The male god on the other side looks over

Although Wang Zesheng has a poker face all day long, he is rarely really angry. Zhou Shuo remembered that the last time he got angry was when he lied to him a year ago that he hadn't been admitted to university. Wang Zesheng was cold all day long. With a face as gloomy as the king of Hades, he didn't speak, just stared at him with that cold gaze, that feeling of being driven to neurasthenia, Zhou Shuo felt half-lived after experiencing it once. It's gone.

"Then what... Life is stressful recently, don't you just want to relax," Zhou Shuo glanced at the CD in the other party's hand guiltily, and whispered, "The big man is full of energy... It's nothing to play any games..."

"Zhou Shuo," Wang Zesheng interrupted him, pursed his lips and reached out to throw the game disc on the ground, "...I'm being followed."

"I know, you didn't tell me..." Zhou Shuo stopped suddenly as he spoke, and looked down at the game CD on the ground in a daze for a few seconds. It got stuck in my throat and I couldn't speak.

Damn, when you think about it carefully, the time and content of this game CD don't seem right?

Stalking, peeping...Wang Zesheng...being followed, peeped...

Both the game screen and the plot of the game are amazingly in line with the messy life that Wang Zesheng said recently... Wait, that guy doesn't think he is secretly mocking him through this game, does he?Just imagine, if you are being followed to ask for help, who knows that the other party is playing a perverted game about a stalker with relish... Sure enough, playing this kind of game at this time is simply killing yourself!Wang Zesheng doesn't think he is also a perverted stalker, does he? ! !

"Zesheng," Zhou Shuo smiled embarrassingly, rubbing the back of his head and winking at Wang Zesheng, "Then what... I didn't play this kind of game in front of you on purpose, nor did I suddenly want to play it because you were being followed. This perverted game, besides, you're just being followed or something, and it's not like getting your butt touched on the tram like in a game, it's just that the points coincide, you don't have to be so annoyed..."

It's just that before Zhou Shuo finished speaking, Wang Zesheng's face darkened even more, and he said two words coldly: "Shut up."

... In fact, he has been touched on the butt several times, how could he say it ... But it is precisely because of this that he is even more annoyed-why his current life is so similar to the Japanese Eighteen Forbidden Games!

.

"Actually, I play this game... also for a purpose!" Zhou Shuo rolled his eyes, and began to talk nonsense without reason, "Yes, there is a purpose! Then what, you are being followed Well, I understand the psychology of the suspect, and it is also one of the steps in the plan to find the stalker!"

Wang Zesheng: "..."

"If you don't believe me, let me analyze it for you now. Do you know nothing about that stalker?"

Wang Zesheng pursed his lips and glanced at him coldly without speaking.

Zhou Shuo took his silence as acquiescence, and continued to publish his own 'nonsense' arguments.

"As the saying goes, if you know yourself and know your enemy, you will win a hundred battles. We must understand each other's psychology. Otherwise, how can we find someone in the dark while we are in the light?" Even Zhou Shuo himself found it unbelievable. While he was eloquent, the expression on his face became more and more strange, "If you know why the other party is following you, wouldn't this solve the problem better? Don't you think so, Zesheng? "

Zhou Shuo threw the rhetorical question to Wang Zesheng on the opposite side in confusion, but he frowned even tighter, and nodded hesitantly after a long silence.

Zhou Shuo was stunned for a moment with his mouth open, and then he was overwhelmed by his own intelligence.

Fuck, Zhou Shuo, you are so smart, you actually convinced yourself and Wang Zesheng that piece of wood at the same time! !You are so fucking smart! ! !How did your mother give birth to such a smart son like you!

"Then..." Wang Zesheng said in a flat tone, pursed his lips, looked straight at the opposite person who was secretly laughing, and paused before saying, "Why is he following me?"

"..." Zhou Shuo, who was complacent, was choked by his question, and couldn't think of an excellent excuse for a while, he hesitated and couldn't speak, "Well..."

On the opposite side, Wang Zesheng squinted at him, and said a low "En?", and his face, which had finally eased, became cold again.

"Then what...of course I know," Zhou Shuo scratched his head and paced back and forth on the spot, not daring to look up at him, "He...he..."

Zhou Shuo held back for a long time, thinking about all kinds of reasons in his mind, until finally he didn't know what he was talking about: "This stalker, he has a crush on you!!"

Wang Zesheng: "..."

Zhou Shuo: "..."

The two looked at each other, and finally Wang Zesheng broke the silence. He glanced at Zhou Shuo, frowned and said a few words: "...you haven't taken your medicine?"

Zhou Shuo was so choked that he couldn't speak. After a while, he felt like a deflated ball. He froze and yelled "Baibai~" with his mouth curled up. Looking at his tall and strong figure, Wang Ze's head was throbbing.

Baibai is Wang Zesheng's nickname. His original name was Wang Bo. The tone of Bai and Bai is similar. People who are close to him call him Baibai. Since he was ten years old, he was accused by a fortune teller and a murderer. He changed his name until the end. Even the nickname Bai Bai is not allowed.

"I admit that I did something wrong today... just calm down, my parents won't come back today, can I treat you to dinner?" Zhou Shuo clasped his hands together, pleadingly, "Do you want I will treat whatever you want, no matter how expensive it is!"

Wang Zesheng's froze expression loosened a bit. He glanced at the game disc on the floor, snorted coldly and walked out of the room, but Zhou Shuo secretly heaved a sigh of relief behind him.

"Let's talk while we eat," Zhou Shuo still had a doggy face when he put on his shoes in the entrance, "Calm down, forgive my nonsense just now and forget about the game, okay?"

Wang Zesheng stood at the door, glanced at his bulging wallet on the shoe rack, and slightly pursed his lips: "...En."

It may be because this street is relatively close to the school. There are various snack bars and takeaways on both sides of the street. Wang Zesheng doesn't come here often, and he is not familiar with the surrounding environment. Zhou Shuo is leading the way. .

"I'll treat you to home-cooked food today, okay? I know there's a restaurant there," Zhou Shuo chewed gum and walked backwards, with a mysterious expression on his face. Brush DC, that is, the store is relatively remote, in a small alley."

Wang Zesheng casually said "En", but his eyes wandered between the large and small restaurants on both sides of the street, as if he had discovered something, he frowned: "There is no wonton restaurant?"

"Wontons?" Zhou Shuo paused, and glanced at him a little strangely, "Do you want to eat wontons? Yes, there are...but what's so delicious about them?"

Wang Zesheng pursed his lips and glanced at him, but remained silent.

"That's right, you're the boss, can you just eat wontons?" Zhou Shuo waved his hands helplessly, and was about to continue walking when he saw Wang Zesheng standing still, "What's wrong, let's go, go eat There are wontons, don't you want to eat wontons?"

"..."

The lines of Wang Zesheng's face began to tense at some point, his brows were frowning slightly irritable, Zhou Shuo also noticed his strangeness, poked his head over and smiled.

"What's the matter, are you so hungry that your stomach hurts?"

"..." Wang Zesheng pursed the corners of his lips vigorously, stood there in silence for a while before uttering a few words: "He's here."

Zhou Shuo froze for a moment, but was still at a loss: "Who? Who's here?"

Wang Zesheng didn't speak immediately, but suddenly dragged Zhou Shuo forward in a hurry.

"What are you doing, you, this is a new dress I bought, don't stretch the sleeves for me..."

"Shut up," Wang Zesheng glanced at him, and said a few words coldly, "Stalker."

Zhou Shuo was dumbfounded, and subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Wang Zesheng secretly pinched his arm.

"Hiss—it hurts me to death," Zhou Shuo muttered and quickly rolled up his sleeves, "Are you a buffalo, so powerful."

Wang Zesheng ignored his words, patted his hand, changed positions and dragged him, without stopping his steps.

"..."

Seeing Wang Zesheng's terrifying expression, Zhou Shuo didn't dare to say a word, and he realized it after walking a few steps—fuck, did he almost startle the stalker behind him just now when he turned around?

"Then what should we do now?" Zhou Shuo's face was a little ugly, he frowned and muttered in a low voice without turning his head to look behind him again, "But how do you know that someone is following you, maybe it's an illusion?"

"Impossible." Wang Zesheng's three words severely shattered Zhou Shuo's fluke mentality, and made him secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The sight behind him was too targeted, it was absolutely impossible to be an illusion, Wang Zesheng felt that his back was going to be pierced by that naked and fiery sight.

I wanted to make a good plan with Zhou Shuo today on how to catch that stalker, but the specific plan has not been discussed yet, but being followed by the damn stalker, Wang Zesheng fell into an inexplicable irritability .

He really didn't want to encounter such a thing.

"Is there a closed and narrow space nearby?"

"Ah... that's where the pickled fish shop I mentioned just now..."

"Let's introduce him first, and the small place can take the opportunity to catch him."

Zhou Shuo glanced at him, nodded, and led the way into an alley familiarly.

Wang Zesheng pursed his lips tightly, and his palms were secretly clenched as he followed closely.

This time, we must find out your true face.

The author has something to say: #痴汉日记#

2014. 3, 12

... Saw him, was with that gorilla, and the two were talking and laughing(?) It was so annoying.

Where are they going?