a delicate flower

The anonymous vest incident in the community button group, although Ai Lang started prohibiting anonymous chatting.But Ailang knew in his heart that the freshmen's prejudice against Zhuang Lin was like a snowball. Even though the sun was shining on the surface and the ice and snow melted, the melted snow had already quietly seeped into the ground, and became an inseparable one.

Although Ailang was angry, he was helpless, but subconsciously felt "owed" to Zhuang Lin.After all, Ai Lang recruited the previous farce of "I didn't participate in the interview and directly airborne the ceremony department", and the latter "Zhuang Lin helped Ma Pian shoot a short film in exchange for Ma Pian's treatment for helping to take pictures" was also arranged by Ai Lang However, Zhuang Lin was a rabbit that bumped into a stake, and was implicated again and again.

The anger in Ai Lang's heart was burnt into a pinch of cold ashes, and his rebellious psychology was also stimulated - the more outsiders crowded out Zhuang Lin, the more prejudiced and malicious they were, the more Ai Lang tried his best to treat Zhuang Lin better a little.

Wednesday.

Xing Lu and Cao Huaide sorted out the electronic model cards of the freshmen, invited Ai Lang to the activity room, and discussed together how to allocate the five male and female FDZG auto show places in their hands.

Ai Lang flipped through the photos on the tablet absently, and didn't give Cao Huaide a reply for a long time. Xing Lu gave Ai Lang a silent look, and just in time to break the embarrassment, said: "Just send the model card over there to choose, When do we have the right to speak?"

Cao Huaide said: "The general process is indeed determined by the other party, but since the quota has already been confirmed once, the ten quotas were added later, and the other party said that it is good for me to decide."

Cao Huaide has cooperated with the partner many times. At this time, the appropriate relaxation of the requirements can just show mutual trust and sincerity, and the other party can be regarded as selling his personal affection and buying a good impression.

Cao Huaide said: "These ten quotas are originally reserved for rewards. If the right to speak is still on Party A's side, it will not be a reward. I think we can use it to reward active participation. For club activities and training, of course, the appearance conditions must also meet the requirements of the partner."

Ailan held his chin, raised his head and said decisively: "The three of us share the recommendation quota, right? Then I recommend Zhuang Lin."

"Cough cough..."

Ailang's answer was obviously in Xing Lu's expectation. She wanted to say the name "Zhuang Lin" before Ailang, just to make Ailang avoid suspicion. Her first object, but she would not naively think that Ai Lang really put her first among girlfriends.

There is an idiom called "bear the brunt", and another noun called "shield".

But Xing Luguang has this intention but not the speed of speech. Who knows that Ai Lang spoke so simply, the word "Zhuang Lin" finally got stuck in her throat, choking into a cough.

At this moment, Cao Huaide, who was sitting opposite Ai Lang, said, "Except for Zhuang Lin."

Hearing this, Ai Lang frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Cao Huaide looked directly at Ai Lang with angry eyes, and explained indifferently: "The recommendation quota is determined by the three of us, but, except for Zhuang Lin. Zhuang Lin is not included in the list I am going to recommend."

Cao Huai's speech was smooth and clear, and the anger stored in Ai Lang's eyes also heated up and boiled with his words word by word, and it was about to flood in an instant.

Cao Huaide remained calm, with a cold and mean face, and said to Ai Lang: "Zhuang Lin has provoked too much criticism recently, if you name him now, wouldn't it be fueling the fire and causing public anger?" ?and--"

Cao Huaide took a look at Ai Lang's sullen face, which turned brighter and brighter, and continued: "And I've checked, and it's a fact that Zhuang Lin didn't take part in the initial recruitment test."

Cao Huaide's eyes froze, he stared straight at Ai Lang's eyes, and watched those thin lips pursed into a straight line of anger.

"..."

Xing Lu looked at Cao Huaide on the left, Ai Lang on the right, then turned her face to the left, squinting her eyes and smiling with the corners of her mouth twitching slightly: "Cao Huaide, actually I think... there is no need to deal with rumors, aside from other messes Not to mention the rumors, just for today's quota, with Zhuang Lin's appearance conditions, everyone can see it. Think about it, if these twenty or so model cards are directly sent to the partner now, Zhuang Lin will definitely be in the office. on the selected list."

Cao Huaide said without changing his face: "I have already said that these ten places are reserved as rewards, not only the appearance conditions are considered, if the places are reserved for Zhuang Lin only because of the appearance conditions, That's even more unfair to others."

Cao Huaide didn't mean to change his mind at all, and Ai Lang next to him smiled slightly: "I pulled Zhuang Lin over, and I also stuffed in his list for the first test, and he didn't crowd out anyone, and he passed the retest by himself." Yes, how is this unfair and unjust, and even have to accept punishment?"

The initial test was just a rough selection to sift out big stones with a big dustpan. The selection was purely based on face, and there was no reference value at all.

Cao Huaide turned his gaze to Ai Lang again, and said in a deep voice: "The rumors about Zhuang Lin's airborne ceremony model department have not subsided, and there is news that you helped Zhuang Lin find a shooting team, and even I have to suspect that you are biased Zhuang Lin, what do you make others think?"

As a result, Cao Huaide heard Ai Lang say: "Yes, I just prefer him, don't you just see it?"

Cao Huaide was stunned for a moment, then he pursed his thin lips and stared at Ai Lang without saying a word.

He didn't just see it, but he was trying to deceive himself.In front of the freshmen in the department, Ai Lang plausibly said that it was Zhuang Lin's own ability for Zhuang Lin to find Ma Pian to help with the filming. However, it was Ai Lang who set up the line for Zhuang Lin to help Ma Pian shoot the short film, and it was Ai Lang who helped Ma Pian take photos for Zhuang Lin. Ronty's request...

Cao Huaide knew all of this.

The activity room fell into silence for a while, until it was broken by the sound of chair feet rubbing against the floor.

"babble--"

There was a sound of scratching and pulling, and I saw Ailang push away the chair, stood up, and said with a smile on his face: "The person I recommended won't be pushed, so why do you ask me to come over, and cooperate with you to call 666 to applaud you? Just make up your mind." , I still have something to do, so I'll go first."

Ellen left the activity room straight away.

……

The partner was contacted by Cao Huaide, and he was also responsible for the handover work throughout the process. The decision-making power was in his hands alone. Even if Ailang's words were thorny and he left the venue halfway, he still couldn't shake his decision.

In the end, Zhuang Lin's quota did not apply.

When Xing Lu found Ai Lang, he was flirting with the bartender in Ji Liao's water bar, and the routine of striking up a conversation came as soon as he opened his mouth. Although every sentence was trash talk, Ai Lang wore a self-contained beauty filter Her face, more beautiful than the rose flowers just placed in the vase, made the bartender who is not straightforward, even the cocktail he mixed was a few degrees higher.

Xing Lu sat on the chair next to Ai Lang, and took a sip of Ai Lang's wine naturally.

Xing Lu: "How about drinking to calm down?"

AI Lang glanced at Xing Lu.

He came here aggressively just now, "Qi" means angry gas, but Ji Liao was not in the store. As a last resort, after all, he can't lose his temper with outsiders, so Ailang suppressed his anger and teased the bartender to have fun .

Xing Lu swung the wine glass, and the purple lights from the interior of the store streamed down vaguely, fell into her glass, and shook with the wine.

She held her face sideways, looked at Ai Lang, and asked gloatingly: "How do you feel? This is probably the first time that Cao Huaide has not been obedient to you. He will respond to your requests, right?"

Ai Lang gave her a perfunctory smile, raised his index finger and shook it, squinted his eyes, and smiled: "No."

Xing Lu showed doubts: "Huh?"

Ailang's smile deepened, and his middle finger was raised along with his index finger: "This should be counted as the second time."

"Ok??"

Xing Lu's gossip soul was burning instantly, her eyes were shining brightly, and she clasped Ai Lang's arm and asked: "Me! Fuck! Little angel of the bright moon, please share with me what happened the first time~"

AI Lang pinched the tip of Xing Lu's nose affectionately, and said with a smile, "Want to know?"

"miss you!"

"But I don't really want to tell you."

Xing Lu knew Ai Lang too well, so she was not overly annoyed by the answer, but just dragged Ai Lang to stalk him, vowing not to give up.

After a long while, Xing Lu's curiosity about Ai Lang and Cao Huaide's "first time" has been worn out by herself. She lay on her arm and looked at Ai Lang from the strange angle below, but still I find this man pleasing to the eye.

After a lot of envy and jealousy, Xing Lu thought of the unclear relationship between Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin and the rumors and rumors haunting Zhuang Lin, and sighed secretly that the ancestors must have sacrificed their lives to test the truth one by one. Only in this way can we leave a famous aphorism for future generations.

No, the words "beautiful beauty and troublesome water" are right in front of her.It just so happens that Ai Lang really has a soft spot for red, which shows that he has not been wronged.

Xing Lu hesitated in her heart. When she heard the rumors about Zhuang Lin airborne from the club that day, she didn't tell Ai Lang the whole story.

Xing Lu looked at him steadily and said, "Actually that day..."

Xing Lu overheard the night when several freshmen gathered to diss Zhuang Lin, besides Fang Chaotian and the other two girls, there was also Cao Huaide, but Cao Huaide was stopped.

Xing Lu heard that a girl asked Cao Huaide about Zhuang Lin, and she didn't seem to see Zhuang Lin in the first test.Cao Huaide nodded and said, "He didn't come for the initial interview," but at the end, Cao Huaide added: "Maybe I didn't notice it at the time, but I saw him coming during the re-examination."

Xing Lu put away her unscrupulous attitude, and said to Ai Lang seriously: "Although the love rival is very jealous when we meet, judging from Cao Huaide's reaction today, he does have a lot of hostility towards Zhuang Lin, but I think Well, at least Zhuang Lin's repeated rumors are not related to Cao Huaide's business."

Hearing this, Ai Lang said with a smile: "I know, although I have no interest in Cao Huaide, it is undeniable that he is good."

Xing Lu sighed and said: "This is a good guy who got stuck, Cao Huaide is really pitiful..."

Ailang held his face with one hand, tapped his fingers on the table, and said with a smile: "By the way, you are hiding it and only telling it now. Do I have reason to suspect that you are interested in Cao Huaide?"

Xing Lu instantly looked disgusted: "What kind of bullshit logic are you talking about?"

Xing Lu was so disgusted that she forgot that she was pitying Cao Huaide just a second ago.

Ai Lang rubbed his chin and said nonsense: "It's very simple, because you are worried that I will have a good impression of Cao Huaide knowing that he is cold outside and hot inside, and then the two will be happy, and you will have no chance at all—"

Xing Lu covered Ai Lang's mouth violently, and said disgustedly: "Come on, shut up, I get goosebumps just listening to it, you are too disgusting!"

Ellen smiled at her heartlessly, lowered his eyes, peeled off a piece of bubble gum and threw it into his mouth, blowing a bubble with ease.

Ai Lang just thought of Cao Huaide in his freshman year, but before he had time to feel nostalgic, he replaced Zhuang Lin's face in his mind--when he thought of Cao Huaide now, he would think of Zhuang Lin being eliminated from the quota In addition, it was replaced by Zhuang Lin's shy and expectant face when he told him that night that he wanted to earn some pocket money and saved it up to take him on a trip. Ai Lang felt like he was not able to go to the auto show just thinking of telling Zhuang Lin that he couldn't go to the auto show. So cruel, he even cursed Cao Huaide a few more times.

However, cruelty is cruelty, and Ailang had to tell Zhuang Lin before Cao Huaide announced the list, lest Zhuang Lin go to check the list with expectations and find that hope was in vain.

It just so happened that Zhuang Lin made an appointment with the tutor for after-class guidance that day, and even the dinner was eaten in the teaching building by a few people in the group, so he was too busy to take time off.

Ai Lang was on his way back to the apartment when he was talking to Zhuang Lin. He habitually sat in the back seat of the car and heard Zhuang Lin say: "Send me a WeChat message when the senior returns to the apartment...or you can also send me Make a call."

Ai Lang looked at the receding tree outside the window and said, "I'm going to the apartment if we talk any more."

There was a smile in Ai Lang's voice.

Zhuang Lin: "Ah, let's do this first..."

Zhuang Lin waited for Ai Lang to hang up the call, and then he heard Ai Lang hesitate: "That's right..."

Zhuang Lin: "Huh?"

Ai Lang: "The part-time job at the auto show I mentioned to you last time, I just remembered to sign up for you today, but the quota is already full, sorry..."

Ai Lang bit his lip, thinking about it, and finally made up such a lie, but Zhuang Lin comforted him gently: "Senior, you don't need to apologize to me, it's okay, it's really okay. It's just... the senior should get it then Let's go to the car show, can I go with the senior?"

Ellen responded quickly: "Yes!"

Ai Lang promised absolutely, and then firmly promised: "If it's not possible, then I won't go either."

Zhuang Lin said with a smile in his voice, "That's good."

Ailang's ears automatically complete the three characters of Zhuang Lin, and the three characters instantly become twelve characters - as long as he can be with the senior, that's fine.

Hearing Zhuang Linci's gentle voice, Ai Lang clenched his fist to his lips, coughed lightly, and confessed for the bad idea that suddenly popped up in his mind - he suddenly thought that Zhuang Lin was collectively excluded by the freshmen in the club It's not a bad thing at all, at least everyone else stays away from Zhuang Lin actively or passively, so no one knows how good Zhuang Lin is.

Wanting to hide Zhuang Lin - this extreme idea has taken root in Ai Lang's heart for some time.

When AI Lang returned to the apartment, he didn't want to disturb Zhuang Lin, nor did he want to just send a dry WeChat message, so he didn't send a WeChat message or call in the end, but sent a small video to Zhuang Lin.

……

The teaching building was shrouded in the cool breeze and darkness at night, and Zhuang Lin followed the team led by his instructor, and was discussing the division of labor and cooperation with several seniors and seniors in the sophomore and junior years.As the only freshman present, and a freshman who has only been in the school for two months, Zhuang Lin received the most attention.

The phone beeped, and since the message notifications on the phone were all the same, the senior sitting closest to Zhuang Lin took out the phone and looked down, then put the phone away, and continued to ask about Zhuang Lin's programming language self-study as if nothing had happened. To what extent, from time to time, one or two algorithmic and professional questions are asked to test him.

Zhuang Lin's attitude was humble and he didn't dare to be distracted.After more than half an hour, the team exchange was over, Zhuang Lin said goodbye to his mentor and senior sister politely, declined the senior sister's invitation to give him a ride with a senior on a bicycle, and walked alone on the school road.

Zhuang Lin was carrying a backpack, and the street lights standing on both sides of the school road made his figure taller and slender. With one hand in his pocket, he took out his mobile phone as soon as he left the teaching building, and opened WeChat to check the video sent by Ai Lang.

As soon as the video opened, the camera was aimed at Ailang's face. He squinted his eyes, wrinkled his nose, pouted his mouth, and made a not scary grimace at all to Zhuang Lin on the camera's side.

"I'm home, dear."

Zhuang Lin heard Ai Lang say this to him in the video, followed by continuous kissing sounds, Ai Lang's face got closer to the camera with the kissing sound, zoomed in and out, and finally the whole picture was only left with those lips Get up and mua a bit.

The corners of Zhuang Lin's lips curled up, with a smile on his face, but he didn't look as simple and honest as he usually is and innocent, instead he was a bit ruffian.He clicked "Favorite" to save the video in his WeChat account, and saved another copy in his mobile phone photo album.

·

When Double Eleven is approaching, online shopping spree has become the main topic of most people's leisure time, and the four words "have you eaten" that used to be on the lips have also become "what did you buy" in due course.

Ai Lang teamed up with Bu Dashuang, Qiu Datou and Ren Xiaolong to organize online store activities, and off-line, he ran around casual dining bars to prepare for the Singles' Day activities in the school, and he was too busy.

I don’t know when, Double Eleven has been interpreted as a pitiful anniversary for single dogs. At a glance, everyone except everyone has a dog.Although it is now mentioned that Double Eleven is closely linked with Tmall and Taobao, and even downplays the significance of Singles’ Day, but looking back at the original intention, the online shopping feast was originally a gimmick for the merchants to care for the "single dogs" group. Promotion trick.

Ai Lang also used the same routine to plan a ballroom dance party for single men and women, also known as a bachelor party.Requirements for membership: 1. Single, 2. Student at school, 3. Willing to leave single.

The ball is relatively formal. Girls need to wear high heels and skirts to enter, while boys need to put on a handsome suit.The price of admission tickets is set, half price for girls, and full single price for boys when entering the venue. If you don’t make friends when you leave the ball, you need to pay double price.

The purpose of the activity is to encourage boys to take the initiative, and it also brings a little aggressive method to stimulate the dignity of men. In the final analysis, it is a promotional activity in disguise.

The first floor of the casual dining bar has been transformed into a dance floor. The starry sky lights reflect the romantic starry sky on the ceiling, and melodious piano music flows slowly. Young men and women are smiling and toasting.Ai Lang and Xing Lu stood on the stairs leading to the second floor. They clinked glasses, and even the wine in the tall glass tasted sweet and greasy.

Leaning on the handrail of the stairs, Xing Lu raised her eyebrows at Ai Lang: "As a gay, you still restrict the pairing of men and women when you hold a dance party."

The number of people participating in the ball is limited, and the ratio of male to female is 1:1 according to the number of applicants.

Xing Lu originally suspected that Ai Lang confirmed whether the freshmen's relationship status was single in the Ritual Model Department, mainly because he was afraid that the response to the event would be mediocre and the number of applicants was too small, so he made second-hand preparations, and would pull the façades of the Ritual Model Department at any time Come to town.Unexpectedly, the registration for the event was very hot, even far exceeding the expected number of people.

Ai Lang also asked Xing Lu to invite several people in the dance club to teach ballroom dancing on the spot. Ai Lang looked down at the young men and women who were cueed to the dance floor and danced in random pairs.

Xing Lu saw that Ai Lang was fascinated, and asked jokingly: "Can you dance ballroom dancing? Do you need me to teach at a low price?"

Ailan held his chin and smiled softly: "What's the matter, isn't it that I advance and you retreat, you advance and I retreat, just don't step on your feet."

Xing Lu sneered and said, "It's not as easy as you said. I remember my dance teacher said back then that ballroom dancing is like falling in love. Do you know how to fall in love?"

Xing Lu turned her head to look at Ai Lang, the light from the warm yellow lotus lantern held on the armrest just fell on his face, and the impeccable face was covered with warm light, which was very beautiful.

Such a beautiful person, his voice is nice, but it's a pity that this person's mouth is full of obscenities: "Is it difficult to fall in love? Isn't it just a tetralogy-open your mouth, spread your legs, move your hands, twist Twist?"

Ai Lang stood on the next step, raised his head slightly, and blinked at Xing Lu innocently.

Xing Lu: "..."

She shouldn't put the word "beautiful" on Ellen to be tarnished.

half an hour.

Xing Lu suddenly realized the important point, looked at Ai Lang and asked again: "So...how far have you and Zhuang Lin developed?"

Ai Lang licked his lips, thought about it seriously, and replied: "Well... everything that should be opened is opened, and what should be moved is also moved."

"........."

The corners of Xing Lu's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't even bother to put on an awkward smile. Ailang's words directly made her imagine a big scene with disheveled hair and sweating profusely, so that when Zhuang Lin greeted her after arriving, Xing Lu looked His eyes were a little uncomfortable.

Xing Lu turned and went upstairs, Zhuang Lin turned to look at Ai Lang with a puzzled face, and asked, "What's wrong, senior sister?"

Ai Lang shrugged, squinted his eyes and smiled: "She may have replaced your face as the hero of the novel."

Zhuang Lin was still at a loss.

There is a small box on the second floor, where the single men and women who were invited by the Ritual Model Department gathered. Ai Lang shouted in the group, regardless of gender, everyone can enjoy the special treatment paid by the minister.In the end, the number of people present was 11, which is quite appropriate.

Zhuang Lin followed Ai Lang and asked in a low voice, "Singles' Day party...why did the senior call me over?"

Ellen turned his head and blinked at him with a smile: "I just want to see you."

Ailang's desire to see Zhuang Lin is only one of the reasons, and the other reason is that he wants to see how other members of the club treat Zhuang Lin.

The appearance of Zhuang Lin made the warm atmosphere in the box quiet for a while, but the embarrassment did not last, it was fleeting, as if the atmosphere at the scene had always been warm.

Ai Lang found that the freshmen in the same department would not deliberately show cold and violent rejection of Zhuang Lin. At least after Zhuang Lin took his seat, two or three little girls would smile at Zhuang Lin and smile sincerely. However, some When people talk to Zhuang Lin, there are always thorns in their words.

Zhuang Lin came straight here after coming out of the computer room. He hadn't eaten yet. Ai Lang thoughtfully fulfilled his lover's duties and ordered him a takeaway meal in advance.

Zhuang Lin was sitting in the corner with a takeaway, while the others were eating melon and fruit snacks. It was almost the first time for them to eat at the same table with Zhuang Lin. When they saw that Zhuang Lin was holding chopsticks with his left hand, one of the girls was surprised He asked calmly, "Zhuang Lin, are you left-handed?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Lin looked up, smiled and nodded.

This topic immediately attracted others to echo.

"I heard that left-handed people are very smart!"

"Do you also write with your left hand?"

"Can you hold chopsticks in your right hand?"

"..."

"I think lefties are handsome!"

Although Zhuang Lin has become the focus of the club many times due to gossip, he is out of his temper and doesn't enjoy being in the spotlight. He smiled awkwardly and said, "I write with my right hand. When I was young, left-handers were often beaten The back of the hand, the family members are not used to it."

Hearing this, the boy sitting opposite the round table grabbed the points in Zhuang Lin's words and made sarcastic remarks. He held the lighter in his hand, lightly pressed the table, and said in a joking or mocking tone: "Left-handed people get beaten? No way, I also know two or three classmates who are left-handed, and I haven't seen anyone who was beaten when they were young. Is this your family's hypocrisy... or are you hypocritical?"

The atmosphere is subtle.

Zhuang Lin looked at the other party, just smiled and said nothing.

Ellen frowned.

Zhuang Lin has always been polite to people in the society, and he is not good at everything. To put it mildly, he has a gentle personality and treats people gently without any sharpness or harsh edges. It's also Hei who scolds, doesn't fight back, doesn't refute, his gentle and soft character immediately becomes "weak", to put it bluntly, he is easy to bully.

Xing Lu followed Ai Lang's gaze, and glanced at the boy. This boy was not single, but in a long-distance relationship, so he followed everyone to join in the fun.

Xing Lu's impression of Zhuang Lin has undergone several twists and turns, changing again and again, from "a handsome boy" to a "good boy", and now from a "good boy" to a "silly boy".Xing Lu has always been vigorous, aggressive and savage. She is the kind of extremist who "reads a good-for-nothing novel and will be kicked by the little white flower protagonist in the early stage".

And Zhuang Lin's soft and submissive personality made Xing Lu just want to roll her eyes...

The reason why Xing Lu hasn't rolled her eyes at Zhuang Lin so far is because she still wants to open her eyes wide to see what Ailang, who is obviously the same kind of person as her, likes Zhuang Lin.

Xing Lu suddenly joined the topic with a smile, and asked the boy: "By the way, will your girlfriend suffer from dysmenorrhea when she comes to M?"

The boy was stunned by this question, unable to turn his head around for a while, and answered honestly: "Yes."

Xing Lu's question was sudden, inexplicable and involving privacy, but the topics in the usual chats between the clubs were large-scale, gags, and teasing each other, but no one cared too much.

Xing Lu held her chin and said to him with a smile on her face: "But I can't! Besides, among the several female friends I know, I haven't seen anyone who suffers from dysmenorrhea. Is your girlfriend making a fuss over a molehill, too? Are you hypocritical?"

The boy was taken aback: "No..."

Xing Lu's words sounded harsh at first, but everyone present could tell that she was copying what the boy had just said in the connotation of Zhuang Lin, and returned the exact words. It was clear that she was standing up for Zhuang Lin. Remain silent and avoid wading through muddy waters.

The boy smiled awkwardly, and then heard Xing Lu joke with a smile: "I'm suddenly a little worried that you will really celebrate Singles' Day next year."

No matter how long the boy's reflex arc is, he can tell that the deputy director is not used to his eccentric diss Zhuang Lin. He feels uncomfortable and can't show it face to face. He can only smile dryly at Xing Lu and respond: " Don't, senior sister, don't make fun of me, I'm still bound to pay intimately."

Ai Lang interrupted suddenly: "Don't be fooled by Xing Lu, she will obviously have dysmenorrhea."

Xing Lu said "Ouch", covered her face and said in embarrassment: "Why are you trying to expose others, after all, I don't want to be called hypocritical!"

"..."

The boy felt he had been shot again in the knee.

Xing Lu finished the play happily, and then praised the boy as if nothing had happened: "I know that my girlfriend will suffer from dysmenorrhea, and I also know that there are really not many boyfriends who are bound and intimate! You must be a good boyfriend."

The boy shook his head in embarrassment, and said modestly: "No, no..."

He was afraid that if he changed the topic, he would hit his knees again.Fortunately, the topic was diverted by others, and the atmosphere returned to normal.

·

The dance ended at ten o'clock sharp.

Ai Lang was busy directing work, Zhuang Lin couldn't help, so he stood aside and waited for Ai Lang.

Several freshmen from the Ritual Model Department walked together, and when they passed by Zhuang Lin, two girls who linked arms smiled and waved goodbye to Zhuang Lin.The boy who dissed Zhuang Lin in the box but was picked out by Xing Lu to make fun of him followed at the end. He became angry with Zhuang Lin when he saw him, snorted angrily, and bumped into Zhuang Lin on purpose when he passed by Zhuang Lin. Zhuang Lin's shoulder.

The boy stood still in front of Zhuang Lin, with one hand in his trouser pocket, the tip of his tongue against the back of his teeth, the other hand on Zhuang Lin's shoulder, he patted gently, and said, "Where is this minister? It would be better for you to stand outside the door and wait, but don't just stand in the way and cause trouble for others."

Zhuang Lin stood motionless on the spot, and asked with doubts: "Why do you have such a big opinion on me?"

Zhuang Lin looked innocent, and asked this question strangely - he was not surprised that boys had opinions on him, but just why boys had such opinions on him.

But the boy only felt it was funny. Seeing that there was no one in front of him, he said frankly: "Are you pretending to be stupid? Is it interesting to be pitiful and wait for the minister to come out to you?"

The boy's words were only about what happened in the box just now, and the "minister" he said was referring to Xing Lu.

Zhuang Lin was a little surprised when he heard this, and then he curled his lips and smiled wider: "No, it's quite boring."

Zhuang Lin's expression was still gentle and smiling, and his tone of voice was calm, as usual.

"..."

Zhuang Lin's answer made the boy's heart thump, and he stared, feeling that the smile on Zhuang Lin's face made him feel uncomfortable.

The boy suddenly felt that his throat was a little dry and itchy. In order to avoid coughing in front of his face, which would cut down his feigned vigor, he snorted heavily, turned his head and walked out the door.

Looking at the back of the boy leaving, Zhuang Lin sighed helplessly...

His answer was actually not sincere - it was quite interesting for him to be pitiful and wait for Ai Lang to help him out. What's not interesting is that the petty verbal disputes are too annoying to listen to, which really makes him unable to cheer up.