Weird Gacha Machine

Yin Mu tried in vain to calm himself down, treating Song Qingqiao's depression as a normal thing, just like Song Qingqiao suddenly found a girlfriend, and kept repeating the words "normal heart".But this is obviously more unsettling than Song Qingqiao having a boyfriend.

What a ghost!I have to talk to Xu Huang about this issue, and I have come to you, Boss Yin, to hide it.

But think about it carefully, since I am studying this major, I will definitely meet many people like this in the future, and now Song Qingqiao's appearance is completely like an internship problem given to him by God.Yes, it is a test!

When Yin Mu came to the classroom the next day with big dark circles under his eyes, Xu Huang realized that something was wrong.

"Brother Huang, do you have any opinion on me?" He asked.

"Haha, Mr. Yin, what are you talking about?" Xu Huang patted Yin Mu's shoulder with an awkward smile, and secretly prayed in his heart that the thing he least wanted to happen would not happen.

"How long has Brother Qiao been sick?" Yin Mu asked, and Xu Huang's hand hanging in midair shyly retracted it.

"I only found out when I was in my third year of high school." His expression became serious, "I'm sorry Mr. Yin, I really don't know what to tell you, but Brother Qiao has improved a lot now."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense." Yin Mu lay down on the table, feeling a little tired.

"Mr. Yin, you must not let Brother Qiao go! If you want to drive him away, then he is really pitiful!" Xu Huang suddenly yelled, attracting the attention of the whole class. Everyone seemed to hear the words between the lines. Something is wrong.

Yin Mu sighed: "I didn't say I wanted to drive him away."

Reasonably speaking, Song Qingqiao really can't live alone. In a sense, Xu Huang didn't lie to him.

[Brother Qiao, have lunch together? 】

Yin Mu sent Song Qingqiao a message.

【it is good. 】

Seconds back, quite idle.

Z University and Academy of Fine Arts are separated by a street, and this street is still a food street, mixed with students from the two schools.Of course, in comparison, the good-looking ones belong to the Academy of Fine Arts, and the slightly ugly ones belong to the Z-big ones.

Because Yin Mu had morning class this morning, he didn't see Song Qingqiao when he went out.Song Qingqiao came across the road, as if she had changed, her hair was unstyled, her bangs were so long that they almost covered her eyes, she was wearing smoke blue long sleeves, black slacks, and a pair of coconut running shoes.Street...Street shoot trendy men?

Compared with Song Qingqiao, Yin Mu is much more plain, black sweater, black pants, black Martin...it doesn't seem to be very simple.

Now is the peak time for dining, and the rate of two people walking on the street is not low.

"Get the keys first." Yin Mu told him.

Song Qingqiao looked at his watch: "Do you have class this afternoon?"

"No, what?"

There are very few courses in the senior year.

"I want to watch a movie." Song Qingqiao took out her phone and tapped on the online shopping interface, "How about horror movies?"

"...You have covered a lot."

Cartoons, literary films, sci-fi films, horror films, anyway, there is nothing you don't want to watch.

"That's it."

"Wait a minute, you don't have class?" Yin Mu remembered.

"Military training, I won't go."

Sick and willful?

"Then you've been busy all this time."

"Fortunately, your ex-girlfriend just dated me today."

"... What do you ask me to do?" The ex-girlfriend is really one of the worst existences.

"Watch a movie." Song Qingqiao said lightly.

"Then you won't go?"

"I said I want to go out with her ex-boyfriend." After speaking, he did not forget to smile at Yin Mu, "Go back and dress up later."

Is there anyone in the world with a more wicked taste than Song Qingqiao?nonexistent!

She really did dress up when she said she wanted to dress up, so she changed her clothes a little bit, a white sweater and ripped jeans.Sure enough, there is no unfashionable clothes in the wardrobe of trendy men.

After arriving at the cinema, there is still half an hour to leave.

"Horror movies still have 3D?" Yin Mu sat in a small corner of the waiting area with a large portion of popcorn and Song Qingqiao.

"Scared?"

"What the hell am I afraid of? They're all pretending to be ghosts."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Yin, you got something on your face."

Song Qingqiao leaned closer to Yin Mu's face, and Yin Mu could even see some light brown spots under his eyes that were protruding because of his excessive whiteness.

"One eyelash." Song Qingqiao's cold fingers brushed across Yin Mu's face, causing scorching hot spots.

Presumably Yin Mu should be blushing now, anyway, the heartbeat is quite violent.

"Brother Xiaomu, Song Qingqiao." It was Meng Ji.

A smile floated across Song Qingqiao's face: "Sister."

Yin Mu lowered his head, if he turned his head to say hello to Meng Ji now, he would be found out, blushing.

Of course Meng Ji saw the scene just now, seeing Song Qingqiao gradually approaching her face from behind Yin Mu with an affectionate look.Then Yin Mu lowered his head, not even daring to look at her.

These two people actually did such a thing in public!

"Brother Xiaomu, what's wrong with you?" She smiled and patted Yin Mu's shoulder, and the man trembled as if frightened.

Yin Mu recovered and greeted her: "It's okay, did you come alone?"

"My brother." Meng Ji brushed his hair, "Then I'll go there first."

The so-called Yuanjia Road is narrow. It turns out that there is such a reason, wherever you go, you have to run into it.

After entering the arena, they found that the Meng brothers and sisters were sitting two rows in front of them.Meng Er almost jumped up from his seat when he saw the two of them coming in, but fortunately he was held back by Meng Ji.Of course Yin Mu ignored them, but Song Qingqiao waved to them happily.

"Did you fucking do it on purpose?" Yin Mu asked him in a low voice after sitting down.

"I really didn't know Meng Er would come too." Song Qingqiao pretended to be innocent.

Scheming whore, full of scheming whore.I don't know whether he wants to anger the Meng brothers and sisters, or wants to make Yin Mu unhappy, or just simply finds it so interesting?No matter which one, the purpose has been properly achieved.

After wearing 3D glasses, the visual terrorist attack was indeed much stronger.But this horror movie really has nothing to say, and I don't know where to start when I make complaints about it.Yin Mu felt extremely bored, turned to look at Song Qingqiao, this guy was fucking asleep! ?Amidst such ups and downs of sound effects, the sleeper snored slightly.

Not good, because Song Qingqiao's head kept falling because of sleeping too hard, it would be fun to wring his neck again.

Yin Mu gently held his head and carried it on his shoulders, not to mention how... ambiguous?What shit, think about the brainwashing of socialist core values.

The sound of light breathing pierced into the ears, and the hot air sprayed on the neck and collarbone. To be honest, Yin Mu has never been with anyone like this.He began to wonder if he was too kind to Song Qingqiao. This scheming bitch always had so many harmful ideas in his mind, so he had to forgive him unconditionally.

But Yin Mu felt that he should be happier.Before you cause any substantial loss to yourself, it doesn't matter if you pamper yourself, children, it's better to be naive.

At the end of this boring movie, Song Qingqiao woke up, but Yin Mu didn't know it.He was a little surprised why he was resting on Yin Mu's shoulder, but he was a little reluctant to leave because he had a good night's sleep.

At this time, Meng Er, who was sitting in the front two rows, turned his head sideways, and when he was about to turn around, Song Qingqiao came up with a clever plan out of desperation.He closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, then raised his head slightly, pressed his lips against Yin Mu's warm neck, and left a fleeting kiss on it.Undoubtedly, Menger saw it.

But Yin Mu was always immersed in the movie, unaware of it.

Song Qingqiao woke up and stretched after the trick was successful, twisting her neck and making a "click" sound.

"Who said he wanted to watch a movie? He slept like a dead pig." Yin Mu spoke to him without moving his eyes from the screen.Not to mention, the latter part is quite exciting.

Song Qingqiao said frankly: "Thank you President Yin for your hospitality, I didn't have a nightmare."

After leaving the movie theater, Song Qingqiao said goodbye to Yin Mu, and parted ways on the grounds that there were other matters.

For a moment, Yin Mu stood on the street full of people coming and going, not knowing where to go.If you don't want to go home, and you can't go to school, where else can you go?Fortunately, Meng Er solved this problem for him.

Meng Er also seemed to have separated from Meng Ji, and invited him to smoke a cigarette in the smoking area in the alley outside.

"How do you know him? He's two years younger than you." Meng Er leaned against the wall, bluntly pointing the topic at Song Qingqiao.

"A friend of a friend." Yin Mu dusted off the cigarette, always feeling that the conversation between Menger and him always revolved around that person.

"Interesting." He laughed, "I heard the word friend again from your mouth."

Yin Mu also smiled: "Why can't I have friends?"

"I used to always think, what kind of person is worthy of being your friend?"

"It's not you anyway."

"I know, when Xiaoji pulled you down from the altar, I didn't think she was worthy." Menger said.

Yin Mu's mind went back and forth a thousand times, and he still couldn't figure out what kind of existence he was in his eyes.

"Don't put gold on my face."

This person is really funny sometimes. You always have to analyze whether this person is worthy of that person, and whether that person is worthy of a certain person. What's the point?We are not monks, and the seven emotions and six desires are still there, so why do you judge people rashly.

"No, you are just emotionally weak, and you can't feel the enthusiasm for the world from you." Menger is now like a researcher of human behavior, and even what he says is so clear that it is like youth pain literature.

"What about now? Or is it the same?"

"It's still the same." Meng Er took a long puff of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it through his nasal cavity, "But there is a saying that there is no harm without comparison. Compared with Song Qingqiao, you are not worth mentioning now."

Many times, Yin Mu has to admit that chatting with Meng Er is interesting.He is a human being, a normal person, and his scrutiny of other people is much more normal than Yin Mu's.

"I think you are more interested in him than I am." Yin Mu put out his cigarette on the trash can, folded his arms and waited for Menger's next conclusion.

"I'm not interested. I just want to remind you as a bystander that you have met a comparable opponent."

A well-matched opponent.This was Meng Er's final conclusion to Song Qingqiao.

Yin Mu never thought that Meng Er was a fool, but at some point, he felt that he was more like one.How do you say this?That is, when you only see yourself in your eyes, he sees all sentient beings in his eyes.Although this is quite an exaggeration, it is not unreasonable.

After Song Qingqiao returned home, she didn't look very happy, she put away her bag and ran to the balcony to smoke.Yin Mu didn't know whether he should go to greet him now, and how to greet him would not seem like a lot of things.After all, Meng Er's words are more interesting than most of his previous bad farts.

Before Yin Mu made a decision, Song Qingqiao acted first.He dropped his mobile phone from the 18th floor.

Hold! ?A bit completely crazy, this man.

"Bull beep, brother." Yin Mu got up from the sofa, ran to the balcony and looked down, it was so dark that even the wreckage of the mobile phone could not be seen.

Song Qingqiao acted as if she hadn't heard, and continued to smoke, one after another, without stopping.

Forget it, whoever wants to take care of it, you, Uncle Yin, don't want to take care of it.

Yin Mu turned around and left, but the person who had been silent all this time locked his wrist firmly.

"What do you mean?" Yin Mu looked at his side face, he was handsome, but there was something wrong with him.

Song Qingqiao said, "Stay with me for a while."

It is impossible to refuse, Yin Mu had a flash of inspiration: "Brother Qiao, do you want to drink?"

When you get drunk, go to bed obediently.

Song Qingqiao went to the room, and came out with a bottle of vodka after a while.There are still three-quarters of the liquid in the transparent wine bottle.

You can't drink or smoke, this guy.

Yin Mu didn't drink much, and he didn't even have wine glasses at home, so Song Qingqiao just filled the glasses they usually drank water to the brim.

"No, I said Brother Qiao, do you think I can finish drinking?"

Song Qingqiao was obviously much happier than before: "I'm afraid you don't think it's enough later."

Yin Mu bit the bullet and lowered his head to take a sip. This damn thing is not the same as the fruit juice he drank in the bar before.

Song Qingqiao is a bitch, she can really drink it.Yin Mu now only feels that his old eyes are dim, and it took a big cup full to disappear to a height of less than two fingers. It was because Brother Qiao took a big gulp first and he was embarrassed to follow.

"Boss Yin, you're blushing haha."

The dog beep thing is still fucking laughing.

"Fuck." Fortunately, except for the double vision in the eyes, the sanity is still there, "Brother Qiao."

"Ok?"

"Do you think...we are friends?"

Song Qingqiao's smile froze on his face, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Forget it, stuffy gourd, the teapot...can't pour out glutinous rice balls, what else can I describe it for?" Yin Mu said to himself, his tongue couldn't straighten, and he was so angry that he took another sip of wine.

"Don't drink it." Song Qingqiao took his cup and put it on her side, "Is it cool on the floor, sit on a pillow."

This was already Song Qingqiao's greatest kindness.

"Hey, brother Qiao... don't use the trick to deal with your girlfriend, drink quickly!"

People who have drunk can't control their mouths even if they are sane, Yin Mu is enough to prove this.

Song Qingqiao sighed, drank the wine in his glass, and did not forget to check him.

"Why the hell...drinking is like drinking water."

"Picture to have fun."

"Then are you happy?" Yin Mu moved closer to Song Qingqiao, actually wanting to see his expression clearly, after all, one Song Qingqiao had split into three in his eyes.

Hey, I don't wear glasses, my hair is messy, and my eyes are bloodshot, cloudy and not at all bright like a teenager.

"Song Qingqiao, are you happy?"

Seemingly dodging, eyelashes trembling slightly, pupils constricting, showing embarrassment.

"Why ask the question when you know it."

When speaking, the lips bump up and down, and the upper lip is thin, which belongs to the person who is widowed and cold, shallow in people, and short-lived ghost.

"Up, continue." Yin Mu sat back, and while Song Qingqiao wasn't paying attention, he took his cup over and drank it vigorously.

Alcohol is really not a good thing, the more you drink, the more you can't stop.

"It's bottomed out." Song Qingqiao poured out the rest, which was only half a cup. It seemed that this drinking session was coming to an end.

Yin Mu belched, his mouth full of alcohol: "Don't think I don't know you hid it in the refrigerator."

"I'm very interested. I don't care if I feel uncomfortable tomorrow."

"Stop fucking nonsense, drink first!"

No matter whether he was drunk or not, Song Qingqiao felt that Yin Mu was quite interesting, much more interesting than Xu Huang and Lu Hengliang. Could this be the so-called novelty?

"Why did you drop your phone? You don't want to lose face with your phone? There's not even a dead body on the 18th floor." Yin Mu leaned back on the sofa, happily looking at Song Qingqiao who was going to get a drink.

That's right, what's the face of a mobile phone.

"Too much news, it's annoying to watch."

"Oh, you're handsome and everything makes sense."

"Boss Yin is more handsome."

Both glasses were filled again, what did Song Qingqiao say before?Don't be afraid of drinking too much, but be afraid of not drinking enough.

"What did you do today?" Yin Mu asked him.

"Hospital, see my mother."

Yin Mu suddenly remembered that it must be because of this that he hurriedly left from P City.

"The situation is not good?"

"It's fine, it's always been that way."

Can't ask more.

The two of them didn't speak any more, just drank the wine to themselves.Song Qingqiao felt that it was time to drink it, and she would not be able to take medicine later.

"Let's be here today."

The author has something to say:

... orthopedic siblings with stories

Menger is not a rival in love believe me ww