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

As soon as Luo Zifan hung up the phone, a news feed popped up on the Internet.

The new ancient style martial arts online game "Song Yu" will be tested in May next year...

He didn't see a lot of things that introduced the game below, but only saw a name.

Yan Baijing.

Chief planner, Yan Baijing.

Okay, this guy is so developed now that he doesn't even keep in touch with old friends, right?

When I get in touch with him, I will kick his ass off in minutes.

As a result, before this thought was finished, an unfamiliar phone number was displayed on the phone.

"Zifan."

Luo Zifan was taken aback by the familiar voice on the phone.

Ganqing is really evil here, so come here for whatever you want.

"You fucking know how to contact me?"

A chuckle came from the other end of the phone, "I've been busy since I returned to China. I didn't want to worry you. I have to do something to get results."

Luo Zifan was too lazy to play this official tune with Yan Baijing.

"Come on, since you called me, does it mean that you are going to drink with me again?"

Yan Baijing smiled.

"Come out, I'm downstairs at our house."

Luo Zifan thought that he would not be able to explain everything that happened recently on the phone, so he simply ran downstairs.

It was a good time to go downstairs, and Luo Zifan almost mistook him for a guy in formal attire who appeared downstairs.

"Oh shit, did I recognize the wrong person? Are you my son Yan Baijing or the president Yan Da?"

Yan Baijing took off the damn tie, "Just got off work, you are poor."

The two brothers walked shoulder to shoulder and went to have a meal.

After a few cups of reminiscing wine, Yan Baijing hesitated and asked Luo Zifan.

"Is he all right?"

After he asked this sentence, Luo Zifan almost picked up a mop from the shop and typed it.

"Ask me if he's okay? It's been a few years since you said how much you hurt him, but what happened? Just don't make a fucking phone call, and you don't know how to inquire?"

Yan Baijing frowned.

"What happened? Didn't I ask you to take care of him before I left?"

Luo Zifan rolled his eyes at him angrily, "You first explain to me what's going on with you and Hua Nanze? Mom told me that you brought Hua Nanze with you when you returned home this time? I was immediately confused."

Yan Baijing almost sprayed the noodles out of his nose.

"Nanze and I met when we were studying in Canada, nothing else."

Luo Zifan looked at Yan Baijing suspiciously.

"No more?"

Yan Baijing frowned, "What can there be? You haven't answered me yet, how is Song Yu doing?"

Seeing Luo Zifan's dignified expression, he sighed.

A not-so-good premonition surfaced in Yan Baijing's heart.

"Why the hell are you pretending to be deep with me? Say it quickly!"

Luo Zifan took a deep look at Yan Baijing.

"I think it's better to take you to see him in person."

Then I don’t forget to add, “Be mentally prepared.”

Yan Baijing's heart tightened, and he looked at Luo Zifan coldly.

"You promised me to take good care of him."

Luo Zifan moved his lips, but said nothing.

No one else can take care of him but you.

Yan Baijing drove very quickly, taking a shortcut to the hospital at the fastest speed according to the address Luo Zifan said.

But when Luo Zifan opened the door of that ward, there was no one in that ward.

Since Song Yu is not here, and he lost both jobs, there is only one place left...

Luo Zifan took Yan Baijing to the ward of the hospital where Song's mother was.

Luo Zifan poked his probe, looked in through the window on the door, and felt relieved.

Fortunately, Song Yu came to see her mother.

Song Yu was not so overwhelmed that he couldn't bear it, he still cared about his mother in his heart.

Luo Zifan turned his head, "Bai Jing, you stay outside for a while, I'm afraid Song Yu won't be able to bear it if you go in."

Although Yan Baijing was puzzled, he still nodded his head as a promise.

Luo Zifan opened the door and blocked Yan Baijing from the door. Yan Baijing could only see the back of Song Yu peeling apples for his mother from the window.

That body, which was as thin as a stick at first glance, made his heart ache.

What happened during his absence?

After he saw Luo Zifan go in, Song Yu stood up and exchanged pleasantries with Luo Zifan.

"Mom, this is Zifan, my friend."

Luo Zifan smiled at Song's mother.

"How is Mama Song?"

Song Ma gave Zifan a gentle smile, "It's been much better recently. My son didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"

Luo Zifan smiled, "No, we are friends, we should."

From Yan Baijing's angle of view, he could only see Song Yu's back. He poked his head, desperately trying to see the person's front.

Finally Song Yu turned around and saw his appearance as he wished.

But the moment he saw it, his heart seemed to be torn apart.

Song Yu's gaze was not as clear and firm as in memory, but a death-like mourning.

The smile on his face seemed to be forced out to show his mother.

The thorns all over his body are now carefully retracted into the bones, for fear of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing.

A person's recent situation can be felt in the aura emanating from the body.

Right now, he only felt that Song Yu's whole body was swaying, that he was about to collapse at any time.

During these years when he was not around, what exactly did Song Yu go through?

Yan Baijing's heart ached, he couldn't hold it back, opened the door and rushed in.

Song Yu followed the sound of the door opening, and the apple in his hand rolled directly to the ground.

The heart beat violently twice.

My mind was empty, and I forgot how to breathe for a moment.

His nostalgia remained in those once lazy and deep drooping eyes.

Song Yu opened and closed his mouth, unable to utter any words.

If it wasn't for Song's mother still watching, Yan Baijing might really be unable to control himself and rub Song Yu into his arms.

Yan Baijing didn't look at Song Yu again, turned to Song Ma, and asked with concern:

"Mother Song, are you okay?"

Combined with this situation, he can roughly guess the outline of what Song Yu has experienced in these years.

Yan Baijing brought the supplements in his hand to Song's mother, "Song's mother, I brought you some health supplements, you must take care of your body as soon as possible."

Mother Song had tears in her eyes, but tears of emotion.

"My family, Song Yu, has made friends with you two in this life. God has eyes..."

Yan Baijing felt very sad when he heard that.

He touched Mama Song's face, enduring the pain in his heart.

"Mother Song, didn't I say, I'm your second son, I'm late, I'm sorry."

Song's mother rubbed Yan Baijing's hand, "It's good if you want it, it's good if you want it."

Song Ma looked at Song Yu, but never took her eyes off Yan Baijing.

Song Ma smiled, "You three haven't met for a long time, right? Song Mama is fine now, you three good friends, hurry up and get together, but don't let me, an old woman, disturb your party."

It was Luo Zifan who came to his senses first, "Ah, yes, you two haven't eaten yet, hurry up and eat first, I'll watch over Song Mama first."

Yan Baijing suddenly realized: "Ah, okay, then Song Yu and I will go to eat first."

When Yan Baijing put his hand on Song Yu's shoulder naturally, he felt Song Yu tremble all over and froze in place.

Without saying a word, he took Song Yu's arm and walked out.

After walking out of the hospital, Yan Baijing didn't let go of Song Yu's arm, but he found that Song Yu didn't seem to want to break free.

His heart moved.

Try to slide your hand down.

Song Yu still didn't break free.

He held Song Yu's hand completely, and when Song Yu still couldn't break free, Yan Baijing was suddenly dumbfounded.

Brain is blank.

"Yan Baijing?"

He heard Song Yu call his name.

He turned his head and was greeted by the familiar 'Song Yuquan'.

Song Yu punched Yan Baijing in the face, "You fucking know how to come back!"

He saw the bloodshot eyes in Song Yu's eyes, and his heart ached.

He couldn't argue with a hundred words.

Fists rained down on him.

One punch and one word.

"You don't even tell me you're leaving, are you still human!!"

One punch.

"You fucking left me alone in school and kept me in the dark about my sexuality for two full years..."

One punch.

"Since you are leaving, why did you provoke me in the first place!!!"

One punch.

"What are you missing...I don't want to miss you!!!"

Song Yu shook off Yan Baijing's hand, pushed Yan Baijing to one side of the wall, clasped Yan Baijing's head with both hands, and found that Yan Baijing's mouth could not be reached, then punched Yan Baijing in the stomach, forcing Yan Baijing to bend slightly, and took the opportunity to gnaw Touched Yan Baijing's lips.

Biting his lips, as if she wanted to spread all the resentment she had suffered all these years on him alone.

If it wasn't for this person, he wouldn't be where he is today.

If it wasn't for this person, he would marry a woman he loves, have a baby with that woman, and have a happy family.

If it wasn't for this person, he wouldn't have spent the days when he should study the most, and ended up in the current situation where he couldn't move an inch.

But if it wasn't for this person, he might never understand that in this world, there is really a person who makes you love and hate.

Holding your heart, pulling your bones, pulling your soul, taking your soul.

make you feel...

You have a firm belief for him, and you must persist in living no matter what kind of adversity you have.

Just to meet him and tell him.

"Yan Baijing, I'm not finished with you."

After Song Yu finished speaking, he continued to bite Yan Baijing's lips.

Only then did Yan Baijing recover from his bewildered state.

He deepened the kiss without hesitation.

With both hands, he wrapped his arms around Song Yu's waist.

At the gate of the hospital, people come and go.

Feeling the heat from Song Yu's mouth, his whole body seemed to be ignited by fire.

The heart that had been quiet for so long seemed to burst out at this moment.

After letting go, he heard Song Yu choking his throat.

"I have nothing..."

Yan Baijing rubbed this skinny guy into his arms, which made him feel extremely distressed.

He touched the back of Song Yu's head with both hands.

"Fool."