The school grass's sales contract

I can't see my fingers.The curtains in Yuan Yan’s house were completely opaque, so I had to get up in the dark, use the light of my mobile phone to fumble around on his desktop, and found a color spray pen.

I twiddled my feet and walked to the edge of his bed, but I guess he is the kind of person who can't be woken up by thunder and drums.See, as I expected, he didn't move while drawing and writing on his face and arms.So the more I wrote, the happier I was, and I laughed gleefully, without even noticing when that guy woke up.He turned over abruptly, buried his face in the pillow, and muttered something after a few minutes.

I was also stupid, and leaned forward to listen. He suddenly turned over again and hit my head hard on the bridge of my nose, causing a huge pain in an instant.The light on the bedside table was turned on, and he covered his head and half-closed his eyes.It was too late for me to run now.

"Are you up in the middle of the night to be a thief?" At the end of his speech, his voice was out of tune, he jumped out of bed and dragged me into the bathroom.

But the moment he faced the mirror, he froze helplessly.

"Stop the bleeding first," I said to him.

"What kind of pen do you use?"

I turned on the faucet, so I couldn't care about him.

He picked up the culprit I put aside and took a look: "This is a marker pen, it is very difficult to wash off, don't you know?"

"No way?" I looked up at him.

"The best quality one," he stared at me.

"I can't go to school tomorrow."

I looked at the criss-cross characters all over his face and arms, and I didn't know what expression to put on his face for a moment.

"Yuan Yan bastard."

"Smelly Yuan Yan."

"Yuan Yan is a wretched man."

"A wretched man who likes to take sneak shots."

"brazen."

"bad."

"hateful."

"..."

Damn, how can you sympathize with the enemy?Fuck, what does it feel like, I pity that bastard?