bother you

In the electronic reading room in the early morning, the night owls were fighting fiercely, cursing and cheering were densely woven into a net that seemed to be nothing.Yan Xiao sat in the old position facing the window, wearing earphones, typing on the keyboard of the laptop with both hands, his eyes were red, and the pupils reflected the light of the display screen, dotted with stars, as if sparks were flying out.

The night owls behind him were fighting, so why wasn't he?

He is writing about a critical confrontation, Zhan Feihua suddenly kills at the front line, Yun Lan drives a chariot to support on the flanks, the two cooperate seamlessly, in the final stage, in order to protect Zhan Feihua, Yun Lan's right rib is pierced by a bullet, and his life hangs by a thread .

It was after this life-and-death battle that Yun Lan became Zhan Feihua's most important and irreplaceable partner.

There are no computers on the row of tables facing the window, and there are only a few "pig teammates" who were driven to sleep because the operation was too bad.

The "pig teammates" were snoring, probably because they were still fighting in their dreams. Someone kicked the table base from time to time, and someone sat up in a jerk and greeted the table with their fists.

Yan Xiao was annoyed by them, and turned up the volume of the earphones to completely cover the surrounding movement.

This fight scene is too important, it is the climax of the serialization of "Peach Cry" so far.With all his concentration, he dismantled the passionate scenes in his mind into words, and restored every detail from the assembled words.

He wrote so seriously that he didn't even take his eyes off the screen from the corner of the eye.

It was the first time someone passed by him and kicked his armchair with too much movement. He took off his earphones and looked back.

The man was a student majoring in detective work, he smiled and cupped his fists at him, "I'm sorry, brother."

He smiled, "It's okay."

Then someone hit him on the back again, he didn't look back, he just looked up at the dark glass.I don't know him, but judging from the shape of his mouth, that person is also saying "sorry".

Most of the boys in the police academy are careless, bumping and stepping happened from time to time. Yan Xiao stayed in the electronic reading room for a long time, and this row of desks almost became his exclusive seat. He doesn't care about the usual things, just say hello and it's over.

But today he wrote God, and when someone bumped into him later, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, for fear that if his upper and lower eyelids touched, the surging inspiration would be distorted.

Zhaofan pushed open the glass door of the electronic reading room, and heard "fuck you" in front of him.

Sweeping his gaze towards the window again, his pupils froze instantly.

The person by the window facing the notebook, who else could it be if not Yan Xiao?

From a distance, Yan Xiao's notebook glowed with monotonous white light, which was almost static.

Obviously, Yan Xiao is not browsing the web, let alone playing games.

It's what you're writing, or what documents you're looking at.

Zhaofan's breathing was a little tight, and he couldn't wait to see what Yan Xiao was doing in the electronic reading room full of all kinds of swear words when he stayed up late at night.

He doesn't have the habit of peeking at people, and he is open and frank no matter what he does.But at this moment, he had a premonition that if he just walked over like this and called "Brother Xiao" like a gentleman, Yan Xiao would definitely close the notebook immediately.

The only way is to walk over quietly and see the content on the display before Yan Xiao finds out.

but……

He looked at the mirror-like glass, feeling a little embarrassed.

Yan Xiao was facing the glass, and as soon as he stood there, Yan Xiao could see it by raising his eyelids.

But I can't seem to think of any other way.

He swallowed, and planned to go up and read it.

At this moment, a buddy from the anti-terrorism major shouted, "Fucking Brother Fan, you're here too?"

He subconsciously looked at Yan Xiao, thinking that Yan Xiao would turn around when he heard the sound, but he saw that Yan Xiao didn't respond.

This is either because the volume of the headphones is too loud, or because the mind is too focused.

He breathed a sigh of relief and made a silent gesture to the buddy.

The buddy also said hello, and continued to kill monsters after the fight.

Only then did he take a step towards the window, using his skills as a scout, and walked over as lightly as a ghost.

Standing three steps away from the armchair, his eyesight is enough for him to see the content on the monitor clearly.Yan Xiao still input lines and paragraphs of text unconsciously.

Those words were all content he hadn't read, but he easily captured a familiar term: Zhan Feihua.

He tightened his lips, clenched his hands into fists, and an inexplicable anger surged in his chest and abdomen.

That absurd conjecture had come true, "Kang Yixiao" was not some fat elementary school student, but a buddy whom he had known for a short time, but whom he fell in love with very much.

Bros……

These three words suddenly made him feel a little ridiculous.The fingertips were a little itchy, as if they were wrapped around something hot and cold.

I consider Yan Xiao a buddy, what about Yan Xiao?

He had some headaches, as if a ton of sand had been poured into his temples, whining and making a sound that was not harsh, but extremely unpleasant.

Why cheat?Obviously he is the author, but he also echoes the words "elementary school student" and "little fat man".

It's fucking boring.

He raised his hand and stroked his hand-short hair.

This movement is very obvious, and the movement is not small, but Yan Xiao is immersed in the description of the scene and the characters, and still does not raise his eyelids.

Zhaofan likes to laugh, but at this moment his eyes are cloudy, and his expression is projected on the glass, containing sharp anger.

Yan Xiao didn't notice it at all.

Zhaofan stood motionless, thinking of the time they spent together, and the conflicts that occurred before they met.

When did Yan Xiao know?Last time in the electronic reading room?Or before the first meeting?

If he is determined to investigate, Yan Xiao can actually find Linjiang Police Academy through the ID "Fanfanfanfanfanfanfan".

fuck...

Zhaofan was even more irritable.

There is no doubt that Zhan Feihua is herself, so why did Yan Xiao do this?

Revenge for conflicts when they never met?

Still rational, he blinked his eyes, thinking it was impossible, no, Yan Xiao is not this kind of person.

In fact, the most likely situation is that Yan Xiao didn't know that he was "Fanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfanfan" before coming to the police academy, and the acquaintance was just a coincidence.It was the last time he pulled Yan Xiao's arm and asked Yan Xiao to look at the opened webpage, and Yan Xiao knew his ID.

That's why Yan Xiao was so surprised at the time.And he mistakenly took this surprise as "good students don't read stallion cool novels".

Soon, "Peach Horror" began to be serialized, and he became the prototype of the protagonist.

He bit the flesh in his mouth, panicking in his heart, feeling as if the object had become countless miniature bombs, crackling and exploding in every cell and every nerve.

He doesn't care about being used as a prototype at all. On the contrary, if Yan Xiao tells him frankly - I want to use you as the prototype of the protagonist in my novel, he will be very happy.

But Yan Xiao didn't say anything, Yan Xiao and Shen Xun kept him in the dark together.

He enthusiastically recommended "Peach Horror" to Yan Xiao, and Yan Xiao cheerfully watched and discussed the plot with him;

He scolded "Kang Yixiao" for being a pupil with particularly bad writing skills, and said that pupils had a bright future, so Yan Xiao scolded him together.

What the hell is this for?

Is it necessary to engage in such deception?

Let me know what's wrong?

I don't know where the anger came from in the first place, and it burned more and more vigorously along the blood, pouring into the whole body, and when it reached the feet, it kicked out uncontrollably.

The sneakers collided with the armchair with great force, and the chair leg made a piercing sound on the ground.

Yan Xiao's train of thought was interrupted, his chest hit the edge of the table, he turned around angrily, but the light in his eyes froze immediately, his heart seemed to be hung up, stuck in his throat, and he only uttered a short Syllable, "Zhao..."

Zhaofan had already retracted his feet, his jaw was tense, his sight was like a sword that was flashing and burning, and it was slashing at him head-to-head and face.

For a minute, no one spoke.

The shouts echoing around were enough to cover up the tension in their area, Yan Xiao couldn't help but straighten his back, as if this could hide his panic.The two clusters of eyes collided with invisible sparks, and then quickly extinguished them.

It was Zhao Fan who spoke first, with a bad tone, "Kang Yi Xiao?"

Yan Xiao only felt that the pores all over his body tightened rapidly as if stimulated by ice water, and his pupils also collapsed.

"Why did you lie to me?" Zhaofan is the kind of person who is not good at hiding his emotions. When he is happy, he is happy. When he is angry, all the anger is displayed on his face. "Why the hell are you like this? Why don't you ask me what the hell is wrong?"

Yan Xiao was still a little dazed, he didn't know how long Zhaofan had stood behind him, it was like a storm was blowing in his mind, and the place where the storm passed was a mess.

Zhaofan kicked too hard just now, his chest and abdomen that hit the edge of the table became numb for a while, and then began to ache, but the pain was not severe, it was just unbearably sore.

He opened his mouth, and his Adam's apple rolled, making it difficult to answer.

The anger on Zhaofan's face became even stronger, he stepped forward two steps, grabbed his collar, his brows tightened, and he shouted sharply: "Didn't you hear me when I asked you the fuck?"

Maybe it was too much movement, Zhaofan's chest bumped into his, and the pain encased in the flesh suddenly became sharper, he frowned subconsciously, and only squeezed out two words: "Sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" Zhao Fan's breath sprayed on his face, and he pulled his hands even tighter, "I asked why you didn't tell me, and you still fucking acted with me, apologizing? I need your apology? "

Yan Xiao is an author, although he is only an unknown author who has not written a novel for a long time, but before he was kicked hard, he was completely immersed in the plot of his own structure.Pulling away from the plot is not something that can be done instantly, and Zhao Fan's sudden appearance is like a huge, irresistible shock.

At this moment, his spirit was almost torn apart, and his mind was in chaos.

Of course he wanted to explain clearly to Zhaofan, but he couldn't, the only thing he could say at this moment was "sorry".

Zhao Fan moved closer, and the masseter muscle clearly emerged on his cheek.

It was the first time he saw Zhaofan burning with anger, his heart was beating violently, as if it was about to pierce his chest, and the nerves were snapped one by one, making a crisp sound.

After a long time—maybe it didn't take long, Zhao Fan let go of his collar, and then gave him a hard push, which happened to press on his hit chest.

Severe pain ripped through his body, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The anger in Zhaofan's eyes did not fade away, he stared at him for a while, cursed "Fuck", turned and left.