not to marry?why are you teasing me

Yang Haochen was actually quite "lucky". At the beginning of the military training, the weather was very good, the sun was shining brightly, and there were no clouds in the sky. Even after applying sunscreen, he was able to sweat away after 3 minutes of exposure to the sun.

"You, you, and you, you...all of you get out of the queue." The fierce instructor pointed to a few people in the queue and said, unfortunately, Yang Haochen was among them.

"You guys have unqualified hair, go over there and cut it off." The instructor pointed to a simple "shed" over there and said, where a bald uncle was shaking the ground with big scissors, full of enthusiasm.

Yang Haochen touched the slightly long hair on his head, and felt sad immediately. Jin Maoxiang was also on the line, and his long blond hair was even more conspicuous. Before leaving, the instructor specially instructed that he had to dye it back tonight .

Only with comparability can he comfort himself, Yang Haochen silently waited behind Yixiang, watching this bad-tempered young master's blond hair scattered all over the floor, and by the way, was cut into bumps by the rude barber, like a mangy dog, to accompany him Looking at that slightly neutral and delicate face, it's just - too funny!

"Young man, this kind of hairstyle is the most energetic. It's wrong to laugh at people." The man who shaved his head said to Yang Haochen with a "kind" face.

Yang Haochen suddenly felt loveless: "Uncle, give me a little longer."

"Don't worry, I've been doing this for decades. I have experience. I'll definitely give you a handsome hairstyle." The uncle smiled lovingly.

When Yang Haochen came out, he suddenly felt that there was nothing to love in his life. After all, he was a handsome guy who was so narcissistic that he combed his hair in front of the mirror several times a day, okay?Now touch this hair, is there a centimeter?Judging by the expression of the mangy head Xiang, it's obviously a mockery, okay?

"Well, what's the matter?" Yang Haochen grabbed his rice viciously, his face was expressionless, and he didn't feel the joy of receiving Li Xiaoming's call at all.

"I just want to ask you if you are tired from military training. Are you okay? Can you take it?" Li Xiaoming was full of concern.

When Yang Haochen heard this, he resolutely felt a small grievance: "Tired, why aren't you tired?"

"Who bullied you?" Li Xiaoming felt that something was wrong when he heard the tone.

Yang Haochen rubbed his head, feeling that he was almost bald now, and his tone was very sad: "Instructor, are you going to beat him up for me?"

Hehe, Li Xiaoming hung up the phone resolutely: "You work hard, I will come and see you when the military training is over."

"Dare to hang up on my phone!" Yang Haochen was so angry that he almost threw away the phone viciously.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zixiao kindly helped him hold the phone, "Who hung up on you? Girlfriend?"

"It's just a bastard!" Yang Haochen took a bite of his flesh, his tone fierce.

"Handsome guy, can I do this?" A familiar female voice came.

Yang Haochen looked up, and it turned out to be Liao Qing. Thinking of the photos sent out last time, Yang Haochen's attitude was not as good as last time, and he didn't even give her a smile: "You don't eat, why are you sitting here?"

"I appreciate the handsome guy." Liao Qing was very generous, blinking at him, "I didn't expect to meet you when I came here. You are very handsome in military uniform. Well, this hairstyle is also good."

Speaking of hairstyle, this definitely hurt Yang Haochen's wound. I have never had such an ugly haircut in my life. It's not bad. Girl, are you blind?

However, Yang Haochen never thought that there is something called uniform temptation in this world. When a boy puts on a military uniform, his uprightness and aura will become more and more obvious, especially for the kind of handsome guy with particularly well-rounded facial features. Said, a little more masculine temperament, especially attractive.Yang Haochen's forehead is full, not to mention his facial features, short hair actually makes his facial features more prominent and perfect, but he doesn't realize it himself.

Seeing Yang Haochen's serious face, Miss Liao didn't want to stay with her any longer, but raised her camera: "Can I take a picture?"

"I can't." Yang Haochen refused immediately, so he didn't want to be pressed on the bed by that guy again with excuses.

"But it's already been filmed." Liao Qing waved her hand, and then pointed to the girls holding mobile phones around her and said, "Even if I don't take pictures, the people around are still taking pictures. A handsome guy must have the consciousness of being watched, um, bye."

Yang Haochen: "..." Am I really too handsome?But why isn't Li Xiaoming stunned by my handsomeness?

At noon, Li Xiaoming did not take a short nap, but habitually went to the website of the Academy of Art to read gossip. Of course, this is also a way to "supervise" someone.Then, the homepage was updated—really handsome guy can stand the test of short hair and military uniform, look at our school's new generation of uniform male god.

Li Xiaoming's scalp felt a little numb, and he clicked in. Sure enough, he saw Yang Haochen in a simple green military uniform with a sharp cropped head and a serious face. He was in the front row, followed by a bunch of nympho beggars.

Li Xiaoming didn't say anything, but just silently turned off the phone.

"Murderous!" A funny roommate said suddenly, and then looked at Li Xiaoming with a look of surprise, "Brother, stand next to me in line later, it will have a cooling effect."

At 09:30 in the evening, Yang Haochen, who had just returned to the dormitory after training, received a call from Li Xiaoming before he had time to take a shower.

Yang Haochen waited until the phone rang twice before answering, to avenge someone who dared to hang up on his phone today, and then snorted twice: "I thought you didn't want to call me anymore, didn't you say you won't contact me? !"

"Why are you willing?" Li Xiaoming said in a gentle tone, "Come out, I'm almost at the gate of your school."

"What!" Yang Haochen stood up immediately, "You don't train at night, you still have time to come to me?"

"I'll take a taxi here after the extra training, hurry up, I have to go to my school district before eleven o'clock." Li Xiaoming explained.

Yang Haochen was so moved, he felt a little narcissistic in his heart - as expected, his meat bun loved him the most, and he came to find him in such a hurry, hey, hey, why did he fascinate him so much that he couldn't see him for a day? What about every three autumns?Well, hurry up and get out.

That's right, it's that disappointing.

When he walked halfway, Yang Haochen touched his chest and decided that he was not well. If he went to meet people in this outfit, he would definitely not be able to recognize the rhythm.

After struggling for a long time, in line with the principle that if he dared to laugh, he would dare to beat him, Yang Haochen walked out as if he was dead.

After looking around at the intersection for a long time, watching couples pass by, but there was no sign of Li Xiaoming, Yang Haochen began to worry.

At this moment, a person suddenly covered his eyes from behind, and with great strength dragged Yang Haochen behind the tree.

Yang Haochen struggled for a few times, then gave up. It wasn't until the man put his hand into his clothes that Yang Haochen said hypocritically: "That's enough, my friend, how about stealing money instead of sex?"

"I'm here to rob sex." The man's fingers gently pinched the small bump on Yang Haochen's chest, and his tone was full of hooliganism.

"I'm warning you. I have a boyfriend. Believe it or not, my boyfriend beat you to death!" Yang Haochen snorted lightly, and slashed his elbow back hard, but unfortunately he was caught by that man , completely overwhelmingly controlled him.

"Who is your boyfriend? How about having me? En." The man's tone was disdainful, and he bit Yang Haochen's neck lightly, "Why don't you follow me?"

"Can you make buns?"

"meeting."

"Can play games?"

"meeting."

"Can you design big bun dolls?"

"meeting."

"Is it tall, handsome or rich?"

"A little shorter than you and a little uglier than you, but more than enough to support you."

What a satisfying answer, I definitely followed my own mind!Yang Haochen sighed inwardly, and then gave up struggling: "Okay, sure. One last question, will you fuck me?"

"I'm meeting you." The man slapped Yang Haochen's ass hard.

"Keep an inch." Yang Haochen also unceremoniously stomped heavily on the foot of the person behind him, then took the opportunity to turn around, his eyes were burning, "gift."

"Okay, okay, it's rare to see you cooperate like this." Li Xiaoming lifted the bag on the ground, "Well, high-strength sunscreen, a small automatic charging fan, military training insoles, hats, and sunglasses."

"However, where's my gift?" Li Xiaoming didn't mind seeing that Yang Haochen was far away. After all, although the place is dark, it's not like no one is looking at it.

Yang Haochen lifted the big bag and smiled innocently: "You have just passed."

Li Xiaoming spread out his hands to show that he was empty, then walked in and patted Yang Haochen's head.

"Don't touch around, you won't grow tall." Yang Haochen shook off Li Xiaoming's hand.

"Is it still longer? Two meters longer?" Li Xiaoming teased.

Li Xiaoming smiled triumphantly: "Don't you know that two-meter legs are popular now?"

"I see." Li Xiaoming looked at Yang Haochen's straight and slender legs, and then stopped somewhere, "Why don't you take them off and measure them."

"Get out! Old rascal!" Yang Haochen looked disgusted, "I said, can you have a serious day and give me a massage, I'm so tired that my bones are falling apart today."

"Go to the bed and press it? Do you want to check the bed?" Li Xiaoming looked serious.

Yang Haochen shook his head: "Check, why don't you check? It is said that the big-faced instructor will personally check our sleeping situation today. To be honest, you should go back early."

"But what if I don't want to go back?" Li Xiaoming approached and touched Yang Haochen's head again, it felt really good.

"Then sleep on the street." Yang Haochen shook off Li Xiaoming's hand again, "And I'm really in a bad mood today, don't touch my head!"

Li Xiaoming's expression changed, and his tone became weird: "Not in a good mood? I think you are in a good mood, and you still have time to flirt, right? Is the training too easy?"

Yang Haochen squeezed Li Xiaoming's face a little amusedly: "What do you mean? After a long time, this is the point? Why are you jealous again? Jealousy buns? En."

"Don't move, I'm not in a good mood." Li Xiaoming also patted Yang Haochen's hand, and then took out his mobile phone to log in to the interface, "Then tell me, I told you not to let others take pictures, why are you so disobedient?"

Yang Haochen looked at it, and it turned out that the fault came from the photo. He sighed helplessly. Li Xiaoming's jealousy became more and more reasonable. Seeing his indifferent expression, he could only raise his hand: "I swear, I I really refused, but they want to pass it on, what can I do? Do I have to put a sign on me that says no photos are allowed?"

"Actually, this is a good idea." Li Xiaoming gave Yang Haochen a resentful look.

Yang Haochen: "..."

The next day, the big news of the Academy of Art—the post bar forum on the school’s official website was hacked overnight!