Can I skip class?

Zheng Shiying was relentless, and her volume kept rising: "Didn't you ask him about his relationship status? Why didn't he talk anymore, let me ask for you?"

The girl next to her advised her: "Shiying, you drank too much, stop talking."

Zheng Shiying asked back: "Why did you tell me not to say it, did I say something wrong?"

Her arrogance made several girls look at each other in blank dismay, choking from being stunned.

The small movement attracted the attention of the whole table, and everyone looked sideways at her.

Zheng Shiying touched the bottle and poured herself some wine. She acted roughly, and the wine overflowed the glass, spilling a lot. She pushed the empty bottle away, making a loud bang.

Su Heng frowned. Seeing that Chen Xurong was about to drink, he quickly cut off his beard, and said in a rare serious tone, "Chen Xurong, stop drinking."

Chen Xurong pushed away Su Heng's hand and snatched the wine glass back: "Don't bother me, leave me alone, if you have the guts to persuade her, I won't drink if she doesn't drink."

Su Heng asked angrily: "Am I familiar with her? Can I control her?"

He didn't talk about it with Chen Xurong, and was about to confiscate her wine when he heard Zheng Shiying's voice.

Zheng Shiying propped her arms lazily, her long hair was messy, and she tucked it behind her ears indifferently, with a dejected expression.

The cup was knocked lightly, and the alcohol seemed to have opened up Zheng Shiying's chatterbox. Like a drunk who started talking nonsense, she said slowly: "You guys like him, why don't you go after him, how do you know if you don't try?" What if there is no result?"

She hiccupped, smiled to herself, looked around erratically, and whispered in a mocking tone: "It's very likely that I agreed, anyway, he won't like anyone, find a cure tool."

After a pause, she accentuated her tone and repeated: "Cure, understand?"

This strange remark caused an uproar, and whispers of surprise spread among the seats.

While most people were stunned, they were in a cloud of ignorance, but Su Heng was different. He recalled what Leng Zhao's mother said to Yang Zhi, and he had a vague premonition in his heart.

Chen Xurong leaned over in a daze, and asked Su Heng, "What does she mean?"

Su Heng wanted to explain to him, but felt that the ins and outs were too lengthy, and would reveal the fact that he had met Leng Zhao before, so he chose to play dumb: "How do I know, you can ask whom."

Su Heng just said that, but didn't want Chen Xurong to really ask.

But Chen Xurong was so drunk that his brain short-circuited, and he couldn't understand what he said, so he turned his face and asked Leng Zhao beside him: "What disease are you treating?"

Su Heng's eyelids twitched, he knew what Chen Xurong looked like when he was drunk today, he looked like a two hundred and five.

"What disease?"

Chen Xurong's voice was not low, just enough for Zheng Shiying to listen to it.

She played with the cup, as if playing tricks, dragged her voice extremely long, and answered the question for Leng Zhao slowly: "What else can be cured, your male god doesn't like women at all."

A word fell, like thunder on the ground.

Everyone looked at Leng Zhao in shock.

Leng Zhao pronounced her name in a bad tone, like a warning: "Zheng Shiying."

Zheng Shiying looked at him without hesitation: "Afraid that I will speak out, and want me to shut up? Do you think cold violence is still useful?"

What happened next made Su Heng feel overwhelmed, and participating in this class reunion became his biggest regret this year, not one of them.

Zheng Shiying's hands trembled inconspicuously, the wine glass slipped down on the table, there was a clear sound of glass colliding, the wine meandered and dripped to the ground.

Zheng Shiying pointed at Leng Zhao with a strong face and a smile, her tone was indescribably complicated and angry, she paused every word, as if she was asking: "We have been together for so many years, at least I have a clear conscience, how about you?"

Leng Zhao put on an indifferent expression, turned a deaf ear to her, and didn't want to talk to her.

His indifferent attitude seemed to have completely angered Zheng Shiying. She took a deep breath and suppressed her unsteady voice: "Is it interesting to deceive feelings? I am a human being, not a tool you use to forget others."

Zheng Shiying's eye circles were red, and she suddenly turned her head to look at Su Heng.

The sudden gaze made Su Heng feel very uncomfortable. He thought to himself: I'm not the scumbag of you, what do you think I'm doing?

At the same time, I was a little flustered.This matter is complicated to say, he was forced to get involved, and tracing back to the source, it really has nothing to do with him.

Su Heng was very worried about Zheng Shiying's indiscriminate attacks, and if he and Leng Zhao's past affairs were also made public, he would really feel ashamed.

The more Su Heng thought about it, the more irritable he became, and he glared at Leng Zhao in disgust, wondering if you can fuck your ex-girlfriend and stop letting her mess around.

To his surprise, Leng Zhao's expression was too calm.

The unknown secret was revealed openly, and he was not angry, nor annoyed, nor did he even have any emotional fluctuations.

His eyes were cold, and when he looked back at Su Heng, there was some meaning that Su Heng couldn't understand.

Su Heng was startled and became more and more uneasy.

Their stares aroused even greater dissatisfaction with Zheng Shiying. She knocked on the table vigorously with her wine glass, becoming more and more hysterical: "You guys, since you like each other, let's be together. Why do you involve unrelated people?"

"Why am I a victim? Why? What did I do wrong? I like someone. Is it wrong? Do I deserve it?"

The ending sound fell into the crying cavity.

Zheng Shiying wiped her eyes vigorously, her breath trembling.

She was quiet briefly, as if she was sorting out her overly excited emotions.

When she raised her eyes again, Zheng Shiying's gaze was fixed on Su Heng's body, her tone gradually cooled down, and her volume was much lower, but she was still very clear on the wine table where needles could be heard.

She murmured and asked, "Let me be the bad guys. Has any of you considered my thoughts? I have been a man's stand-in for so many years..."

Her chest heaved and her words were cut off by a wine hiccup.

With her arms in front of her eyes, trying to hide the tears welling up in her eyes, Zheng Shiying finished speaking with difficulty: "...that's disgusting."

"..."

The extremely harsh words made Su Heng's complexion ugly, he connected the recent events in a trance, and the words of Leng Zhao and Yang Zhi slowly emerged in his mind.

"Mental illness, sexual orientation obsessive-compulsive disorder..."

"...I have struggled for a long time since we broke up... I regard finding a girlfriend as a confirmation ceremony..."

"I don't have any feelings for the same sex or the opposite sex."

"...particularly fond of a boy from high school."

It is self-evident who Zheng Shiying is talking about.

Su Heng fully reacted.

It turned out that in those years, so many things happened about him in places he didn't know.

It turns out that no one is having a good time.

As if venting the unwillingness and resentment accumulated for many years, Zheng Shiying was still talking about how much Leng Zhao couldn't let go of that person, saying that after being with her, she seldom smiled at her, seldom talked to her, and never even touched her. From high school to university, from home to abroad, they have been together for many years, and she felt that no matter how hard her heart was, it was time to melt, until that day Leng Zhao dreamed that the name she called was not hers, but that person's.

She felt like a joke.

Su Heng was inexplicably nauseated.

Chen Xurong kept interrupting Zheng Shiying, pouring her wine, trying to make her shut up, Zheng Shiying's attention was distracted by her, and in the end she didn't mention that person was Su Heng by name.

She saved some face for Su Heng, but her eyes pierced his chest like a sharp knife.

Leng Zhao never spoke a word from the beginning to the end.

Su Heng looked over in disbelief, Leng Zhao's calm gaze almost suffocated him, he vaguely understood the reason why Leng Zhao didn't stop her from speaking nonsense - Leng Zhao wanted him to know this.

He couldn't say what he had suffered in the past ten years, so he said it through Zheng Shiying's mouth. He seemed to be telling Su Heng, you go and listen to her, listen carefully, listen to how I have lived these years, listen to me is actually love your.

Su Heng had never seen such a ridiculous thing.

He couldn't even figure out why he came to this class reunion.

He should have figured it out a long time ago that nothing pleasant would happen today.

He shouldn't have come.

Su Heng couldn't stand it anymore, because he couldn't bear it from the bottom of his heart.

Pulling away the chair, he stood up and walked towards the gate, he didn't care about Chen Xurong anymore, he wanted to stay away from these lunatics.

When leaving the hall, I met Song Yang.

Song Yang almost vomited. After washing his face, he became more awake, and greeted Su Heng warmly: "Is the show over?"

Su Heng answered him absent-mindedly: "Not yet."

Song Yang saw that his state was not right, so he checked his words several times, and squinted his eyes: "Your complexion is very bad, what happened?"

Su Heng didn't explain too much, and told him as if thinking of something: "When you go back, look at Chen Xurong, and advise her to drink less."

"Okay, don't worry." Song Yang responded with a smile, but at the same time he was not at ease with Su Heng, "Are you leaving? Shall I call a car for you?"

Su Heng shook his head.

Song Yang watched him leave, feeling confused in his heart, so when he returned to the private room, he heard Zheng Shiying's suppressed crying before he got close.

He didn't understand the situation at all, and sat down next to Chen Xurong in a daze. He raised his eyes and looked at the empty bottles on the table in astonishment.

Song Yang was dumbfounded: "Did you drink it alone?"

Chen Xurong hiccupped and looked at Song Yang seriously, mistaking him for Su Heng: "Brother, what did you do just now?"

Song Yang was really taken aback by this title, and then asked her with a smile: "After so long, why did you suddenly become a younger brother?"

Chen Xurong tilted her head, only to realize that she had identified the wrong person. She looked at the gate suspiciously, then at Song Yang, and asked in confusion, "What about Su Heng?"

Song Yang answered her: "Let's go, oh, I told you to drink less."

Leng Zhao stood up and wanted to leave.

Chen Xurong grabbed him, and even though she was unconscious, she firmly refused to give him and Su Heng any chance to be alone: ​​"Why are you going?"

Leng Zhao didn't want to waste time with her, so he said angrily, "Let go."

Chen Xurong was even more angry than him, her beautiful eyebrows raised a dangerous arc, and she warned: "You fucking stay away from Su Heng."

Leng Zhao's face was slightly chilled, and he wanted to take off Chen Xurong's hand in an ungentlemanly manner.

Song Yang stopped Leng Zhao from moving, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The corner of Leng Zhao's mouth twitched, he just ignored it and strode away.

Chen Xurong almost staggered, Song Yang quickly supported her.

Chen Xurong didn't dare to procrastinate, she carried her bag to go after her, but she couldn't let go of Zheng Shiying, for fear that she would smear Su Heng with all her mouth, besides, their wine fight was not over yet, wouldn't it be tantamount to admitting defeat if she left the table now?

After weighing it for a while, Chen Xurong sat back angrily. At this moment, she really hated herself for not knowing how to separate herself, and not being able to take care of both.

She called Su Heng, rummaged through the table, and murmured, "Hey, where is my cup? It was still here just now—"

Song Yang calmly pushed the wine glass into the seat next to him, turned his body to block it, and changed the subject and asked her, "Why can't he go find Su Heng?"

"Because Su Heng has been an unprincipled idiot since high school, and he likes to be soft-hearted." Chen Xurong explained to him vaguely.

Song Yang didn't know the cause and effect, based on her few words, he couldn't figure out why, so he asked a few more questions tentatively.

Chen Xurong didn't tell him too much, after all, this was Su Heng's private matter, she couldn't talk about it everywhere.

A cold female voice came from the phone, and Su Heng turned off the phone.

Chen Xurong looked at the address book in thought, and glanced up inadvertently. She saw a name, and then clicked on it——

Chen Xurong sent Qin Wei a text message.

Alcohol, Chen Xurong started to think about things, she only wanted to prevent Leng Zhao from getting close to Su Heng, but she didn't consider calling Qin Wei to help, it seemed that the harm far outweighed the benefit.

Although Su Heng and Chen Xurong have a close relationship, Qin Wei doesn't have much communication with her, only limited to ordinary colleagues.

Therefore, when Qin Wei received Chen Xurong's letter, his first reaction was to suspect that she had sent it to the wrong person, and after clicking on it, he became even more convinced of this suspicion.

Chen Xurong: "Your man's integrity is not guaranteed, come to xxx Hotel quickly."

Qin Wei: "Has the phone been stolen?"

Chen Xurong: "It wasn't stolen! Su Heng is going to run away with someone else! Come quickly, I'll help you get here!!"

Qin Wei: "?"