When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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After the welcome party was successfully concluded, all the first-year high school freshmen were no longer in the mood to listen to the speeches from the dean of the department and the principal, and they were still involuntarily recalling the last scene in their minds.

At the drowsy party, a boy like a prince appeared, as if he had been injected with cardiac glycosides, his heart began to beat violently, his blood pressure rose, and his cheeks were unconsciously steaming.

Originally a young and immature freshman, facing such a strong visual impact, not only could he not forget it, it even seemed like a spark fell into a pile of dry firewood, and the fire gradually spread.

The courageous students directly took out their mobile phones in the auditorium, originally thinking of going to the campus forum and posting questions.

But the front page of the forum has long been filled with various discussions about piano performances. Compared with the enthusiastic words used in the first year of senior high school, the name of Qianling was spared no effort by the second and third year students in high school. I'm trying to dissuade the brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

The anonymous section of the campus forum is even more lively.

—Forget it, you guys still want to get our school belle's idea, it's been three years, three years, and no one has reaped the school belle's heart yet.

——What are you talking about upstairs? Lingbao belongs to everyone. If there is a son with no eyes who dares to pick up Lingbao, all the boys in the second year of high school will be the first to let him go!

——Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

——Share today's beautiful photos of Lingbao [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]

——Today, I heard that someone saw yzk blocking Qianling at the entrance of the auditorium. The two of them didn't know what they said, and almost hurt him.

——%3F%3F%3F%3F Isn't it true that Yan Zekai is eyeing my wife?

——Is this bastard thinking that his wife is bullying and innocent, and wants to make some weird requests?

——I'm going, I'm panicking, although our wife's culture class is poor, but she is a good girl who listens well in class, she must not be led astray by a guy like Yan Zekai! !

——So, we unite! !

——Those guys who are in the same class as Bao Bao usually enjoy a lot of benefits, so it's time to stand up and do something, as long as they see Yan Zekai approaching, they will be on first-level alert, and try to use various reasons to send Bao Bao away. Never give them the chance to be alone.

——On behalf of all the boys in Class One, Senior Three, I will fulfill my mission when I receive an organizational task!

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Qianling, on the other hand, never knew that there was such an online forum in the school, and he didn't understand what happened at all. He returned to the backstage after playing the piano.

Qian Ling was originally sitting in the corner, and another boy in a tuxedo sat down next to him.

"Today's performance was great! Qianling."

Qian Ling was stunned.

The boy's appearance is very superior, but Qian Ling didn't realize who the other party was for a while, only felt a little familiar.

"You don't remember who I am? I'm the male host tonight. Among all the shows tonight, your show has the most applause."

Qian Ling lowered her head in embarrassment, looking at her legs.

The boy didn't seem to mind his reaction at all, instead he approached him more enthusiastically, with a faint smell of woody perfume on his body, "Why don't we add a contact information, when the time comes I will record tonight's video send you."

The boy's leg was almost touching Qianling's knee.

Qian Ling said: "No need, someone will send it to me later."

"Ah...well then," the boy's tone was very disappointed, but he came back to life less than a second later, "We're going to have dinner later to celebrate the success of tonight's welcome party, organized by the instructor, everyone will Come. As a great hero, you will go too, right?"

"But it's quite late now..." Qian Ling raised her head, looked at him with a slightly apologetic smile, "I'm going home first, I wish you all a good time."

The boy looked a little dazed.

Qian Ling stood up, wiped off a burst of natural fragrance as he got up, and followed his steps involuntarily, and saw Qian Ling took an unopened bottle of fruit drink from the sundries shelf, and then Pushed open the backstage door.

When the figure disappeared, the boy's face was filled with loneliness.

"I'll tell you to give up. You just don't believe me, but they don't even remember your name." Another boy came over.

But the sitting boy kept his mouth shut, and his silent and indifferent look seemed to be the same as the enthusiastic one just now.

The boy continued: "However, seeing you deflated for the first time, this feeling is quite fresh."

"Have you said enough?" The boy's face was very serious.

"Actually, you don't have to be so discouraged, it really has nothing to do with you," the boy folded his hands on his chest, and said with a dignified look: "We all know that our school belle looks very close, but no one can be alone. Asked him out, without exception.

Also, he has a special car to take him to and from school every day. I heard that he went to bed on time at 09:30 in the evening, like a primary school student. "

After Qianling came out, he sent a message to the instructor with his mobile phone while walking, saying that he was asking for leave. After getting the other party's permission, he started sending messages to the driver.

As he walked with his head down, suddenly a shadow appeared on the phone screen.

Qian Ling raised his head blankly.

The short-haired boy in front of him turned his face sideways, and the silhouette cast by the moonlight made his profile sharp and three-dimensional. There was a pure black earring on his earlobe that he hadn't noticed during the day.

Qian Ling tentatively asked, "...Yan Zekai?"

The boy whose name was called twitched his eyelashes, and a glint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and quickly hid his emotions, with a stiff and awkward tone, "Ah, what a coincidence, you played the piano well tonight. listen well."

"Are you there?" Qian Ling asked, "But isn't that a welcome party for new students?"

Yan Zekai paused, "Just..."

Seeing some embarrassment in his words, Qian Ling took the initiative to change the subject, "I didn't have time to tell you during the day, I'm not used to accepting things from strangers,"

He raised his hand and handed back the bottle of drink, "Thank you anyway."

Yan Zekai stretched out his hand subconsciously, and when he realized Qian Ling's words, he subconsciously let go of his fingers.

The cans fall to the ground with gravity.

In the silence of the night, there was only a bang, and a few drops of liquid fell on the trousers of the two people after the collision of the bottle.

"sorry."

Qian Ling took a step back in fright, even her voice trembled a little.

Yan Zekai lowered his head, the line of his jaw was hidden in the darkness, he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly with his downcast eyes, he just clenched his hands tightly by his sides.

Is he that annoying?

What are you still thinking about?If you feel that he knows your name, it means that he exists in the other person's heart, so what?

Maybe it's all bad names.

People like him are probably the type that Young Master Jiaohua who lives in the greenhouse hates the most.

All the muscles in Yan Zekai's body tensed.

At this time, a pair of hands suddenly moved slowly into the line of sight, as white and tender as fresh scallions, holding a pack of unopened tissues, and asked in a low voice: "...do you need it?"

Yan Zekai raised his head slowly, and met a pair of moist and clean eyes. Although there was a bit of timidity in the eyes, they were more concerned.

"Don't you hate me?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

"It's not very good to say that, but I'm just a little scared, because some of the rumors..." Qian Ling said.

At this time, there was a chaotic sound of approaching footsteps in the distance, and more than one person heard the sound.

"Master!"

Qian Ling quickly stuffed the tissue to Yan Zekai, turned his head, and saw only a few boys in school uniforms, looking at Yan Zekai beside him as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

And standing at the front was an adult man in a suit, who was the one who called him Young Master at first, Qian Ling said: "Why did you come in? You have troubled so many people."

"No trouble, no trouble," several boys who were pointed out waved their hands one after another, "As soon as we heard that we were looking for you, we quickly brought someone here."

As he said that, he glanced at Yan Zekai who was beside Qianling again, and pointedly said: "Fortunately, nothing happened."

The man in the suit said: "I saw that you didn't reply halfway through the message. I was afraid that something might happen, so I came here on my own."

Qian Ling glanced at the phone, only to realize that he had indeed received a lot of messages, but because of Yan Zekai's sudden appearance just now, he didn't notice it for a while.

"My question, next time you can call me directly, don't bother to make a trip."

"Okay." The man said, "Then shall we go home?"

"Ah."

After Qianling followed the man and left, the boys who stayed there discussed, "Is that man his driver? Even the driver is so handsome, tsk tsk, I'm afraid there is no chance at all."

"Hahaha, you've never had it, okay?"

"However, the young master talked to us just now. This is a big improvement. One thing to say, he is so good-looking that I couldn't help but want to scream."

Suddenly a sullen voice interjected, "Have you said enough?"

Several boys were startled at the same time, their backs were drenched with sweat, how could they forget that there was this great god.

"Yan, Yan God..."

"The kung fu of yin and yang strange energy just now is very powerful, and it happens that the fist is a little itchy—"

The moment Yan Zekai bent down to pick up the bottle, he was afraid that the few people who caught up with him would disappear in an instant.

He clicked his tongue, and his eyes fell on the bottle of drink that was sent out and returned. It was stained with dust on the ground, and the bottle became distorted.

Yan Zekai didn't seem to have these things in his eyes at all, he buried his head%2C and took a deep breath, carefully smelling the sweet peach smell coming out of the crack.

"Your actions are too perverted, aren't you?" Sitting on the steps not far away, the boy commented, "If the young master finds out, I probably won't want to talk to you in this life."

Yan Zekai, who always did his own thing, suddenly said, "Zhou Qi. Is my reputation really bad?"

"Huh? You finally noticed something." Zhou Qi stood up, patted the dust on his body, and found the tissue in his hand with sharp eyes, "Give me one?"

Yan Zekai said indifferently: "Get lost."

Zhou Qi said: "Look at you like this, you are just a bully, if you want others to like you, go to the next life."

Yan Zekai said: "He said he doesn't hate me."

"Ah?" Zhou Qi didn't react, "Are you satisfied?"

Yan Zekai didn't make a sound.

The distance from not hating to liking is shorter than the distance from hating to liking, isn't it?