i think my neighbor is gay

After going out, Reid came in quickly. Instead of sitting in the seat where he was sitting with the serious man just now, he walked behind the table and looked at me after wandering his eyes for a while.

He was carrying a light brown cowhide bag, which looked quite preppy, and the expression on his face was a bit uncomfortable, looking like a weak and harmless little animal.

This is the first time for me to observe him so carefully. The last time I saw him this way seemed to be when he came to rent a house. I didn’t like him when I saw his sluggish appearance. I didn’t get in touch with him very much after that, so I usually just glanced at him. Just walked over.

I suddenly found that he was very different from the man I imagined who would sing and sing every night. The big dark circles under his eyes might be caused by academics.

He scratched the brown suspenders with his fingers, then seemed to realize something was wrong, paused, took the backpack off him and put it on the table, he dragged the chair back and sat down, far away from the table. Greeted me from a distance: "Miss."

"Dr. Reid." Now I completely believe that he is not a bad person. He looks like a teenager who hasn't entered the society and doesn't know how to communicate with others. I smiled at him, "I'm really unlucky." ,right?"

"It's not really bad luck. In fact, the probability of homicides occurring at night is 6.32 times that of daytime, and the probability of victims being women is 5.62 times that of men. Last year, the number of homicides in Washington was 923 people." He suddenly sped up his speech, recited a bunch of data to me as if he was memorizing a text, then suddenly stopped and looked at me, blinking his eyes in a daze, "...what are you laughing at?"

I couldn't be more amused by him like this, and seeing him like this really didn't realize how cute his serious look is, my stomach hurts from laughing.

"You..." I relieved my aching stomach, and after a while I was able to speak, "Is that how you usually talk to people?"

This kid doesn't look like a member of the high-end bau, but like a serious researcher, with a bunch of data in his mind that has nothing to do with our normal life, and his tone is a little different from ours, he Every sound he uttered was tightly connected together, with a breathy voice, and he didn't even pause too much when speaking, as if he was explaining academic issues to someone.

With this weak and bewildered look, I now think he doesn't look like a drug addict, but rather like a gay guy who is suitable to be pampered.

It's not that I look down on Renji, it's just that his thin body is really not suitable for protecting others. He looks like he can't even protect himself. Even with a gun on his body, it still makes people feel very insecure.

He seemed fit to be protected behind him, to be sheltered from the wind and rain.

I really envy this kind of person, it is impossible for me to be protected by others.

He looked at me blankly, as if he didn't understand why I was smiling, and asked me after a while, "Did I say the wrong thing?"

"No." I replied with a smile, stood up from the sofa, turned the chairs they were sitting on in the opposite direction, and sat opposite Reid, and then I became interested in this tenant. He didn't read all the information, but it didn't stop me from chatting with him, "You look so young, you started working so early? Didn't you read it?"

"Well... Actually, I have three Ph. Staring at him intently: "Hey, genius?"*

"Actually, I don't think intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an extraordinary memory and a reading speed of [-] words per minute..." His speech speed accelerated again, as if he was explaining a topic to someone. There came up, and I interrupted him laughing, "Okay I see, you're a genius."*

So he closed his mouth with a full face of confusion, looking pitiful that he wanted to make a long speech but was interrupted by me, I thought for a while and asked him: "If you can join bau, then you must be very good at fighting? "

The expression on his face became more tangled, and after a while he frowned and said in a low voice, "I passed the written test with full marks, and I was admitted with an exception."

That is to say, the force has not passed the test, right?I seem to have picked the wrong topic again.

I just don't know what to say. I watched him be silent for a while, but I couldn't help but talk again. I can only sit in this room now. If I don't talk, it would be really boring. I chose another comparison Safe topic: "Do you believe in superpowers?"

"Most superpowers are fantasized by humans based on reality, and science shows that most of these people are delusional." Reid looked at me and said quickly and seriously. Looking at his expression, I think I was treated by him as a delusional patient.

The phrase "I have superpowers" was stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it out, so I simply concentrated on my hands--I really became more and more proficient in this skill--then slowly moved towards the corner of the table. upper cut.

With almost no effort, I cut off the corner of this table, just like cutting tofu. My hands are much easier to use than my kitchen knife, and the cut is smooth and smooth.

He stood up from his seat, walked around the table and touched the cut, then picked up the corner of the table that fell on the ground and looked at it: "What kind of magic is this?"

He took my hand and looked at it carefully. At this moment, my mental power is no longer in my hand, and my hand has returned to normal, and because I don’t work too much, my hand is still quite soft, anyway. It doesn't look like you can cut off a table corner with your bare hands.

I happily turned my head to look at him. He frowned and stared at my hand as if he was looking at some precious experimental equipment. His eyes were very focused and serious. I withdrew my hand: "Don't look at it, I've said it all." It's a super power."

His gaze was still fixed on my hand, I scratched my cheek, thinking that I shouldn't be teasing him like this, just at this moment a beautiful blonde girl opened the door, casually leaned her upper body forward, Put your hand on the door frame and ask Reid: "What do you want to eat, Reid?"

"Same as you." Reid still frowned, and after answering a sentence, he bowed his head in thought, and I grabbed the chair and turned around: "Hey sister, can I go?"

The big blonde beauty smiled at me: "I'm afraid I can't do it yet."

"Oh..." I wasn't too disappointed, I moved my buttocks and asked very casually, "Hey, what about the rice?"

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" She asked me with a smile on her face. I already thought about today's recipe yesterday. After all, eating is a very pleasant thing: "Hamburger, French fries and Coke!"

"Okay." She smiled again, closed the door and backed out.