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Qiao Yin was so depressed that he wanted to cry. He felt that his secret love hadn't had time to take root and grow into a towering tree, but was ruthlessly strangled to death in the cradle by the person he liked.

He collapsed powerlessly on the sofa, and suddenly recalled how his roommates who had lost their love behaved when they were in college, as if they were drinking to drown their sorrows.

He got drunk without saying a word, and then cried and laughed in the dormitory, squatting at the desk for a while, and throwing himself on the bed for a while.

It makes people look funny and feel pitiful.

And today it's finally his turn, and he also wants to try this artificial feeling of broken love!Pay homage to the secret love that died without a disease!

Qiao Yin took a few cans of beer from the refrigerator and placed them neatly next to the computer. Then he opened the edited videos posted by Zong Jin on Station C for the drinks and dishes. .

The taste of beer is not good. He rarely drank it before. Even if someone persuaded him, he would refuse it as soon as he could.But tonight, as if he was drinking plain water, he poured it without frowning. Three or four cans were emptied in the blink of an eye, and his face began to flush slightly.

His sanity gradually became blurred, and he had been holding back before speaking, but now he couldn't hold it anymore.

In the video, when Zong Jin said something, Qiao Yin responded sullenly. Occasionally, when he saw the barrage praising Zong Jin or his teammates, he also complained a few words in dissatisfaction, as if he was taking this opportunity to vent his anger. Dissatisfaction in my heart.

After drinking, the video was almost finished. Because of the alcohol, the dissatisfaction accumulated in Qiao Yin's heart reached its peak.

He opened the drawer and took out his mobile phone, tried to stay awake and opened his eyes wide, muttered, clicked on WeChat, found a familiar black profile picture, pressed his voice, and crackled with his tongue.

"I'm very uncomfortable, I'm panicking in my heart, if I don't ask, I will be very entangled and uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, super uncomfortable!"

"Surname Zong! Let me ask you, do you really regard me as a friend? Or is it just because I discovered your secret that you can't do it to me? In fact, I hate it when I find you and pester you. I'm just a businessman?"

"I know, I know, you have such a good attitude towards everyone, but you are very disgusted and impatient with me, but you have to coax me. You really hate me, maybe you still think I He is a scheming person who uses secrets to force you to compromise, to send me selfies, to play games with me, and to accept so many gifts from you!"

"But I really don't have any bad intentions. I just like you. Is it wrong to like you? You have so many fans, and they can all express their love for you openly, but because I know you, I have to work hard to restrain myself. Afraid of being known by you, afraid of being alienated by you..."

"I don't know if I should regret meeting you. If we hadn't met in reality and I was just a simple fan of yours, maybe it wouldn't be so embarrassing now... hiccup~"

His head was getting heavier and heavier, Qiao Yin didn't know what he was talking about at the end, he slumped on the chair, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

The next day he woke up with a swollen head and pain. He was dazed for a while, and he couldn't even tell whether it was day or night. He sat up blankly. After a while, his consciousness gradually returned, and he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

He swept the beer cans on the table, lowered his head and pulled the neckline to smell his clothes. It was very smelly, and he quickly stood up and walked to the bathroom.

The water rushed over his head, and he suddenly remembered why he drank last night, and it seemed that he had forgotten something important. Qiao Yin tried his best to recall, and suddenly a flash of light flashed in his head, which made him tremble in fright, and his legs were almost limp. fall.

He hurriedly put on a towel, rushed out of the bathroom to the study, and found the mobile phone next to the beer can.

It was indeed his mobile phone, but it was not the new one that he used frequently, but the old mobile phone that he found out specially in order to apply for a WeChat account.

Qiao Yin unlocked it with trembling fingers. He forgot to log out last night, and the page was directly the WeChat chat page.

There was a small bright red circle hanging on Zong Jin's profile picture, indicating that there was a new message, and he didn't need to click on the content of the message, it was very straightforward on the page: Qiao Yin?you're drunk.

In six words, Qiao Yin was almost sentenced to death with a reprieve.

He really sent a message to Zong Jin last night, not in a dream, but for real, and the small scabbard he used didn't have a knife number, and his vest fell off.

But Qiao Yin was still a little lucky about what content he posted.

Because he had never been drunk before, he didn't know whether he would sleep peacefully or go crazy when he was drunk.

Maybe I just accidentally pressed the wrong button?

And wearing a vest is a matter, and he can explain at that time that it is because he is embarrassed to let him know, there is no malice, and it should not be a serious matter.

In doing so, Qiao Yin opened the chat history of the two of them, and when he could see so many voice messages without scrolling up, and each one lasted a long time, he held on to the chat with weak legs. The sofa sat down.

While reciting the blessings of the Buddha, tremblingly clicked on the first one.

A total of three to four minutes of speech, but Qiao Yin felt that the seconds seemed like years, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he couldn't help shivering in the summer.

Although he stumbled when he was drunk, the disadvantage of speaking too standard Mandarin is perfectly reflected at this moment. He speaks every word clearly and expresses the meaning very well. It is hard to excuse him. Know how to excuse.

He was drunk and drunk, and used a small sheath without a knife to complain to Zong Jin about his grievances. By the way, he confessed, but Zong Jin recognized him and dropped his horse, and politely rejected him on the grounds that he was drunk.

Qiao Yin wailed and wanted to pretend to be dead with a headache.

If there is regret medicine in the world, he just wants to wear it back to last night, hang up that idiot himself and beat him up!

It's a mistake to drink!The brothers in the dormitory were already in love and then fell in love, crying and shouting and then calling the object is also a well-known example, at best they will not be blocked.

He has never been in love at all, and he might be better than a stranger in Zong Jin's place. The ghost knows that he likes him, but whether he will accept it, and this sudden incident is simply a devastating ending.

Qiao Yin regretted to death, and was so afraid that Zong Jin had blocked him, but unfortunately there is no medicine for regret in the world!

Zong Jin's reply, he couldn't figure out what it meant at all. He didn't delve into the fact that he had a small scabbard and no knife, and he didn't say a few more words about drinking. It seemed to be a very common reply.

But because there is too little information, he can't see what he wants to express, whether the fragile friendship between the two has come to an end, or he agrees to let him go down the slope and get drunk and not mention this matter, both of them act as if nothing happened continue to communicate?

Qiao Yin couldn't figure out what Zong Jin was thinking, and felt irritable and worried, and couldn't think of how to reply.

At the same time, I was also afraid that if he couldn't reply, he would really have no place to cry.

If it is yourself, knowing that the friends around you have thoughts about you, and you don't like the other party, and you know that you will not give the other party a clear response, you will definitely alienate them deliberately and stop giving the other party any hope.

What about Zong Jin?Would he think the same way?

Qiao Yin anxiously waited until Zong Jin started broadcasting in the afternoon. He had no taste for the day, didn't eat anything, and didn't even notice that he was hungry. He didn't even take his favorite snacks, so he sat in front of the computer with a cup of cool white and waited. with.

Zong Jin obviously wasn't very interested today, he didn't talk a lot, so he just buried himself in the game, and didn't even bother to tease his teammates.

When Qiao Yin mentioned it in his heart, was he still affected by his words?

But he has already exposed his vest with a small scabbard and no sword, and even if he is curious and worried, he dare not use this account to speak, for fear of touching Zong Jin's Ni Lin, and his mood will be even worse if he sees it.

But fortunately, he can't ask, there are other bullet screens to help him ask.

Zong Jin seldom had this kind of time, he always gave people a happy feeling, so taciturn, he must have encountered something.

The barrage was very worried, and Zong Jin finally explained after a long time, and said coldly: "It is true that I have encountered a difficult matter, but I will deal with it as soon as possible, so you don't have to worry too much."

"Am I a tricky thing...?" Qiao Yin muttered to himself.

The author has something to say:

I'm not in a sadomasochistic relationship, I'm going further and further down the road of spreading dog blood... But soon, there are at most three chapters (? Maybe two chapters), and we will be together...