Boyfriend is mentally ill

Many people did not sleep well that night.

Meng Fusheng's mind was full of Jiang Xiaofeng finally holding back his tears and leaving, and he opened his eyes until dawn.

Jiang Xiaofeng was extremely happy and sad, because he just ran to eat a lot of greasy meat because of his illness, he had a severe gastrointestinal reaction, and unfortunately vomited in the bathroom in the middle of the night.

The roommates understood his innocence as early as when Jiang Xiaofeng returned to the dormitory with red eyes, looked at the closed bathroom door, and sighed in unison—oh, how much wine has been drunk, lovelorn, miserable!

The next day was a calm day. Jiang Xiaofeng didn't go to the tennis club because of stomach problems, and Meng Fusheng stayed in the tennis club very late until the court was about to close.

When the new day came, Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly became angry!

During the big class this morning, Zhou Jinsheng, the deputy dean of the School of Foreign Languages, came to the classroom to find Jiang Xiaofeng, asked him to register the materials for the summer college training camp, and kindly took him to chat outside the classroom for a while.

At noon on the same day, the campus website of University A updated the news that "the English Corner in Guanghua Business District was successfully concluded, and the students from University A won the championship and the third place".

In the group photo of the champions, Jiang Xiaofeng stood between Tian Rui and Meng Fusheng, squinting and smiling brightly.

The students in Jiang Xiaofeng's class were all shocked!

You must know that in everyone's eyes, Jiang Xiaofeng is a boring otaku who is good-looking but addicted to games all day long!He always sits in a corner in class, always plays with his mobile phone between classes, does not participate in class activities, does not go to class dinners, does not like to communicate with classmates, stays in the dormitory after class, and does not add anyone on WeChat except his roommates and monitors... He is simply a person who expresses his incompatibility to the extreme.

But it's just such a person who is not eye-catching in anything except his looks, but quietly went to the debate competition with the goddess and male god of the academy, and won the championship!

This contrast is the same as SpongeBob SquarePants suddenly went to solve the case with Conan one day!

This unscientific! ! !

The forum became lively, and the homepage was swamped with posts about this debate contest. The content of the posts was varied, some guessed whether the god and goddess were together, some asked who the only Xu Qiutao who was not a college student of A was, and some Talking about the prizes of this competition... But more, it is about how Jiang Xiaofeng, a freshman, got into the team of gods and goddesses!

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't know anything about what happened on the forum. At this time, he was in the dormitory looking for Maobao.

If a worker wants to do a good job, he must first sharpen his weapon. The club's public racket is too old, so he plans to buy a new weapon exclusively for himself.

Suddenly a WeChat message popped up, it was sent by "Sect Leader" Han Tao.He asked Jiang Xiaofeng if he would join the club, and why he didn't come to the club for training yesterday, if he really couldn't bear the amount of training.

If you want to learn real kung fu, the head of the sect must fawn on you!

Jiang Xiaofeng replied obediently: I had something to do yesterday, and the amount of training can keep up, no problem.As for the community group... Is Senior Meng in the group?

Han Tao glanced at his friend sitting at the desk who was seriously helping him modify the PPT, and typed: Yes.

Fengfeng: Then I will not enter, thank you for your kindness.

Oh, Han Tao is in trouble.

He scratched his hair in distress, turned his head and said: "Fu Sheng, the elementary school brother said that he had something to do yesterday, so he didn't come to the club, and he doesn't want to join the group for the time being."

Meng Fusheng paused when he clicked the mouse, then continued as if nothing had happened, and said, "Because I'm in the group?"

Han Tao smiled dryly, not sure what his friend was thinking.

The day before yesterday, when the little sister from the society came to tell them about Jiang Xiaofeng's suspected quarrel with Zhang Juntian, Meng Fusheng's expression was always not very good-looking.It was only later that he realized that the newcomer seemed to be after Meng Fusheng, but Meng Fusheng, who had always been very alienated from his suitors, had a strange reaction this time.

"You... Do you have thoughts about that junior?" He couldn't help asking, "Or did you two quarrel? Because of Zhang Juntian?"

Meng Fusheng shook his head, saved the PPT, released the mouse and said, "I don't think Zhang Juntian is suitable to be the next president of the tennis club, nor the vice president."

Previously, the instructor brought a few old members to a meeting to discuss the candidate for the next president. Han Tao is also a junior and will quit the club with Meng Fusheng.

"Ah?" Han Tao didn't react.

"He is too thoughtful and too arbitrary, not suitable for the development of the club." Meng Fusheng stood up and stepped aside, picked up his backpack, took out a list from it and handed it to Han Tao, "This is the racket I picked for Jiang Xiaofeng And tools, if it is convenient for you, can you help me go to a reliable store to make a copy of the things? After making the mix, give the things to Jiang Xiaofeng at a discounted price, and I will make up for the missing parts. "

Han Tao took the list and looked at it, seeing the good things on it, he was speechless: "So Fusheng, you really..."

"No." Meng Fusheng interrupted him, remained silent for a few seconds, said please and thank you, then turned and left Han Tao's bedroom.

Han Tao became more and more confused: "So, is it really..."

……

From Han Tao's dormitory to the school, he had to pass the library and the playground. Meng Fusheng was in a mess, and he didn't want to meet acquaintances on the road, so he chose to walk on the sidewalk.

When he turned into a small path leading into a flower bed, he suddenly heard a rustling sound from the side of the flower bed.

At that moment, his heart beat a little faster, and his body stopped uncontrollably at a speed that even surprised him. He looked sideways at the place where the sound came from, vaguely expecting that another unknown object would fly out there, and a Cute and weird schoolboy.

A stray cat sprang out from the flower bed, glanced at him, turned and ran away.

Meng Fusheng loosened his tense back, stood for a while, looked away and continued to move forward, but suddenly stopped in his tracks.

At the end of the path, under the cover of two small trees, Jiang Xiaofeng was standing on the edge of the road with a supermarket bag in his hand. In front of him, a cute girl was talking to him excitedly, her face full of excitement. favorite.

Meng Fusheng suddenly felt that this scene was very dazzling, but he did not move.

What the junior likes is a man, this girl is doomed not to get results.

Jiang Xiaofeng shook his head as expected, the girl's expression became sad, but she didn't get too entangled, she said a few more words and left.

Jiang Xiaofeng was also about to leave, but stopped after taking a step, and turned his head to look at the flower bed path where the street lights were sparse.

The path was empty, and there was no one there.

He looked puzzled.

Is it an illusion?It seemed that someone was watching over there just now.

He took a closer look at the path and found that there was indeed no one there, so he walked away suspiciously.

After he left, Meng Fusheng came out from the flower bed.

He first bent down to help the flower seedling that he accidentally stepped on in panic, then squatted down in a strange way, and looked towards the road outside the flower bed from this angle.

Jiang Xiaofeng walked away slowly with the supermarket bag, his short fluffy hair was blown around by the gentle night wind, like a small animal whose hair was blown off.

Meng Fusheng was a little distracted.

When the junior student sent him a love letter for the first time, was that the way he looked at him?At that time, what kind of entanglement and anxiety did he go through before he chose to throw out the love letter like that?

A love letter, yes, a love letter.

He stood up suddenly and strode out of the school.

After returning to the apartment, before he had time to change his shoes, he abducted to the study room, and took out the two love letters and a bag of bonbons from the locked drawer of the desk.

The love letter was well preserved, and not a single bonbon was touched.

He hesitated again.

Do you want to return them to your juniors?If you want to return it, you must ask your junior to come out and return it in person, after all, it is such a private thing...

Tighten your fingertips tightly, then loosen them slowly.

He opened the small love letter, looked at the little man holding a heart in the corner, and the image of Jiang Xiaofeng walking away wiping his tears suddenly flashed in his mind.

After a while, he lowered his head, took out a liqueur chocolate and fed it into his mouth.

The bitter taste of chocolate and the sweetness of fruit wine spread in his mouth, he lowered his hands, put the letter and candies back into the drawer, then walked to the chair by the window and sat down, looking down at the candy wrapper in his hand in the dim room .

One piece of sugar was eaten and it was no longer complete.

It's gone.

……

The next day, Jiang Xiaofeng got a new racket that Han Tao kindly helped to select and purchase.

Jiang Xiaofeng was very happy.

The things the head picks for him must be good!

He paid the money readily, and happily went to practice with his things in his arms.

Han Tao walked over to Meng Fusheng who was sitting in the rest area with his head bowed and wrapped around his sweatband, and said, "He didn't realize that the price I quoted was wrong, and he seems to like the new rackets you helped him choose."

Only then did Meng Fusheng raise his head and look at Jiang Xiaofeng who was adapting to the new beat at the corner of the court with his back turned to this side.

"Thanks... how does he look in mood?"

"pretty good."

Meng Fusheng shifted his gaze to Han Tao's face: "Really good?"

Han Tao really felt that Jiang Xiaofeng was in a good mood, but seeing his friend's reaction, couldn't it be... isn't it?

He carefully recalled Jiang Xiaofeng's various performances just now, and finally found something inconsistent: "By the way, he looks bad, with dark circles under his eyes, and looks sick and not well rested. It's brilliant, but also a little too brilliant for someone who doesn't really have much interest in tennis."

Meng Fusheng loosened his sweatband, feeling sore and heavy in his heart.

The younger brother is really trying to learn tennis as he said that day, and he is also trying not to cause trouble to him-not to seek him out, not to reveal any inappropriate emotions in front of him, and to pretend that the two are not familiar with each other.

So good.

It's too embarrassing.

He suddenly became impulsive: "Han Tao, I want to retire early..."

Crash, Gululu!

Jiang Xiaofeng in the corner suddenly dropped his racket, turned around and ran out in big strides. Because he turned too fast, he accidentally overturned a ball frame, and the ball inside rolled all over the floor.

Han Tao turned around when he heard the movement, and hurriedly raised his voice and asked, "What's going on? Jiang Xiaofeng, where are you going?"

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't answer, and was swept out of the court like the wind, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Meng Fusheng felt that something was wrong, so he got up and chased after him without thinking.

……

Running wildly outside the gate of the remote North School, Jiang Xiaofeng saw Xiao Kun standing at the entrance of the alley diagonally opposite at a glance, rushed over and grabbed his collar, almost strangled him, and chatted on WeChat with the other hand. Frame's phone hit him in the face.

"Are you a beast, you actually took a picture like Jingjing, delete it for me!"

Xiao Kun's expression was more ruthless than his, and he strangled his shoulder with his backhand because of his poor body shape, and said in a hateful voice: "You guys forced me to do this! Jingjing is my girlfriend, do you think I want to send this kind of photo to You see? Tell me where Jingjing is, or I'll post this picture on the Internet! I can't get her, and she can't find anyone else!"

Jiang Xiaofeng was so angry that he hit him with a punch.

Xiao Kun took his punch hard, but his arm did not loosen, and he dragged him into the alley fiercely.