a delicate flower

The 14th is Monday, and it is also the first day of the final exam week, which lasts until the 20th.

AI Lang's last exam is on the 19th, in the afternoon.After a period of turmoil with closed eyes and blind eyes, you can hand in the papers half an hour before the end of the exam. The genius-type students hand in the fastest, and the hopeless-type students are not far behind. Ai Lang belongs to the self-help type who still has a chance A scumbag, even if he has answered all the questions that should be answered, he will still sit in the classroom and stare blankly at the questions he can't answer.

Ai Lang and the others took the test in a large classroom, where the whole class gathered. Those who handed in their papers in advance stayed outside the corridor and waited for their companions. This is the last subject, and there are usually dormitory dinners and reunions with classmates. such celebrations.

Ailang stretched his long legs under the table, propping his chin with one hand, and when he raised his head, he was caught by the sharp eyes of the teacher on the podium.

Although Ailang had no intention of cheating, he was still a little embarrassed to be stared at by the teacher. He simply put the cap on the pen and the test paper under the draft paper, and then looked out of the corridor with his face openly.

When he looked around, he happened to see Zhuang Lin standing in the direction of him standing at the front door of the classroom.Ai Lang remembered that Zhuang Lin said that he finished the exam yesterday.

I don't know how long Zhuang Lin stood there. When AI Lang looked over, Zhuang Lin was leaning sideways against the wall of the corridor, with headphones in his ears, looking down at the phone screen.

Ai Lang thought of the first time he saw Zhuang Lin in the express center. Zhuang Lin was standing obliquely in front of him, and he could inadvertently see his turned back side face, with handsome features, clear outline, and slightly red ears.

Zhuang Lin's auricles are also slightly red now, probably from being frozen by the north wind.

The get out of class bell rang.

Ailang came back to his senses, and after listening to the teacher on the podium, he put away his things, and took the test paper and draft paper to the podium to hand in.

At the end of the exam, Ai Lang didn't have the excitement to raise his arms and cheer. He walked out of the classroom, and Zhuang Lin took off his earphones and walked towards him with a smile.

Zhuang Lin asked: "The exam is over, senior, do you want to celebrate with senior sister?"

Xing Lu handed in the papers early, and stood on the stairs with the girls in her class to gossip, and now she jumped behind Ai Lang.

Xing Lu asked: "Okay, where are you going?"

Ai Lang said: "No, I just want to have a meal and go back to catch up on sleep."

The intensive study in the past few days has completely drained his body's mental strength, and now he is left with a body without a soul, which cannot withstand any interference from the outside world.

Xing Lu booed AI Lang, waved her hand and said: "It's boring, then I won't go to dinner with you, I will go out to sing K with my roommate!"

Ai Lang didn't force Xing Lu to leave the team or keep him. After Xing Lu left, Ai Lang said to Zhuang Lin, "Send me back to the apartment directly. I'll get up and order takeaway after I sleep."

Zhuang Lin asked concerned: "Are you really tired? Senior, is there anything you particularly want to eat? I'll buy it for you later and send it over."

Ellen shook his head: "No."

Seeing Ai Lang yawning, Zhuang Lin didn't ask any more questions, and drove Ai Lang back to the apartment.

On the road, there was a large vehicle in front of him. Zhuang Lin stopped aside, holding the steering wheel, his frown was reflected in the rearview mirror diagonally above, and his eyes fell on the USB drive placed in front.

Zhuang Lin pretended to be calm and reached for the USB flash drive, and asked, "By the way, senior, do you need to keep a backup of that USB flash drive?"

The silver USB flash drive he picked up in his hand was the one used in the multimedia classroom that day.Ai Lang turned his head lazily, and when he thought of the contents of the U disk, the girl's screams and cries automatically appeared in his mind. He shook his head and said, "Delete it."

Zhuang Lin turned his head to look at Ai Lang, and said hesitantly: "There is still a segment in it, which is not in the video broadcast yesterday."

Hearing this, Ai Lang turned to look at him suspiciously.

Zhuang Lin said apologetically: "Zhao Bailei asked someone to take you to the race track. I didn't know in advance... I just got that video recently. Because the exam is coming up, I'm afraid it will affect you, so I didn't take it." come out."

"..."

Ailang was so sleepy that his brain couldn't function, and he couldn't respond to Zhuang Lin's words. He took the USB flash drive in Zhuang Lin's hand, and heard Zhuang Lin say again: "Senior... I can talk to you Go to the apartment and watch this video together? I was a bit of a jerk and don't want you to be mad at me."

Ailang held the USB flash drive in his hand, maybe he couldn't react for a while, he was silent, and Zhuang Lin regarded him as acquiescing.

15 minute later.

The two returned to Ailang's apartment. Zhuang Lin was sitting upright in the living room, watching Ailang come out of the bedroom with his notebook in his arms.

Ai Lang sat cross-legged on the sofa, opened the USB flash drive, and clicked on two new surveillance videos under Zhuang Lin's guidance.One is the surveillance recording of AI Lang being taken to the racing track to "visit" those insane equipment, and the recording time of the other video corresponds to the previous one. It was Zhuang Lin who called Zhao Bailei in the VIP lounge And wait until the video of Zhao Bailei's appearance.

The video was shot at a close distance, and besides the clear image, the sound can also be heard clearly - Zhao Bailei opened the freezer to get a can of cold beer, Zhuang Lin sat on the sofa flipping through the latest monthly fashion magazine.

Zhao Bailei asked: "When did you come here? I didn't expect to yell in the group, and you were the first person to come here."

Zhuang Lin casually flipped through the magazine, and replied, "I came here with Ai Lang."

Zhao Bailei choked on the beer when he heard the words, and looked at Zhuang Lin in a daze: "Huh?"

Zhuang Lin closed the magazine, smiled slightly and said, "Don't touch him."

Zhao Bailei: "Him??"

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Seeing this in the video, AI Lang glanced at Zhuang Lin with a slightly strange expression.He had just listened to Zhuang Lin's early warning, and he had already mentally prepared for how "asshole" Zhuang Lin would be. From this point of view, he felt that Zhuang Lin was deliberately lowering his perception, so as to raise his expectations.

But Zhuang Lin's performance was still tense, Ailang continued to look down suspiciously - Zhao Bailei asked: "Fuck, you are still the best, I just want to know, is he worth [-] a night?"

Zhuang Lin smiled and said, "I quite like him, but..."

Zhao Bailei: "But?"

Zhuang Lin: "Ah..."

In the camera, Zhuang Lin put his hands behind his head and lazily replied: "I slept for free."

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"..."

Ailang turned his head and asked the culprit: "A bit of a jerk?"

Zhuang Lin looked at himself suspended in the screen in embarrassment, trying to be good and said: "It's very, not a little, I was really a jerk at that time. Senior, read on..."

With a cold face, AI Lang reopened the video——

"Zhao Bailei" threw the cold beer into the trash can, and said to "Zhuang Lin" while taking out his mobile phone: "Since you have spoken, I will let him go now, isn't it interesting?"

"Zhuang Lin" said, "Don't let it go yet."

"Zhao Bailei" didn't understand, so "Zhuang Lin" said: "Find someone to inform other people, just say that they won't be held accountable, and others will just fool around. Ailang, let's stay first."

Zhuang Lin, who was sitting next to Ailang, quickly explained: "It's because of evidence."

"Zhao Bailei" winked at him and said with a naughty smile: "Sure enough, you are interested in the good things I posted in the group, right? Let your people play together, Bao Shuang!"

"Zhuang Lin" raised his eyebrows, picked up his phone and looked through it.

Zhuang Lin, who watched the video with Ai Lang, forcibly commented: "I didn't know what Zhao Bailei posted in the group at the time. I turned my phone because I was looking for chat records."

Ai Lang didn't respond to Zhuang Lin's words. He held his right elbow with his left hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and pinched his lower lip with his thumb.

I saw another "Zhuang Lin" in the video looked at the phone for a while, raised his head, and said to Zhao Bailei: "Not interested, get out."

Perhaps it was because Zhuang Lin's reaction was more sensitive at the time, and Zhao Bailei deliberately missed this paragraph when he asked someone to call up the surveillance video.

Zhuang Lin in the video is indeed a stubborn bastard, but Zhuang Lin's effort to please Ai Lang these days is not without a little bit of success.

——Hearing Zhuang Lin's last answer, the tight string in Ai Lang's heart loosened.

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Zhuang Lin was a little nervous now. A few seconds after AI Lang watched the video, he was kicked out.This result was within his expectations and beyond his expectations. Since he decided to show the video to Ellen, he must be [-]% or [-]% sure that the video will help him instead of digging his own grave. That's why I dared to take it out.

There are three reasons why Zhuang Lin didn't show the video to Ai Lang in advance. One is that Zhuang Lin didn't want Ai Lang to make a hasty decision after receiving the news of the big bang; the other is that Zhuang Lin wanted to make an oral agreement with Ai Lang It took 30 days to improve my few remaining impression points, instead of throwing out the video at the beginning and making empty promises; third, the final exam was approaching, and Zhuang Lin really didn't want AI Lang to be distracted.

Ai Lang needs time to calm down, and Zhuang Lin has to fight for himself again, and strive for the last push.