Chosen unlucky guy

After hanging up the phone, the subway almost arrived at the station. He Jingle was carried by the crowd and walked towards the exit. Looking at the gray sky outside, he finally couldn't hold back and let out a long sigh.

Quarreling, over the years, father and son have quarreled more often than they sat down and chatted calmly. Logically speaking, they should have gotten used to it long ago. Anyway, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite; Dejectedly kicking the pebbles on the side of the road, arguing and arguing, it's all the same thing, who can bear it?

He Jingle sometimes really doesn't understand his father's brain circuit, and obviously can't understand everything he does. Even if he builds a spaceship one day, it may not be able to give him a good face; Putting him under control wherever he goes, he is so contradictory that he can't help but wonder sometimes: Isn't he a normal person with thinking and ability?If you manage it like this, you can't go east or west, and you can beat and scold as you like. How is that different from raising a dog?

...Thinking about Aunt Ting, she knew that she was planning to retire in Liancheng with peace of mind, but his father kicked him to the imperial capital, and thus became a personal surveillance. This entrepreneur's behavior style is really authoritarian A dictatorship who doesn't even ask for opinions, the devil can stand him!

He raised his feet and walked towards the school gate. His phone vibrated several times on the way, and then he reluctantly took it out to see that it was his mother who was caught in the middle as a peacemaker: "Baby, did you talk to me just now?" Dad had a fight?"

"I don't care about arguing with him!" He Jingle was furious, "I told him a hundred times to stop watching me. I'm an adult now, and I'm not a dog who urinates indiscriminately. He is in charge of my life." Life must have a limit!"

Before he had time to speak, his voice lowered again, deceiving himself and others: "Actually, it's not that he can't control me if he wants to control me. Who told him to be my real father? Just...can you not let me know?"

He Jingle feels that there is no one in this world who can speak better than himself. He has given up even asking the other party not to do so. He only hopes that when he takes every step of his life, he will not always have the time to experience what it is like. He has already been stopped by a phone call or a cold order; no matter where he is, there seems to be an impenetrable net in the world, which can be closed at any time and hold him in the palm of his hand.

This time his mother was silent for a while, and finally said: "Mom knows."

The phone was hung up, and he looked at the pitch-black screen for a while, wiped his face irritably, opened the dialog box again, and honestly edited a text message: [Mom, I'm sorry, I shouldn't text you indiscriminately] temper. ]

However, He Jingle didn't seem to be born with a soft tendon. Even such a very simple sentence, when he sent it, he felt blush and heartbeat, which was very embarrassing.

So, taking advantage of the gap before receiving a reply, he quickly turned the vibration mode to silent, closed his eyes and dared not look at it, put it in his pocket, and didn't turn it back on until he went back to the dormitory at night to order takeaway. It was also at this time that I finally saw the message that Xin Sui had sent him a long time ago: [No more toys? ]

He listlessly: [No more, I still have a lot. ]

Immediately, it showed that it was typing for a long time, and then sent another sentence: [I'm sorry about the daytime affairs, I may be a little socially afraid. ]

daytime?What happened during the day?

Young Master He's memory was not as good as that of a goldfish. He looked back blankly for a while before realizing that what the other party was probably talking about was the moment when he lost his temper in laughter and then his mouth was covered.

But isn't this quite normal, who doesn't have a few friends who need to be beaten?Besides, it's not an excessive move. You know, just kicking each other so many feet with Ke Wenyao over the years is enough for them to qualify for the World Cup.

So he replied generously: [It's okay, everyone has a time when they can't get used to the idiots around them. ]

Xin Sui slowly: "..."

He Jingle's way of chatting, which hurt eight hundred enemies and self-damage ten thousand, shocked him again, so that he couldn't think of a suitable answer for a long time, so he could only change the subject. The number of the director who called you does not seem to be saved, the one starting with 186, you should reply to her. ]

186, what 186?

Xiao He replied sharply: [How do you know that my height is 185.5 rounded to 186? ]

Xin Sui said again: "..."

With a wooden face, he felt that there was no way we could continue talking today.

The conversation between the two was unilaterally interrupted, and He Jingle did not force him to stay. Looking at the strange number in the call log, he felt a little uneasy: Although he spoke well to his own father, it really made him To be a star, he himself knew that it might not be reliable, let alone other things, with his bad temper, how could anyone value him?

So when Yan Yu opened the door, he was only seen sitting at the table, sighing over a bowl of untouched braised chicken and rice, like a two hundred and five.

Every day, Yan Yu bounces back and forth between thinking that He Jingle is a good person and thinking that he is a big fool. For example, now, he decided to ignore it, but he couldn't take it anymore, and finally said: "If you can't eat it, throw it away, braised chicken Did you provoke you?"

"... In your eyes, am I just a fool who will be depressed for half an hour because I can't eat?"

Young Master He was not happy, he pushed his meal forward, turned to him and asked, "Hey, Yan Yu, I want to ask you something."

Needless to say, He Jingle really has a deceptive face, so that when he stares at others, he will easily give the other party the illusion that he is actually a serious person. Yan Yu looked at him, After a moment of trance, he calmed down and said: "What?"

He Jingle kicked his feet, and the gaming chair that he bought with a huge sum of money slid quickly to the side of Yan Yu. He put his arms on the latter's table in a familiar way, and blinked at him with his chin: " Do you think I am suitable to be a star?"

"..."

Yan Yu turned away expressionlessly: "Not suitable."

"why?"

"Because you're an idiot who will be depressed for half an hour because you can't eat."

"..."

He Jingle couldn't do it all at once, and slid back to his seat in despair, holding his mobile phone and starting to send messages in the group, with only one central thought: [Brothers, do you think I am suitable to be a star? ]

Ke Wenyao replied: [What are you crazy about? ]

Xiang Kongshan replied: [If you are a star, there are still rumors flying all over the sky, be careful to pick up all the math papers you scored 38 in the high school entrance examination. ]

Yu Yehao started to digress: [It’s not impossible. I like a little fresh meat recently. It is said that the bust is 102. If you become popular, can you ask him for an autographed photo? ]

Xiang Kongshan also digressed, his cold words couldn't stop his eccentric heart: [Think about you, if the young master can be angry, I will stand on my head and pour the rice cooked by Ke Er through my nostrils. ]

Ke Wenyao: [?What's wrong with my cooking, isn't it delicious?Why do you connotate me again? ]

Yu Kangzhe appeared in the group belatedly: [Le Tsai, is it not good to be the second generation rich?Can't think of what to be a star! ]

……

Seeing that the topics of these people are getting more and more biased, but the meaning conveyed is very clear. Anyway, he disagrees anyway. He Jingle is finally discouraged and decides to stop this matter. What Yu Kangzhe said was right, wouldn't it be nice for him to be a rich second generation who just eats and waits to die?

The call log was still flashing on the always-on screen interface, he sighed, and covered it with his fingers, intending to delete this too, in short, he didn’t want to leave any traces; he didn’t know why it was so small, he noticed The table seemed to shake suddenly, and then, a dear friend shouted in the corridor: "Damn it, it seems like an earthquake!"

What, an earthquake?

He Jingle was stunned, and then, as if suddenly realizing something, he looked down:

A phone call has been made silently, the number starting with——

186.

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Don't worry, the young master won't be able to become a star after dialing this call, unless I change the name of this program from "Creation 111" to "Creation 000"

Le Zai, who has been away for half his life, is still (two hundred and five) (father is very rich) amateur when he comes back.

[ps I forgot to say!I really haven't watched the draft at all, it's all made up by me!Everything serves to make He Jingle unlucky

pps 102 Little Fresh Meat, which Yu Ye liked so much, collapsed that night. He felt that He Jingle's power should not be underestimated, and he would never rely on him again

ppps ecstasy to the heart of Kongshan

pppps Ke Wenyao's food is really bad. Xin Sui didn't believe in evil at first, but after eating it once, he said that he might as well let him smell the shit on He Jingle's hands