I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

I couldn't help asking what was on my mind, "It's only June now, and the weather is as hot as a steamer. Most of your clothes are long-sleeved or cut in the middle, aren't they hot?"

"It's not hot." He shook his head, then took out another robe and asked me excitedly, "What do you think of this dress? It's all handmade and made of high-quality linen. It was designed by someone who paid a lot of money. I like it too."

I took a look at the robe. It was made of cloud-blue crepe material, with a round neckline. It was the same length as the previous ones, about the knees.This one has no fancy buttons, and is much more elegant than the previous ones. It only has delicate dark patterns sewn on the cuffs, so it should look good on him.

But I still told him sincerely, "My grandma doesn't even wear clothes like this."

He was dumb, and answered me after a few seconds, "Your grandma is a vulgar person at first glance."

I asked back, "Are you noble?"

He turned his head, with a natural look on his face, "Aren't I a noble person?"

I laughed at him and said, "From the moment you opened WeChat and shook your phone, you were destined to be a dick."

Hearing this sentence, he became angry, "If you are sensible, you'd better shut up now." He said, "Otherwise I will make you cry and beg for mercy!"

Without even thinking about it, I blurted out: "Please torture me to death."

He stood still for two seconds, then suddenly rushed over and threw me to the ground, grabbing my head violently.Suddenly, he took a few hairs and put them in front of my eyes, and said triumphantly, "Now you know how powerful I am!"

I threw him off and stood up from the ground.He scratched his hair and took a deep look at him, "Now I finally know why the boss doesn't want to take care of you."

Still immersed in the joy of attacking me, he followed my words and asked, "Why?"

I smiled, looked at him and said, "Because you are a fool at all."

"Nonsense!" He stood up and patted his dust-free butt, "That's not what you told me before."

I raised my eyebrows, knowing that he was about to pretend again, so I interrupted him quickly, "Have I ever talked to you before? How long have we known each other?"

"Yes." He said firmly, "We said it when we first met."

"So what did I tell you?" I asked him.

"You said..." He paused for a second, thought for a while, and then replied very seriously: "I need to take medicine when I go out, so don't talk if you have nothing to do. Just talking will reveal your entire IQ, which is still at the level of mental retardation."

After listening silently, I raised my hand to wipe the cold sweat dripping from my forehead.It's June now, I've told you just now, but at the moment my heart is shady, and I don't even feel a trace of heat.

This is thanks to Liao Muqiu, thank him for making me feel so sad and powerless in this hot weather, which can no longer be replaced by regret.

For people with this kind of IQ, I really understand their difficulties.They should have been despised by others since they were young, but I really admire them for being able to live so carefree.

But for Liao Muqiu, I think it is a miracle that he survived in this world without being beaten to death.

I took a deep breath and returned my gaze to him.I calmed down the turmoil in my heart, otherwise I was afraid that I would not be able to resist.If I accidentally disabled him and asked me to pay for the medical expenses, then I would be in a big loss.

When my emotions finally stopped, I resolutely pointed at him with a finger and said, "You have ruined my ability to tolerate idiots!"

6. If people are not narcissistic, how can they be confident!

What is life like as a single dog?In addition to fighting World of Warcraft, killing legends, and creating Caesar, when I am free, I also play a few LOL, do a few DOTA, kill a few heroes, and cheat teammates a few times. Almost a day passes.

While I was playing the game, Liao Muqiu kept interfering with me endlessly.

He simulated the prompts of soft girls in various games, one would be "everything in the world is tied to a sword...", the other would be "king, can you see me?", and the other would be "I Will create, the darkness of eternal night!", "Don't touch me, I'm pure!" for a while...

Finally, when he said, "After the palm dance, the sound of the flute will disappear, and the autumn night in the 36th Palace will be long." I interrupted him, "Can't you go to the living room and watch TV?"

He shook his head, and said another line, "The night is long, I hope to have your company."

I turned my head back to the screen, not wanting to talk to him anymore.From the time he finished packing his luggage and followed me to sit in front of the computer, none of the words that came out of his mouth were normal, even though he had never spoken normally before.

Seeing that I ignored him, he began to say game lines to himself again, such as "ah, are you hurt?", "Oh, come and help me!", "Dong Shi, your chance has come~ ", "Huh, how could this be!", "I only~understand you~" and other stupid lines.

Most of these lines are from Hero Kill, because I am playing Hero Kill at the moment.In addition to harassing me while reading lines, he would occasionally make fun of my game character, saying that you can tell what kind of person I am just by looking at my character, or that this character is tailor-made for me and so on.

Because I killed five games, and four were traitors, and I haven't hidden it well, so I'm always the first to sacrifice.

I was also angry when I drew the fifth mole.I pushed away Liao Muqiu's hand on my shoulder, and cursed, "Can't you fucking say something nice?"

He was stunned for two seconds, then reacted back and forth: "Blame me?"

"Don't you blame me?" I got up and went to the living room to pour myself a glass of water, and Liao Muqiu's inexplicable voice came from behind.

"How can you blame me? I didn't kill you."

I turned on the TV, sat on the sofa and tuned a sports channel, and answered him: "Stop playing, you crow mouth."

Liao Muqiu came out of the room and looked at me gloatingly, "Obviously you can't beat it by yourself."

"All right, all right, I can't beat it." I didn't bother to argue with him, and asked him, "Why do you always follow me? Play a game and watch TV. Do you want to follow me later?"

Instead of answering my question, he asked me, "Is this how you spend your weekends? Playing games and watching TV every day?"

"That's almost always the case." I replied, "But I also go to 1999 when I have time at night."

"What is 1999?" he asked me.

"It's a bar." I took out my phone and checked the time. Fortunately, I spent a lot of time playing games before, and it's almost seven o'clock in the evening now.After thinking about it, I told him, "I'll take you there at nine o'clock. I have a good relationship with the boss. I'll take you to trick him. It just so happens that he owes me a glass of wine."

"Okay!" He looked a little excited, "Then what are we doing now?"

I took a sip of water and asked him to say, "Go to the refrigerator and take out the bag of quick-frozen dumplings, and then go to the kitchen to cook them. Let's eat this tonight."

When I said this, I was in a happy mood, with a sense of pride and pride.Because I think Liao Muqiu doesn't know how to cook at all, so I want to tease him and make him feel frustrated.

But Liao Muqiu agreed very readily after hearing this. This was something I had never expected, and I almost thought he was a veteran in the kitchen.

But it turns out that he really can't cook.But I never imagined that he could cook such a disaster with just such a little thing.

There is a line that is good, but it doesn't fit what I have in mind right now.So I'm going to change it up and call it——I once had a sincere choice in front of me, but I didn't know how to cherish it...

If God can give me another chance, I must say three words to Liao Muqiu: Fuck your mother!

Liao Muqiu took a bag of dumplings and weighed them in his hands. After a long while, he said, "This is not enough. Let's cook the other bag together."

I watched TV and answered him without thinking: "It's up to you."

Then he took two bags of dumplings into the kitchen, and soon there was the sound of gas firing from the kitchen.

I took out a stick of Hongtashan from my pocket and lit it, messing with the channels while waiting for the dumplings to be served.

During this period, I kept thinking, should I call Liao Muqiu out of the kitchen? If he deliberately lied to me that he could cook dumplings, then he would lose a lot if he burned down my kitchen to get revenge on me.

But as soon as this idea came up, it was suppressed by another idea. The so-called three fires for a new official to take office. If you don't put pressure on him now, then he will go against the sky in the future.For the various harassments he made when I was playing games today, I should give him a hard time.

So I thought and waited.

Before I knew it, 15 minutes had passed, but the dumplings hadn't been served yet.At this time, I couldn't sit still, got up and walked into the kitchen.

Before he could ask, he saw Liao Muqiu stirring the pot a few times with a bag of salt in one hand and a spoon in the other, and then said lightly, "It's light."

After speaking, with a wave of his big hand, he grabbed a handful of fine salt and scattered it into the pot.

I walked forward frowning, wanting to see what tricks he was playing.As soon as he walked in front of him, he picked up a spoon and swept the pot, then pretended to taste it, and pursed his lips: "It's salty."

I looked at him indifferently, thinking about his next move.

While I was meditating alone, he took a bowl, filled it with water, poured it into the pot without even looking at me.

In an instant, the white clouds in the pot rolled, and the thunder suddenly sounded.

At this time, I couldn't calm down anymore, and asked him aloud, "What are you doing?"

He turned his head and glanced at me, then turned back immediately, with a look of reason