Blame him for being too pretty

Bo Qiao suddenly didn't want to tear it down.

Don't even think about it, he knows what's in it.

Boss Bo, who had been punished for so long, couldn't take it anymore, so he sent a friend request to the blocked Song Guanxing with a sullen face.

These two people are also extremely strange. Since they met, they have been slandering each other and making trouble. The communication ID has been blocked countless times, but they don't know why they can add it again every time, and continue to kill each other.

Song Guanxing approved the application in almost a second.

Bo Qiao made a holographic video call with a blank face.

Soon, there was a "beep" sound from the communicator, and a pile of data formed in front of him, quickly turning into the figure of Song Guanxing.

Song Guanxing has a slender figure, his brows are somewhat similar to Song Yuhe's, and there is a mole on his lower eyelash, which, combined with his smile, makes him seem not very serious.

The unscrupulous Song Guanxing leaned lazily on the armchair, crossed his long legs, and maintained an unfathomable posture, looking at Bao Qiao with a half-smile.

Bo Qiao and him looked at each other coldly, Shen Yun was about to greet his family.

But one second before the exit, Song Guanxing, who was also extremely pretentious, suddenly let go of his crossed legs, and the expression on his face that was not beaten but very imposing was completely put away.

Someone seemed to be calling him on the communication side, Song Guanxing turned back to talk to that person.

"Mom! I'm in the garden! I didn't go out, I really didn't go out. What are you talking about, if I go out, I will definitely report to you three days ago."

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Huacai: "..."

Ma Baonan comforted his mother, and turned around again, but the contrived aura could never go back, so he had to "cut", without feeling ashamed and embarrassed, he crossed his legs again, and said with a face full of embarrassment: "There is something wrong." Let's play, get out of here."

Bo Qiao seemed to want to yell at him for eight hundred rounds, but his good family background forced him to hold back.

"How did you know my address?"

Song Guanxing crossed his legs, flicked the slippers on the back of his feet, and said in a casual tone, "I asked the special assistant surnamed Li."

Bo Qiao didn't expect Erwuzi to be the person he trusted the most, and his face was extremely ugly.

——Since the matter of #乔先生# was reported to Xinghe No. [-], Mr. Bo’s expression has never been good.

After Song Guanxing finished speaking, he greeted Bo Huacai who was drinking coffee not far away. His mouth was sweet: "Sister Huacai, long time no see. Are you going back to Nanhuai this year? I'll treat you to dinner."

Bo Huacai smiled and said, "Okay."

Before getting through the communication, Bo Qiao was full of anger and had nowhere to vent. He had planned a lot of hateful words in his mind, and he had already imagined the scene of Song Guanxing's baby boy crying and calling his mother, and he was very happy.

But as soon as the connection was made, Song Guanxing's glib mouth instantly wiped out the words brewing in his mind.

He doesn't know how to quarrel with others. Before each quarrel, he thinks that he is invincible, but once he goes into battle with real bullets, he can't say anything nasty.

Song Guanxing knew Bo Qiao very well, and smiled like a fox: "Is there anything else, I'll go and cut roses for my mother."

Bo Qiao: "You...I..."

Did he have any enmity with Song in his previous life? !

Song Guanxing added another sentence: "By the way, Mr. Qiao, you may be the first person in the history of Galaxy to win two Galaxy trophies. I represent the entire Galaxy to you..."

Bo Qiao directly turned off the communication.

He pressed his head with a headache, and it took him a long time to realize: Why did I call him?

Oh yes, scold him.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Huacai laughed so loudly that the wine in the glass was about to spill out.

While reviewing what went wrong in this scolding battle, Bo Qiao stood up and went out with a cold face.

Bo Huacai: "Aren't you having dinner together tonight?"

Bo Qiao said coldly: "Go and have dinner with your Ma Baonan."

Bo Huacai burst into tears from his wonderful smile, and pointed to the delivery box: "Then your trophy?"

"Throw it away!"

After finishing speaking, Bo Qiao rushed out of the door.

If he had known it would be like this, he would have stayed in Nanhuai Star and would not have come here.

But fortunately, the other ghost surnamed Song will not come again for a short time, and Bo Qiao's heart full of holes can barely be comforted for a moment.

It was only after getting out of Bo Ke that he took two steps, when the three boys in front suddenly said without warning, "Isn't it because of Song Yuhe?!"

Bo Qiao: "..."

Why is it always him?

Bo Qiao's face turned green. He is a bit PTSD about this name now. He was about to speed up his pace to pass them, when he heard one of them frowning and saying in a disapproving tone: "Why is it because of him? It's just that we are reaping the consequences of ourselves." .”

Bo Qiao paused on her toes, thinking that this time it will be really exciting?

Today I heard someone say that because of Song Yuhe, Furnli University punished three students, could it be these three?

Bo Qiao's thirst for melons allowed him to defeat "Song Yuhe PTSD", slowed down his pace, and followed slowly.

The three of them were talking patiently at first, but they didn't know which sentence pierced their lung tubes, and one of them suddenly became furious: "You will eat your own fruit?! Su Yu, when you were discussing this idea, you raised your hands in favor of it. What kind of an afterthought is it now? ?!"

Su Yu seemed to have a good temper, lowered his head and said, "If he is really a person with academic misconduct, I have no objection..."

Lu Gaocheng was anxious: "You!"

Lian Yan, who had been silent at the side, had his eyes lightly flickering, and said lightly: "It's not a big deal, isn't it just a punishment, eat as soon as you eat it, if you really can't swallow this breath, find a chance to get revenge chant."

Su Yu frowned: "Admit it, we are not as skilled as others. Song Yuhe... didn't do anything wrong. Even if he grew up in a remote place without a star network, he is more proficient in bionics than Lu Jing Amazing, this is a talent..."

Lian Yan interrupted him: "If you don't dare, let it be—Gao Cheng, do you still remember what the first prohibition of Fuenli University was?"

Lu Gaocheng: "Is it forbidden to carry bionics?"

In order to allow students to be independent, general universities will prohibit bringing bionics. Even the most famous department of bionics at Furnley University is no exception. It is said that the punishment is quite severe.

Lian Yan smiled faintly: "But I saw that he seemed to have a bionic person on him, and he would put it in a box for offerings every night, talking to himself there."

Both Lu Gaocheng and Su Yu were taken aback.

Lian Yan said with a half-smile: "What do you think will happen if I bring this matter to the research institute?"

Su Yu was about to speak to stop him, when a cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Nothing."

The three turned their heads in unison.

Bo Qiao Shi Shiran stepped forward, he was tall and tall, standing in front of the three underage boys, he was strong and cold, and the three unconsciously took half a step back.

"Kids in kindergarten don't know how to sue the teacher." Bo Qiao looked at them indifferently, his eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses were like stabbed knives, and the three of them shuddered as he coldly glanced over.

"How old are you? Are the students of Furnley University pretending to be waste money?"

Three people: "..."

Lian Yan, who was still wearing a stern smile just now, changed his face instantly, but they didn't dare to say anything to the rich or expensive man in front of them, so they could only grit their teeth slightly and ran away in silence.

Looking at their embarrassed backs, Bo Qiao sneered.

Vulnerable.

After thinking about it, Bo Qiao continued to replay the disastrous scolding battle with Song Guanxing, thinking that next time he would scold him according to this "brain is full of waste money".

***

One street away, in the library of Fur'enli University, Song Yuhe was lying on the table, finishing the last homework under the guidance of the god of learning, Lu Jing.

Lu Jing leaned against the back of the chair, put his feet on the opposite chair, yawned, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I've been wanting to say this since just now, you didn't seem to know a few words last week, why are you even talking about the topic now?" Can you all understand?"

Song Yuhe wrote and wrote seriously, and replied casually: "I'm memorizing a dictionary."

Lu Jing paused on his dangling toes, and repeated in astonishment: "Recite a dictionary?"

"Yeah." Song Yuhe's handwriting is very correct, looking carefully, it looks like copying and pasting words from a printed book, "I finished memorizing it a few days ago."

Lu Jing: "..."

Lu Jing has been called a genius and a god of learning since he was a child. Although he is lazy, he is still arrogant in his bones and feels that he is indeed a unique genius.

Until now...

Seeing Song Yuhe's nonchalant look, Lu Jingle felt as if he was being chased.

Just when he was thinking wildly, Song Yuhe cheered and shook the paper, "I'm done."

Lu Jing looked at him with a complicated expression, wondering if it would be better if he worked harder.

If the members of the Lu family knew that Lu Jing, who had always been able to sit and never stand, and could lie down and never stand, was motivated to do better, they would definitely have to spread the banner so that the entire galaxy knew.

Song Yuhe checked it and found that there was no blank space, so he happily packed up the tutorial books, put his homework in his schoolbag, and planned to go to Bao Qiao to return his coat.

He may have been sitting for a long time, and when he stood up, his eyes were dark, and his ears were buzzing violently, as if a howling wind was pouring into his ears.

57: "Yuhe? Yuhe—"

It seemed that someone was calling him in his ear, but Song Yuhe couldn't tell whether it was 57 or Lu Jing's voice, and he felt dizzy for a long time before finally recovering.

Lu Jing supported his shoulder anxiously, not daring to shake him hard at all, so he could only call softly, "Yuhe?"

Song Yuhe stared at him in bewilderment, then shook his head: "What, what's wrong?"

Lu Jing said angrily, "I still want to ask you, what's wrong with you? Did you hit your head?"

Song Yuhe just felt dizzy, he shook his head, touched the position of his heart, frowned and said: "No... I seem to be a little hungry."

Lu Jing couldn't laugh or cry and said, "You didn't eat today?"

"not yet."

Lu Jing was completely convinced by this genius who didn't work hard and couldn't distinguish grains from food. He had no choice but to take him to eat, and took him back to the dormitory by the way.

"Don't go out and run around." Lu Jing told him, "Just lie down and have a good rest."

Lying on the bed, Song Yuhe nodded obediently: "Okay."

Lu Jing walked away step by step.

Song Yuhe grabbed the corner of the quilt with both hands, and wanted to have a good rest obediently, but now it was just dark and he couldn't sleep at all.

57 said, "Sleep."

"Can't sleep." Song Yuhe turned over and muttered softly, "Tell me, why is Lu Jing so nice to me?"

57 is still the same sentence: "Without good intentions for no reason, he must be trying to harm you."

Song Yuhe said casually: "I read the definition of 'love' in the dictionary, he might like me."

57 said indifferently: "Marriage is the tomb of love. He wants to drag you to hell with him. I killed that bastard."

Song Yuhe: "..."

He suddenly wanted to know what the damage to the neural network of other bionics looked like, and whether they would treat everyone around them as enemies and yell and kill them like his family 57.

The two chatted for a few words, and Song Yuhe, who had already recovered, was no longer sleepy. He lifted the quilt and jumped a few times. When he found that nothing happened, he put his homework and Baoqiao's coat in his schoolbag, put on his shoes and ran away go out.

57 asked him: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Song Yuhe's small face was still a little sickly and pale, he shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable, it's just a little cold."

It was already late August, and the weather was still hot, but Song Yuhe said it was cold.

57 was about to say something more, when Song Yuhe went downstairs with his schoolbag on his back as if nothing had happened.

The afternoon class is over, it should be related to the Qixi Festival tomorrow, the school gate is full of people coming and going, and most of them are couples, full of the sour smell of love.

Song Yuhe didn't like to join in the fun, and was about to pass through the crowd, when the people beside him suddenly shouted, "Hey, someone confessed over there!".

Afterwards, a group of people who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement quickly swarmed towards Song Yuhe, directly blocking his way.

There was a sound of fireworks burning not far away, and then the crowd burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Instinctively, Song Yuhe attracted his attention, and found that someone not far away had set up a circle of heart-shaped mechanical fireworks, crackling and releasing special effects.

A boy stood beside Xin with a shy face, and said to the confused girl in front of him, "Can I... invite you to spend Valentine's Day with me tomorrow?!"

There was a burst of "short oil" teasing from the audience.

The girl blushed, and she nodded after a while.

The people around cheered and booed, it was very lively.

Song Yuhe didn't know how to join in the excitement. He was so crowded by the crowd that he couldn't get out. He just struggled to take two steps, but his shoes seemed to be stepped on.

He staggered and bumped into the arms of the person in front of him.

Song Yuhe felt hot all over, and his legs were sore for a while. He struggled to get up and apologize, but someone hit his back again.

Fortunately, the person who supported him had a good temper, and he didn't push him away, and even pulled him up slowly.

57 anxiously said: "Yuhe, there is something wrong with you, are you sick?"

Song Yuhe shook his head vigorously, and muttered "Maybe", he was used to living alone, even if he was sick, he would pass it after a while, so he didn't think it needed to be taken seriously.

After he exhaled and stood still, he raised his head and was about to thank him when he paused.

The person who supported him was very familiar, and it was Mr. Bo Qiao whom he was looking for.

Bo Qiao didn't see him at all, relying on his height, he squinted his eyes to watch the excitement.

——The boys and girls who had just become lovers over there picked up the mechanical fireworks with a blushing face amidst the booing of the crowd. It seemed that they wanted to escape quickly so as not to be watched for too long.

After Song Yuhe stood firm, a smile appeared on his pale face: "Thank you."

Bo Qiao's mind was all about joining in the fun, helping him up without looking at him, and when he heard the thank you, he instinctively said: "It's okay, be careful..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Qiao, who was obsessed with watching the excitement, finally felt that this person's voice was somewhat familiar. He lowered his head expressionlessly, and met Song Yuhe who was obediently looking at him.

Bo Qiao: "..."

Bo Qiao sucked in a breath of cool air silently.

At this moment, Bo Qiao suddenly understood a truth, what is "natural selection, survival of the fittest".

——He has gone from being panicked and stiff when he saw this person for the first time, to the numbness of accepting this tragic fact immediately and completely after being shocked now.

He adapted and became stronger.

Bo Zong and Song Yuhe, who had become stronger, stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, struggling to stabilize the outbreak of "Song Yuhe PTSD" in a flash.

"What are you afraid of?" Bo Qiao thought to himself, "What have I been afraid of since I was a child?"

This gave himself a shot in the arm, and Boss Bo, who had experienced many battles, planned to strike first.

"Is the homework done?"

Students who can't do their homework well, how dare they come to see the teacher?

Bo Qiao pretended to be calm, but when he said these words, he didn't know what to do in front of Song Yuhe, and even felt a sense of pleasure to win back the city.

In this struggle between himself and himself, Mr. Bo won a brief victory.

It's just that this victory didn't last for a few seconds, when Song Yuhe, whose forehead was covered in cold sweat, took out a stack of papers from his schoolbag and said, "I've done everything!"

Bo Qiao: "???"