My brother became a playboy

Xu Nuo also raised his hand, I knew he wanted to hit me, this is a normal person's reaction, but I didn't hide at all, not because I felt guilty or felt sorry for him, but because I knew that he was reluctant to hit me - who told me He likes me.

My prediction did not go wrong, he slowly lowered his hand, lowered his eyes, and asked me: "Then how did he react? Did he agree?"

"He will always agree." I was very satisfied with his gentleness, and patted my side, "Sleep with me for a while."

Xu Nuo went to bed silently, hugged me tightly, but didn't close his eyes, but looked at me greedily.

"Look what I do?"

"Perhaps one day, you will abandon me, so when you can see it up close, take a few more glances, and you won't have so many regrets in the future." Xu Nuo's expression was very calm, as if he had predicted the relationship between us ending.

"Worthy of being a writer, every sentence is so heart-breaking." I was not moved much, but just rubbed his skin, "When we get along, it's good that we are happy."

"I don't think you are too happy," Xu Nuo looked up at me, "You are too calm, like a..."

"Like a monster." I added what I had promised, rubbed his cheek with my tongue, and tightened his waist, "My lover always says I'm a real monster."

The corners of Xu Nuo's eyes were filled with rational tears, he gasped and spoke intermittently: "You...seem... still like him."

"I still love him." I never deny it, even though my body is betraying him, "just not as much."

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"Cui Minglang, Cui Minglang, Cui Minglang, Cui Minglang, Cui Minglang..."

Zhao Xing's voice came from outside the door, each sound more urgent than the other, combined with the banging sound of the door, it successfully disrupted my thinking about solving the problem.

I sighed softly, put down my pen, twisted the bridge of my nose, and said loudly, "I'm here, stop shouting."

"Grass, you are really fucking here, and those grandchildren locked you in?!" Zhao Xing kicked the door heavily. After he realized that only violence could not open the door, he raised his voice and said, "Wait, I Find someone to pick the lock."

"Don't be so troublesome." I stretched my waist and rubbed my tingling neck, "The lights in this classroom are still on, wait at most another half an hour, and the patrolling security guards will come up with the keys to turn off the lights. Then I can come out."

"Then what if they can't come?" Zhao Xing's voice was obviously impatient, with a hint of anger, "Cui Minglang, don't tell me that you were locked up by them on purpose."

I sat on the seat, chuckled, picked up the pen again, and chatted with Zhao Xing while writing the paper: "I just got absorbed in doing the topic."

"Nonsense, you told me you had something to do at noon, just to distract me." Zhao Xing's voice was very penetrating, as if he was talking right next to me.

"Okay, you found out, and then?" I asked him casually.

"You never thought that if you were locked here all night..."

"It's not that bad." I changed to a new paper, read the question once, and could almost choose the correct answer, "There will always be someone to open the door."

"There seems to be something wrong with you recently. Didn't you directly teach them a lesson in this kind of thing before?" Zhao Xing knew me so well that he could detect my subtle changes.And I don't really want to hide it from him. In this world, the person I trust the most is him.

"This time there is someone who is more difficult to deal with. If there is no evidence, it will be difficult for him to learn a lesson. It just so happens that I will give it a try. The power of the Internet that has just become popular recently." Many methods are faster and more convenient.

"Can I help you?" Zhao Xing asked me outside the door.

I threw the pen on the ground randomly, messed up the desktop, and said, "Turn off my power supply, remember not to leave fingerprints, and then, go to the school's security guard."

"anything else?"

"Tell them I'm afraid of the dark."

"it is good."

I heard the footsteps of Zhao Xing leaving. After five or six minutes, the lights in the classroom suddenly went out. I stood up from my seat and started my own performance-I stumbled and knocked down many tables and chairs, and finally curled up They formed a ball and hid under a table, like a poor little shivering being bullied.

Everything that followed was basically within my expectations.

The security guard opened the door, couldn't help but took out his phone, and took two photos of the scene. He was obsessed with posting on the forum, hesitated again and again, and posted a post anonymously, briefly telling what happened today.

The next day, I reported the whole story to the teacher. In the end, only a few students who obeyed the orders were punished by the campus. The student who took the lead was picked out without a trace because there was someone at home.

After the security guard learned of the school's handling, he couldn't help but update the original post. Netizens who eat melons felt angry and gathered their forces to find out the school where the incident happened and the student who was sheltered by the school's high-level officials. The public opinion on the Internet is getting bigger and bigger, and finally forced the school to change the punishment for these students. All the students suspected of bullying were all expelled from school.

In the whole incident, the only thing I didn't expect was that after the door opened, Zhao Xing rushed over and hugged me tightly.

He was the only one who knew I was acting, and the only one who knew who I was but genuinely worried about me.