Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Meng Meng briefly talked about what she had seen and heard in the group, "It's exactly the same as what the seniors said, they must be in true love, and I'm just their shield in the secular world."

Amid the unanimous evaluation of her roommates that “gay people look at people with rotten eyes”, Mengmeng put away her phone, suppressed her excitement, and continued to watch the enviable brotherhood.

When Zhai Xiuming saw Mengmeng coming over, he quickly picked up another big chicken leg for Lin Feng.

Mengmeng became even more excited.

Meng Meng sat down and did not eat, returning to her chin-holding posture. She felt that watching the two handsome guys eat, no, it was Zhai Xiuming feeding Lin Feng, was much more delicious than her own meal.

Lin Feng felt that he was too full. Why haven’t the girls started running yet?

This plot line is really not right.

I can’t eat any more. I really can’t eat any more…

When Zhai Xiuming picked up some food for Lin Feng again, Lin Feng directly refused, "Eat it yourself, and eat more."

Lin Feng felt that as a tool, he had to do something to prevent himself from vomiting. He felt that he needed to advance the development of the plot.

Unexpectedly, this development direction seemed to deviate from his expectations.

Mengmeng's face turned even redder.

"Seniors, please eat slowly and eat more. Can I continue to sit here? Don't worry, I won't disturb you, please continue."

Lin Feng was even more confused.

Zhai Xiuming was even more confused. The script was all correct, but how did the heroine become a spectator?

Could it be...

Sure enough, what are you afraid of?

"Senior, what is your relationship?" A true warrior must get close to the enemy and use his ultimate power.

"Of course we are good brothers." Zhai Xiuming gave the same answer as before.

Meng Meng understood immediately, "Oh, I understand, socialist brotherhood."

"Seniors, have you ever read an article called The Cold-Hearted Academic Genius and His Study Companion?" Mengmeng expressed sincere doubts.

Zhai Xiuming felt the blood vessels in his temples suddenly start throbbing. This article was so popular on the campus forum at the time, so of course he had read it.

He commented on the article at that time, and his comment was "nonsense".

How could he be a role like a companion study boy? If he must have a character, he must be a handsome, wealthy and rich young man, and Raymond Lam is that noble son from a poor family.

No, is this the time to discuss character design?

What's wrong with this person?

Why is my brain circuit different from others?

When will she leave?

Zhai Xiuming had three doubts.

"have not seen."

Zhai Xiuming could only reply like this. Did he have to discuss the plot with this woman with such a unique way of thinking?

"You must go and see it. The ladies on the school forum are really not lying to me."

Zhai Xiuming felt that if he stayed here any longer and listened to what this school girl said, he would be beaten up by Lin Feng immediately. He couldn't beat Lin Feng, but at least Lin Feng used a scalpel much better than he did.

"Have you finished eating? Let's go." Zhai Xiuming quickly pulled Lin Feng away, and did not forget to pay the bill before leaving.

Lin Feng didn’t care. After all, he had eaten his fill and also got key information, the school forum.

Even though Zhai Xiuming was the leader of this script, Lin Feng could see that Zhai Xiuming was panicking and he must be hiding something from him.

The two of them parted ways as soon as they left the restaurant. Zhai Xiuming had classes in the afternoon, while Lin Feng was going to the library to study.

As for the article on the forum, Lin Feng would know when he went back to the dormitory tonight and asked his roommates. Just because he didn't surf the Internet normally didn't mean he couldn't.

From then on, Zhai Xiuming lost Lin Feng, the tool he used to break up with his girlfriend, and no matter how much he pestered her, it was useless.

Recalling those youthful years, both of them were filled with emotion.

Zhai Xiuming looked at the man in front of him who had obviously asked him out because he had something on his mind, but now he was leisurely eating the loving breakfast as if nothing had happened.

Although Zhai Xiuming studied psychology, he was impatient. He was fine with the consultants, but when facing this old classmate whom he had known for ten years, he was so impatient that he wanted to beat him up to pry open his mouth, but he couldn't beat Lin Feng.

"Then tell me about yourself. Why are you still the same as before, refusing to tell me anything? Then why did you ask me out?" Zhai Xiuming really had no idea what to do with Lin Feng. All he could do was sigh.

……

Lin Feng still didn't move, his slender fingers circling the top of the coffee cup.

"Is it that complicated? Could it be that your male neighbor's aunt fell in love with you? I remember that you used to be popular with both men and women, young and old."

Zhai Xiuming was getting impatient waiting, so he finished another cup of American coffee. It was really bitter.

What was more bitter than the American style was his current mood. He hadn't slept for a few hours before he came to see Raymond Lam. When they met, he looked so dead again.

"You're half right." Lin Feng raised his eyes and said this incoherently.

There is a play!

Zhai Xiuming was excited and sat up straight in an instant. Lin Feng, the dead duck, was finally willing to speak.

"Which half?"

Since Lin Feng is willing to say it, Zhai Xiuming naturally has to be a qualified supporting actor.

Lin Feng also took a sip of the coffee in front of him, and Zhai Xiuming waited quietly for what to come.

Then, he got stuck...

Zhai Xiuming took three deep breaths before he suppressed his anger. He thought about how he had chased him away for half a year before he finally got him into the debate club.

It's only been a few minutes, he can wait!

Lin Feng finished a cup of coffee. He didn't know which was more bitter, the taste in his mouth or the taste in his heart.

Lin Feng also sat up straight, tapping his fingers irregularly on the table.

"I had a dream……"

Zhai Xiuming breathed a sigh of relief. The story was finally about to unfold.

Lin Feng sought out Professor Zhao for psychological counseling because he had recurring dreams due to psychological reasons. It was only after they started their graduate studies that Lin Feng told Zhai Xiuming about this.

By then, he had seldom had those dreams.

He thanked Professor Zhao for his help, and also thanked Zhai Xiuming for his perseverance in taking him out to socialize during those years. Of course, he was more grateful for seeing Zhai Xiuming being scolded by girls when they broke up.

Dreaming again, let’s not say whether it is good or bad, at least the person in the dream is very important in Lin Feng’s subconscious mind.

"In the dream, Zhang Yan, the male neighbor, died. In the dream, all the connections about him now are just my imagination. I didn't save him at all."

Lin Feng briefly summarized the dream, but how could these few dozen words clearly express the heartache he felt in the dream?

That vast sea of ​​roses was dyed red with his blood.

The blood flowed away into the distance along with the rain.

His life was taken away bit by bit, until only the first encounter remained.