reverse crush

When Pei Zhenyan was in junior high school, he calculated that he received more love letters than Lu Zhi at the same time. Of course, this result was more or less affected by the personality factors of the two, but anyway, in terms of popularity with the opposite sex, he would not Lost to Lu Zhi.

Today's Journey to the West group was just out of a momentary comparison mentality, but the speaker didn't care about the listener, and Pei Zhenyan remembered that unpleasant past for the second time today, which made him very angry.

It was very hot, so I went to the corridor to find fault with Class Seven.

The reason was that I saw a cockroach crawling from the back door of Class [-] into the front door of Class [-].

Made up, of course.

Anyway, in order to find out what's going on in the other's class as soon as possible, the seventh class never closes the back door, and the eighth class never closes the front door.

In this case, the seventh class is at a disadvantage, because it is easy to be invaded by the supervisory team without knowing it, and many electronic products in their class have been sacrificed in this way.

It was raining today, and there was rain in the corridor brought by the wind. There were not many students outside, but the hearts of Class [-] and Class [-] were not afraid of the wind and rain, and the two ends of the [-]th line converged in a short while. Start a group of students.

Xiong Dafen at the back door of Class [-] was copying his homework, and when he heard a fight started outside, he was so anxious that he stretched his neck to listen to the movement while drawing ghostly symbols. While pretending to be a ghost, if you have the ability to check the corridor surveillance."

"What surveillance are you still checking?" Pei Zhenyan said "Tsk" twice at Xiong Da's messy desk, "Obviously, it came out of your drawer."

His nose and cheekbones were flushed red, and his face, which was already thick and peachy, was even more pink, and his voice was lazy and careless under the influence of his nasal voice.

Xiong Da stared blankly for two seconds, and then realized that he had named him by name, and couldn't help jumping up: "If you have a cold, you come out to provoke trouble with frozen bones. If you don't catch a cold, whoever catches it deserves it!"

Lu just came back from the toilet, and the corridor was still full of noise and noise. Pei Zhenyan stood surrounded by a group of boys with his school uniform open, letting the rain and mist be blown by the wind in gusts, blowing his head and back, but he didn't have a cold. The consciousness of taking a good rest.

He doesn't talk much, and only occasionally says a word or two, but once he says it, he can piss people off.

This scene inexplicably reminded Lu only of the way this person provoked Lu Xiaomao. He obviously had a crushing chance of winning, but he was reluctant to give it a good time. He insisted on cutting his flesh with a blunt knife to prolong the pleasure of torturing his opponent.As usual, Lu Zhi would not participate in these boring quarrels, but this time it was a little different. He walked to the back door and closed the door to isolate the noise from the outside.

There was a lot of noise when the door was closed, which attracted everyone's attention. He returned to his seat, leaned on the table with his pillow arm, and wrote the message "I'm going to sleep, don't disturb me" in every strand of hair.

Class Seven unilaterally declared a truce.

"Is this cowardly?" The Great Sage was not yet fully entertained.

"Protecting national treasures is everyone's responsibility." Xiong Da glanced at the thin sweater under Pei Zhenyan's school uniform, "It's not like you, No. 1 doesn't feel sorry for freezing to death."

It was only then that everyone in Class [-] noticed that Pei Zhenyan was wearing thin clothes, and hurriedly zipped him up.

The Great Sage is thin and weak, unable to fit into a group of wolf-like boys, so he can only worry on the sidelines: "Zip the zipper, zip the zipper. If anyone takes advantage of the opportunity to mess around, don't blame me for turning my face and denying people!"

As soon as the seventh class left, the eighth class also scattered like birds and beasts.

Although the air in the classroom is cloudy, it is at least warm.

As the morning passed, Pei Zhenyan's cold became more serious, and when he came back from the cafeteria with a top-heavy head, he lay down on the table listlessly.

"Fuck, what is this? For Pei Zhenyan?" Dasheng yelled from his seat, "Who's younger sister is so shy that she dare not sign her name."

Hearing his name, Pei Zhenyan looked subconsciously. Dasheng was holding a box of cold medicine and read the words on the box.

Emotional issues are an everlasting hot topic in the student days, and booing and speculation erupted in the classroom.

Pei Zhenyan took the medicine, the handwriting on it was delicate and elegant, and it could be seen that it was written by a girl.

Still, he had a little unrealistic hope.

What if Lu Zhi gave the medicine?

In the afternoon, when he was going to take the evening study leave, he took advantage of Tang Ning's cousin and asked Tang Ning to turn on the surveillance video of the classroom.

The turnaround didn't happen.

The medicine was indeed delivered by a strange girl who was wearing the school uniform of the first year of high school, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity in the charm of her gestures.

Pei Zhenyan thought for a long time but couldn't remember where he had seen her.

According to the agreement, Pei Zhenyan went to Pei Zhengna to spend the weekend after school, and Pei Zheng took him to meet his fiancée for dinner on Saturday.

Pei Zheng's new girlfriend is called Lu Xi. She is 35 years old. She is divorced and her children belong to her ex-husband. She has a medium appearance and looks virtuous and caring for her family. She is a completely different type from Tang Wanyue.

It was exactly the same as Pei Zhenyan's prediction.

When Lu Xi and Pei Zhenyan met for the first time, they couldn't fault each other. They were polite in everything and tried their best to find topics to enliven the atmosphere, which gave Pei enough face.

On the way home, Pei Zheng asked Pei Zhenyan, "What do you think of Aunt Lu?"

"Very good, it suits you." Pei Zhenyan said.

"Really?"

"real."

Pei Zheng touched the back of his head in relief: "I'm afraid you don't like her."

"How could it be?" Pei Zhenyan laughed.

It was night, and Pei Zhenyan was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep.

After hesitating for a while, he sent a text message to Lu Zhi: "How is Pei Qian?"

He knew that Pei Qian must be fine, but Lu Zhi had already told him if anything happened.

The cat is with Lu Jian, whenever Lu Jian wants to talk to him, he can find countless fresh, natural and unaffected reasons as the opening remarks.

But now he wants to talk to someone very much, and this person should be Lu only, and it can only be Lu only.

In fact, he found out that ever since he and Lu Zhi became in this ambiguous state, he became a bit of a cheap addict, making excuses over and over again to rush back, betting on whether Lu Zhi would give him positive feedback.

Imassage can see the input status of the other party. He saw three dots popping up in the dialog box on Lu Zhi's side. After a while, Lu Zhi replied: "Very good."

The two words are cold and indifferent, obviously don't want to talk more.

Lost the bet.

Pei Zhenyan fell into a round of self-contempt and self-condemnation, and he didn't know how many times he swore to never talk to Lu Zhi again, even if Lu Zhi took the initiative to find him.

A generation of cold war kings has been reduced to this field, and one can only lament the impermanence of the world.

The phone vibrated, another message came.

Lu Zhi: "Did you have dinner with your stepmother tonight?"

In another village, Pei Zhenyan's mood was so bright that he couldn't remember what vow he made half a minute ago.

A quick reply: "Yeah"

Lu Zhi: "What's your stepmother's last name?"

In the evening, Lu Ningshuang brought food to Lu Zhi as usual to clean up. Halfway through tidying up Lu Zhi's room, she received a call from her cousin. Lu Ningshuang's cousin's daughter got divorced a few years ago. Recently, it is said that she found a new boyfriend. Today she is having dinner with her stepson. It is said that it is difficult to be a stepmother. The seven aunts and eight aunts of the family are very concerned about the battle tonight, and they all agree that if the stepson is difficult, the family will not be able to marry, and it will definitely be difficult to marry.

Lu Ningshuang was not in the mood for hygiene for the time being, so she chatted with her mobile phone:

"Oh, is it, easy to get along with? That's good, that's good."

"That's true. Boys aged seventeen or eighteen are in the rebellious period. They don't see anything at first sight. Fortunately, they don't have to live together."

"How beautiful?... Really, isn't it that the father is not very good-looking? It must be because the mother is a beauty to give birth to such a good-looking son."

"Then why is such a beautiful ex-wife willing to divorce?"

Lu is not familiar with this cousin who has been separated for several generations, and he has no interest in gossip, but Lu Ningshuang can't help but be in high spirits, and a few words drift into his ears from time to time.

All the details were connected together, and a bold guess suddenly popped up in Lu Zhi's mind.

Pei Zhenyan:

"Same name as you"

"What's wrong, don't say you know each other"

It can't be such a coincidence, Pei Zhenyan waited for a while, waiting for Lu Zhi's reply:

"...my cousin"

Grass.Pei Zhenyan sipped old blood.

A series of generations.