Boyfriend is mentally ill

After less than two seconds of nervousness, the line "The other party is typing..." disappeared, but the strange thing was that no message came.

Meng Fusheng was puzzled, and clicked on the blank chat box.

What's the matter, the software swallowed the message?

Just thinking like this, the prompt "The other party is typing..." appeared above the chat box again, and this time it stayed for three seconds before disappearing.

But still no message came.

Looking at the always blank chat page, Meng Fusheng suddenly realized.

Primary school boy, is this... typing, typing, deleting, deleting?

He suddenly remembered the conversation between Tian Daqi and others.They said that the junior was distracted frequently during class in the afternoon, and was typing on his mobile phone all the time. They also speculated that the junior was looking for a topic to write a draft, and was thinking about how to send a message to the "girl he likes" for a while.

So the junior has been thinking about it all afternoon, and he hasn't figured out how to start chatting with him yet?

The tip of my heart seemed to be swept away by something, and it felt a little weak.

The prompt "The other party is typing..." appeared again, this time for several seconds.

He unconsciously picked up the phone, staring at the chat box.

I don't know how long it has passed, the input prompt disappeared, and a message was sent tremblingly like a flower blooming under pressure.

Fengfeng will transfer XXXX yuan to you.

Meng Fusheng: "...?"

……

In the dormitory, Jiang Xiaofeng was buried under the quilt holding his mobile phone. After typing, typing and deleting for a long time, he finally realized that the text was pale and powerless.

In view of the fact that he almost revealed his true temperament at noon, he felt that it was not suitable for him to have face-to-face contact with a scumbag for at least three days.But he was not reconciled to letting the sense of presence that he managed to create in front of the scumbag dissipate with time.So after some thought, he decided to start from the other side - private chat.

Since you can't meet each other, let's chat in private, private chat can also create a sense of presence!

The idea is good, but it is too difficult to operate.

He is not a person who is very good at chatting, and in his heart, he doesn't really want to chat with the scumbag, and if he talks too much, he is afraid that he will not be able to resist the scumbag.

But it’s okay not to talk.

So after taking a shower and crawling into bed, he started fighting the chat box.

Sending "Hello senior" seems too formal and polite, which is not conducive to closer relationship.

Sending "Good evening, late at night, seniors, let's talk about life ideals", seems too mentally retarded and suspicious.

Sending "Senior, thank you for inviting me to dinner today", it is easy to lead to the matter of Xiao Kun at noon, reminding the scumbag again that he broke the human design.

All in all, it is difficult. It is really too difficult to use dry words to catch the interest of the scumbag on the premise of weakening the Xiao Kun incident at noon as much as possible.

Jiang Xiaofeng regretted that he didn't use all his strength when he hit Xiao Kun at noon.

So it was a lot of hard thinking.

When he was about to fall asleep thinking about it, something that he had neglected for a long time rushed into his mind-wait a minute, besides "newcomers who are well-behaved, easy to handle and easy to fool", scumbags also like "newcomers who are rich and easy to cheat" "ah!And in the case of money, the conditions of "being well-behaved, easy to handle, and easy to fool" can be appropriately compromised.

He immediately picked up his phone, deleted the words he typed just now when he was in a daze, clicked transfer, entered a number far exceeding the medical expenses that the scumbag had paid in advance, revealed his wealth invisibly, and then remarked "Thank you senior The medical expenses paid in advance, good night senior." After confirming the transfer, he closed his eyes and fell asleep in peace.

……

Meng Fusheng couldn't sleep anymore.

He leaned against the bed and waited until after twelve o'clock. After making sure that his junior did not send any new messages, he frowned and clicked on the transfer message again.

The four-figure medical expenses are five times more than the amount he paid in advance. Is the junior a slippery boy?Or is there another meaning?For example, the mistake of borrowing more money, taking the opportunity to get in touch with him, and so on, it is not that no suitors have done this before.

He tapped his phone lightly, recalling Tian Rui's words, sighed, put down his phone and turned off the desk lamp.

No matter whether the junior is slipping or doing it on purpose, he can't let the junior fall down like this, so he will go to the junior tomorrow to clarify.

……

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't expect that the offensive of money was so strong. The next morning, the scumbag got up early and waited downstairs in his dormitory!

He stopped at the entrance of the dormitory building, looked at the clean and noble scumbag not far away who was dressed in white casual sportswear, tall and handsome by the rough guys in Building No. [-], and secretly pinched himself.

It hurts!Not an illusion!it is true!

"Is that Meng Fusheng? Why did you come to the dormitory of our foreign language department freshmen?" Tian Daqi, who had communicated with Meng Fusheng, was puzzled.

Jiang Xiaofeng came back to his senses, greeted Tian Daqi, and walked towards Meng Fusheng—he was sure that Meng Fusheng was definitely after him (the money)!

So what if the true temperament is almost exposed, the power of money is omnipotent!Although he decided not to meet the scumbag for the time being, but the scumbag came to him on his own initiative, he would not be in vain!

"Senior!"

He walked up to Meng Fusheng with high spirits and asked, "Are you here to find me?"

Meng Fusheng noticed him when he came over, and at this moment, he met his star-like eyes at a close distance, paused before responding, and said: "Student, I saw the transfer of medical expenses, you sent the wrong one." amount."

"Huh? Is it?"

Jiang Xiaofeng pretended to lower his head to take out his phone, sneering and sneering three times in his heart—here he comes, first he pretended to treat money like dung, to deceive fools into trusting him, and then he conspired to swindle big money, the trick is really old-fashioned.

"Senior, you didn't make a mistake." He raised his head and smiled at Meng Fusheng, subtly showing his "good money" temperament, "I bled a lot on the day I was injured, it must have stained your clothes, the excess part is Pay for the clothes."

Compensation for clothes?

Meng Fusheng was a little taken aback.

So he misunderstood his junior because of his own affection?

He looked at his junior's open eyes, and suddenly felt that he was too much to speculate on his junior's thoughts at will. He took out his mobile phone and replied, "There is no need to pay for it. I was wearing college sportswear that day. If it gets dirty, it will get dirty."

College sportswear is distributed for free every year in University A, which is not worth much.

He transferred the extra part back to Jiang Xiaofeng, put away his phone and looked at him, sighing, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't refuse the money, he didn't really plan to give money to the scumbag, he took the money in a polite manner, and then hit the snake with the stick: "Then let me treat the senior to dinner I was invited by the senior yesterday, so I'm sorry." He ignored Meng Fusheng's apology.

Another appointment for dinner, the junior is really pursuing him seriously.

With a heavy heart, Meng Fusheng replied: "Okay, I have something to do at noon, let's have dinner together at night, I also have something to tell you."

Sure enough, everything is easy to talk about if you have money.

Jiang Xiaofeng nodded, and made an appointment to contact him again in the afternoon, saying goodbye to Meng Fusheng and dragging Tian Daqi, who was full of curiosity, away.

Meng Fusheng watched the two go away, nodded to Tian Daqi who was turning back, and turned and left by another road until he could no longer see anyone.

……

In class this day, Jiang Xiaofeng began to lose his mind again and again, taking out his mobile phone to poke and poke from time to time, his expression changing from time to time.

Tian Daqi and the others were terrified when they saw it, and mustered up the courage to say a few words of concern. When they learned that Jiang Xiaofeng was preparing for the dinner with Meng Fusheng at night, they were so frightened that two souls flew out of three.

Hao Qi: Meng Fusheng?

Tian Daqi: Is it Meng Fusheng?

Liu Yuanzhou: How could it be Meng Fusheng!

The three of them made eye contact for a while, couldn't sit still, and began to insinuate.

Jiang Xiaofeng still attaches great importance to these cute gang (dormitory) friends. Hearing their questions about Meng Fusheng, he answered a few pickily, hiding his old grievances with the scumbag and planning revenge on the scumbag.

Tian Daqi and others' expressions changed when they heard it, and soon Hao Qi, the gossip king in the dormitory, remembered something from Jiang Xiaofeng's few words - the post that said that a boy sent Meng Fusheng a love letter!

He hurriedly dug out the post, quickly scanned through the host's reply, stopped tremblingly on a certain line, and handed the phone to Tian Daqi and Liu Yuanzhou to read.

[The host Chenchen replied to the visitor's note: I'm not lying, the boy who handed the love letter is very eye-catching, he is dressed in forgiveness green, with curly hair, super cute! 】

Natural volume, forgive green...

Tian Daqi and Liu Yuanzhou's eyes darkened.

Jiang Xiaofeng didn't know anything about his roommate's imagination. He carefully listed out the next approach plan. After class in the afternoon, he went back to the dormitory and changed into clothes that a scumbag would like. the door.

The three roommates silently watched him leave, and the atmosphere was heavy.

"It's obvious." Hao Qi broke the silence.

Liu Yuanzhou was a little dazed: "Although Meng Fusheng is handsome, there is no better girl. The girl is soft and cute..."

Tian Daqi sighed: "Xiaofeng can do as long as he likes it, but that Meng Fusheng is not easy to chase after seeing it, and nine times out of ten he is straight, Xiaofeng is afraid that he will be sad."

Hao Qi and Liu Yuanzhou were silent again, and then Qiqi looked sad.

Ugh.

……

Jiang Xiaofeng chose a relatively expensive restaurant near the school to treat guests. In order to create a sense of privacy and ambiguity, he even reserved a private room.After finishing, he sent Meng Fusheng the restaurant address and box number, and then clicked on the chat box with Damao.

The chat record between the two still stayed at the sentence "falling into the toilet". Jiang Xiaofeng felt that the big cat was becoming more and more immoral, so he typed back: "I didn't fall into the toilet. I know the scumbag, he is."

The big cat replied to the message in seconds: You are effervescent, I thought you really fell into the toilet and drowned.

Big Cat: Are you sure?Do you want me to help?

Fengfeng: No need, the scumbag has already fallen into the pit I dug with money, abuse of him is just around the corner.

Fengfeng: The matter is already half done!

Big Cat: Why is money involved again?But your efficiency is really high[thumb][thumb][thumb]

After chatting with his friend, Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the time and found that it was the meeting time agreed with Meng Fusheng, but Meng Fusheng hadn't arrived yet, so he frowned and sent another message to Meng Fusheng.

No one responded to the news, Jiang Xiaofeng scolded the scumbag in his heart, and waited patiently.

Every scumbag with multi-line operation will automatically learn the skill of googugu. Jiang Xiaofeng has already prepared himself mentally, but he thought that the scumbag would wait for him to be completely hooked and scrape him hard before doing this. , but I didn't expect that as the years passed, the scumbag would become more and more unreliable, and he would be late only at the stage of hooking up.

Waiting and waiting, the minute hand has turned more than half a circle, but Meng Fusheng still didn't come.

The waiter came in and urged him several times, asking Jiang Xiaofeng if he wanted to order first.

With a sullen face, Jiang Xiaofeng ordered a few cold dishes casually.

The hour hand passed two numbers, Meng Fusheng hadn't come yet, Jiang Xiaofeng called the waiter to order two hot dishes, and began to fill his hungry stomach.

After eating, they waited again, but until the restaurant closed, Meng Fusheng did not come, nor did he reply on WeChat.

Jiang Xiaofeng felt that he was stupid. He could just use other weapons to be immune to darts. It was useless to try to pretend to be a trumpet to get close.He obviously came to take revenge on the scumbag, but now he is being played by the scumbag as a fool, and he has suffered a lot.

Maybe the scumbag saw through his vest as early as yesterday when he introduced himself, the scumbag had fleshed him out, maybe he still remembered his real name.

What a fuck.

He was extremely depressed, and he had the feeling of being cold and dazed when he just found out that the scumbag was lying to him.

And a little nauseous.

Near the closing time of the dormitory, there was no one on the road.

The weird rise in temperature a while ago has passed, it is early spring, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is huge. When Jiang Xiaofeng goes out, he wears thin clothes, and he will be blown by the wind, and his brain will be numb from the cold.

Scumbag!

He cursed again and sniffed, thinking he might have a cold.

The sound of slightly faster and slightly heavier footsteps suddenly came from behind, and then the shoulder was pressed, and a low-key light fruity fragrance mixed with rapid breathing rushed over.

"Apprentice."

Jiang Xiaofeng was blown away by the scent and heat, feeling as if he had been dragged from the bottom of the ice back to the world, and turned his head to look.

Meng Fusheng was still wearing the white casual clothes in the morning, his cheeks were red from the wind, his breathing was short, but his eyes were bright, and he said quickly: "Finally found you, sorry, my phone was stolen, and I forgot my WeChat account number." Password, I want to retrieve the account but the appeal has not been passed, and I don’t know your mobile phone number, so I can’t contact you. I went to your dormitory to find you, but unfortunately there is no one in your dormitory, and the people in the next few dormitories don’t have your WeChat and mobile phone Number……"

All in all, after finding out that his phone was lost, and he couldn't log in to WeChat and couldn't contact Jiang Xiaofeng, Meng Fusheng tried everything he could think of to contact Jiang Xiaofeng, but unfortunately they all failed.

In the end, he had no choice but to go to the restaurants outside the school to try his luck in a stupid way.

But the two of them didn't decide where to have dinner in the morning, they just said to keep in touch again, there are too many restaurants outside University A, Meng Fusheng almost gave up when he found it, and finally met Jiang Xiaofeng.

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