I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Wen Yu put away the phone, walked back with the thermos bottle in his arms, hesitated at the door for a while, and then took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

"The hot water is ready, do you want to drink... Where is the person?"

Wen Yu stepped forward to open Song Qiulin's quilt, and without giving up, opened the toilet door to check. Just about to make a call, he found Song Qiulin's mobile phone on the table.

"If you don't bring your mobile phone, you shouldn't be far away."

Wen Yu sat down, put her legs on the stool with her chin on her knees, wrote a paper for a while, and then took two seconds to check the time. After ten minutes of tossing and turning, there was no sign of Song Qiulin coming back. She sat down I couldn't hold back, took the dormitory key, and left the door without changing the slippers.

She first walked around the dormitory building, and even went to the cafeteria, but found no one. Only then did she realize that she didn't seem to know Song Qiulin that well, and she couldn't think of where she would appear besides the dormitory and classrooms.

Finally, she returned to the dormitory building dejectedly.

The dormitory aunt who was wearing plastic slippers just came out to fetch hot water, and saw her standing at the door dragging a wet umbrella, she enthusiastically stepped forward and asked, "Little girl, didn't you go to class, why are you standing here alone?" what?"

Wen Yu shook his head, "I asked for leave, did you see a girl go out just now, she asked you to borrow a microwave oven to heat dumplings."

"You said Qiulin." Auntie was obviously familiar with Song Qiulin, pointing her finger, "I just saw her on the rooftop to dry clothes on the surveillance camera. Why, you can't find anyone?"

"Ah, no, she has a cold. I thought she was a little worried when she went out, so..." Wen Yu forced a smile at his aunt, and shook the water droplets on the umbrella on the steps, "Thank you, aunt, then I'm going up."

"It's cold outside, remember to soak your feet when you go back later."

Wen Yu wasn't used to being cared about so much, but he remained patient and nodded to his aunt with a smile.

There is a shed on the roof of the dormitory building. Occasionally, some people will go to the roof to dry their quilts when the balcony of their own dormitory is not enough to dry. However, because people often lose clothes to dry, Wen Yu seldom goes up.

It may be because the evening self-study class has not ended, and the lights in the corridor are not turned on. Wen Yu fumbled for the switch on the wall while walking.

The closer to the top floor, the louder the sound of the rain. The roof door was not closed, and rainwater leaked from the edge of the floor to the steps. Wen Yu stepped on her slippers and almost slipped. Pass the small iron gate on the roof.

There are small light bulbs hanging on the ceiling, which are simply connected to the wires, and the switch is installed on the wall inside. Song Qiulin did not turn on the light. At a glance, everything is pitch black except for the lights of the teaching building in the distance.

Wen Yu squinted her eyes, and saw a flickering red spark in the distance, and the wind and rain blew the man's long hair, revealing her smooth side face and high nose bridge.

It was Song Qiulin who was right, but Wen Yu never knew that she still had the habit of smoking.

"Aren't you afraid of being caught and monitored by your aunt when you smoke here?" Wen Yu walked over and stood beside Song Qiulin in a leeward position, frowning slightly. She didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

"This is a blind spot for monitoring." Song Qiulin smiled, brushed aside the hair covering his face, turned sideways, and raised an eyebrow at Wen Yu, "How did you find him?"

Her attitude was so aboveboard, and she didn't have the slightest intention to explain her leaving without saying goodbye. Even compared to her pale face just now, she can be described as radiant now.

Wen Yu suppressed the strangeness of unknown origin that came up from the bottom of his heart, and his eyes fell on Song Qiulin's slender fingers holding the cigarette, only then did he notice the four or five cigarette butts scattered beside him.

"How long have you been smoking?"

"Are you asking how long have I learned to smoke, or how long have I been standing here smoking?" Song Qiulin leaned his head, bent down to approach Wen Yu, and chuckled softly, "You care about me so much?"

Wen Yu's heart sank, and his expression turned cold.

Song Qiulin seldom smiled like this, and never spoke in such a tone. If it wasn't for the fact that his face was exactly the same, and the other party knew him, Wen Yu would have thought it was someone else entirely.

"Hey, little one, you have a scary expression." The other party saw the coolness in her eyes, but didn't know how to back away tactfully. Instead, she moved closer with that slightly awkward smile, staring at Wen Yu's face seriously, It seems to be researching something, "You are much different between makeup and no makeup, and you look younger. Bullying you like this will make you feel guilty."

"Song Qiulin?" Wen Yu leaned back, her eyes full of doubts, when did she get the nickname "Little One".

"Song Qiulin" seemed to have discovered something interesting, and she laughed even wider. She stretched out her finger and tapped Wen Yu's nose, and asked in a whisper, "Do you like her?"

she?

"My name is Qiuling, Qiulin without the 'Song'." Qiuling extended her hand generously, "Since you have bumped into them, why don't you get to know each other?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Wen Yu took a step back with his right foot, but he bumped into the iron pipes piled up on the ground, and the pipes piled up on the ground slid down with a crackle, and when he saw that he was about to hit her feet, Qiu Ling stretched out his hand and pulled her a handful.

"Didn't she tell you?" Qiu Ling squinted her eyes, looking very wicked, "I shared a body with her."

Wen Yu almost instantly remembered the information sheet that he accidentally saw at home that day, which contained all the detailed information of Song Qiulin from childhood to adulthood.

She once suspected that it was just a cure for insomnia, so there was no need for such a troublesome background check?

and so……

"You went to see a doctor at my sister's, not because of insomnia." Wen Yu's hand on the side was unknowingly clenched into a fist when there was no difference between him and himself.

She was actually a little afraid to hear the answer later.

"She thought so at first, but it was just Song Zhou's excuse to hand her over to Wen Ziyang." Qiu Ling turned her back to the light, and the expression on her face was hidden in the darkness, but because the two were close, Wen Yu could still see her cold eyes, as if she wanted to stare at herself, "But then she found out about my existence, and started conspiring with your so-called sister to 'kill' me."

"She knows..."

"But now we have reached a consensus for the time being and plan to live in peace." Qiu Ling smiled, put away her aggressive posture, and restored her harmless expression, "In return, I will get what she wants for her." everything you want."

"Peaceful coexistence?" Wen Yu turned to the beginning, unable to look directly at the strange expression gradually appearing on Song Qiulin's face, "Come out without authorization while she was sick, that's how you coexist peacefully with her."

"It's really easy for me to sneak in when she's sick, but..." Qiu Ling put the almost burnt cigarette end on the armrest and extinguished it, and then turned to Wen Yu to finish the next half of the sentence, "little boy, what are you doing?" You know, she doesn't need my help now."