Good brother, your design is broken

After completing the apartment formalities, Chi Yang just stepped out of the office when he witnessed the scene of Ling Lang being blocked in the corridor.

Ling Lang frowned and looked at Luo Yiheng in front of him, and asked coldly, "Are you annoying?"

Luo Yiheng nodded sharply: "Annoying, I know I'm annoying."

Pretty self-aware.

Ling Lang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Luo Yiheng took a deep breath, summoned up his courage and said loudly, "Brother Lang, please accept me as your younger brother."

Before he finished speaking, a hint of surprise flashed across Ling Lang's impatient expression.

Although Beigao is jokingly called a school for "children from rich families", not all the students it recruits come from well-to-do families and above. In order to increase the enrollment rate of prestigious schools, Beigao recruits a considerable number of top students every year free of tuition and miscellaneous fees. Luo Yiheng is one of them. One of them, people like him, who are most disliked on weekdays are the gang of scumbags and rich second-generation students who make trouble in school. Unfortunately, Ling Lang used to be one of them.

Ling Lang: "The reason."

Luo Yiheng gritted his teeth: "They, they came to the store to trouble my mother again."

"Will you skip class?"

Luo Yiheng shook his head.

"Will you fight?"

Luo Yiheng shook his head.

"Do you drink?"

Luo Yiheng shook his head.

……

Ling Lang kept asking, Luo Yiheng's head almost turned into a rattle.

"You don't know anything, you want me to be your bodyguard?"

"I'm not, I didn't..." Luo Yiheng suddenly felt guilty.

"Stop watching young and Dangerous movies, I'm not a gangster, so I don't accept younger brothers." Ling Lang said lightly.

After Luo Yiheng lost his mind and left, Chi Yang came over from not far away, and walked upstairs to the afternoon lounge with Ling Lang.

When Chi Yang walked, he always kept close to Ling Lang, as if the road was very narrow, and Ling Lang didn't hide.

Chi Yang asked: "The one just now is from our class?"

He has been abroad for a long time, and he is a little face blind when he returns home.

Ling Lang let out a "hmm".

"What's up with him?"

"His father committed a crime and owed debts, and has been on the run for more than ten years. His mother opened a milk tea shop in the back street of Ligao by herself. The location is not good, and there are many people who take the opportunity to make trouble."

"You helped him before." Chi Yang quickly analyzed and concluded.Otherwise, given the world gap between Luo Yiheng and Ling Lang, he wouldn't come to Ling Lang directly for help.

Ling Lang nodded: "That's right."

Chi Yang stared at Ling Lang's cold and indifferent side face, with a smile on his lips: "Happy to help others, it seems that so many moral education model awards in the past were not in vain."

Hearing the word "before", Ling Lang's gaze shrank obviously.

He put his hands in his pockets, and coolly turned his face away: "His milk tea is quite delicious, we can't let scum get into trouble."

In the afternoon class, Ling Lang still fell asleep.Even the loudspeaker of chemistry teacher Sister Lan didn't wake him up, as if he was possessed by sleep.Only when Chi Yang in English class was called up to do a situational dialogue, he raised his head once.

Chi Yang's partner is Ye Lingling, the deputy squad leader.

After all, Chi Yang went to school in a country where English is the mother tongue. His fluent and pure English stunned all the students in the class, especially Ye Lingling, who was severely lame in English. She struggled to finish the conversation several times. In the end, he didn't dare to look into Chi Yang's eyes anymore.

Throughout the whole process, Chi Yang has been acting very gentlemanly, patiently waiting for Ye Lingling to think, and when she really can't keep up with the conversation, he will change to a simpler dialogue to help her out.

After the two sat down, Ye Lingling secretly looked back at Chi Yang, her eyes flickered and her cheeks were flushed.

Chi Yang didn't understand this expression, and asked his tablemate: "Does she have something else to tell me?"

Ling Lang: "She's about to confess to you."

Chi Yang: "?"

Ling Lang: "They always looked like this before they confessed to me."

Chi Yang: "They?"

There are still many people.Chi Yang's eyebrows jumped slightly.

Ling Lang let out a "hmm", leaned back on the table and continued to sleep.

Chi Yang: "..."

If other boys said such things, it would definitely make people feel very pretentious and unworthy of beating, but when Ling Lang said it, he didn't feel like he was showing off at all, and his tone was weaker than stating what he had for breakfast today.

Chi Yang even had an illusion that his little friend Ling Lang actually didn't know what the word "confession" meant, and was as innocent as when he was three years old.

On the first day of school, there was no optional evening self-study, and the whole class was dismissed before six o'clock.

Ling Lang originally went downstairs with Chi Yang, but there were too many people and they dispersed. When Ling Lang saw him again, there was a girl beside him, Ye Lingling.

The sky had just gone dark, and Ling Lang kept following them two to three meters diagonally behind, without stepping forward.

He is not familiar with everyone in Class [-], and judging from the usual dodging attitude of the students in the class, except for the few girls who thought he was handsome and blindly confessed to him, most of the students probably didn't like him , even afraid of him.

Clutching her schoolbag with both hands, Ye Lingling raised her face and asked, "Chi Yang, how do you practice your spoken English so well?"

Chi Yang: "I stayed in country A for a few years, and I often communicated with people from country A, so it naturally got better, but I'm definitely not as good as you in the exam."

"You are so humble, then can I usually..." Ye Lingling said halfway, met Ling Lang's indifferent gaze not far away, and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

"Chi Yang, I'm leaving first, we'll talk tomorrow~"

Ye Lingling's cheeks were flushed, and she quickly ran past Ling Lang.

"Why did she leave after half-talking?" Chi Yang casually glanced at Ye Lingling's back, and then his eyes fell on Ling Lang who was walking forward.

He had already spotted Ling Lang silently following behind. In this crowd of threes and fours at the end of school, he was both lonely and conspicuous.

Ling Lang said lightly: "She wants to ask you if you can communicate with her orally."

Chi Yang was surprised: "How do you know?"

Ling Lang: "This is the first step in their confession."

Chi Yang narrowed his eyes behind the glasses, put his arms around Ling Lang's shoulders, and lowered his voice: "Okay, brother, are you so experienced?"

Ling Lang put his hands in his pockets and didn't speak. This is not an experience, but this kind of meaningless behavior has been repeated several times by different people, which gave him a mechanical memory.

"Is that possible?"

Ling Lang was stunned: "Are you asking me?"

"Of course." Chi Yang said, "You are my deskmate, it would be bad if she came to look for me and disturb you."

Ling Lang originally wanted to say that he didn't stay in the classroom very much, but he felt that the seat was his territory. When he was not around, Ye Lingling would definitely sit on his stool and talk to Chi Yang.

Thinking about it makes me a little irritable.

"I don't think so." Ling Lang said.

"OK, listen to you."

After Chi Yang left, Ling Lang fed Pi Tao downstairs for a while, and was pestered by the little guy for a while before he escaped and returned to the dormitory.

The next day was the opening ceremony, and the school required students to wear school uniforms.

Ling Lang searched inside and out, and finally found two pieces of Peking University uniform made of pickled vegetables from the box.

But it's not for myself, it's for Chi Yang.

Chi Yang is too tall, and it takes time to order school uniforms, so he first lent them to Chi Yang to make do with it.

Ling Lang took the clothes to the bathroom, but unfortunately, the washing machine was broken and he had to wash it by hand.

As soon as he soaked his clothes in laundry detergent, Xu Tu called: "Wai Wai, call Brother Wolf!"

Xu Tu's side was very noisy, and he knew it was dancing in a nightclub.

This is Xu Tu's weekly repertoire. Ling Lang occasionally goes over to sit around, but he is not as addicted as they are.

Ling Lang: "I can't come, I'm washing school uniforms, and the washing machine in the dormitory is broken."

Xu Tu: "Throw it away at the laundry."

Ling Lang: "With Chi Yang's emergency, the laundry will be done until next year."

The other side was silent for a while: "The bully of the North High School washes the laundry with his own hands, and the reason behind it is so heartwarming?"

Ling Lang hung up the phone without mercy, dropped the phone, and continued to wash the clothes, until the last two trouser legs were wet, and finally washed the two coats.

However, after drying, he found that there were holes in the two school uniforms. He recalled it and vaguely remembered that they were torn during a fight in the first year of senior high school.

He opened WeChat, flipped through the list for a long time, swiped his thumb across a pile of messy names, and landed on "Lianxuelu".

Lian Xuelu's name is taken from Jin Daxia's "Flying Snow Shooting the White Deer". As the name suggests, she has a kind of chivalry that can be taken care of and let go. Among the girls he rejected, she is the only one who turned unrequited love with him For friendship, people who eventually become friends.

He is also one of the few people he can call friends.

Ling Lang sent her a message, picked the one with the smallest hole from the two school uniforms, and went directly to the downstairs of the girls' dormitory.

Lian Xuelu came down to get the clothes.

Ling Lang asked: "Is there any rescue for this hole?"

Lian Xuelu took it over and looked at it: "Small, give me 15 minutes."

After 15 minutes, she came down on time, and she also brought a small cream cake, which was pink and white, and the shape of a heart was very misleading.

Ling Lang's temples popped twice.

Why come again, didn't we promise to be friends?

He paused: "I can't accept your idea, I should have said the reason."

When Lian Xuelu heard the words, she held her belly and smiled and bent over: "I know, you said that you have an emotional disorder and lack the ability to love a lover. It was certified by a doctor. Is there anything else you want to add?"

"Gone."

Ling Lang's ruthless and "narcissistic" words did not offend Lian Xuelu, on the contrary, they made her laugh uncontrollably.

Most of the time, Ling Lang is like a young wolf, who has learned the decisiveness and sobriety of the leading wolf, but still maintains his frankness and endless aggressiveness.

People always have a primitive and fanatical tendency towards wildness.

What's more, this kind of categorical refusal and equal treatment of all girls in the school is many times better than those scumbags who are ambiguous and pedal N boats.

"Pure friendship to the cake, this lady baked it herself, each of the sisters has one, and the extra one is just for you, don't worry, eat it at ease, if you don't eat sweets, give it to your good buddies, I remember Hou Sijie loves it , in short, don't waste food, if there is nothing else, I will go back to the dormitory first, bye."

After Lian Xuelu finished speaking in one breath, she breathed into her palms, rubbed her hands, turned and walked towards the dormitory building.

"Lian Xuelu." Ling Lang called her to stop, "Thank you for the school uniform."

Lian Xuelu turned his back to him and gestured a no thanks.

Ling Lang lifted the lid of the cake box, and it looked good, with two bright red plump strawberries adorned on it.

He doesn't eat strawberries.

But he still remembers that Chi Yang loves to eat.

Ling Lang closed the box, turned around, and Chi Yang was quietly leaning against a tree not far away, his slender body obliquely casting a large shadow.

Facing the street lights, those deep gray-green eyes were like jewels, refracting the sharp light with corners and corners, looking a little dangerous and gloomy from a certain angle.

Ling Lang said: "What a coincidence, I was thinking of you."

The author says:

This article describes first love, so it is 1v1 and HE from beginning to end.

And Ling Lang's illness is a fiction after a little reference to reality, it is probably a kind of illness that cannot fall in love, wait for my brother to teach him to love, hehe, I have all the right to explain (overbearing speech)