National First Love and His Little Jasmine

The night sky after the rain is washed by ink, the clouds that flow like tulle leave gaps, and the moonlight casts faintly

The night sky after the rain, as if washed by ink, the clouds that flowed like tulle left gaps, and the moonlight shone weakly.

Looking down from the balcony is the deserted long street. Song Shiqing stood on the fence and quietly looked at the hard and flat concrete floor, falling into a slightly tangled thought.

When a person clearly knows that he is in a dream, what will happen next has already happened in reality, and this event makes him unhappy and disappointed, will he still choose to continue to let this happen?

The answer is of course no, who would like to experience an unpleasant experience again.

Then if one more condition is added, if you jump now, you may die in a dream?

The person will rightfully be shaken.

Song Shiqing was naturally shaken, even if death in the dream was a small probability event, he didn't want to bet on the high probability.

After thinking about it, he sat down, his tall figure curled up, one leg was bent, and his knee supported his jaw, the other leg was dangling high in the air, and he counted down three seconds in his heart.

Three, two, one...

Then slow and steady footsteps sounded, and the door behind him was gently opened, and the soft male voice poured into Song Shiqing's ears like a trickle from a hot spring.

"Song Shiqing, have you made up your mind?"

Same problem as expected.

Song Shiqing lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes stretched a layer of shadow like butterfly wings on the lower eyelids, restrained all the emotions in his eyes, and said honestly: "Think it over, I don't want it."

He didn't want to engage in multiplayer sports at all. He had already thought about this question during the actual scumbag mock exam and refused many times.

Even when it was the main course Neptune exam, Song Shiqing just got the required favorability very quickly and applied for the exam settlement. A passing score is enough, and he never thought about staying and having anything to do with all the NPCs.

It doesn't make sense to take the scumbag exam in the sub-class, to be a scumbag who needs a scumbag, and all the NPCs fall in love with him, so he will dedicate himself to a bunch of data.

And even if you sacrifice yourself, you may not be able to pass the test. After all, these NPCs are willing to coexist peacefully with him, and they will not feel hurt or scummed at all because of his 'derailment'.

Song Shiqing is still the No. 1 person who can pass the scumbag test to the Ultimate Sea King version, and is also the first person to fail the mock test of this course several times.

"So you just want to be alone with me?"

The man walked to his side at some point, there were footsteps just now, but now it was like a ghost floating around.

Song Shiqing shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "I don't want any of you."

"Then why did you seduce my brother? Did you guys do anything but hug? Did you kiss him?"

The man's tone sounded angry and jealous, but Song Shiqing knew that he was only unhappy because he was not treated fairly.

The current dream is the end scene of the mock exam he failed in the last time, and then he will tell the reason frankly, and rely on the system to judge that he violated the rules and failed the exam to get away completely.

Thinking this way, Song Shiqing said, "Because I'm taking an exam, the content is to make you feel the feelings of those who have been hurt by you before, so I seduce your brother because I want to..."

Why didn't the dream end?

He clearly mentioned the offending word 'examination'.

Every time in the past, the dream when I failed the exam reappeared, it will not continue.

"Thinking about what?"

The man's lips came close to his ear, and the scorching breath sprayed on the side of his ear, scratching a dense itching.

Song Shiqing turned his head sideways.

In his dream, he couldn't see the man's face, but when he glanced down, he found that the man's clothes were wide open, his delicate collarbone was exposed to the air, and there was an inconspicuous red mole on the lower left.

After a pause, he still finished the rest of the sentence because of the doubts in the exam, "I want you to regret the way of heaven and reincarnation, and see who the heavens spare."

It's very secondary school lines, but that's how it's taught in textbooks.

Song Shiqing doesn't know how to lie, and he doesn't like to lie, and there is no need to lie now.

It might sound inhumane or even cold-hearted, but he really doesn't feel guilty for hurting a bunch of sane codes. This is just his exam, let alone his dream now.

The man chuckled nonchalantly, and asked again: "What about the rest? You haven't answered the last two questions."

The tulle that blocked the moon did not know when it flowed away, and the cold moonlight leaked down, stinging the eyes of the person looking up.

Song Shiqing raised his head and squinted his eyes, always feeling that something was wrong with the moon in his dream, and there seemed to be fluctuations of water and light around the circle.

"I didn't do anything. I didn't kiss him. I just wanted to make you sad."

In fact, hugs are only after the other party's precise calculation.

Song Shiqing's original plan was just to pretend to announce that he had moved on.

"You never kissed me." The man said aggrievedly, "You like my brother, then my brother and I can satisfy any of your physical needs, but you can't abandon me."

Song Shiqing corrected: "I don't like your brother, and I don't have any physical needs right now."

An inexplicable anxiety rose in his heart, and this different dream made him lose the confidence of a prophet.

The man seemed to sense his emotions and asked, "What are you nervous about?"

"I didn't, I was just a little annoyed."

The man laughed suddenly, "Then let's do something happy, so that your irritability will dissipate."

Before Song Shiqing asked, he felt a sudden change in the surrounding environment, his eyes seemed to be covered with soft silk, and he couldn't see anything.

He found himself lying down, his whole body sunk in the soft quilt, his slender limbs spread out, and something locked his hands and feet, like a slender soft rope that melted with water, which couldn't hurt him at all. But it also made him unable to move, only the head could make a simple shake.

A pair of hands that were so cold that they were not alive touched Song Shiqing's cheeks, painted the deep and delicate eyebrows, slid down the tall nasal bones, and landed on the lips that were so tightly pressed that only a little bit of blood could be seen.

The man's voice became the only familiar driftwood in his ears.

The man asked, "Can I kiss you?"

No.

But Song Shiqing couldn't answer.

He couldn't open his mouth to continue his bluntness, but he shook his head to express his resistance, and he did the same with his body.

"But this time it's not up to you."

The man seemed to straddle him, his body temperature, which was so cold that it was not like a living person, was completely different from his gentle movements.

Song Shiqing tensed up all over, and began to pray that he would wake up from this dream sooner. Neither his supernatural powers nor pheromones could suppress this person, and his own dream could not be controlled by himself. This feeling was terrifying, as if his fate was in the hands of others hands, that's why he didn't dare to use extreme methods to force himself to wake up.

The man leaned down and asked in his ear, "Are you nervous now?"

Song Shiqing nodded and added something in his heart.

Because I don't want you to kiss me.

The man rubbed his face, "Why are you always so straightforward? You don't even hide your thoughts, it's so cute."

Song Shiqing: "..."

This was the first time he heard someone praise his straightforwardness.

The rope-like water flow suddenly moved, miraculously pulling his hand and lifting it up.

Immediately afterwards, the arm was swept by soft hair, and his wrist was wrapped around the man's neck.

The man lowered his head, and his breath became as cold as his body.

"Song Shiqing, I want to kiss you."

The hoarse and magnetic voice slowly approached Song Shiqing's ears. He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in. He was a little annoyed, but he couldn't get angry, because his cognition told him that it was a dream, but it was a little subtle. Nervous, obviously just a dream.

In the end, when even his lips could feel the coolness on the man's lips, everything was like a huge gap was cut at the bottom of the long river of time and space, and the voice of cousin Liu Shaowen was the axe, bringing him back to reality .

"Song Shiqing, wake up, your mother called you!"

The knock on the door sounded like a reminder, Song Shiqing stayed motionless under the quilt, only showing a fluffy top of his hair.

His light brain E detected his waking up, turned off the Do Not Disturb mode, accompanied by Liu Shaowen's knocking on the door and shouting, and began to broadcast to him who had contacted him during the time he was sleeping.

Little E: "Ms. Song called 53 calls to remind me of a blind date."

Liu Shaowen: "Song Shiqing, get up quickly!"

Little E: "Ten text messages from Liu Shaowen reminding me to wake up."

Liu Shaowen: "If you don't get up again, I will dismantle your door!"

Little E: "Mr. Zha sent a list of test partners to your starbox..."

Liu Shaowen: "Ancestor, get up quickly, if you can't, let me know that you are still alive!"

"Little E, can you shut up?" Song Shiqing's throat was dry and his voice was low and deep, "I want to be quiet now, and you get Liu Shaowen away too."

He was dizzy from the noise, his thoughts were more chaotic than a ball of wool, and he desperately needed a space for self-isolation.

Little E: "Okay, now turn on the self-closing mode."

The instant Xiao E finished speaking, all voices went away from him.

After a while, Song Shiqing got up from the bed, took a shower, washed his underwear, washed his sheets and quilt covers.

After restoring the room to the way it was before going to bed, he sat down and was in a daze.

The blush on the tips of his ears never faded, he half-covered his face, closed his long and narrow eyes, and sank into the soft sofa, feeling dazed and depressed.

Obviously nothing happened in the dream, why did he wake up like this?And he doesn't feel anything yet...

"Song Shiqing!"

"Your mother asked you to go on a blind date!"

Liu Shaowen's yell was accompanied by a "shua", and Song Shiqing looked up and saw that the door of the room was disintegrated by Liu Shaowen with his supernatural power.

The air is full of jasmine fragrance, which belongs to the smell of Song Shiqing's pheromone, with the aggressive oppression of the same sex, rushing towards Liu Shaowen.

Just as he was about to step back, his knees suddenly softened uncontrollably, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop, his body instinctively surrendering to the strong.

But my heart is not convinced at all.

"Fuck, are you in heat? Such a strong smell?"

"Ah bah, good brother, quickly put away your pheromone, put away! Your brother is going to die!"

Song Shiqing: "..."

Song Shiqing put away the pheromone expressionlessly, and the roots of his ears became redder.

He said: "Liu Shaowen, aunt is right, you are really cheap."