boys' feelings are always poetry

107.

"Squad leader! Are you playing games?"

After Song Yu sent this message, he received a reply soon.

"Ah."

Song Yu saw that Lu Jixue was wearing a new silver shirt and hot new clothes, and had to wear it. Lu Jixue went further and further on the road of krypton gold, and blocked the roads of many people, leaving them nowhere to go and no place to feel ashamed. .

"I got two sets, and I'll give you one set."

Seeing this news, Song Yu was a little tempted. Although the silver shirt was pink and tender, which did not meet Song Yu's aesthetics at all, but the clothes full of RMB smell were flying in the wind, and the golden light lifted up had the smell of RMB. On the road, Song Yu, a humble Huazi, can look at people with his nostrils, which is so domineering and tempting. Is this the so-called vanity?

"Squad leader, how much did you spend? I'll pay you back."

Song Yu knows that this set of clothes cannot be measured only by money. Sometimes if you are lucky, you can get one out of the guaranteed gold box. If you are unlucky, it may take a long time to open it, but apart from money, there seems to be no more suitable thing to bring. Measured.

"Two dollars."

Song Yu was speechless. He was neither a fool nor a gamer. According to Song Yu's operation ability, Song Yu was an experienced online game enthusiast and a skilled operator. He just had no money to krypton gold.

"you're lying!"

If this sentence is put into reality, Song Yu can add a bit of coldness when speaking in front of Lu Jixue, so that people can understand his ruthlessness better, but just reading the words, it seems a bit coquettish the meaning of.

"You figured it out." Lu Jixue smiled. From his point of view, this is coquettishness, the kind of loli coquettish who wears a pink tutu skirt, a hairpin with rabbit ears, and dances around.

"How much is it?"

This sentence looked normal, Song Yu was satisfied and took a sip of milk.

However, from Lu Jixue's point of view, he has already imagined that when he retires at the age of 70, he bought a pink short-sleeved 50 yuan from the vegetable market, and when he carried it home, he was grabbed by old man Song. The neckline questioned: How much is it?Who told you to go to the vegetable market to buy clothes? 50 yuan is too expensive!

It doesn't matter why he and Song Yu are two poor old men without money in his imagination, it's just that he looks happy anyway.

"It's actually 50 yuan."

Song Yu made an estimate. Even if Lu Jixue was very lucky, the guarantee would cost 200 yuan for a set. How could it be only 50 yuan?

"Is it fake? Don't lie to me!"

Lu Jixue began to imagine again that a 70-year-old man of his own was rumored to be in love with a 60-year-old little sister because he went to the park downstairs to walk his dog. Unclear, Song Yu questioned again: Is it fake?Do not lie to me!

"It's true, I opened two sets at once."

In fact, it was only opened twice.

But Lu Jixue felt that all the extravagance was worth it.

108.

After Song Yu put on the silver shirt, he felt that he was very handsome, gentle and graceful handsome, the kind of handsome who would be watched no matter where he ran.

Really envious of others.

Fang Zhihui was one of these bystanders, and Fang Zhihui quickly sent a congratulatory message.

"Brother Song can do it! There will be so soon!"

There is nothing wrong with Fang Zhihui, he is quite kind, but what he said is a bit embarrassing.

"Please add the silver shirt, I have a silver shirt! Your father is so handsome you can't envy him!"

"Did you open the box? It's very lucky, how much did you krypton?"

Asking this question is considered to be on the point. The more critical the question, the more difficult it is to answer. Song Yu didn't want to answer this question.

"Uh... yes, I drove it, but I forgot how much krypton is."

Song Yu didn't dare to say it was sent by Lu Jixue. Why didn't he dare to say it? He thought about it in the dead of night. In layman's terms, it was the billionaire and the president of the World's No. 18 Killer Association and the No. [-] generation of Baisui Mountain. Aristocrats are the male gods of girls all over the world. Such a person accidentally rolled down the window of a car and ran into a poor girl selling flowers on the street. The girl began to believe in love because she had never seen such a big battle, but she lacked a sense of security. Well, it would be great if this feeling could be preserved forever in the world of the two of them, and the poor girl's eyes would no longer have to be evasive.

But why did he imagine himself as a maiden?

Fang Zhihui focused his attention on the word "forget".

"Don't forget to get up early tomorrow, go buy dolls, and try to deliver the presents in the afternoon, and the monitor will never make things difficult for me again."

"You're right."

In fact, it doesn't make sense, it's Fang Zhizhi's whimsy and daydream.

"By the way, you can ask the class monitor if he has time tomorrow. Don't wait until the gift arrives but the person doesn't arrive."

"Okay, what instructions does Master Fang have?"

"I'm so jealous of your new clothes."

"Any other instructions?"

"No, you back off."

Song Yu forked out Fang Zhizhi's dialog box, and clicked on Lu Jixue's QQ with another complicated mood.

"Squad leader! Squad leader! Do you have time tomorrow?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Yeah! Let's meet tomorrow!"

"Row."

Lu Jixue immediately clicked on the Huai City No. 2.5 Middle School Student Union management group and sent messages at [-] times the speed.

"Lu Jixue from the Learning Department asked for a leave of absence from his Saturday lecture. The reason for the leave: I want to fall in love."

The president of the student union was puzzled.

But it's time to leave.