On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

Yan Baijing clearly understood what kind of person would make a man lose his patience completely.

He is not a person who is endless when he is hypocritical.

He brought the chicken chop rice in front of Song Yu, and bent his lips at Song Yu.

"Next week, the top three in the campus singer contest will have the opportunity to go to the recording studio to record a song. Have you thought about what to sing?"

Song Yu nodded, "Sing "Happy Birthday Song", a birthday present for you."

The sudden sentence made Yan Baijing stunned for an instant.

Seeing Yan Baijing's idiot-like expression, Song Yu pouted.

"What's your expression of eating shit?"

All relationships, real as if nothing happened.

Yes, this is Song Yu, the Song Yu who says everything, is simple and direct, swears, and doesn't worry about anything.

Yan Baijing's heart itch after being scolded by Song Yu.

"Didn't you sing on the day of the competition?"

Song Yu's mouth was full of chicken chop rice, and a whining sound came from his mouth.

Yan Baijing still heard clearly.

"I originally sang to you that day, but who the hell knew that it was Jiang Yang's birthday, and Jiang Yang was still angry with me for no reason today, it really feels like a fucking dog."

Song Yu didn't know how long he held back his grievance.

Yan Baijing just asked a question, and he told Yan Baijing all of it without reservation.

Yan Baijing stared at Song Yu's oily mouth, his lips were dry, and his voice seemed to swallow flames.

He swallowed, looked away, "Did you call her?"

Song Yu glanced at the phone.

"Knitting a knitting wool, I owe her to coax her all day long? If you love his mother, you can be arrogant and arrogant. I'm still arrogant."

After finishing speaking, I did not forget to follow up.

"Why do you think girls want to coax all day long?"

Yan Baijing listened to Song Yu's complaints, and the evil villain in his heart suppressed his laughter.

On the face, he said solemnly: "How do I know, I'm not a woman."

Song Yu curled her lips, "I thought girls like Jiang Yang wouldn't have the plot of a little girl."

Yan Baijing suddenly remembered that Song Yu had said that he liked the kind of queen, but Jiang Yang had the face of a queen at all, but his personality was a little princess.

Seeing Song Yu's whining and cute appearance, Yan Baijing was really scratching his heart.

Girls are born to be coaxed, so you stay with me, I absolutely don't need to be coaxed, I can still treat you like a little prince.

But of course Yan Baijing would not say these words in this newly reconciled situation.

What makes Yan Baijing even more secretly happy is that Jiang Yang is not the one who pretends to be passionate.

Fortunately, Jiang Yang threw himself on Song Yu that day. If Jiang Yang knew that Song Yu didn't sing her a happy birthday song at all, Jiang Yang would not be mad.

"Hey, what are you going to sing?"

Yan Baijing was stunned. Since Song Yu had asked this question, of course he would not sing songs that were full of hints.

"I don't know, help me choose, Adam's song is the best, we can still sing together."

Yan Baijing did not deny at all that he was really scheming.

How can a Jiang Yang who imposes negation on Song Yu's hobbies compare with himself who fully understands Song Yu's hobbies?

He still remembered what Jiang Yang once said to Song Yu.

"...Is this singer gay? Why do you like him?"

So Song Yu almost never showed his enthusiasm for Adam Lambert in front of Jiang Yang.

However, in front of him, there would be no such worries.

Sure enough, when Song Yu heard Adam's name, the light that burst out from his eyes was like dynamic light waves.

Hooked.

Yan Baijing felt a little proud.

If he didn't think of this a few days ago, it was entirely because he was exposed too suddenly and he lost his position.

After he sang on stage yesterday, he suddenly thought of a lot of things.

It is said that falling in love will make a woman's IQ zero.

In the end, he himself was not the same, and both merchants were about to lose.

"Dad wants to spray her in the face with "whattayawantforme" right now."

Translated into Chinese is, what do you want from me?

Although the lyrics don't quite meet Song Yu's requirements, the most impressive part of the whole song is the groaning line over and over again, whattayawantforme.

Sure enough, when he was angry, he didn't start singing depressed love songs like himself.

This is Song Yu...

Don't take anything to heart...

idiot.

However, I like it.

Yan Baijing smiled, "Okay, I like this song too."

Not long after, Jiang Yang took the initiative to call Song Yu.

It's like saying something like "I'm angry because I care about you." Song Yu didn't get angry anymore.

After hanging up the phone, Song Yu really couldn't understand life.

"You said... what are the girls thinking in their minds?"

Yan Baijing shook his head.

"I do not know."

Song Yu was confused, Jiang Yang was not unreasonable, he was not angry at all, and it was better to reconcile than quarrel.

But Yan Baijing was not confused at all.

This is what he wants.

Xiao Gongju, once the anger is over, he will still use excuses to find reasons for himself and find steps, saying that he only gets angry because he cares about the other party, but in fact it is all because of being slapped in the face.

What he wanted was for Song Yu to feel that Jiang Yang was baffled.

Although this is very immoral, he can really do the despicable thing of taking advantage of others' danger.

He's not stupid for ignoring a great opportunity and running over to reason with you.

Jiang Yang did this by himself. If Jiang Yang had even a little brain, Yan Baijing would not be so smooth.

Moreover, using a breakup to blackmail people...

This kind of emotional intelligence and means, probably just graduated from elementary school.

When he went to the recording studio that day, Jiang Yang followed him.

Jiang Yang also specially posted Song Yu's closeness, showing how close they are.

It made Song Yu feel uncomfortable all over.

Yan Baijing was right behind the two of them, watching Song Yu deliberately keep a distance.

Now he is certain.

Song Yu just likes Jiang Yang's face at all. Once he understands Jiang Yang's character, he really can't bear it.

There was a triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Jiang Yang looked at him provocatively, he just smiled faintly.

After all, Jiang Yang won't be able to laugh later.

It is indeed unfair to Jiang Yang that Yan Baijing did so.

But Yan Baijing is not a saint, he is not in the mood to make everyone who has nothing to do with him happy, and he doesn't need to please others.

The only person he wanted to please was Song Yu.

In Song Yu's words, it is——

Yan Baijing, you are so fucking willful.

Yan Baijing absolutely does not deny that he is willful.

In a sense, he is really quite capricious.

When Song Yu recorded the happy birthday song alone, Jiang Yang looked at Yan Baijing provocatively.

As if to say, look, Song Yuxin is here with me.

Yan Baijing just smiled without saying a word.

So when I was recording songs with Song Yu in the recording studio, I deliberately smiled brightly inside to stimulate Jiang Yang.

But Song Yu was completely unaware of the scheming duel between the two, and only thought that Yan Baijing's smile was really pretty.

So Song Yu sang very happily.

Jiang Yang was so angry that he just dumped his bag and ran away without seeing him at all.

Yan Baijing almost burst out laughing.

Girl, it seems that you haven't mastered your husband skills yet.

However, Jiang Yang, you keep a boyfriend like Song Yu who doesn't take you seriously at all, are you planning to go home for the New Year?

Thinking about it this way, Xiao Song Yu is really a scumbag.

What made Jiang Yang even more angry was yet to come.

When she knew that Song Yu gave Yan Baijing the happy birthday song recorded in the recording studio, her expression was almost distorted.

She questioned Song Yu.

"what do you mean!"

Song Yu was at a loss.

"what do you mean?"

As a result, Jiang Yang cried out.

If you don't love me, break up with me!

Song Yu had only a bewildered expression on his face.

Not far away, Yan Baijing, who pretended to be passing by, silently made a V sign in his heart.

But seeing the girl crying, Song Yu still softened his heart.

"Okay, don't cry, I'm sorry."

Song Yu remembered what Yan Baijing taught him.

"It's unreasonable for girls to quarrel, so don't reason with Jiang Yang. No matter how you quarrel, you must first admit your mistake."

As a result, as soon as Song Yu used this trick, Jiang Yang let out a "hum".

Song Yu remembered what Yan Baijing said again.

"When she ignores you after you apologize, it means that she is just trying to save face, but in fact she dislikes integrity."

So Song Yu said:

"Don't be angry, I'll take you to eat something delicious~"

Jiang Yang said awkwardly, "Where to eat?"

Song Yu really only had the words "Fuck" in capital letters in his mind.

In the end, Song Yu didn't understand what Jiang Yang was angry at all.

So when Song Yu told this matter to Yan Baijing with a face full of bewilderment, Yan Baijing's suffocated laughter almost didn't hurt him internally.

Seeing Yan Baijing's uncontrollably handsome expression, Song Yu frowned even deeper.

"No, what's so funny about it? Didn't you say you're not a girl? Why do you understand girls' thoughts so well? You're an encyclopedia of scumbags?"

Yan Baijing hooked the corners of his lips.

"After all... I am a student god, but you are not."

Song Yu couldn't help it.

"Fuck, the god of learning invented by your family can also learn from scumbag men's encyclopedias?"

Yan Baijing smiled,

"If you don't learn everything, how can you go out and pretend to be aggressive. Miss Song, read more books when you have time, don't be tricked by others, and you are still happy to help count the money."

Song Yu admits it.

"The world where you study gods is really scary."

"Otherwise, how can you take on the word of God?"

"What about your face?"

"Isn't it nice to be in front of you?"

"..."

Song Yu felt that Yan Baijing was a psychopath.

This semester has passed quickly.

At the end of the semester, the general election of the student union will also begin.

Everyone was displeased with Song Yu, the head of the etiquette department who was not well-known.

The reason is very simple, if you get to the senior sister, go through the back door.

Unexpectedly, Yan Baijing, who thought he would unanimously pass the selection by the secretary-general, got stuck with Jiang Yang.

But Jiang Yang's vote was irrelevant.

Yan Baijing still became the secretary-general.

Jiang Yang failed to be elected as the chairman in charge of the junior year, and the person who took over the management of the sophomore year was the former head of the Internet Information Department.

With the support of the head of the Ministry of Internet and Information Technology, Yan Baijing, the secretary-general, can be regarded as implemented.

It's not that Yan Baijing didn't hear other ministers' gossip about Song Yu. Jiang Yang didn't care about breaking the jar, but Yan Baijing couldn't let it go easily.

So on the first day of the meeting.

Yan Baijing was on the top seat, warning everyone in the most straightforward language.

"I'm going to put my ugly words here first. I don't want to see or hear any language that hurts my own people. The student union of our computer school is a family, and the activities of the student union in the next year will also be organized by this group of people. Done, so, I believe that all of you who have been elected as ministers know what to say."

After the meeting ended, Song Yu asked Yan Baijing, "...Aren't you afraid of offending them?"

Yan Baijing glanced at Song Yu, and curled his lips.

"Official officials crush people to death. At most, they will say in private that I am pretending to be coercive. If I face it, it will be a tear in the face. Who doesn't want to put some gold on their face?"

Song Yu was not happy after hearing this.

"Why do you say that the students are so utilitarian?"

Yan Baijing smiled, "When they have members next year, they won't pay attention to these unnecessary things."

Freshman.

That's it.

Both Yan Baijing and Song Yu didn't know that the sophomore year was a stage play that forced them to slowly push them from students to mature adults.