ex boyfriend's wedding

Love is such a damn thing——"First Acquaintance"

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"Ah?" Wen Lu looked at Shen Zaitu in surprise.

Seeing those watery eyes, Shen Zaitu's heart trembled suddenly.

He stammered and said, "I, we all have to focus on our studies now, and it's not good to fall in love early."

Shen Zaitu glanced at him, and said with a guilty conscience: "Also, you should take a long-term view, and don't be confused by things in front of you, it's easy to be deceived."

"Cheated?"

"Of course." Looking at Wen Lu's appearance, he seemed to believe it. Shen Zaitu, who has no experience in love, immediately acted as a love mentor, "It's just that it's best to ask friends for reference, and the current liking is not called liking."

Wen Lu blinked and said "Oh".

Shen Zaitu asked nervously, "Then, are you single now?"

These words had some kind of unspeakable purpose, Wen Lu didn't know how to answer.

Probably the same table for a while.

Wen Lu dared to take a bold look at Shen Zaitu out of the corner of his eye.

Lively and spirited.

In an instant, Shen Zaitu didn't know what to do.

The gloom accumulated in my heart all night.

In this moment, it's getting hot.

The heat was about to burst through the chest cavity, and there was an indescribable urge.

Very strange, but so wonderful.

Wen Lu grumbled, "What does this have to do with you?"

Shen Zaitu swallowed his saliva, his palms were covered with sweat.

He was both rascal and domineering: "Why, it doesn't matter why, I am your deskmate, and I have the obligation to supervise your academic performance."

There was a recklessness in the tone of the newcomer, and it sounded very fierce.

But every word is very hot, and it hits Wen Lu's heart.

Unconvinced, Wen Lu just opened his mouth when he was interrupted.

"Hahaha, shit." Ding Cheng in front couldn't hold back anymore, and laughed and scolded in a trembling voice: "Old Shen, the No. 1 grades of the thirty-odd supervising grades in your fucking grade group? What is such a lame excuse? How did you say it?"

Wang Li also pressed her shoulders and kept shaking: "Day, Ding Cheng, you will die if you don't speak. My sister wants to listen more."

Ding Cheng smiled and leaned back: "Brother and daughter-in-law, let me tell you, my stupid brother has no experience in relationships. You should take care of him a little more, because he just wants to chase you."

That "brother and daughter-in-law" made Wen Lu explode.

There is a kind of embarrassment that is difficult to adapt to on the face.

"Oh my god." Shen Zaitu is really annoying this group of people now: "Ding Cheng, don't bark."

Ding Cheng couldn't help laughing: "I call it that, you're so fucking happy right now."

The embarrassment of being told something makes people blush and heart warm, but Shen Zaitu still has a three-pointed voice: "Get out of here."

He had a fierce mouth, but the eyes that peeked at Wen Lu were extremely deep.

The topic was mixed up like this, the two of them felt a little guilty for no reason, and they didn't talk for the rest of the class.

After class, on the court.

Shen Zaitu dribbled the ball with one hand in a daze, and glanced at the road leading to the senior class from time to time.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw a small figure.

Just got up and was about to shoot, but was intercepted by other students in the class.

"Fuck." Shen Zaitu cursed secretly.

The basketball hit the backboard and fell to the floor, bouncing back into his hands.

Then, he acted like he was playing handsome, and he made a very beautiful hollow, three-pointer.

"Strike." Ding Cheng shouted.

Accompanied by small screams around.

Shen Zaitu hurriedly looked to the side, but there was no one in sight.

"Old Shen." Ding Cheng called him, following his gaze, "What the hell are you looking for?"

Shen Zaitu lost interest, left the game, and replaced him.

He took the water Ding Cheng threw to him and took a sip.

"It's nothing." Shen Zaitu was very depressed, he put his arms around Ding Cheng's shoulders, "Let's go to the bathroom."

As soon as the two of them walked to the toilet, they heard someone talking about Wen Lu, "Is he in the second class? That top student just came out of the toilet just now, hehe."

Shen Zaitu and Ding Cheng glanced at each other, pretending to go to the bathroom casually.

Others in the class are still talking.

"Look at your obscene | look, what are you thinking?"

"Hehe." The boy had a cigarette in his mouth, his name was Liu Yuan, a sophomore in high school, and he smiled profusely, "Don't you think his skin is very fair? Just now, when you took a closer look, he has an indescribable smell."

The other two laughed: "It's quite white, it feels whiter than many girls in our class."

"Well, there are a few girls in our class who are as black as charcoal, so they can't compare." Liu Yuan thought about something he shouldn't think about, and when he said this, the other two laughed in agreement.

After the three of them went to the toilet, they went out with a smile on their face. They had just taken two steps when they were stopped by someone, "Hey, buddy."

Turning around, I saw two boys.

"Who were you talking about just now?" Shen Zaitu asked expressionlessly, his voice lazily tired.

The three of them glanced at each other, maybe it was a man's nature to know that the other party was not kind.

"Who are you?" Liu Yuan frowned and asked.

Ding Cheng sneered, and walked to the toilet door with a mop against it.

At this time, someone whispered in the boy's ear and said, "It seems to be a senior in high school, named Shen Zaitu, the one who wrote the self-criticism in front of the whole school a while ago."

"Oh, seniors," Liu Yuan smiled, quite disdainfully: "It's none of your business what we say."

"It's none of my business." Shen Zaitu flexed his wrist and explained: "That's, you think that everyone in the school can do it, but this person can't."

The three looked at each other.

Liu Yuan frowned, and asked fiercely, "Who are you?"

"Yo," Ding Cheng suddenly laughed, "You talk about my brother and daughter-in-law behind your back, have you asked my brother?"

Three people: "..."

Five minutes later, Shen Zaitu and Ding Cheng came out of the toilet. Ding Cheng seemed a little unsatisfied, and made two gestures in the air: "It's so fucking cool."

Shen Zaitu faced the mirror and wiped the blood from his fingers on his hairline.

Ding Cheng saw it: "What are you doing, Old Shen?"

Shen Zaitu didn't answer, just doing it on his own. Three boys behind him, two covering their eyes and one covering their nose, came out of the toilet.

"Wait." Shen Zaitu yelled, and the three stood at attention instantly, they were a little scared.

"You, what do you want to do? Ah." Seeing Shen Zaitu approaching step by step, he suddenly clapped his hands, Liu Yuan was startled, and only felt a finger rub against the other person.

Shen Zaitu held up a bloody finger and raised his chin: "Let's go!"

Liu Yuan looked at Shen Zaitu as if he was looking at a pervert: The fuck is smearing his face with his blood? ? ?

When the two entered the classroom, Shen Zaitu lowered his hat.

Ding Cheng didn't understand his brother's intentions all the way, and when he saw Wen Lu, he suddenly realized, he looked at his brother with admiration, and whispered: "Okay, old Shen, you're fucking using bitter tactics now."

Shen Zaitu ignored him and walked to his seat.

"Hey, brother and daughter-in-law." Ding Cheng said to Wen Lu as soon as he sat down: "My brother just got into a fight with someone, tsk tsk tsk, that's miserable, and he was severely slashed. Miserable, there is a hole in the head, and the blood is pouring out..."

Ding Cheng made gestures while talking, and interpreted Shen Zaitu's "tragedy situation" vividly. When Shen Zaitu heard that "there was a hole in his head", his face turned green.

"Ding Cheng, can you die if you don't say a few words?" Shen Zaitu rolled his eyes at him fiercely, there was a blood mark on his head, where could he smash a hole in his head?

But Wen Lu didn't care about the exaggeration of his words, and turned his head to see that there was blood on his tablemate's head: "You, are you fighting?"

Those eyes were clear and bright, and there was still timidity toward him in them. After being "questioned" by Wen Lu, Shen Zaitu's domineering aura of cutting people in the toilet just now was completely wiped out, and he immediately became stupid: "We, we What happened to the men fighting?"

After finishing speaking, he took a sneak peek at Wen Lu, pretending to be aggressive at Wen Lu: "Don't your men fucking fight?"

He had a rough voice, one man at a time, Wen Lu swallowed his saliva, a little afraid to look at him, with a soft voice: "You, why are you so fierce all of a sudden?"

Looking at the drooping eyelashes, listening to the soft voice.

Shen Zaitu was startled in his heart, and suddenly felt a little resentful.

He couldn't help wondering whether Wen Lu was right in front of that boy.

Is that the same tone.

Is it the same look.

A look so obedient that you want to be held in the palm of your hand and protected, and so soft that you want to be pampered in your heart.

And soft enough to want to be bullied, mercilessly, ruthlessly.

but.

Thinking of the boy who answered the phone at home last night.

The thought of someone already ahead of him.

And it was so late, there were only two people in Wen Lu's house.

And the night was so long.

He was so jealous in his heart that he was going crazy, and when he was in a hurry, he became unrestrained: "I've always been fierce."

Wen Lu didn't know why he lost his temper, and he didn't dare to speak for a while.

Ding Cheng listened with his ears up in front, and at this moment a question mark appeared in his head: Is there something wrong with his brother's head? ? ?

The atmosphere between the two was tense.

Shen Zaitu was so blocked, he closed the book fiercely, took out the paper from the table, every movement was full of anger.

He wiped the blood on his head vigorously, pulling his scalp until it hurt, and he didn't stop.

He's just an idiot, a complete idiot.

Like a psycho, crazy, sick.

My brain is broken, I have no IQ.

Only then do such fools do things.

While wiping, his clothes were suddenly ripped twice, Shen Zaitu's movements froze, and his eyes couldn't believe it.

I saw a thin white hand stretching out holding the paper, and a soft, soft voice came from next to his ear, asking him: "Does it hurt?"

In an instant, Shen Zaitu stopped breathing, and his mood fluctuated so much that he didn't know his last name.

At this time, he finally understood a sentence in the book:

Even if you are Bai Liangang, in the end you will also turn into his soft fingers.