On the Possibility of Finding Success in Online Dating

It snowed on the day of the art test.

The students were led by Mr. Xiao and Mr. Song who took the advertising class, and Yu Qi was only in charge of Zheng Xiyao.

And when everyone was busy queuing up and crowded, Yu Qi and his students were sleeping on the train when they were woken up by the voice of the station announcement, asking each other where they were, they didn't know Still found it on the phone.

Zheng Xiyao's goal is clear and clear. He doesn't really want to go to art colleges, he wants to go to comprehensive colleges, and he wants to go to prestigious schools.

Just because you don't really want to go doesn't mean you really won't go.

It's time to go to the interview and go again.

Uncle Zhong forced him to come to City S, saying that the old man wanted to see the development of his daughter-in-law, and that he had already figured out how to introduce his daughter-in-law to the people next to him.

Zheng Xiyao was forced to have no choice but to interview for an acting major.

After the interview, he went back to City B without stopping, not giving Uncle Zhong a chance to invite him to dinner.

Although he was reprimanded by Uncle Zhong for half an hour, Zheng Xiyao would rather listen to Uncle Zhong's reprimand with Yu Qi on the train than being introduced to other teachers in the canteen by Uncle Zhong and his elders.

"Actually, this is an expression of my dad's pride." Yu Qi said, peeled an orange and gave half of it to Zheng Xiyao, and put the orange peel into a small garbage bag, "After all, I'm getting old, and I can't help but want to talk to Zheng Xiyao." It's no secret that you are in my dad's office because the people around you are so worried about your son and daughter-in-law."

Zheng Xiyao was sourly frowned by the orange, feeling more and more tired: "I just said why the teachers look at me so strangely..."

Yu Qi rubbed Zheng Xiyao's hair and asked, "Then you really don't plan to come here?"

Zheng Xiyao shook his head: "I'm not coming to S city."

Yu Qi pursed his lips and said after a while of silence, "I don't think you need to stay with me in City B. No matter which major you take, I still hope that you can put your future first."

"You are my future." Zheng Xiyao showed her white teeth when she smiled, sweetly, "Don't worry about me, I really have already thought about it, I think I am so good, Big B I definitely can't bear to let me go anywhere else."

Yu Qi sighed, and said helplessly, "Okay, I won't say anything more after you think it over."

In fact, it's not all for Yu Qi, Zheng Xiyao still wants to accompany his father.

His father will be able to go home next year. Before that, his father had been busy in the hospital. The father and son met so rarely. Zheng Xiyao wanted to stay in City B to spend more time with his father, and let Teacher Yu and his father get in touch with each other.

Yu Qi was nervous when he met his parents for the first time, and he will live together in the future, how can he be so nervous all the time.

After returning to city B, Zheng Xiyao stayed at the school for a few days until several media schools in city B sent out interview time and requirements one after another. Go to the exam, come back to class after the exam, the schedule is so full that the students in the class have the illusion that he is skipping class.

It made Wang Se very helpless.

He wasn't there during the class meeting, and he was writing papers on his seat in the evening class, so that the director began to wonder if the child was skipping class.

Yes, that's right, Zheng Xiyao is skipping class.

Upright warp.

Every time, there are reporters interviewing good-looking students everywhere on campus. This year, the media adopted a new model and broadcast the whole process live.This is a well-known media outlet, and they found a reporter who looked very comfortable, with a sweet smile, and even if he stretched the microphone forward, no one could refuse.

"It's the art exam season again. You can see that behind me is the best media school in city B. There are a lot of students who come here to take the exam every year. Okay, let's see if this year's students are the same as last year's. Students are just as confident.”

The reporter saw a bright student in the crowd at a glance, squatting next to a street lamp to play games, wearing a long black down jacket, lying on his stomach with soft hair, he looked very cute.

"Hello, classmate!"

Zheng Xiyao was suffering from a headache because his teammates were too rough. He looked up and saw something like a cannon pointing at him, and there was a layer of water mist on the glasses, making him feel even more irritable.

"Is it okay right now?" Zheng Xiyao pushed down his glasses, and the mist completely covered his eyes, "I'm playing ranked, it's over soon."

"Ah, okay okay."

After the reporter turned around, everyone who was watching the live broadcast saw that the student, who was about to qualify, put his mobile phone in his down jacket pocket, put on his hat and slipped away.

The big cameraman was stunned. He had been filming for so many years, and this was the first time he encountered such a way of refusing an interview.

Zheng Xiyao, who thought he had escaped a catastrophe, joined Yu Qi, and was about to talk to Yu Qi about the stupid teammate he had just experienced, when the reporter came up again. After seeing Zheng Xiyao, he was stunned for a second, and blurted out: " This classmate... have we met just now?"

Zheng Xiyao had no love in his life, and when he buried his face in the down jacket, he breathed out and fogged up his glasses, making his eyes blurred.

Zheng Xiyao took off his glasses and roughly wiped the down jacket, solemnly: "No."

Just now the reporter felt that this student looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, and now he saw Teacher Yu who was even more familiar next to the student, and immediately remembered where the familiarity was, looked at Yu Qi and said "you you you" three times, thinking She seems to have caught something.

"You are..." The reporter carefully stopped Zheng Xiyao's way, "Teacher Yu?"

Yu Qi didn't expect that he would be interviewed by a reporter just as an exam companion.

"Oh, yes."

The reporter could have imagined that the trending topic tonight must belong to her family.

"Then the one next to you is..."

The reporter subconsciously exchanged glances with the student, oh well, this student's eyes are very fierce, through the mist on the glasses, she can see the student's fierce gaze that is so fierce that she wants to eat her.

Yu Qi patted Zheng Xiyao lightly, told him to correct his attitude, and said, "Well, boyfriend."

The reporter exploded with fireworks in his heart, and showed a super-professional smile to make the students feel embarrassed to continue to be cruel to her, and his tone was extremely soft: "I always listen to Teacher Yu's praise in class, but I didn't expect to see a real person today. The appearance is really beautiful. Couldn't fault it."

The reporter noticed that the student was wearing a black suit under the black down jacket, which lost his student temperament, and he looked like a young and promising successful person, very stylish, and there were many people watching, some of them heard the reporter's question, Whisper with your companions.

"May I ask what major you applied for? I remember that the only majors open today are performance and broadcast hosting. I don't know which one you are in?"

It was so polite that Zheng Xiyao felt embarrassed without Yu Qi poking him.

Obediently and cleverly put on glasses with both hands, she held back her hands in her pockets when she wanted to hug her shoulders, pursed her lips and said, "There are all of them, there will be performances in the morning and broadcasts in the afternoon."

"Wow, then you have a wide range of majors, do you have confidence in yourself?"

Zheng Xiyao scratched his hair, looked at Yu Qi and suddenly became shy, moved behind Yu Qi with a small step, and laughed along with him: "It's okay. I'm quite confident in myself."

"Why did you hide behind Teacher Yu suddenly? Did we scare you?"

"No." Yu Qi answered the question for Zheng Xiyao, "The kid didn't write a liberal arts paper, and he would be punished by the teacher when he went to school in the afternoon. He came to the broadcasting test to avoid the punishment."

"Oh~ So that's the case, but isn't this a pre-registration? Why did this happen?"

Yu Qi didn't answer, just laughed.

The laughing Zheng Xiyao leaned her head on Yu Qi's shoulder, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Yu Qi carried the child's down jacket and hat to the camera, raised his leg and lightly touched Zheng Xiyao's butt, and said, "Say it yourself, hurry up."

Zheng Xiyao was so embarrassed that he pushed his glasses and whispered, "We have a schedule..."

Yu Qi still wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he heard Zheng Xiyao say "Oh!" He hugged Yu Qi's arm with both hands, patted him lightly, and muttered: "Don't say that!" Stop talking, save me some face, brother."

resignedly.

Yu Qi rubbed Zheng Xiyao's hair, took a small step forward to cover half of his body, and said to the reporter: "He has always been very confident in himself, I think he was in a good mood when he came out, and I guess his grades are good. "

……

"Nonsense." Zheng Xiyao muttered while drinking hot milk tea, "I was obviously in a very bad mood when I came out, and you didn't see me immediately, how do you know that my grades are good?"

Yu Qi lowered his head and replied to Xiao Qing's WeChat, asking, "How about your grades?"

Zheng Xiyao hummed proudly: "Not bad."

Yu Qi didn't reply, and reached out to rub his hair again.

Zheng Xiyao grabbed his hand and leaned on his arm as if it was stuck to him again, looked down at the message on his screen, and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with Mr. Xiao?"

"One thing." Yu Qi said, "A student made a nervous mistake and was in a bad mood. Teacher Song was comforting her."

"Then shall we go too?" Zheng Xiyao asked, "Do I know you?"

Yu Qi thought about this kid who couldn't remember his face, and said sincerely, "What do you think is the meaning of your question?"

Zheng Xiyao was silent for a while, more sincere than him: "Exhibit caring for classmates?"

"Forget it." Yu Qi said, "You don't know, there are so many people who make mistakes every day, and you have to comfort them one by one? They are not in this school, go home, and prepare for the interview at B University tomorrow."

"Okay." Zheng Xiyao let go of Yu Qi's arm and held hands with him, "I think I'm fine, brother, do you remember what class I have tomorrow?"

"You are not allowed to skip any class." Yu Qi put away his mobile phone, and his wide sleeves hung down to cover his hands lightly, "After the exam tomorrow, I will go back to school honestly, and save your teacher from saying that I am too indulgent to you. "

"sure."

Must be a fart.

When Zheng Xiyao said that he was going to the supermarket to buy some food for Song Rong, Yu Qi knew that tonight must be another sad night. When Yu Qi received a call from Song Rong with his tongue out, Yu Qi knew that tonight Not only would it be a sad night, it would be a very sad night.

"...? Hehe...brother!"

Fuck, why the fuck are you drinking again.

Yu Qiman's mind was full of these words, and he couldn't get angry even if he wanted to. He held Zheng Xiyao's wrist tightly with one hand, and carefully counted the scattered bottles of beer with the other hand.

10 bottles.

Good job, and a bottle of white wine mixed with it.

Yu Qi felt that the energy in his chest had reached its peak, as long as any small flame could make him explode on the spot.

Yu Qi made up his mind to teach him a lesson no matter what this time.

Just too used to him.

There was a bit of cold wind, and the alcohol dissipated a little bit. Zheng Xiyao lay on Yu Qi's back, staring at the double tree in front of him in a daze, and suddenly opened his mouth to bite Yu Qi's ear, and licked it.

"Hiss..." Yu Qi gasped and almost threw him off, "You have to bite me after every fucking drink, right?"

What's the point of talking to a drunk person?

Zheng Xiyao turned a deaf ear, hugged Yu Qi and continued to bite.

Yu Qi was helpless, the fire in his heart was not big or small, and he thought that when he got home, he would have to pin him down on the bed and give him a good beating, so that he would never dare to touch alcohol again.

It's just that he didn't expect the drunk person to reveal his true colors after returning home, and the ghosts and ghosts living in his body immediately appeared, and he was committed to tossing the person who subdued the demon to death.

"I fucking..."

When pinning him on the bed, Yu Qi couldn't count how many words he cursed.

"Be honest with me." Yu Qi exerted all his strength, and the veins on the hand pinching the back of Zheng Xiyao's neck burst, "Don't fucking let me slap you."

"Well?"

The child's face was buried in the quilt, struggling to lift up a little, looking back at Yu Qi with hazy eyes.

An evil fire.

"Brother~"

The drunk child is soft and waxy, not like a 20-year-old adult at all, soft and milky, directly hitting people's hearts.

"You pinched me so painful..."

Only then did Yu Qi realize that he had used too much force, pinching the back of the child's neck until it turned red.

The strength on the back of the neck was gone, Zheng Xiyao hugged the quilt and rolled over, revealing only two eyes again, looking at Yu Qi with watery eyes.

"Brother, hug me~"

Yu Qi, who was still angry, was lessened by this sentence, but he still exploded, not even getting close to the bed, with his hands on his shoulders, and his voice was cold: "Why are you hugging me?"

Even a drunk person, the deepest fear in his heart will not change.

His appearance evokes Zheng Xiyao's memories of the few minutes before the fireworks exploded on New Year's Eve. At that time, Yu Qi was also like this. He didn't approach him or smile at him, his eyes were cold, and the end of sentences no longer raised.

Tears fell down in a snap, wetting the dark quilt.

"elder brother……"

Zheng Xiyao pulled up the quilt to hide herself, sobbing softly, mumbling something, Yu Qi couldn't hear clearly.

Forget it.

Yu Qi thought to himself, why are you angry with him? He is still young, and he is always so constrained to do what he does. A child should act like a child. When he should cause trouble, as long as he can obediently admit his mistake after the trouble, he is still the one who can be accepted by others. Forgive my good boy.

Feeling tired, Yu Qi sighed silently, knelt down on the edge of the bed, slowly bent down, wrapped Zheng Xiyao in his arms, rested his head on his chest, and said softly: "I'm sorry, brother Now, I will never attack you again."