grades are only a few points worse than his. I have been in the same school from elementary school to university.

There are also many straight men who guess that we are a couple.

Don't believe me, the straight guy has always been lame, and I haven't even touched his hand.

Young failed to tell the good news that he and I were both admitted to Xinyi University to the person he wanted to share the most, because his mother was gone, which made Young's father very angry.

At this time, the benefits of my parents cheating on each other and running away early are reflected.

My family is indifferent, and I will not be sad for such an impossible thing, even if someone tells me that my parents are dead, I will not be too sad.

But there are also disadvantages. I don't know how to comfort Fa Xiao. Since the mop incident in elementary school, he has been helping me, and I rarely have the opportunity to help him.

Under my messy comfort, Young miraculously recovered, and the thorns all over his body became sharper.

I especially like people with soft personalities, but Young grows more and more crooked.

In fact, I also have moments when I fell in love with him, thinking that my bamboo horse is so cute, and I miss him, but most of the time, I just feel that I can hide if I can't provoke him, as long as I want to keep my dick.

As an adult, Young has almost awakened his weird sexual fetishes with my front and rear feet. He is no longer the little beauty who can refute others with a blushing face.

Half of it is his father Yang Yong's fault, and the other half is his own fabrication.

Laziness and bad temper are the original sins. Later, the solid gun who endured him for countless days and nights also became 0 and ran away.

I'm really afraid that Young is going crazy. No matter how bad a person is, he still has the right to live a good life, not to mention that Young is actually a very cute guy.

Everyone's definition of a good life is different. For me, it means playing in the world, playing a few more times, and one day dying surrounded by beauties. There is nothing better. If they are willing to cry for me, I could be so good that I cum in the grave.

I've never been able to figure out Young's thoughts on sexuality, though.

During this period, I fully mobilized my strengths, gave Young a channel to vent, and brought him into the training circle.

I finally helped Young. Although it was a bad move, it was better than nothing.

He overwhelmed me in popularity again, and I witnessed his growth along the way, just like my decline.

Fortunately, he retired from the sm circle, leaving me alone with a radiant face, carefree and happy.

Being suppressed by him for too long, I took five slaves in one go, and found a legendary dom to take me as a sub, defeating him in terms of numbers and attributes.

Ah, cool.

To sum up, the ordinary me was beaten by ordinary young people in my extraordinary Young's house, bound upside down by the ordinary tortoise shell, and I was in the middle of an ordinary death, accepting the blessings of rich women who passed by. Onlookers.

The reason why I said so much is nothing special is because Young and his boyfriend beat me too hard, which broke my three views.

My slaves are on strike, so I can only wait for my master Ace to rescue me.

Although I complained in my heart, I didn't really mean to say Young was bad.

Regarding what I did to make him fly into a rage, I think I should not dare to do it again.

After all, Nanako's fist hurts much more than Young's, and every punch hits my eye socket.

He's cute and brutal, just like Young.

There was a comment before that I was curious about Zhou Fan, so I wrote about him in a special episode.