Boyfriend is mentally ill

The next day was Friday, and Jiang Xiaofeng's class was full again.When he was woken up by the alarm clock, there was nothing around him.

The curtains of the room were half opened, and the morning light shone in through the tulle, making it soft and warm.He sat up and stared blankly at the light blocks on the floor for a while, then suddenly turned sideways to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table, opened the memo, and carefully looked through each item.

After an unknown amount of time, there was the slight sound of the doorknob being turned. He was startled, and hurriedly stuffed his phone under the quilt.

The door opened, and Meng Fusheng's figure appeared at the door.

"Why haven't you woken up yet?" Seeing him sitting, Meng Fusheng stepped forward and scratched his messy sleeping hair, coaxing him with a smile, "Go wash up, breakfast is ready."

Jiang Xiaofeng looked up at him, agreed, got out of bed obediently and went to the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door, Jiang Xiaofeng came to the washstand, turned on the faucet, bent down and poured cold water on his face several times, but he didn't think it was enough, so he simply washed his head with cold water again.

Even though it's summer, it's still a bit cold to wash your hair in cold water.Goosebumps appeared on Jiang Xiaofeng's arms, and with his hand on the washstand, he was finally sure that everything in front of him was real.

The memory came back faster than he had imagined, and he didn't even need to work hard. He just fell asleep, and he remembered what should be remembered and what should not be remembered.

Is the disease completely cured?

He touched the wet back of his head, and after a moment of daze, he instinctively went to find a hair dryer and dried his hair half-dried.

If they all go out wet, the seniors will be worried.

"..."

He put down the hair dryer, looked at himself in the mirror with a dazed and dull expression, and suddenly felt strange.

Would he have had that look on his face more than a month ago?

……

While eating breakfast, Meng Fusheng found that Jiang Xiaofeng was not in the right state, so he hurriedly asked about it.

Jiang Xiaofeng pulled himself together, and found a reason to be nervous because he had a very important homework to be handed in today.

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't listen to the class in the morning. The memory recovery brought some sequelae, such as drowsiness, slight dizziness, poor appetite, and lethargy... He lay on the desk for a while, then took out his mobile phone and flipped through it for a long time memo.

At noon, Meng Fusheng came to pick Jiang Xiaofeng up for lunch as usual, and everyone was no stranger to this. Some acquaintances saw Meng Fusheng waiting outside, and would take the initiative to say hello to him.

Tian Daqi and the others no longer waited for Jiang Xiaofeng to have dinner together, they greeted Meng Fusheng and left together.

The classroom was soon more than half empty.

Jiang Xiaofeng put the book away slowly, looked at Meng Fusheng who was waiting outside the door, got up and walked over.

Lunch was eaten in the cafeteria. Meng Fusheng had already fully understood Jiang Xiaofeng's taste, so he thoughtfully helped him prepare meals, and even brought him a bowl of soup.

Jiang Xiaofeng was eating, listening to Meng Fusheng's question about homework, and seeing Meng Fusheng's gentle and concerned expression, the image of the first time he saw Meng Fusheng suddenly flashed in his mind.

At that time, Meng Fusheng had just ended the tennis match with a smash, surrounded by people cheering for him, standing in the middle of the crowd, he looked particularly dazzling.

Meng Fusheng was really handsome when he played tennis.

But he's retired now.

Jiang Xiaofeng suddenly lost his appetite, put down his chopsticks and called out, "Senior."

"Huh?" Meng Fusheng took out a wet tissue and put it in his hand, and responded gently.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the wet tissue in his hand, touched it with his fingers, and said, "When school is over in the afternoon, let's go play tennis. I always knew that you played tennis very well, but I haven't played against you yet."

Meng Fusheng was a little surprised that he would make this request, and replied: "Okay, I will teach you how to fight."

……

During class in the afternoon, Jiang Xiaofeng chatted with Tian Rui, but he didn't talk about anything special, so he asked Meng Fusheng how he had been in school in the past three years, what his grades were, and if he had talked about his plans for the future.

Tian Rui thought he wanted to know more about Meng Fusheng, so she answered in detail.

From her mouth, Jiang Xiaofeng learned that Meng Fusheng was a man of the moment when he entered the school. During the military training, he was selected by the instructor at a glance to be the most attractive flag-bearer. He is a master of learning, and his grades in professional courses are number one every year. At the school celebration party, he played a piano solo that attracted countless fans. Later, he represented the school in many competitions and won many trophies. Papers have been published in several authoritative journals.

Meng Fusheng not only has good grades, but also has great popularity. He has never had conflicts with anyone since he entered school, and people who have been with him are full of praise when they mention him.The teachers liked him even more. It was said that the dean of the School of Economics and Management had contacted Meng Fusheng a long time ago and wanted him to be a graduate student at the school, but it was said that Meng Fusheng refused.

Tian Rui sent photos to Jiang Xiaofeng while popularizing science. They were all activity photos and group photos. Meng Fusheng was mixed in the crowd, because his temperament and appearance were too good, so he was easily spotted at first sight.

Finally, Tian Rui sent a message: Is your boyfriend handsome?Xiaofeng, don't worry about it anymore, such a good boyfriend, don't hold on tightly and be careful not to be pried away by others, then it's up to you to cry!

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the photos carefully, and after a while he typed and asked: Did the senior say anything about his plans for the future?

Tian Rui: What's the matter, are you worried about breaking up after graduation?You just think too much, don't worry you won't, you've all met your parents, and Fusheng is only a junior.

Feng Xiao: No, I just want to ask the senior if he plans to go to graduate school.

Tian Rui: Oh, I understand, how many more years do you want to stay with Fu Sheng at school?That's probably a bit of a mystery, Fusheng will be an intern in the second half of the year, and will leave school for a while.He doesn't seem to be planning to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but Wei Wei guesses that he might go abroad, but that's all speculation, now that Fusheng has you, with his personality, he will definitely include you in his future plans, don't worry!

into future planning.

Jiang Xiaofeng remembered what You Mengru said, and put down his phone.

Hao Qi stabbed him suddenly, and said sadly: "I know you are now in a sweet period of love, and you are not willing to part with Senior Meng for a second, but the teacher is focusing on the point, and you are still holding your phone and chatting on WeChat , do you still want to survive the end of the term and have a summer vacation without failing?"

Jiang Xiaofeng came back to his senses, looked at the teacher on the stage, then looked at the date on the phone, and said "ah" silently.

His accident happened in mid-April, and now it's the end of May. This year's summer vacation is very early. After careful calculation, it's only about half a month before the summer vacation.

Time flies, he will be promoted to sophomore in the second half of the year, and Meng Fusheng...

He suddenly woke up, the last trace of hesitation and trance in his eyes dissipated, he sat up straight and picked up the pen.

……

After school, Meng Fusheng came to pick Jiang Xiaofeng up, and the two went to the western cafeteria to have dinner, then went to pick up the racket, changed their clothes, and went to the stadium together.

Jiang Xiaofeng had already remembered everything by now, and his brain was no longer stupid. When he saw his racket, he immediately realized that there must be something wrong with Han Tao's original internal price.

He glanced at Meng Fusheng next to him, saw that the racket in his hand was of the same brand as his own, guessed something, took a deep breath and let it out without any trace, lowered his head and looked away.

The two chose an outdoor venue, and there were not many people in the meeting. Meng Fusheng took Jiang Xiaofeng to warm up, taught him the posture of holding and swinging the racket again, and then began to teach him to serve.

As the sun gradually set, the number of people on the court gradually increased. From time to time, the crowd cheered from the basketball court next door, as if there was a game.

After the light was completely dark, the headlights came on, illuminating the stadium.

Meng Fusheng suspended his teaching, took out the mosquito repellent and carefully sprayed it on Jiang Xiaofeng.

Many students who were playing and watching the game looked at this side as if there was nothing there. Jiang Xiaofeng followed their gaze and looked at Meng Fusheng beside him, which aroused Meng Fusheng's questioning eyes.

"tired?"

"No." Jiang Xiaofeng shook his head, took away the mosquito repellent in Meng Fusheng's hand, and walked around behind him, "I'll help the senior spray some too." He said and sprayed the mosquito repellent on his neck and shoulders .

Meng Fusheng stood still, turned his head slightly to look at him, and said with a smile: "Xiaofeng is so caring."

Is this considerate?

Why is it so easy to satisfy someone who is so good and should be admired by all the stars?

Jiang Xiaofeng lowered his eyes, and sprayed on his arm a few more times: "Obviously the senior is more considerate."

After spraying the mosquito repellent, the two began to try to fight.Jiang Xiaofeng is a pure novice, he can't serve the ball very well, and he can't even catch the ball. Meng Fusheng is very patient, and he practiced with him over and over again, bending over to pick up the ball over and over again, and his hair was soon wet with sweat.

Jiang Xiaofeng felt that he was a big idiot who proposed to play tennis at noon, and was about to tell Meng Fusheng that the day was over, when he saw a ball flying towards him from the side and behind him reflexively, and followed Meng Fusheng's previous instructions. Taught the swinging action, he pulled the ball back hard.

After picking up the ball, Meng Fusheng noticed the situation here and hurried over.

"what happened?"

After the ball was drawn back, it hit the net against a figure holding a racket standing in the corner.

Jiang Xiaofeng and the figure looked at each other from a distance, then turned their eyes away, turned the racket, looked at Meng Fusheng and said, "I don't know where a ball flew over. There are more people coming to play. Let's go."

Meng Fusheng followed the direction of the ball and looked at it, but saw nothing. Instead, he noticed that a member of the tennis club was walking this way. Maybe he didn't grab the indoor court and came here to practice.

Thinking of Zhang Juntian, he frowned indistinctly, and replied: "Okay, then let's go home."

After going back, Jiang Xiaofeng took a shower, and then found Meng Fusheng, who was reporting homework with the teacher after the shower, and went back to school alone with the excuse of asking Tian Daqi for the key points of the final exam and preparing for weekend revision.

After copying the final points, Jiang Xiaofeng made a detour to the tennis court.

It was getting late, and the people on the court were about to leave. Jiang Xiaofeng leaned against the lamppost and waited for a while, and sure enough, a person carrying a racket bag came.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked up at him: "You want to hit me with a ball?"

Zhang Juntian also looked at him, his eyes were bright and distasteful: "Brother Meng is going to practice with you like that, it's a waste of time."

"It's none of your business." Jiang Xiaofeng sneered, turned around and left, took two steps and found that Zhang Juntian hadn't followed, then stopped and turned back and said, "The senior said that fighting in school might punish you, don't you think I don't like it? Coincidentally, I also think you are not pleasing to the eye, so follow if you dare." After finishing speaking, he continued to walk forward.

After a while, footsteps followed behind him.

The two went to the north gate where there were few people, and tacitly entered a small alley without surveillance. One threw away his backpack, the other broke his wrist, and then fought together.

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Xiaofeng shook off Zhang Juntian who had been beaten unilaterally, stood up and leaned against the wall, his body was breathless, his hair was wet with sweat, his clothes were dusty, and there was no trace of the fight at all.

Zhang Juntian's situation was not so good, he was leaning against the wall and clutching his stomach, his whole body was in a state of distress, obviously enduring the pain, his face was full of unwillingness and humiliation, his lips were tense.

But there was no injury on his face, and Jiang Xiaofeng deliberately avoided it when he hit him.

"You dare to follow me out because you think I can't beat you, right?" Jiang Xiaofeng brushed his hair and slowly adjusted his breathing, "I practiced Sanda for a year, just to be able to be measured when being bullied. Strong enough to fight back. I thought I wouldn't need to use these fighting skills, but I didn't expect there to be such a vicious waste like you in the university."

Zhang Juntian stared at him bitterly.

Jiang Xiaofeng smiled into his gaze: "Do you think that you are a righteous fighter, exposing the true colors of bad guys, and saving the ignorant and deceived people? Zhang Juntian, you are so ridiculous, admit it, you just did something wrong, You're not saving anyone, you're just plain bad."

Zhang Juntian's face turned red, he sat upright, tried not to look so embarrassed, sneered: "There are a lot of nonsense...Jiang Xiaofeng, even if you kill me, I will not apologize to you."

"There is no such word as apology in the dictionary of scum like you, I already understood." Jiang Xiaofeng stood up from the wall and looked at him condescendingly, "I don't need you to apologize, I just need you to be afraid of me and dare not Come to provoke me again. I heard that you like playing tennis very much? If you come to provoke me again, then I will definitely make you unable to play tennis in this life. Also, don’t you like to post posts to blackmail me? I have plenty of money, and next time, I don't mind using some pocket money to find a few people to find out if you have done any dirty things before, and then help you make it public."

Zhang Juntian's expression changed.

"This reaction, it seems that you are not a flawless saint, so what qualifications do you have to pretend to be a justice fighter and 'punish' people with flaws in the past?" Jiang Xiaofeng sneered, then turned and left.

Zhang Juntian's expression turned blue and white, and suddenly called out: "Jiang Xiaofeng!"

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't stop.

"Jiang Xiaofeng, look at the way you threatened people just now! If a person like you stays by Brother Meng's side, it will only become a stain on him." Zhang Juntian roared.

Jiang Xiaofeng stopped, turned to look at him, then suddenly fell back and gave him a hard kick, then strode away without looking back.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, the phone in his pocket rang.

Jiang Xiaofeng took it out and saw that it was Meng Fusheng calling, the uneasy condensation on his face dissipated instantly, and put it to his ear after connecting it: "Senior."

"Where are you?" Meng Fusheng said worriedly, "I called Tian Daqi just now, and he said that you have left long ago. Where are you now, have you encountered any trouble? I will pick you up."

Jiang Xiaofeng stopped walking, his heart that had been tense for a day suddenly collapsed.

From childhood to adulthood, from traveling alone until now, no one has ever cared about him so much except grandma.From now on, he has been admitted to the hospital three times and been bullied twice. Every time, this person is by his side, caring about him, helping him and supporting him.

But such a good person was killed by him.

He thought of the deeds of Meng Fusheng mentioned by Tian Rui, of Meng Fusheng's growth experience mentioned by You Mengru, and of the group photo of the tennis match that he saw in the afternoon. In the photo, Meng Fusheng held up the championship trophy, and Zhang Juntian was proud Looking at it adoringly.

Meng Fusheng was really unlucky.

Ever since I met him, Meng Fusheng, who has never had any negative rumors, was sent to the forum several times, where his private life was discussed wantonly; Meng Fusheng might want to change his future plan because of him...

Meng Fusheng is an excellent son of heaven, he is just a problem student who has struggled for a long time to get his life back on track, he should not continue to paint stains on Meng Fusheng's life.

"Xiaofeng, why don't you speak, Xiaofeng?"

The voice from the earpiece became more and more urgent. Jiang Xiaofeng covered the phone and took a deep breath, then let it out again. After adjusting his tone, he put down his hand and said to the phone: "Senior, I'm fine, it's just... I'm just I suddenly want to eat supper."

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Half an hour later, Jiang Xiaofeng and Meng Fusheng sat face to face at a barbecue stand.

"Why do you suddenly want to eat barbecue?" Meng Fusheng was amused and helpless, and put the beef noodles bought from the stall next door in front of him.

Jiang Xiaofeng hurriedly took the bowl, picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks, and stuffed it into his mouth. His curly hair swayed with his movements, drawing a lively arc in the air: "I'm just suddenly hungry. I think it's because I picked up the ball and picked it up too much." Duo, senior, aren't you hungry?"

Meng Fusheng was amused by his gluttonous appearance, and replied: "A little bit, but you should eat less for supper. If you eat too much, you will not be able to sleep at night."

"Yeah, don't eat too much." Jiang Xiaofeng answered perfunctorily with his head buried in his powder.

Meng Fusheng smiled and poured him a glass of juice.

Jiang Xiaofeng glanced at the juice, and suddenly said, "Senior, I want to drink."

Meng Fusheng immediately refused: "You are still taking medicine, so you are not allowed to drink alcohol."

"Okay." Jiang Xiaofeng smacked his lips in disappointment.

Seeing this, Meng Fusheng coaxed, "I'll drink with you when you stop taking the medicine."

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at him fixedly, and suddenly said: "Senior, you are so kind."

Meng Fusheng stopped the hand that was pouring the juice, put down the juice bottle, lowered his eyes and put the skewers that were just delivered to his hand, and coughed softly: "Eat it, it's slightly spicy that you like."

After eating and drinking enough, the two walked back to the community.

After washing and falling asleep, everything went on as usual. Early the next morning, Meng Fusheng was awakened from his sleep by a muffled sound.

He opened his eyes, and instinctively went to look at the person lying beside him, but he didn't see him, he was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly sat up and looked under the bed.

On the carpet, Jiang Xiaofeng stood up with his head covered, stared blankly at Meng Fusheng for a while, then suddenly pinched himself hard, turned his head to look around, tugged at the pajamas with the puppy pattern on his body, and said in shock: "Senior, we are not Are you eating Japanese food, now, what is going on now?"

Meng Fusheng was stunned, looking at his shocked and blank eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and his expression changed.