Chosen unlucky guy

Until a long time later, Yan Yu was still deeply impressed by this scene. He remembered He Jingle's expression was cold at that time, with a completely different indifference on his face, and as the voice fell, some memories followed The gates rushed out, causing him to suddenly remember who the name Yao Xuan belonged to.

Almost stunned, he matched a face in his memory with this name, and secretly thought: Yao Xuan, is that talented girl Yao Xuan from the class next door?

This title is not for nothing, at least in the entire D University, the other party's name is resounding - he is a very famous writer.

It was rumored that when she was in high school, she had already had a work published in a very high-ranking magazine in China, and she was recommended to participate in some writing competition back then, but there seemed to be something wrong with her body at that time, and she missed the championship trophy; The matter seemed to be a knot in her heart, and she didn't choose a related major until the college entrance examination. Instead, she came to the imperial capital and studied taxation at D University.

These miscellaneous rumors were still in the dormitory when he just started school. He heard Ji Hancen say casually. Because I have never seen the deity, I have never been able to associate the name with this face. It is just a powerful character and has no sense of reality.

But now, the person who lives in someone else's mouth is standing opposite him and He Jingle, a few steps away, wearing a plain white dress, holding two books in his hands, looking like he is about to go to class, but his expression is inexplicably lonely , while He Jingle put his hands in his pockets, the mask covered most of his face, a shallow furrow formed between his brows, and he repeated Yao Xuan's name in a very puzzled way: "Are you okay?"

Yao Xuan then bit his lip and said hesitantly: "Jing Le, are you free at noon, I would like to treat you to a meal."

He Jingle paused, as if he didn't expect that the other party would come to invite him like this, a very mocking smile appeared on his lips, he looked rather domineering and cool, but he really looked like a dandy young master; it's just that the software didn't follow Going on, he groaned for a long time, almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and finally choked out a sentence: "Are you okay?"

Yan Yu, who was listening with pricked ears, said, "..."

Yao Xuan didn't seem to surf the Internet very much, and said in a daze, "It's okay, I just want to have a meal together...by the way, catch up on the old days."

reminisce?

Yan Yu's ears froze again, feeling like he had heard something extraordinary. He guessed that He Jingle would not go to the appointment, after all, there was Xin Sui, his genuine boyfriend, but he thought about it, but in the end he still didn't guess. However, He Jingle actually just casually said, "It's not necessary."

"It's very strange." He Jingle's voice was not loud, but it was just enough for Yao Xuan to hear, "I didn't see you before when there was no such thing, and you wanted to catch up with me... Maybe you think I'm funny now, so Came here to make fun of me?"

The class bell rang at this moment, he put his arm around Yan Yu's neck, turned around and walked into the classroom, Yao Xuan still refused to let go: "Jing Le, I am—"

The back door of the classroom was slammed shut, leaving behind broken voices.

The class is a public class, and it is arranged in the lecture theater. When the two of them sneaked into the last row of the classroom like thieves, Yan Yu looked at He Jingle full of doubts, but the words were still Before he had time to say a word, he saw the other party making a report with a primary school student, took a picture of the empty blackboard, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll call my boyfriend first."

He Jingle doesn't seem to have the consciousness that he is now a half-public figure. Just now he was outside picking up Joe, but now he is giggling silly, so stupid that people can't bear to look directly at him:

[Xin Sui, I'm coming to class!Kiss/kiss/]

He hid under the table, sent the photos, but still felt dissatisfied, and then sent several small expressions of kissing and hugging, just like an old cadre, Xin Sui replied to him with a younger than ok Huang Shou; So, Yan Yu, who watched the whole process, couldn't hold back, and said inconceivably:

"He Jingle, the relationship between the two of you is quite fresh, why is Xin Sui acting like your homeroom teacher?"

"You are young, can you stop saying things that make you impotent?" Young Master He was still not happy, "Don't you know that every class teacher in my class has been bald since kindergarten?"

"... Where do I know where to go!"

He Jingle didn't say a word, and continued to work diligently with his head down and fell in love. After talking for about 2 minutes, he didn't know what kind of trouble he was committing, so he snapped and threw the phone into the pocket of the table; the screen was still on, The latest message above is Xin Sui's reply to him: [Take a good class first, and then talk after class. ]

Young Master He, who was forced to be a good man, was very melancholy, very melancholy, and felt that he was more suitable for picking up garbage.

His head was still under the table, and now he was holding the table with both hands, trying to lift his head up, but he used too much force before, and he didn't know which corner he stuffed his head into, and now he couldn't lift it up no matter what, In a very awkward posture - stuck in front of the baffle behind and the table and chairs in front.

Oh shit, fuck it.

He Jingle didn't move, and he couldn't move at all. He just maintained such a posture, thinking about a question over and over again:

Does he really need this diploma?Can he really drop out of school?

Yan Yu noticed that he was strangely quiet, and thought that he and Xin Sui were having trouble again, so he came over and asked, "What's the matter, if you don't play, just get up and listen to the class, otherwise what's the difference between you and sleeping in the dormitory?"

"Why don't you just pretend that I'm asleep... No, just pretend that I'm dead." He replied with tears in his eyes.

"..."

Ignoring Yan Yu's process from being shocked to speechless, in short, in this huge lecture theater, everyone is listening to the class carefully, only in the corner of the last row, He Jingle's ears are red from holding back, and he is pulling out his head together with Yan Yu .

The house leak happened to be raining at night, and the teacher on the podium still had to roll the roll. I didn't know which page to turn to, and even his voice was smiling: "Our class now has a big star... He Jingle, are you here yet?"

"I'm here, teacher!"

A hand was raised faintly from the table—and only one hand.

"Student He, what is your posture?"

He Jingle said with tears, "Oh, I'm more shy."

"..."

It was too late to say it, thank you roommate, thank the almighty Brother Yan, before drawing everyone's attention, Young Master He's head was finally pulled out like that big carrot in the field with a bang.

Bathed in the teacher's subtle gaze, he sat upright, his face stiffened with a smile; this time he was finally exposed, and Yan Yu next to him suddenly pulled him again: "He Jingle."

"What?"

"Well, don't you feel that the back of your head is a little scratched?" The other party's eyes wandered, and his eyes dodged.

"What... hey, it seems that you really—"

He Jingle stretched out his hand to touch it in surprise, there was something warm and sticky on his hand, and he looked again: Good guy, I used too much force just now, it seems that a piece of skin has been scratched, and the table pocket is still loose His flowing hair.

"..."

At the same time, Xin Sui, who was far away in University B, received a message from his little boyfriend:

[Xin Sui, if I become bald, will you still love me? ]

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Xin Sui: (in comforting the little boyfriend) I'm not bald, and I'll grow back, so don't say any more!

【See you tomorrow!