【Steel Refining Flame Steel】How to make the person I like also like me

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>>【Help】How to make the person I like also like me? ?

For the first time, I have a guy who I really want to approach ==

He seems to be a person with a bad reputation... It was weird when we met for the first time, but I have never been so obsessed with someone.

For help.

There is no limit to the sea of ​​learning <male 17>

——Science creates the future, hard work produces true knowledge

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1Lmelon_Japanese painting in production

sofa!

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2L Ninth Avenue

sit on the bench~

LZ said it was the first time, could it be an innocent boy 23333

But the other party has a bad reputation? Σ(?д?;) Wow, although it's not very good to say that, there is always a reason for a bad reputation. Such a guy should not be able to be controlled by an innocent boy like the poster!Still don't have too many associations! ("▔▔▔)/

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3L jewel dish of the world

The upstairs is too arbitrary!Who has the final say on things like reputation!

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4L Hequan Evian

What kind of weird way to meet for the first time? ?

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It was supposed to be an extremely doge day.Edward's original plan was perfect, to finish a project in the group that was waiting to be shown the next day, and then go to a nearby bar with Lin to socialize.The ultimate purpose of the exhibition is to raise research funds from local tyrants in all directions to maintain this poor research institute.Naturally, everyone attaches great importance to this kind of matter that is closely related to money. Therefore, in order to protect the academic reputation while taking care of the extremely limited wisdom of the local tyrants, the big guys have been busy with a lot of brains, tossing for almost a month.However, at this critical juncture, a buddy in the laboratory who was in the same group as Edward was arrested by the police, and a retort filled with powder was found in his drawer.The drama of the picture is enough to be recorded in the annals of the institute, with sirens, batons and dogs all available, attracting crowds of other groups to watch.The group was stunned. Although they knew that the friend had a unique hobby of putting [beep——] sleeves upside down on test tubes to do pressure experiments, they never expected him to come to such a place. It can only be said that the pressure is too great , The organization lacks concern.

They are short of people, and each member of the team hangs their lives.Now that buddy's departure made the remaining comrades feel extremely dizzy, so they could only bite the bullet and work without panting.When Helin came out of the laboratory in the dark at nine o'clock in the evening, Ed felt that his eyes had built-in analyzers, and when he saw the small fountain arcs shot by cats, cats and dogs on the roadside towards the utility poles, he instinctively calculated Points come.When Edward entered the subway station, he took out his mobile phone camera and looked at himself. His face was as white as a ghost, his eyes were darkened, and his hair was scraggly. Isn't it true that he is recruiting female ghosts when he comes out for a friendship?

Just when Ed was retreating in his heart, an extremely shameless scene was born.Lin, who was also on the verge of death, picked up the call from Lianyi, and responded in Ed's unbelievably healthy voice that he would be there immediately, then hung up the phone and clasped his hands together to apologize to Ed, saying that he would leave first.

"I wipe! Are you kidding me!?"

"The other party is a little fresh meat from Seattle University. Such a good opportunity will pass this village and there will be no such shop. You should grit your teeth."

"Fart! Why don't you go!"

"I have a partner." After saying that, a rejuvenating smile of bathing in love appeared on his weak face.

Ed hadn't wanted to smoke that much in years.

Actually Ed went rather uninterestingly.When he arrived at the bar, it was almost 10 o'clock, and it was hard to say who was sober enough to notice the existence of Ed. Everyone blushed and yelled, and the elegant image of a gentleman and a lady in an institution of higher learning disappeared.Edward felt extremely lonely as the only sober person among a group of drunks, and he looked around and couldn't find any corners worthy of his tiredness to hook up with, so he drank a few glasses of orange juice in the corner and made a decision without much struggle. Wash your hands and leave first.But the unlucky things happened one after another. The moment Edward walked around the corridor for a long time and pushed open the door of the men's toilet, a strong sense of sight came from the dim light with overwhelming swear words.

A man and a woman are kissing passionately in a cramped space.Under the dim light of the men's toilet, the woman leaned against the door of a cubicle and stretched out her hand to hook the neck of the man in front of her; the man with his back to the door, soaked the woman's hair with one hand, and pressed the other's shoulder against the door with the other.Their hair was disheveled and their clothes were wrinkled. No matter how stupid Ed was, he couldn't imagine what kind of nasty things this pair of dogs and men had done in the cubicle a few minutes ago.From the looks of it, it was still an affectionate after-the-fact kiss.

This scene gave Edward a critical hit of about [-] points on the spot.

What kind of rhythm is this? Why do people all over the world show their affection in front of him?Ed's mind, already pale with exhaustion, is now mixed with calculus curves and fragmented swear words, and multiple languages ​​such as the native Idaho dialect, the French learned from Al, and the Chinese learned from Lin are all on the battlefield.And what kind of cancer is public play in public places? You are so poor. You can’t afford to open a room by the hour. If you can’t afford it, then I’ll rent the room next to me. Anyway, the original occupants of that room are not good dog.

Edward should have slammed the door out on the spot, but the woman just opened her eyes and saw herself.She widened her eyes all of a sudden, then shyly pushed away the man who pressed her against the door, blushed, and ran out of the toilet with her high-heeled shoes brushing against Ed's shoulder, leaving only a few minutes before she was deep with herself The friends who communicated with each other and the spectators who unfortunately witnessed the second half were in a desperate situation of embarrassment to death.

So should I wash my hands now or not?

The picture at this moment is like this: the dim men's room in the tavern, the black and white porcelain floor, the sink, the mirror, Edward standing dumbfounded at the door, leaning on the cubicle door, the aftermath man who seems to have not recovered.

Fuck I just wanted to wash my hands and go home to sleep now what the hell is that, Ed snarled.But after thinking about it, Ed suddenly felt that his entanglement didn't make much sense.To put it bluntly, they are a young couple. Although the choice of location is more important, there is nothing wrong with being intimate. Besides, he is a little jealous when he thinks about playing in public places... The point is that this has nothing to do with me. It's not his turn to be shy.How can I go in and solve it quickly? He is an embarrassing bystander.

Ed himself hadn't completely convinced himself not to be embarrassed, but the other party was a gentleman and open-minded.The man held his forehead with one hand, wiped his bangs silently, turned around and glanced at Ed lightly, and then went to the sink to wash his face.

Rub, is this the daily life of modern people?

Ed bit his lower lip and walked over, turned on the faucet and washed his hands with a splash, thinking that every time he encounters such a thing these days, the most uneasy self is the one who has nothing to do with him.He couldn't help squinting at the post-event man standing next to him. He leaned his head on the edge of the sink with his hands on his hands, and his long and thick eyelashes lined his slightly pale face, shining in the dim light.Ed watched, his lower lip had a tingling pain before he realized that he had clenched his teeth unconsciously.He hurried out.

He couldn't tell what it felt like.The guy was really just one of the many good-looking people Ed had ever met--though he was the best-looking of them all--but even so, it shouldn't be a big deal.And this guy is a hard afterthought who likes to play in public, and this guy has a female ticket.Ed had no idea what the difference was.

But different.

Edward walked out of the bar with somewhat complicated feelings.Without looking at his watch, he knew that the subway must be gone by now.The cold wind was blowing outside, and yesterday's heavy rain had formed hard ice on the puddles on the street. After driving a few cars on the empty street, they didn't dare to drive fast, being careful not to slip.

He was shivering in the cold wind, wrapped in his overcoat and scolded himself for being so stupid for not knowing. After booking a taxi in the bar for about 30 minutes, he finally reached out and stopped a taxi.Edward got into the car headlong, and although the smell of the heating blowing towards his face was not very pleasant, it was still enough to make Edward, who was tired and cold at the moment, sigh comfortably.He would be home soon, he thought about putting his hands in the pockets of his coat, that home that was still looking for a roommate, and that was a bit too big now.

However, this day is really doge day.

Really really doge day.

The car had just turned a corner at the intersection and ran into a drunk before even passing the intersection.

A sudden brake caused Ed to slam headfirst into the front seat, and the taxi couldn't even stop on the thin ice.

He hurriedly followed the driver and jumped out of the car, only to see the drunk man with a big bag sitting kneeling in the middle of the road, the blood from his forehead was horribly red between his extremely white finger bones.Ed's face turned blue with fright.

"It looks like he hit his head on the guardrail. You should be fine." The driver wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a look of rejoicing.

Thank you for your sister.

Ed helped the other party up in horror, and he was stunned before he could ask.

The one who beat Mai Karma, the man afterward.

Destined person.On a big night, on a freezing and windy night, on a street with only one bar lit, we met twice.

What a fate.Ed gritted his teeth, and the action of helping the other party showed no tenderness towards the wounded.Fortunately, the other party didn't mind at all, and obediently allowed himself to be dragged up, with his furry head weakly leaning against Ed's neck. God knows how much alcohol this guy had to drink in the short 30 minutes after the incident to be released at this moment. His head was bloody from hitting the guardrail, but he was still so calm. I don't know if his red eye sockets are the result of alcohol.

"Hey, hello! Are you okay?" Ed felt himself dizzy, did the other party seem to be okay? "I'll take you to the hospital."

The other party shook his head.

Shit, what the hell are you wayward.

Ed always took the drunkard's words for fart.It's cold, and it's late at night, so I just want to go back to sleep early.As soon as he tried his best to prop up the man who was two weeks older than himself, he anxiously asked the driver to take him to the nearby hospital.Unexpectedly, the man who didn't respond to being hit by a car and who had been resigning himself to fate from just now suddenly became rebellious when he heard the words, and pushed Ed away violently.The young man was suddenly staggered by his push, and he also leaned back, sat down on the ground with his luggage in his arms.

"If I can't rely on going to the hospital, what do you think?" Ed was not a good-looking dog in the first place, and now the last bit of goodwill for this person because of his good looks has completely disappeared.He was still grabbing the opponent's wrist with one hand, and rubbing the shoved shoulder angrily with the other. The strength of the alcoholic should not be underestimated.

He shook his head silently, the tip of his nose was red from the cold.

Perhaps it was because he had never looked down at a person sitting on the ground before, Ed was surprised to find that this big man who was 1.8 meters tall was so thin.

Although it is still a bun face.

It was something that went crazy in the night, something that Ed himself didn't know how to explain.But even if he didn't say it, that thing was still there, forcing Ed to be out of breath, and he could only keep asking himself what to do.

What do you mean?

He gritted his teeth, dragged the other party and the other party's luggage bag with all his strength, and forced the man after the incident into the narrow back seat of the taxi.Then he sat on the co-pilot himself, and shouted at the bewildered driver like anger and unwillingness bursting from his teeth.

"It's still the address I told you just now."

my home.

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>>【Help】How to make the person I like also like me? ?

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The sea of ​​learning is endless

RE: melon_ Japanese painting in progress

Not innocent boy ==

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The sea of ​​learning is endless

RE: Ninth Avenue

I said that I am not an innocent boy ==! !

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RE: Hequan Evian

Well... how should I put it.

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When the taxi stopped at the first traffic light, Ed had already clearly realized the evil thoughts behind his seemingly righteous actions.

Please, Edward is at the age of seventeen, who is as youthful and beautiful as a flower, with hormones running around and desires in his heart. He is helpless to be single all year round, and he has to be jealous of a couple of dogs and men on the street; There was a hole in the body, but anyway, the limbs are sound, the muscles are strong, and the most important thing is beauty, beauty and beauty.One of the two is harboring ulterior motives, while the other is slightly drunk, and soon they will be alone in the same room. When Ed thinks of this, he tosses and turns restlessly in the co-pilot, thinking that nothing will happen. Is it a bit unreasonable?

However, such a brain hole was quickly drowned out by the sound of vomiting in the back seat.When the car drove to the downstairs of the apartment, the driver held his nose and accepted the car cleaning fee from Ed with a dark face. He didn't even offer to help Edward carry the drunk man up to the fourth floor. The taxi drove away.Ed had no choice but to grit his teeth, carrying the man's heavy luggage on his shoulders, supporting his weakened waist with his hands, and dragged him to the elevator with difficulty.Ed struggled to reach out to press the elevator button and slapped himself inwardly, thinking why the hell did I make myself suffer like this! ?Thinking of this, he glared angrily at the man leaning on his shoulder at the moment. The man hung his head like a dead fish, and the hot breath he exhaled hit Ed's neck, but there was an unknown sweet smell of alcohol.

Heart itching.

But still angry.

With great effort, Ed finally dragged the man after the incident into the house.But as soon as he closed the door, he regretted it. Thinking that the guy who had just vomited a load would turn his face and vomit again, Ed threw him into the bathroom before he could take off his loafers. .Oh bumps and throwing up, horrors are better in the bathroom than on the living room floor.By the time Ed hurriedly closed the door from the outside and leaned against the door, he was completely awake from the day's weariness.He took a deep breath and looked down at his watch, 00:31.The original plan was tomorrow... no, today I have to get up at 7 o'clock and rush to the venue, just like the original plan that today I should be able to spend a good night with fresh meat from Xixi.And now it's midnight, I haven't taken a shower, I smell like laboratory potions, and there's a dying drunk occupying the bathroom waiting for me to clean up.

Ouch I go.

How to respond to a broken-headed alcoholic?No matter how Ed thinks about this kind of thing, he feels that it should not fall on the head of a person like himself who would mistake the order of pouring water and adding ingredients when soaking noodles, but he can't let him at this moment.He frowned and rubbed his face to regain his energy, then rubbed his hands to turn on the heater, took off his frozen boots and socks, ran to the TV cabinet with bare feet, squatted down and fell over.Gauze, all right.Chlortetracycline eye ointment?It should work, right?hangover pills.It seems that the expiration date has passed, so it shouldn't matter, anyway, there is no grass growing in the bottle.painkiller?Uh, treating fever, neuralgia, pain...dysmenorrhea?Forget it, you won’t die anyway.

When Ed opened the door of the bathroom again holding a pile of what was there, the picture in the room was not as bad as he expected.There are no shocking scenes such as vomit splashing. On the contrary, the man seems to have already cleaned out everything that should and should not be taken out of his stomach after the incident.He just sat on the tiled floor holding the toilet and retched uncomfortably for a while, then leaned on the side exhausted.Holding the medicine, Ed lifted his legs and kicked the other party's luggage bag to the door, and turned back to the bathroom. He leaned his head on the tiles, closed his eyes, frowned slightly, his hair was messy, and his white neck was exposed. Lashes are moist.Ed swallowed.

Edward crouched beside the man, the gauze rolled away from his feet.He raised his eyes, "Hey, are you okay?"

It feels like another piece of bullshit.The boy silently bit his lip.

How could it be okay?

The wound on his forehead was still oozing blood, his face was pale after vomiting, and the other party just sat on the ground tiredly.It took a long time for him to open his eyes slightly, and his eyes behind the thick eyelashes wandered around for a long time without even focusing on Ed.

That's when Ed heard for the first time the voice of the man he had met so legendaryly twice on this windy and icy night.Low, very pleasant to hear.

He said, very tired.

I felt an unspeakable sadness in my heart.

"Sit still and I'll get you a glass of water," Ed said.

Fortunately, it's really just a flesh wound, otherwise I really don't know what to do.Ed wiped off the blood, roughly covered the other person's forehead, and then hurriedly ended the medical work. He looked up to see the fruits of his labor, but he had to feel that he had really wrapped the other person's head into a bird's nest.Fortunately, after the incident, Mr. was sore, tired and drunk at the moment and didn't have the energy to get angry with him because of his plummeting three percentage points of appearance at the moment. To be honest, it made it difficult for Ed to associate him with the man who gave him a cool and evil look in the toilet afterward.Ed even felt that the other party's wobbly body would not be able to hold the water he swallowed if he was not paying attention, and that his own voice would accidentally break him.He asked, "Are you really not going to the hospital?"

The other party sipped the cup and nodded.

Ed's rare humanitarian spirit was immediately overwhelmed by a wave of restlessness.

"Then I'll call your friend to pick you up." Ed held back the hangover pills and chose plan B.

He neither immediately denies nor immediately affirms Option B.So Ed squatted aside patiently, watching him take the medicine and drank it down his neck. After thinking about it, he stuffed it with the dysmenorrhea medicine.The other party ate it without looking at it.Wow, so easy to cheat.

"Where's the phone?" Ed asked next.

The man put down his glass, turned his face, and cast his gaze on Ed for the first time tonight.Edward felt that the blood froze in an instant, and then boiled rapidly to his hot cheeks and his slightly tingling heart at the moment.

Soft, matted black hair, thick eyelashes.My god, I didn't know black eyes could be so pretty.The air pressure was wrong, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had involuntarily held his breath at some point.

It shouldn't be too much to take the opportunity to see the other party clearly, even if he doesn't even know the other party's name.At this moment, the time and place are favorable, and Edward Elric felt that this was the first time in his short and not very happy life that he touched something, like a gear that had been running alone for many years suddenly fit into a gap, and A certain year in the past, they met by coincidence, and everything has a perfect angle and an impeccable reason.

Only lack of enough time.

The opponent quickly lowered his head.

Ed watched him reach out and rub his bangs, frowned and leaned his head against the wall. After a long time, he felt that his feet were a little numb, but the other party remained motionless.

Damn, he had an epiphany.The damned guy fell asleep.

Immediately burst into flames.

What the hell did I touch just now?Ed glared at the guy with snot bubbles in front of him, feeling that he was so touched just now that it was incredible.There is someone who can sleep in a stranger's house with the cheek to believe it or not.

In a rage, Ed got up and really wanted to call the police.But when he got to the coffee table, Ed couldn't help but look back at the other party.The guy was huddled against the bathroom, the duffel bag kicked aside, looking the same as it had been thrown on the cold road a few hours ago, maybe he was a stranger.

After struggling for a long time, Ed finally dragged the quilt out and covered the other party.If it is dirty, it will be dirty, and it will be fine if you don't wash it later.

As soon as he touched the quilt, the sleepiness that had been lurking for a long time suddenly overwhelmed the sky, and it was overwhelming and irresistible.Ed didn't want to continue to struggle with his instincts, so he dragged out his quilt in a daze without thinking much, fell headlong on the sofa in the living room, and fell asleep in a daze, without taking time to take a look.

Maybe it was because he was so tired and slept so deeply that Ed's first memory of waking up was blurred.He was buried in the soft sofa cushions and was gently shaken awake. The rendered lights and the way the other party looked down on him seemed to be submerged in the bottom of the water where dreams and reality bordered. The boy didn't even remember opening his eyes.He couldn't see or hear clearly, he only felt a warm palm around his bangs, and heard a voice softly gliding past his ears.It's not the first time I've heard it, it's low and strangely pleasant.

"I'll go first, thank you last night."

The mobile phone on the coffee table shows the time as 03:52, Ed closes his eyes again and falls back into a dim dreamland, leaving a hole that bloomed for unknown reasons and wanders in the low sky without seeing anything.

Why do you wake up at this time?

TBC