Did you get rid of the scumbag Bai Yueguang today [Rebirth]

"Passengers flying from city B to Paris, please note that your flight AF912 is about to take off. Please take your belongings with you, show your boarding pass, and prepare to board at gate 18."

Xiang Lin jumped up and rushed two steps, paused, and returned to his seat.Tightening the forgotten suitcase, he patted his cheek, planning to continue rushing towards the boarding gate.

"Hello? Hello?" The voice in the headset increased, "Linzi? Are you listening? I said..."

Xiang Lin let out a cry, and then remembered that he was still on the phone: "Stop talking, I'm boarding the plane."

"Don't take it seriously because you are handsome." On the other end of the phone, Wei Nan raised his tone, "You are going to confess your love, why can't you wear a suit? But when it comes to confessing, it has been six years, right?"

Without waiting for Xiang Lin to respond, Wei Nan said again: "No, seven years. Rounding up, you are half Wang Baochuan."

"Get out, why am I Wang Baochuan?" Xiang Lin said helplessly, "Besides, he has only been abroad for more than a month."

"To be honest, you still can't catch up with Wang Baochuan." Wei Nan laid out the facts and reasoned, "Wang Baochuan has been in the cold kiln for 18 years, at least with the status of husband and wife. You are just a crush, and you have been in love for 7 years."

While talking, Wei Nan sighed: "I really didn't say, Lin Zi, with your looks and family background, even if you have a little taste and like men, what's the matter? What kind of things can't be found? Why bother to follow me?" The ass surnamed Jiang is running behind? Is it humble? Is it aggrieved?"

Xiang Lin didn't feel humbled or aggrieved.Xiang Lin didn't even bother to think about the fact that he likes men and women - if he likes it, he likes it, and if he catches up with him, it's the real thing.

After being delayed by Wei Nan's nonsense for a while, when Xiang Lin rushed to the boarding gate, there were already three or four people in line in front of him.He firmly occupied the fifth position, staring at the boarding gate and bouncing on the spot twice.

Floor-to-ceiling windows reflect Xiang Lin's reflection, metal-rimmed baseball cap, post-modern style T-shirt, dark overalls, and rivet Martin boots—the word "cool" is capitalized from head to toe.

If there is anything that goes against "coolness", the only thing that can be said is Xiang Lin's overly upturned mouth.

On the phone, Wei Nan was still mumbling: "Are you just going there? Really don't you want to say hello to him in advance?"

"What's the surprise if you say it in advance? Wait for my good news." Xiang Lin took off his earphones and took out a boarding pass from his pocket.

Staring at PARIS on the boarding pass, Xiang Lin took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous. Xiang Lin has been planning for this day for a long time.

The place he is going to is Paris, and the person he wants to confess to is Jiang Mingyu, who has been secretly in love with him for seven years.

However, crush is not the right word.Living together for three or four years, no matter how dull people are, they should realize that they are not just friends?What's more, according to Jiang Mingyu's IQ, he should have nothing to do with dullness.

Xiang Lin always felt that what was missing between the two of them was to pierce the window paper, but today, he was going to travel thousands of miles to pierce the window paper.

The flight is expected to take 11 hours.After take-off, a blonde stewardess walked over pushing a dining car.

Xiang Lin rubbed his cheeks stiff with a smile, and just about to say Coca-Cola, he saw the other person's face: "Coca, Mercibeaucoup."

The stewardess smiled and handed over the Coke, and asked Xiang Lin in French what meal he wanted.When the stewardess left, Xiang Lin asked the aunt sitting next to her, "Young man is French-Chinese?"

Xiang Lin waved his hand, and the metal chain wrapped around his arm jingled.

The aunt asked again: "Is that because you studied abroad in France?"

"It's my first time." Xiang Lin's eyes were bent, his shiny pupils were like two black gemstones, "I learned French with my friends."

Aunt was quite surprised.

She took a few sneaky glances at Xiang Lin, and her eyes fell on Xiang Lin's snake-shaped earbone nail.

Fashionable and cool dresses, with exquisite or exaggerated earrings and necklaces, she has seen many young people like this in France—without exception, they are all uneducated rich second generations.

Originally, she thought that the young man beside her was also that kind of person, but looking at the pure pupils of the young man, she felt that maybe she had guessed wrong?

Until just now, she heard Xiang Lin speaking French.As a language school teacher, she knows that she must work hard if she wants to learn French to this level.

"French is difficult, why do you want to learn it?" Aunt asked.

"My friend wants to learn." When the word "friend" was mentioned, the corners of Xiang Lin's lips curled up even higher.

Xiang Lin learned French with Jiang Mingyu.

For Xiang Lin, a scumbag, mastering a foreign language that is even more convoluted than English is something that he never even dared to think about.But in order to have more chances to get along with Jiang Mingyu, he actually gnawed down his French.

Looking back on the turbulent years of the past, Xiang Lin couldn't help feeling: Love is the source of progress.

With the excitement of embracing Yuanquan, Xiang Lin sat with his legs crossed for another two hours.

The aunt started the conversation again: "You also suffer from insomnia at a young age?"

"I don't have insomnia, but I don't want to sleep." Xiang Lin rubbed his face.Even though her cheeks were almost stiff, the corners of her mouth were still curled up.

Aunt: "Look at you smiling...go to see your partner?"

Xiang Lin paused for a moment when he rubbed his face.

"Really look at the object?" The aunt thought for a while, "You said before that you learned French with a friend? Could it be that friend is the object?"

Xiang Lin hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded.Anyway, it's about to poke the window paper soon, and there's no difference in admitting a few hours in advance.

The aunt became interested: "You are so handsome, your partner must be good-looking."

It may be that the former people were easily excited; or it may be that the scumbags have a natural sense of admiration for the top students. When Jiang Mingyu was mentioned, Xiang Lin talked a lot: "He is the most beautiful person I have ever seen, and he is good at studying. "

"Study well?" the aunt repeated.

"In the past, we were in the same school, whether it was an exam or a competition, as long as he was there, no one else would be able to get the first place. Oh, by the way, he is still the number one in the college entrance examination." Xiang Lin said.

The aunt was surprised: "No. [-] scholar? That's really amazing. She goes to school in Paris?"

"Yes." Xiang Lin said the name of the school, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

In fact, Jiang Mingyu is not the only one studying in France.Xiang Lin went to study abroad this time - although the school was not as good as Jiang Mingyu's, nor did Jiang Mingyu receive a full scholarship, but at least he was in the same city again.

The aunt smiled and expressed her blessings, and the two chatted about the security situation in France for a while, and then they each quieted down.Eight or nine hours later, Xiang Lin finally heard the exciting landing reminder.

After getting off the plane, Xiang Lin clicked on WeChat immediately.

-What are you doing?

Hanging his fingertips on the send button for a few seconds, Xiang Lin pursed his lips and deleted the words one by one. The flights from city B to France are all red-eye flights, and it was only after 5:[-] local time, so I knew that Jiang Mingyu must be sleeping with his toes.

Going through the customs formalities, getting out of the airport, taking a taxi, and finally looking forward to seven o'clock after a lot of tossing, Xiang Lin typed two lines again: What's the plan for this weekend?Library or dorm?

No one replied.

After Xiang Lin checked into the hotel and sat on the bed for a long time, the phone finally beeped.Xiang Lin hastily turned on the screen, and there were only two simple words on it: work.

Jiang Mingyu has been here for more than a month, and all the necessary procedures have already been completed. What else should I do?Xiang Lin was a little puzzled, he licked the corner of his mouth, and replied: Where are you going to do business?Not at school?

This time, Jiang Mingyu replied quickly: outside.

Outside?If Jiang Mingyu wasn't at school today, he wouldn't be able to poke the window paper in the first place.Xiang Lin was a little disappointed, but after thinking about it, the outside is outside, and the window paper doesn't have to be poked at school, does it?

It's just that, if you want to have a romantic encounter outside the school, the degree of difficulty has increased a lot.After thinking for a few seconds, Xiang Lin asked again: Send a landscape photo to open the eyes of the bumpkin?

There was no response from the other side.

This kind of thing often happens.Before, the two had quarreled several times over Jiang Mingyu's slow reply.I can't remember the specific reason, but the ending must be an apology to Lin and various coaxing.Who let him be the one he fell in love with first?Xiang Lin sighed.Although he was in a hurry, he didn't dare to press anymore.

After waiting for almost half an hour, there was finally movement from Jiang Mingyu's side: a particularly perfunctory landscape photo, even only half of the Arc de Triomphe was exposed in the photo.

But that's enough, Xiang Lin rushed out of the hotel and took a taxi: "Place Charles de Gaulle."

The driver nodded, and the sound of the engine sounded.Xiang Lin stared out the window for a while, then took out a small crimson box from his backpack.

In the box, there are two plain rings standing side by side.

Against the background of pure black velvet, the whole body of the ring shines with cool metallic luster.This is a surprise after piercing the window paper.Xiang Lin chose for a long time, and finally decided on the extremely low-key one—the complicated style is too eye-catching, and Jiang Mingyu would dislike it.

During the seven years, Xiang Lin secretly thought about confessing his love many times.Now that he was finally going to confess his love, he felt a little uneasy when he was excited.

Will you agree?Will Jiang Mingyu agree?If he wasn't interested in himself, he wouldn't have moved into the house he rented during college and lived together for so long.Xiang Lin nodded, cheering up secretly: I'm afraid of a fart, I will find someone later, show off the ring and say he will be my boyfriend...

Before he finished breathing, a person suddenly jumped out in front of the car.

Amidst the sound of brakes and the driver cursing, Xiang Lin thought again: Take out the ring to confess your love in public?Will Jiang Mingyu be angry?He is so arrogant, and hates being watched so much, he even doesn't want to give him a farewell hug at the airport.By the way, what did Jiang Mingyu say at the time?Two big boys, hugging each other is too eye-catching.

The driver cursed for a while, and the car started up again.

Xiang Lin listened a few times, as if someone was robbing with a gun on the road.

Places without gun control are really dangerous. Giving rings in public should be easy to be robbed?What's more, it's easier to make Jiang Mingyu angry because of being eye-catching...Weighing the pros and cons, Xiang Lin decided: When he sees Jiang Mingyu later, he will poke the window paper first.As for the surprise?The surprise is not shown yet, and it is the same when I return to the hotel at night.

Thinking of this, he put the ring box back into his pocket again.

Ten minutes later, the car arrived at Charles de Gaulle Square.

This is Xiang Lin's first visit to France, but he is very familiar with Charles de Gaulle Square and Champs Elysees.

Jiang Mingyu was very obsessed with France, which surprised Xiang Lin.Xiang Lin asked the reason more than once, but never got an answer.

Because of Jiang Mingyu's influence, Xiang Lin became more and more interested in France.Especially after Jiang Mingyu went abroad, in the dead of night, Xiang Lin had Baidu's photos of Paris countless times, imagining that he would set foot on the same land, with love and longing.

The fantasy finally came true. Rubbing his cheeks, Xiang Lin followed the map to find the location where the photo was taken.

Seeing the same triumphal arch as in the photo, Xiang Lin smiled.Just as he was about to send Jiang Mingyu a WeChat message, he caught sight of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye.

To be precise, he is very familiar with that figure, he is familiar with the patterns on the clothes, and Xiang Lin can draw them with his eyes closed—it is a custom-made dress for Xiang Lin, two pieces in one style, and the other one is lying on the bed right now. In the hotel luggage.

Xiang Lin was not at all familiar with the movements made by that figure.

Jiang Mingyu stood next to the Arc de Triomphe, hugging another person tightly. From the short furry hair and clothes of the other person, he was a boy no matter what.

In other words, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Jiang Mingyu hugged another boy so tightly that his chin rested on his shoulder, with a rare smile on his face.

There was a buzzing in Xiang Lin's head, and for a moment he couldn't even tell whether it was anger or shock.After recovering, Xiang Lin had rushed over and pulled away the owner of the furry head.

The man screamed softly, and the people around him cast surprised glances.

Jiang Mingyu raised his hand to protect him behind him.Seeing the assailant clearly, he was stunned for a few seconds, and raised his eyebrows: "Xiang Lin?"

Behind Jiang Mingyu, a furry head poked out: "Brother Mingyu, do you know him?"

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear him calling my name?" Xiang Lin choked at his furry head, his eyes still on Jiang Mingyu's face.

The furry head pursed the corners of its mouth, and whispered: "Brother Mingyu, him? You..."

Jiang Mingyu's face changed slightly.

He straightened his mouth and took off his gold-rimmed glasses: "Xiang Lin, what are you talking about?"

Xiang Lin was quite familiar with this action. This was Jiang Mingyu's standard procedure before making a move. Although Jiang Mingyu would not actually do it, doing this action at least showed that he was angry.

After staring at the bent glasses legs for a few times, Xiang Lin took a deep breath.

He came here today to poke the window paper, not to quarrel.Based on this principle, Xiang Lin tugged on the chain hanging on his chest, and said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Okay, then I will talk about it. Not only do we know each other, we are also very close, he is me..."

"High school classmate." Jiang Mingyu stopped Xiang Lin from talking.After putting away his glasses, he looked at Xiang Lin coldly: "What are you doing here?"

Meeting Jiang Mingyu's eyes, Xiang Lin's heart skipped a beat.

Before coming to France, Xiang Lin envisioned many times when the two would meet.Surprised, unexpected, happy, even shocked, Jiang Mingyu would give these reactions. Xiang Lintong had expected them all, but he never expected that Jiang Mingyu would react in this way when he saw himself.

loathing and annoyance.

It was as if seeing something ugly and dirty was about to get entangled again, the hatred and disgust in Jiang Mingyu's eyes seemed to solidify.

Staring at Jiang Mingyu's dark pupils, Xiang Lin opened his mouth several times, but failed to utter a word.

It may be that they heard that the two knew each other, and the furry head came out from behind Jiang Mingyu.With a slight smile on his fair face, he stretched out his gloved right hand to Xiang Lin: "Hello, your name is Xiang Lin?"

Xiang Lin's eyes fell on the gloves.

It was a pure black glove with a crooked L-shaped logo stitched on the wrist with red thread.This glove was Xiang Lin's first gift to Jiang Mingyu.

The other party followed his gaze and also looked at the gloves: "This is Brother Mingyu's. He just gave me the gloves when he saw that I was cold."

"You gave it to him?" Xiang Lin turned to look at Jiang Mingyu, his gaze gradually became sharper.

Jiang Mingyu rubbed the center of his brows, but said nothing.

The furry head looked left and right: "Brother Mingyu, why don't you introduce us to each other?"

"There's nothing to introduce." Having said that, Jiang Mingyu followed the other party's wishes, "Xiang Lin, my high school classmate. Xiang Lin, this is..."

Jiang Mingyu's voice paused before he said, "Jian Su."

His voice was not loud, with his characteristic desertedness.But the sound fell in Xiang Lin's ears, but it was no different from a bombshell.

Xiang Lin is too familiar with the word "Jane". There are many books in Jiang Mingyu's room, and the word "Jane" is written on the title pages of those books.

As if all the strings in his brain were blown apart with a bang, Xiang Lin froze on the spot.

After being silent for a long time, Xiang Lin thought that he would yell, question, and even if he was not good enough, his voice would be hoarse and dull.But when he really recovered his voice, he just asked softly, "Your surname is Jane?"

"Yes." Jian Su nodded with a smile, "Jane Su."

"Jane Su." Xiang Lin repeated.His surname is Jian. On the title pages of Jiang Mingyu's collection of books, the word "Jian" flying like a dragon and a phoenix originally meant this.

Jane Su, Jane Su...

For seven years, for seven years, I asked myself over and over again, and the word "Jane" that Jiang Mingyu refused to explain no matter what, turned out to mean this.

Hearing that the person's surname was Jane, no, when he saw Jiang Mingyu embracing him on the street, Xiang Lin vaguely understood: Jiang Mingyu was not arrogant, low-key, or unwilling to be watched...

It was just because he was facing himself, not this Jian Su.

Jian Su, Jian Su, Jian...Xiang Lin seemed to hear many people screaming, cursing or praying one after another, maybe because his mind was too confused, Xiang Lin couldn't understand a word of those words.

He just stared at Jiang Mingyu.

The screams in the ear became louder and louder, mixed with the whoosh that pierced the air, and the surrounding crowd began to run and cry.

After reacting with his dull brain for a while, Xiang Lin finally realized that something was wrong.

When the bang bang sounded again, almost instinctively, Xiang Lin rushed towards Jiang Mingyu with all his strength.

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Pre-receive Dudan "After the cannon fodder villain ran away, the male protagonist came after him [Transmigration Book]" for collection

Zhao Yan, the president of the Zhao Corporation, became famous at a young age, with a strong fist.He thought he would be cold-hearted until death, but he didn't expect to meet Qi Jin at his 24th birthday party.

Looking at the boy like a lone wolf, Zhao Yan's world suddenly brightened up.

For the next four years, Zhao Yan led Qi Jin into the business world step by step, and made bridges for Qi Jin bit by bit, and even donated all his wealth as a gift, just for the sake of the young boy with a smile on his lips.

After signing the gift agreement, Zhao Yan was suddenly involved in a car accident, and only then remembered that he was wearing a book.

Qi Jin is the protagonist in the book, and he himself is just the cannon fodder villain on the protagonist's road to revenge. Even the car accident was set up by the protagonist—just to kill the grass and prevent Zhao Yan, a former yellow flower, from fighting for power again.

After waking up, Zhao Yan left without saying goodbye.

Qi Jin takes over the company, purges the top management, fights with each other at the shareholders' meeting, and changes cups during the celebration banquet, completely changing his old aloof appearance.It's just that in the dead of night, he would look at the empty big bed for the whole night.

Later, when he finally found the person he had been thinking about day and night in a certain seaside villa, Qi Jin's eyes were red: You once said that meeting me was like seeing the light of the sky in the gloom, and you would never leave it for the rest of your life.

Zhao Yan: ...I was dazzled by the protagonist's halo, and you believe the nonsense?