canine boyfriend

Before the call ended, the man said a few more words, but the boy didn't care to listen at all, and for some reason, his mind was always focused on the word teacher...

After a while, the head teacher came in for evening self-study, and told everyone to pay attention to the balance between work and rest. The young man touched his nose, which was bleeding a lot, and really didn't know if he had won the lottery before the exam, or if he was unlucky and got beaten.The classmates in the classroom were checking for omissions and filling in the vacancies. The boy looked at their lowered heads and felt that he should also do something.

The teacher is still up there, so he has to put on a show... Although he has nothing to check and fill in the gaps, the boy still took out his book and imagined what it would be like if the people on the podium were replaced by men.

If that's the case... I don't have to go to class. The full score of the college entrance examination is 750. After three years of study, I estimate that the test is 75. I will use all my energy to look at the teacher's round buttocks.The boy rubbed his nose again, fearing that some unsatisfactory blood would flow out again.

When the bell rang for the end of the evening self-study, the boy was the first to run out from the back door with his schoolbag in his hand. Before leaving, his deskmate was still memorizing vocabulary.He didn't have time to review today, so he rushed back to the rented house to get things.The house was in a mess, and he didn't care about it. He first took the men's usual toiletries and tableware, then sorted a small box, and took some men's changes of clothes and pure cotton underwear.

There is no way to go back to his home, and now he thinks about that villa, which makes him sick.Right there, my father had lied to the man for ten years, ruined him so much that he couldn't even fight, and still didn't let him go.

When the packing was finished, the boy grabbed the small suitcase and packed his schoolbag and got into the car, like a rebellious high school student who ran away from home.Before he had time to ask the man how he got to his grandfather's house, the man was in a hurry to hang up the phone just now, as if it was inconvenient to talk.But it doesn't matter, the old bastard started his career entirely from his mother's connections, and most of his mother's connections are students from his grandfather's side. Back then, he just gave his grandfather and grandma a face and helped that white-eyed wolf.

So the old bastard didn't dare to mess with Taishan, and he definitely wouldn't go to their house to make trouble.Thinking of this, the young man had to feel a little bit of hatred, the estrangement of blood relationship and the fact that blood is thicker than water were fighting.Those are my family members, elders, as long as I am subdued and please them, maybe they will accept me.

But the boy couldn't do it.He couldn't understand what the old couple did. They watched their daughter die and didn't do anything, didn't deal with the idiot son-in-law, and didn't deal with that damned man for so many years.

And I didn't... I contacted myself, I never asked myself if I was doing well.It was as if this grandson of himself was like a child who disappeared and did not exist.

Annoyed, the boy took out his phone and swiped Weibo to distract himself.His Weibo account is like a trumpet of a zombie account, with nothing, and his profile picture is just a dog on the side of the road.At that time, he thought the dog was very funny. After the filming, the dog was taken home by the owner, and he wandered around like an unwanted person.There are not many people who follow. He likes cars, so he just looks at the photos of sports cars. It's just because the man is about to participate in the competition, so he followed the official account of the singing competition.

This was unbelievable, and the homepage flashed a series of news on the official account to create momentum for the group stage.The boy entered the comments curiously, and there were thousands of comments saying the same thing, all of them were fans of the singer.

The boy understood that some young singers were airborne directly, and there were quite a few of them.The fans already know the news, and they are all gearing up and ready to cheer.Now the young man is dumbfounded, what is this?Banknote ability or number of people?If this is the case, the man who has been silent for ten years will definitely lose.And lost miserably.

He... he doesn't have any fans at all.The boy immediately searched for the man's name, but he probably couldn't find it. He had never seen a man play social software, and the old bastard wiped out all his world.But I didn't expect that he really found it. I don't know if it's true or not, but it's the man's name anyway.

No authentication, just a selfie, the face of a man from ten years ago.Ten years ago, the platform had just started to operate, and no one found the man's account, and now there are only more than 2 fans left.

Of the more than 2 miles, it is estimated that [-] are zombie fans, and the rest are unaccounted for.Looking at other stars, the comparison is tragic... This is not good, the young man holds the phone seriously with both hands, and starts to study.

There was a bit of a traffic jam on the road, and when he started to get hungry, he just arrived. The boy put his schoolbag and small boxes back to the chain hotel, and then went to stand at the entrance of the community.He didn't have a key card, so he had to wait for someone to pick him up. Ten minutes later, he saw a man running in an apron with a flushed face.

"Why is it so late? Your grandpa and grandma are waiting anxiously." The man wiped his sweat with his hands.

"There's a traffic jam." The boy pouted with a bruise on his nose, "Besides, they didn't wait for me, they ignored me."

"Don't say that." The man stayed with the two old people all afternoon, and it was obvious that they wanted to ask about their grandson, but they didn't know how to speak, "Go upstairs later and talk carefully."

"I don't understand, how do you say it's good to talk?" The young man was also stubborn, vowing not to bow his head, he secretly tugged at the man's apron, and carefully checked that there were no acquaintances or cameras around, let alone young fans who rushed out suddenly, "Teacher, you teach me."

"It's outrageous." The man twisted his arm, it was so hard that it couldn't be twisted.

The boy didn't believe it, he grabbed his wrist and shook it, and poked the sweat on his face again. "Your husband is very talkative. I'm going to talk to you about something serious. The preview of the singing competition is starting now. Do you have a Weibo?"

The man wiped his face, like nodding, and shaking his head. "It used to be, but later... it didn't."

"Then you log in again, at least you have to let your fans know that you are participating." The young man told him the knowledge he had learned temporarily along the way, "What if there are fans who have been waiting for you all these years? comeback after the next year."

"No." The man shook his head, knowing himself, he led the boy to a building, and opened the door of the lobby on the first floor.

The boy followed him in like a follower, muttering like a kid. "Try it, just in case..." Before he could finish speaking, the man turned around and moved very quickly.

"Have you figured it out?" The boy thought he had changed his mind.

"You have to pick up the bag of rice." The man pointed to the side, "Your grandpa didn't pick it up, and neither did I."

The smile on the boy's face disappeared instantly, and he said that such an important thing is not as good as a bag of rice. "If you don't take it, whoever the fuck likes to take it will take it, and whoever takes it will be a dog."

A few minutes later, the boy followed the man into the elevator with a bag of rice in one hand, waiting to go up.The man stood in another corner, holding a mobile phone, not knowing what he was doing.

The man is logging into Weibo. In fact, he has been using his account all these years, but he has never posted anything.The last time he logged in was a year ago. When the elevator arrived, the moment the two doors parted, the signal was connected, and his Weibo account was also logged on.

There are more than a dozen new fans. He is used to it. He really thought it was a real person before, and he went in with great interest. They were all digital zombie numbers.This time he went in habitually, and found that the first new follower was... his support club?

He thought he was mistaken, and blinked quickly a few times, but he was right, the prefix of the official support club was his name, and his profile picture was also his photo.He clicked in to check again, and it was still a zombie account that hadn't sent anything.

what is this?Could it be that someone made trouble on purpose?The man withdrew and blocked the Weibo account of the official support club with his backhand.

The author has something to say:

Wolfdog: All right, my wife blocked me.