Swollen slag, he is so cute

"Don't you realize that Boss..." wants to pick on you?

"?"

Facing Hollander's blank gaze, Yang Lin was speechless for a while, and changed the subject with a suppressed smile: "Forget it, Hollander, do you have any special feelings now?"

"A special feeling?"

"That is, do you feel sleepy and want to sleep, or feel hot and uncomfortable all over, and are... hungry and thirsty?"

"No." Holland shook his head affirmatively: "What the hell did I eat just now?"

"Uh..." Facing those curious blue eyes, Yang Lin inexplicably felt guilty for causing harm to the children. After thinking about it, he explained with some difficulty: "It's a kind of food that can affect people's emotions after eating." drug."

"That's it." Holland nodded slightly, remembering in his heart: "I'm fine, the medicines here should be of no use to me."

"Pfft, here we are? Could it be that the people there are different?" Yang Lin laughed: "Student, your imagination is really rich." It's just that the Chinese is really bad.

Yang Lin already took all the incomprehensible words from Hollander's mouth as a problem with the way of expression.

When Yang Lin sent him back to school, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, and he put Hollander downstairs to say hello to the dormitory supervisor, and then let him in.

Holland went upstairs and lightly knocked on the door of the dormitory next door, but no one answered after waiting for a while.

It seemed that Liu Qingtian had already fallen asleep.

I had no choice but to go back to the room, sit and stare blankly for a while, suddenly remembered something, took out a pen and paper from the suitcase, thought for a while, and sat at the desk to write down slowly.

"Lilian:

I think when you received this letter, my mother had already told you that I ran away from home. Don’t worry too much. I have successfully blended into the human ‘society’. It's safe, don't come looking for me, please tell mother that I'm safe.

—your brother. "

After folding the letter paper and putting it in a black envelope, Holland bit his finger and dripped blood on the seal of the letter paper.

Then the wound healed in a blink of an eye.

Standing up and opening the window, a black shadow flew in from the outside and hung on the window frame. It was a small bat. It looked like the kind that just grew fur at birth. It was chubby and chubby. A thin layer of fluff, the whole body is pitch black, but the claws are white, and at first glance it looks like they are inlaid with silver borders.

"Little Bu, bring it to Lilian."

The little bat uttered a soft cry, flew down and bit the corner of the envelope, flapped its wings and turned into a bolt of lightning, rushed into the night and disappeared.

It was only after 2 o'clock after finishing all these, and the vampire's nightlife had just begun.

Turning on the computer and playing the game, the time immediately became faster. By the time he felt sleepy, the sky was already completely bright.

Stretching, while considering whether to eat or fall down to sleep, there was a knock on the door.

Opening the door, outside the door is Liu Qingtian next door, looking at Hollander as if looking at a strange flower.

"Holland, it's true that you haven't been to class since the beginning of school, have you? Also, where did you go last night? I've been waiting for you for a long time and haven't come back."

At first, I thought that "specializing in evening self-study" was a joke, until Liu Qingtian received a notice from the head of the department.

"Why didn't you write your mobile phone number on your contact information? The department head couldn't find you, so he found out that I lived next to you. When I called, I was so scared that I was still nervous for a long time, but finally asked me to notify you to go to his office .”

Speaking of this, Liu Qingtian actually had a little admiration in his eyes: "You are really amazing. You were targeted by the department head for skipping classes only three days after the start of school? I always have the heart but not the guts."

"I see, thank you, where is the head of the department?"

"It's in her office, on the third floor."

Looking at Hollander's face with big characters of "don't care", Liu Qingtian told him solemnly: "If you go in with such a stinky face, you will definitely be scolded and fired."

"?"

"Brother, don't you know how to pretend?"

"Pack?"

"Have you never lied or pretended to be pitiful since you were a child?"

"...It seems not." Holland answered him after thinking very seriously.

In fact, he is not good at communicating with people at all. From a certain point of view, he and Liu Qingtian should have a lot in common because they are nerds.

Since he was a child, he liked to lock himself in the study and read books, and occasionally went downstairs to water the flowers, so let alone outsiders, he rarely communicated with his family members.

Because in the eyes of many vampires, he is a heretic.

In the last century, heretics were burned.

The reason why their family moved out of the vampire gathering place was also because of this.

was excluded.

"Well then, you go to the office later, apologize directly, be more sincere, and then make up a very, very serious reason, such as... you are sick, or something happened to your family... ah bah , Forget about this, it’s not good to curse family members, anyway, think of a reason for yourself, don’t look so indifferent, vivid image understand?”

After talking for a long time, seeing Hollander's blank expression, Liu Qingtian felt that he had lost completely, and he was really not at ease. He personally led Hollander to the door of the office and emphasized the point of apology again.

Holland nodded and went in, but came out 5 minutes later.

"How is it?" Liu Qingtian asked nervously.

"The teacher said that I can often ask for leave if I feel unwell, but I can't skip class. I'm not an example."

"Wow, how did you do it?" As a freshman, Liu Qingtian didn't live in such a fog like Hollander. Before entering the school, he checked the school's gossip and learned that the dean of their department was The toughest.

"I'll just do what you said and say I'm sick."

"What disease?"

"cold."

"That's it?" Liu Qingtian was dumbfounded.

"that's it."

Watching Hollander blink, Liu Qingtian finally understood what it means to be good-looking and really be able to do whatever he wants.

"Brother, are you going to have breakfast?"

"Well, I'm not hungry, let's accompany you."

The two sat down in the cafeteria, watching Liu Qingtian enjoying the steamed stuffed bun, looking in a good mood, Holland decided to strike while the iron was hot.

"Liu Qingtian, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Can I live with you?"

"Huh?! Why?" This sentence made Liu Qingtian almost choke on the steamed stuffed bun, and it took him a long time to catch his breath.

As he spoke, he touched his face, wondering if he had become handsome?

"I want you to wake me up when you wake up."

"Don't you have an alarm clock?"

"Yes, but I can't wake up unless someone shakes me violently or hits me."

"Could it be that you have been sleeping for the past few days when you skipped class?"

"Yes."

The affirmative answer brought Liu Qingtian a dumbfounded expression. He thought for a while and replied, "It's fine to call you, but where do you sleep in such a small bed in the single dormitory?"

"I can sleep on the floor."

"..."

"I sleep peacefully."

"..."

"Please."

At this moment, Liu Qingtian finally understood why the head of the department would let him go so easily. With this face and sincere eyes, he nodded without even thinking about it.

After dinner, under the guidance of Liu Qingtian, Holland copied a class schedule from the Internet, and the beautiful and complicated English with lace characters successfully bluffed Liu Qingtian.

"Your handwriting looks like the one in the movie. It's too b-style. If I want to chase girls someday, you can write a love letter for me!"

Holland nodded wearily. In fact, he was already too sleepy, and his eyelids were fighting crazily.

The tragic thing is that he happened to have a class in the afternoon, so he agreed to the department head not to be an example. Naturally, he couldn't break his promise so soon.

So he floated into the classroom with blurred eyes, sat down in the back row and fell unconscious.

What he didn't notice was that the moment he entered the door, the entire classroom was silent, and everyone was full of curiosity about this guy who was on Z's Weibo hot spot on the first day of school and then disappeared like a disappearance. .

Now I appeared in front of them, and then... slumped down and fell asleep.

He didn't know how long it had passed, but Holland was woken up by a hand. He opened his hazy eyes and found that everyone was looking at him and the teacher on the podium.

"I'm calling your name!" A girl sitting in front of him reminded kindly.

"..." Holland stood up with a dazed face, blinking blue eyes full of innocence.

The female teacher on the podium felt a knowing blow. She lowered her head and ticked off the names on the list, and coughed lightly: "Forget it, sit down and go to bed early at night."

"Thank you teacher." Lowering his head slightly, Holland thanked him sincerely.

From the bottom of his heart, he felt that human beings are really friendly creatures.

Whether it was Gu Jingye who gave him the computer, or Liu Qingtian who taught him how to play games, they were all friendly.

Apparently Holland didn't know how attractive his face was.

Exhausting all the strength in my body to survive this class soberly, I floated towards the dormitory like a wandering ghost, but before I got there, I was stopped by a familiar voice on the way.

"Hi, Holland."

Holland had no energy to pay attention to the owner of the voice, he just wanted to go back and fall on the bed, but the voice still reached out and grabbed him.

"what happened to you?"

Holland opened his mouth and stood there for a while, his blue eyes slowly regained their focus. Only then did he see clearly. The owner of the voice was Gu Jingye. The handsome young man was looking at him worriedly. Asked with concern: "Is there something wrong with you?"

"I'm not uncomfortable..." His fingers wanted to push him away and continue to move forward, but his outstretched hand lost strength only halfway, and his whole body fell forward, and then stuck to Gu Jingye's chest: "I just I really want to sleep..."

After uttering the last word, Holland's body began to slide down.

Gu Jingye quickly caught him.

"Holland? Holland? What's wrong with you?" He shouted a few times, but the little sheep didn't respond.

What's the matter with this guy? Gu Jingye stared at the peaceful sleeping face in his arms, and greedily licked his tongue.

Does this count as being delivered to your door?

Sensing the eyes of passers-by around him, he directly carried the little sheep into the parking lot, threw it into the car and closed the door.

The author has something to say: parking lot play (crossed out)