What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

"Principal, please consider my proposal!" An Su blocked Principal Huilin's way. He clasped his hands together and tried his best to act coquettishly to the principal.

Principal Cai stepped on the floor of the building donated by An, and it was difficult to say no. He sighed again and again, and had to tactfully decline: "There is no precedent for this in our school."

"But what's the point of having our school compete among ourselves in the sports meet? I've won the high jump championship for two years!" An Su fooled Principal Cai, "Principal, let me ask you, what is the spirit of sports?"

"Fair, just and open!" Principal Cai responded quickly.

"Wrong! It's a competition!" An Su patted his chest, "And I have already beaten Huilin in every way."

Principal Cai seemed to hear a line of crows flying overhead. He was stunned for a moment, but still chose to flatter An Su: "You are right."

"So, if you agree to hold this sports meeting with Yunlong, and we can all work together to bring out the spirit of competition to the fullest, I will find two more media outlets to promote it for you. Who wouldn't admire our Principal Cai's heroic decision?"

An Su’s skill in fooling people can be said to be getting better and better, and Principal Cai, who was just drawing a pie in the sky, was very happy.

"It's not impossible..." Although Principal Cai was tempted, it was not something he could decide alone. "But even if Huilin was willing, how could we convince Yunlong? Yunlong are all nerds. They never cared about sports games. How could they be willing to hold a sports game with us?"

Principal Cai didn't know what was wrong with this kid today. He insisted on asking him to find Yunlong to co-organize the autumn sports meeting, even though it seemed like a good idea when he said so.

"Principal, nerds must have what nerds want." An Su stepped forward and hooked his arm around the principal's shoulders, acting like a close brother. "The prizes for this sports meet will be sponsored by Yunlong Ding and An's."

Principal Cai looked around guiltily to see if anyone noticed them, and took An Su's arm off him: "Okay, I'll go talk to Yunlong."

"Principal Cai is wise and powerful." An Su cheered.

Principal Cai felt a little embarrassed by the compliment: "Don't stop me, I still have a meeting."

"Okay, Principal, take care!" An Su jumped up excitedly when he saw Principal Cai disappear from his sight. Several little heads popped up at the corner of the corridor behind him.

"Brother Su, is it done?"

An Su was extremely proud: "With your brother Su taking action, what can't be solved? I will help Brother Ning to win that handsome girl in one fell swoop! Hahahaha..."

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Cold rainy night, villa.

"Zi..."

The hot cigarette butt pressed against the slender white ankle, making a slight sound. The smell of burning skin filled the air but was quickly blown away by the night wind, becoming almost unnoticeable.

The pain urged He Yue to escape quickly, but in fact she had nowhere to escape.

Her back was pressed against the end of the bed, and the cold sweat from the pain almost soaked her thin silk pajamas.

Jiang Shaoming looked at her face which was flushed with fear and pain. Her almond-shaped eyes were misty but she refused to cry. He lit another cigarette.

He blew a smoke ring towards He Yue's face, and as he watched her coughing non-stop due to the choking, he grinned wickedly.

But the next second, he suddenly raised his hand, and the lit cigarette butt poked straight into He Yue's pupil, stopping just 0.1cm away.

He Yue's vision blurred instantly, she felt hot and her whole body froze, with her palms covered in cold sweat.

But even so, He Yue didn't dare to tilt her head.

Jiang Shaoming's narrow eyes hid dangerous signals. After a long time, he let go and the cigarette butt fell on He Yue's white thigh. The heat made her shudder subconsciously, and she watched the cigarette butt slide from her legs and fall on the handmade carpet.

Jiang Shaoming raised his hand and stroked Heyue's cheek. His action was gentle and full of irresistible fascination. He said in a low and magnetic voice: "Heyue, don't look at me like that. Your eyes tell me that you don't love me at all."

He Yue looked away: "Jiang Shaoming, the premise of love has never been threats and transactions. I don't want to be your dodder."

As soon as he said this, Jiang Shaoming stopped caressing. There were lightning and thunder outside, and rain was hitting the window wantonly, but Jiang Shaoming just stared blankly at the fresh cigarette ash marks on He Yue's body, with barely perceptible pain in his eyes.

He Yue saw Jiang Shaoming slowly lower his head towards her, and the angle seemed as if he was going to kiss her scar.

"Jiang Shaoming." He Yue stopped him.

Jiang Shaoming paused and waited for her to speak.

"I'm scared." He Yue begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

Jiang Shaoming raised his head again, his eyes slightly red due to the effect of alcohol.

"Heyue, do you think you can get rid of me?"

Jiang Shaoming suddenly became manic, and grabbed He Yue's neck with his big hand: "I know your secret, the secret of your murder!"

He Yue struggled violently and somehow managed to grab an ashtray. Just before she was strangled to the point of losing consciousness, she smashed the ashtray hard on Jiang Shaoming's head. He froze, and a streak of blood slowly flowed down his forehead. Then, blood gushed out and he fell straight down.

"Jiang Shaoming!" He Yue was frightened by the glaring blood. She rushed over and looked at a pair of eyes staring at her. She wanted to stop Jiang Shaoming's wound, but she ended up covered in blood as well: "I killed someone, I killed someone..."

At this moment, the mobile phone on the floor suddenly lit up, and before He Yue could pick it up, a video automatically played inside, showing a rainy night, a corpse, and herself in a panic.

He Yue screamed and crawled over to turn off her phone, but it was no use. The phone didn't work at all. What was worse was that the TV also lit up at this time, playing the same scene of Chen Song's murder, followed by the computer on the table...

He Yue's eyes were filled with the expression of Chen Song lying on the ground with his eyes open in death.

"how so!"

He Yue grabbed the phone and smashed it against the wall. The phone screen shattered but it still stubbornly played the video over and over again.

He Yue suddenly heard laughter behind her. It was Jiang Shaoming. He sat up, covered in blood, his long eyelashes were covered with thick blood beads, and he laughed so hard that he fell backwards. A flash of lightning reflected on his face, which looked extremely weird.

"Heyue, this is so interesting!"

"Jiang Shaoming?" He Yue felt her chest tight and short of breath. She rushed over barefoot and grabbed Jiang Shaoming's collar to confront him, "What have you done!"

"I'm reminding you." He was still laughing, "You can never get rid of me. Your whole life can only be controlled by me!"

"no!"

He Yue screamed and grabbed Jiang Shaoming's neck tighter and tighter. She watched Jiang Shaoming slowly suffocate and his face gradually turned blue and purple.

Just when she was half conscious, she heard a very familiar voice.

"Xiaohe."

"Xiaohe?"

He Yue woke up slowly, her thoughts still lingering on the image of Jiang Shaoming in her dream, covered in blood and with a frighteningly pale face.

Luo Yilan stood beside her bed, took back the hand that was touching her forehead, and her eyes were full of worry: "Xiao He, you seem to have a fever."

After hearing her say this, He Yue realized that she felt weak all over. She raised her hand and touched her forehead, which was quite hot.

"Take a rest. I've got some antipyretic medicine for you. I'll ask for leave for you later." Luo Yilan showed her the antipyretic medicine and the warm water she had just poured. "If there are any key points in the class, I'll take notes for you. Don't worry."

"Lolo."

He Yue half-supported herself and stretched out her hand to her. Luo Yilan turned her head to look at He Yue, not understanding what was going on, but still smiled and held He Yue's hand: "What's wrong?"

When people are sick, they are always more vulnerable.

He Yue suppressed the bitterness in her heart, looked at Luo Yilan's pretty face, and asked softly: "This is not a dream now, right?"

It wouldn't be that after waking up from the dream, I saw the dull grayness in Luo Yilan's right eye again.

Luo Yilan's eyes were filled with emotions, and she finally revealed a sweet smile: "It seems that you are really crazy. This is certainly not a dream. Even if it is a dream, you still have to take the college entrance examination!"

He Yue was amused by Luo Yilan and felt relieved: "Go to class and leave me alone."

"Okay." Luo Yilan agreed and fed He Yue the medicine.

He Yue watched Luo Yilan leave and lay down in the quilt again. The cold medicine quickly took effect and she fell into a deep sleep again.

But this time, I didn't dream anything.