Chosen unlucky guy

Because of this unexpected meeting, Xin Sui didn't have an easy time in the next period of time: After all, the rumors about him and Ji Xian's sex were spreading wildly in the academy, and the scene where the big beauty put down her face and shed tears was really very sad. Could it be that this group of postgraduates who were almost moldy in school were excited.When it was a little later, Song Jiamao, who was in the dormitory, couldn't hold back and asked him insinuatingly: "Xin Sui, are you and Ji Xian really breaking up?"

No one around knows the twists and turns between him and Ji Xian, and he himself generally doesn't like to make things go away; therefore, even if Ji Xian handed over his plans in the competition, Xin Sui still took the other party's face into consideration.Later, the two parted ways, and they only said to the outside world that they did not agree with each other and could not be friends, so they lightly revealed the matter.

Based on Xin Sui's connections in the school, of course everyone would not take the initiative to bring it up, but now seeing Ji Xian standing on the side of the road with red eyes and hanging high on the confession wall of the campus, this reason cannot stand foot -

Like Song Jiamao, Xin Sui's only roommate, a man of God who firmly believes that Ji Xian and Xin Sui are definitely having an affair, of course he can't hold back now, and after asking, he will be a peacemaker: "Hey, Brother Sui, I think Ji Xian You cried a lot, can't you just sit down and talk about it?"

In fact, Song Jiamao's question was well-intentioned, but he was a little bit backward, and he just kicked Xin Sui's nearest iron board, so that the latter couldn't control it for a while, and said in a bad tone: "It's up to the police to decide the case." Crying miserably, will anyone be released without guilt?"

Song Jiamao was so aggressively choked, but he didn't react for a while. Xin Sui's brain turned faster than him, and he laughed just for a moment, as if the irony with a gun and a stick just now was an illusion, and said: " Alright, I know what's going on, I'm young, but I'm quite worried...Song Jiamao, do you want to grow white hair?"

As we all know, student Xiao Song has just turned 22 this year, and he is considered young in the research institute, but he is a young man with a gray hair, because the stars are not good-looking, so he runs around in the school all year round with his yellow hair that has drifted away. Also because of his lively personality, people gave him the nickname "Little Golden Retriever".

Therefore, Xin Sui's words are quite skillful, neither too intimate nor cold, and as for his true thoughts, he has not revealed his true thoughts at all, just like a monkey who has cultivated to become a master in Mount Emei. , with more eyes than briquettes.

Seeing that the little golden retriever student had already stopped talking worriedly, and foolishly touched the top of his fluffy head, he looked like he would be tricked into attending a lecture when he was old, and was easily led off topic; Xin Sui laughed in his heart He let out a cry, but such secret and evil happiness only lasted for a short moment. After a while, the feeling of irritability came back. He looked at the unfinished proposal on the screen for a long time without reading a single word.

...a fart number, he thought.

In the afternoon, Xin Sui was called to the tutor's office to help with the piles of documents waiting for review. To put it bluntly, it was actually physical work. Every college student who had a slightly better relationship with the tutor could not escape this kind of experience. As for the review The document is just a cover, and there is nothing else besides making a form.

This clear cognition made him want to run away halfway, but after thinking about it, there was no suitable reason.He took out his phone, ignored the lively group messages on it, and wanted to swipe away, but suddenly saw He Jingle's chat box that had sunk to the bottom, so the fingers that slid the screen paused, and his shoulders were not too obvious. collapsed.

It has been several days since he had no contact with He Jingle, this is clearly the result he wanted, but now he feels empty again, as if something is missing.

Xin Sui rarely logged on to QQ, which is not commonly used, and found the two-person group chat with He Jingle on the group chat page - he felt childish when it was established, and he had already cleared it from the message list. Now he looks at the empty chat On the interface, the only message was a question mark from Xiang Kongshan. The more he looked at it, the more annoying he became, and with a flick of his fingertip, he sent a puppy emoji into it.

The puppy was a Samoyed with a tilted head and a wide grin, looking nothing like himself.

So after Xin Sui sent it, he withdrew it in seconds, but He Jingle seemed to be living in his mobile phone, and pressed him with a question mark in seconds, and his tone looked fierce: [Is there something wrong? ]

Xin Sui, a Chinese man who wants to be strong all his life, replied: [Sorry, wrong screen. ]

Young Master He is capable of dealing with this person, if he is ambushed, he is really hooked, and immediately asks unhappily: [Who are you chatting with and posting such cute emoticons? ]

But it seemed that he realized that this question was too possessive, so He Jingle also withdrew it. In a university dormitory far, far away, Young Master He was about to bite his silver teeth into pieces, thinking with great pleasure: How could you be with me? Chatting is cold, and chatting with others and posting such cute things?

The conversation between the two stopped at the sentence where Xin Sui said that he sent the wrong screen, and after a while, He Jingle replied: [Oh. ]

He Jingle began to feel depressed again, or rather, when he didn't meet Xin Sui, there was never a time when he wasn't depressed.

Like at this time, he threw his phone on the bed, slapped his whole body on the bed, sighed a long time, and vividly explained to Yan Yu at the table with his excellent lazy style that he didn't get up at two o'clock in the afternoon. What is meant by "mud can't support the wall, and two hundred and five meals don't get up without getting up", and sighed a thousand times in one breath, making people very worried that he will poke over due to lack of oxygen in the next second: "Yan Yu——"

Yan Yu: "...let it go."

But Young Master He was silent again, for a long time, so long that Yan Yu thought he was asleep, so he said, "What kind of person do you want to be friends with?"

This question really stopped Yan Yu who thought he couldn't make a good fart. He froze slightly, and the sentence "It's not like you anyway" that came to his mouth made several detours. He didn't say it out, but said bluntly: "It's compatible, it's fate."

Why didn't you say it?Yan Yu himself also wanted to ask himself, such an ambiguous conversation is not suitable for him and He Jingle, but he thought about it and thought about it, but finally he didn't think of the answer. Not happy.

He and He Jingle were roommates, and they got along day and night. Of course, he knew that the other party was unhappy recently, and he didn't even bother to move.

Sometimes Yan Yu's cognition of He Jingle is very contradictory. He thinks that such a young master character is probably born with nothing to worry about, and of course he will not suffer from this kind of friendship; It's like a mallet, it's hard to tell which is black and which is white - just think about it, I have advised him so many times with sincerity, which one doesn't always end in a big fight?

But on the other hand, since there were only the two of them left in the dormitory, the more they got along, the more Yan Yu felt that it was not completely like this.

He was thinking about everything that happened recently, but the little young master He who was lying on the bed seemed to be able to read minds, and repeated what he had said: "It's a good match... a fate..."

"Anyway, it's not like me?"

He Jingle's voice was very firm, with a smile on his face, and the two of them fell silent for a long time. After a while, he turned over on the bed, poked his head out from the edge of the bed, and said with a crooked smile, "Then Yan Yu, you too Will you send cute puppy emojis with people you get along with?"

What emoji?Where is it?

Yan Yu was confused and thought incomprehensibly.

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Let me imitate the scene of the 80-year-old Xin Sui arguing with He Jingle.

Xin Sui: You introduced me to your sister as a date.

He Jingle: You send puppy emojis to others.

Xin Sui: You introduced me to your sister as a date.

He Jingle: You send puppy emojis to others.

And when there was a quarrel, Yu Ye would stick to the door and listen after the square dance at night. One day Xiang Kongshan finally couldn't take it anymore and asked him, baby, are you not tired of listening to this thing every day?

Yu Yehao said that you, an old man who doesn't like to join in the fun and even doesn't like to dance in the square, knows farts, so Xiang Kongshan was also angry, and said to Kongshan: Do you remember when you were 17 years old and gave us a big mouth in the math competition? son.

Yu Yehao: Why didn't you say that you lied to me in your sophomore year of high school and asked me to teach you math!

Xiang Kongshan: You lick my mouth.

Yu Yehao: You lied to me to learn mathematics.

Me: The four of you can't love each other, you can't live without it

【See you tomorrow!See you tomorrow Le Zai and Sui Ge!