Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Wu Zhen didn't know how he had the courage to return his mobile phone. As soon as he got his mobile phone back, he saw an incredible news in the class group.

"Ms. Zhang who plagiarized Song Zui's thesis has been suspended!" He was so shocked that he almost lost his grip on the phone.

Reason told him that Zhang Xiao's suspension had nothing to do with Song Zui. Song Zui usually just read books, watered flowers and raised cats. How could he pull down a proud professor.

Everyone in the group was discussing whether Zhang Xiao had been lowered. He felt that this statement was more reliable than the above.

Wu Zhen sighed sighingly: "In this world, people are still doing what the sky is watching. Bad guys can't escape punishment. It's a pity they didn't get fired."

The fact that Zhang Xiao was not expelled should be due to Zhang Xiao voluntarily admitting his mistakes and giving him a chance to make corrections, but even if Zhang Xiao was not expelled, Zhang Xiao's future in academia would be gone.

However, he heard the man with blue-gray eyes say lightly: "I'll be fired immediately."

Wu Zhen wondered if all the male models now speak so loudly, why would you fire them as soon as you said they were fired, but then he saw a new message from the group.

Zhang Xiao was really expelled from the school.

He froze with the hand holding the phone, and was about to ask why, the man turned off the phone and left from the dormitory. Before leaving, he pinched Song Tiantian's face.

In the bar, Song Zui slowly returned the phone to Yin Zihan, and quickly stood up from the box after regaining consciousness: "Oh, sorry!

Xiao Jiu couldn't help but ask: "Brother Song, just leave, is it your boyfriend who called?"

"No."

"It's not that you are afraid of anything." Xiao Jiu also heaved a sigh of relief in her heart, after all, what they are most afraid of when they are male models is that Zheng Gong will come to the door.

A baby-faced male model skillfully chimed in: "Brother Song, you are not afraid of that person, are you?"

Yin Zihan was the first to retort: ​​"What are you talking about, sorry!

He still remembered that Song Zui easily beat up three people by himself that night, and he could walk sideways in Shanghai University.

Of course Song Zui could hear the aggressive tactics of the male models, but he really didn't need to be afraid of A Ting, who stipulated that a person can only find one male model.

Thinking of this, the young man suppressed the inexplicable guilt, and sat back on the leather sofa in the private room, straightening his waist by two points.

In the chaotic music, he opened the exercise book to study, and the male models around him saw that Song Zui was not interested in alcohol, so they changed their methods to get close.

"Uh, Tzu Sang Sang knows Kona Shuoji, Gua, an audio-visual TV anchor."

"You are the anchor of a local station, right? You can taste the big stubble in the Northeast, and you are so ignorant!

"The lead of the pencil is a bit short, do you want to use it?

Under the ardent condolences of a group of male models, Song Zui worked on the questions in the bar. If the questions were not too difficult, everyone would have to grab a page to compete with whoever did it faster and better.

He thought for a while that if it was A Ting, he would definitely sit across from him and watch him do the questions, and would ask for money when he was done.

He Shanting put on his earplugs and walked into the noisy bar. He didn't know what the bar was good for, it smelled of cheap alcohol and the smell of heat.

He walked towards the boxes with a cold expression, and when he passed one of the boxes, he saw two people rolling together on the sofa.

His lips were pursed into a thin straight line, hoping that the bars all over the world could disappear in place, at least the bars around Song Zui would disappear.

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and thought about how long it would take to buy all the bars in Shanghai. He walked to the last box, and chatter and laughter came from the box.

He unscrewed the doorknob of the box indifferently.

The box door creaked open, and the fair-skinned young man was surrounded by male models. He Shanting raised his eyes, the misty eyes had no warmth, outlined in a very thin layer of blue, which looked a little scary.

The whole box was quiet for a while, and the experienced Xiao Jiu quietly distanced herself from the boy.

Xiao Jiu looked at the luxuriously dressed man by the door, no matter how he looked at him, he had the aura of a palace, and he knew at a glance that he was not easy to mess with.

The baby-faced male model has low qualifications, and is still coquettishly coquettish to the young man: "Okay, come on."

"How about admiring Jun Jun

Before he finished his last sentence, a man with a mixed-race face walked up to him, and a glass of cold wine was poured on his face unexpectedly.

"Have you had enough?"

It was the first time for a baby-faced male model to suffer this kind of humiliation since he entered the industry. You can drink water or not, and all the hard work on makeup is gone.

Just as he was about to reason, he was suddenly stopped by Xiao Jiu. He reluctantly followed Xiao Jiu out of the box, and the rest of the male models also went out one after another depending on the situation.

After walking out of the box, the baby-faced male model complained: "What did you do just now!

He really likes Song Zui, he has never met such an obedient student since he entered the industry, it reminded him of his student days.

Xiao Jiu didn't speak, he saw very clearly just now, if the boy wasn't still there, he might have hit his head with the wine glass.

Yin Zihan also came out and left the box for the two of them. He was very confident in Song Zui's strength, and couldn't wait to see how badly this ill-intentioned man would be beaten.

When the door of the private room was closed, the already quiet air was deathly silent, looking into the eyes of the other party, Song Zui's original confidence disappeared.

"It's been a long time since I was in trouble, at most I just talked, and I didn't do anything else." He explained for himself.

"And feed wine."

He Shanting raised his sharp eyebrows.

"I haven't had time to feed yet."

The young man felt like he was standing on the stage at the beginning of school, and every word seemed to be carefully crafted.

"It's a pity, isn't it?"

Song Zui felt that A Ting was acting weird today, and he hadn't figured out how to refute. The man took out an empty wine glass from the disinfection cabinet, wiped the edge carefully with a paper towel, and finally poured a glass of wine in disgust.

It seems that they don't care about him anymore.

The boy on the sofa let go of his heart, and slowly relaxed his hands on his lap, but in a moment his hands were clenched again, because the man leaned over and pressed him up.

The other party's posture was quite casual, his knees directly separated his two legs, one hand was propped on the soft sofa, and the other hand was leaning casually on the top of the sofa with a wine glass.

The oppressive feeling that can be caused is overwhelming. In this posture, the distance between the two is extremely close, and you can not only feel the warm breath of the other party but also the temperature between the skin.

Because of being trapped in the lower position, Song Zui cast a deep shadow on his face, making his nose more straight, and a kiss fell unexpectedly.

To be precise, it's not a kiss, it's more like feeding wine.

The other party violently pried open his lips, and the continuous liquid flowed wantonly between his lips. He was afraid of staining his clothes, so he could only open his lips to meet, and was forced to swallow the warm wine.

But a few drops still fell on his white neck, slowly flowing from the neck to the collarbone, showing a strange erotic meaning.

The other party stood up after the wine was fed, put down the wine glass containing the low-quality alcohol and raised his eyebrows: "As if someone can't feed wine."

Song Zui still had wine on his lips, and his heart was beating. He thought that what others said about feeding wine should not be this feeding wine. He suddenly understood why Xiao Jiu scolded the model from Eastern Europe for being immodest.

He could hear the contempt in Ating's tone: "He has a decent establishment in the bar, the service attitude is good, and he won't charge randomly."

The man's voice was calm, and because it was too calm, it gave off a terrifying feeling, like a dark abyss hidden under the thin layer of ice.

"Find another one and try."

Song Zui couldn't help asking: "Why is porphyrin glycosides so heartbroken #闱痛粉甜泊芏嗫儿寺镇!

The second after he finished speaking, the man narrowed his deep eyes and slowly walked towards him. Before he could react, all the money in the bag had been taken away.

In the process of getting along with the other party, he gradually figured out Ating's temperament, and he would always calm down when he received money. He was not stingy with 10 yuan when he had an income of 170 yuan.

At this moment, the young man forgot that he even wanted to save two yuan for the bus fare, and only hoped that the other party would calm down this time, but what he heard was just one sentence.

"I won't take orders from you in the future."

This is what it means not to meet again.

Song Zui's slender and black eyelashes blinked slowly, he knew that the people around him would not last long, he thought that A Ting was an exception, but it seemed that A Ting was leaving too.

He lowered his head watching the back of the other party leaving, and raised it up again after a while, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Yin Zihan outside the private room looked at He Shanting, not knowing why, so he was ready to call an ambulance, and this man came out intact.

Wu Zhen couldn't sleep on the bed in the dormitory at all. Hearing the sound of the dormitory door opening, he immediately got out of bed and asked, "Do you know about Zhang Xiao?"

"what do you know?"

Song Zui lowered his body and hugged Song Tiantian who ran to his lap.

Song Tiantian let out a contented grunt. Because of the kitten's face, he still resisted with his paw pads, but the tip of his tail was raised. He stroked Song Tiantian's tail.

Wu Zhen originally wanted to ask if Zhang Xiao's matter had anything to do with Song Zui, but seeing the young man Wen Wen quietly hugging the cat, he dispelled this absurd thought.

He explained the results of Zhang Xiao's treatment in full, and the boy stroked the cat thoughtfully: "Fired."

"You also think expulsion is unbelievable?" Wu Zhen said with a sense of approval, "At that time, the school's result was suspension, and usually it would not change the result so quickly, but the male model who came to you in the afternoon said He would be expelled for a sentence, but he was actually expelled in the end."

"Is he coming this afternoon?"

"He came in the afternoon." Wu Zhen replied embarrassedly, "He asked you when you would be back, and he came back in a short while. He has been waiting for you from the afternoon until the evening."

"Fuxu told you about your paper being plagiarized. You couldn't get through the phone and didn't come back. He was worried about you for fear of an accident. Fortunately, Yin Zihan's phone got through."

When Song Zui heard the last sentence, he couldn't tell what it was like. It turned out that A Ting had been waiting for him in the dormitory, but he was at the bar on the phone. No wonder the other party was angry.

"So it's a male model." Yin Zihan breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "With that haughty look, Xiao Jiu and the others thought it was some kind of big shot."

"It seems that his temper is not very good." Wu Zhen sighed, "Song Zui has a good temper, and he can get along with such a person."

"We won't meet again."

Song Zui looked at the clothes in the closet and pursed his lips.

Wu Zhen and Yin Zihan looked at each other, and Yin Zihan comforted him with experience: "Male models, as long as you are willing to spend money, you are not afraid of bad relationship, they are very realistic people."

Song Zui didn't speak.

After the lights were turned off, he lay on the bed and transferred 5 yuan, and he had 5 yuan left. He didn't know how to tell the other party that he had money, and he could give gifts like other guests.

Probably because there were too many things to do this day and he was too sleepy. He leaned on the pillow and fell asleep without knowing it. When he closed his eyes, there were slight scars on his eyelids.

In his dream, he dreamed of the scorching sun in the southwest, and the ground seemed to be melted by the sun. He fell on the burning ground, his eyes were pitch black and he could see nothing, only the sound of liquid ticking.

Just when his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, he heard a pleasant metallic clanging sound, as if it came from someone.

The next day Song Zui went to class as usual, but for the first time he lost his mind in class, not listening to the teacher and thinking about something else, but not listening to what the teacher was saying at all.

When Mr. Puwu told him to get up and answer the questions, he was silent. The strict teacher saved face and criticized: "Some students can't concentrate on listening to the class because of their poor foundation. Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will fall back."

Song Zui pursed his lips and sat back on the chair. Wu Zhen next to him complained, "This teacher is too strict. Every time you hand out a test paper, you get full marks."

"He's right."

Song Zui felt that he really needed to adjust his state. He didn't have Xu Ning's family background to support him. The only thing he could rely on was himself, and he couldn't be distracted by anyone.

In the afternoon, he went to the library to read. Not only was he not distracted by his own words, but he read five more documents than usual.

The boy sat on the chair studying tirelessly, without paying attention to anyone or anything. Only Wu Zhen, who was sitting next to him, felt that the boy was not in the right state, as if he was suppressing himself with his studies.

"Forgive me! After studying for an entire afternoon, I finally couldn't hold on any longer. I yawned and asked, "Do you want to go back to the dormitory to rest too?" "

"Shu Shu Chunxiu."

Song Zui stayed in the library to read after Wu Zhen left, and he walked out of the library at [-]:[-] to go to the cafeteria for dinner. There would be fewer people eating at this time.

No matter how many cafeterias there are in Hu Daxiu, they will always be full of hungry students every meal time.

He walked out of the library with his head down, and just two steps away, he fell into a cold embrace, and the other's chest hit his forehead with pain.

Just as Song Zui was about to say sorry, he raised his eyes and saw the man's familiar face under the sunlight, his suppressed emotions were exposed under the sun so unexpectedly, he heard himself asking under his voice.

"How did you come?"

Different from his solemnity, the other party's eyebrows and eyes showed a free will, and the voice that fell in his ear was low.

"It's good."