On the Possibility of Finding Success in Online Dating

In mid-November, the top ten students in Class A and other interested students began to prepare for the composition competition.

There is a role model with a perfect score in the last row of the class. Although there have been bad rumors, the enthusiasm of the students for learning and enthusiasm for the competition made everyone forget for a while that this was once called "school bully". The boy from the school came to ask Zheng Xiyao for advice as soon as the class break.

The composition competition this time is not quite like the traditional composition. It is a bit more prose. It is still a narrative prose, which requires vivid language and emotion. It is best to be lyrical that can move people to tears. The most important point after the end .

Still have to sublimate.

Knowing that Zheng Xiyao, who finally asked for promotion, said three words: "Promote your sister."

Cai Ji will also participate in this competition, but was forced to go by the teacher.

Zheng Xiyao knew Cai Ji too well. His younger brother studied well and had a clever mind, but he couldn't learn to write lyrical prose, and he couldn't express his feelings at all.

Even a cold-faced school bully like Zheng Xiyao can bite the bullet and squeeze out a little empathy, but Cai Ji can't squeeze it out.

Zheng Xiyao asked him to recall the girl he once liked, and asked him to find that feeling, but Cai Ji was aggrieved and replied that he had never liked a girl.

Zheng Xiyao made him think of a goddess again, but he was scolded for no reason.

"That's a goddess! A goddess! Can you think of anything you want? Ah?!!!"

Zheng Xiyao laughed angrily, and gave up his guidance to Cai Ji without saying a word, and let him fend for himself, even the emoticons of kneeling on the ground and crying were useless.

The last class on Friday morning was English from the head teacher. Wang Se always cared about the students and asked them to go to dinner after class 5 minutes early.

"Zheng Xiyao!" Wang Se stopped him, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Zheng Xiyao quickly checked in his mind whether he had a fight recently, made a mistake, or forgot to hand in his homework, and after confirming that none of these three items were present, he boldly stepped forward to the podium.

Wang Se asked him, "Are you planning to stay?"

Zheng Xiyao was taken aback for a moment, blinked and answered honestly: "For now...no, what's the matter, teacher? Isn't No. [-] Middle School a voluntary accommodation?"

"It's voluntary." Wang Se said, "But your professional courses will start next week. They start on February, Four and Six. Except for Saturdays, which are after evening classes, they don't end until after nine o'clock. The school is worried about your safety. You guys have a suggestion, whether you can live or not depends on your personal wishes, I will give you a list first, and apply at any time, okay?"

"Okay." Zheng Xiyao took the list and asked casually, "Where are the others? I won't be the last one you ask, right?"

Wang Se smiled and said, "You're so smart, you're the last one, and you're the only one who doesn't stay."

When leaving work with Zheng Xiyao, Wang Se suddenly thought of something, and joked: "It just so happens that another dormitory is full. If you live in it, you may be able to live in a single dormitory for a long time. Don't miss this opportunity." Lost never to come again."

Who are you fooling, no matter how it sleeps for one person, won't it eventually become a multi-person room?

There were few people at the school gate this time, and Zheng Xiyao was not afraid of bumping into people, so he walked very quickly and even lowered his head to scan the contents of the list.

Seeing the "Parents' Signature" line at the bottom, Zheng Xiyao belatedly remembered that there was not only an essay competition in December, but also a parents' meeting, a large one. Wang Se also asked his parents to prepare a speech. To speak in front of the high school.

God is going to kill me.

Where the hell does this tell me to find my parents?

Just as he was depressed, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him.

The palm prints are clear, the joints are distinct, and the fingers are thin and long, just like a pair of hands playing the piano.

The lifeline is quite long, there is a cornucopia, and the palmistry is not bad, Zheng Xiyao thought to himself, looking up at the person who blocked him along this hand.

Yu period.

Zheng Xiyao was surprised and delighted, and asked him, "When did you come back?"

"Just back." Yu Qi said, raised his other hand and handed the milk tea to Zheng Xiyao, saying, "The one you gave me last time was not bad, I don't know if you're tired of drinking it, do you want it? "

"Drink." Zheng Xiyao took the milk tea with a smile, followed Yu Qi to his studio, and took a big mouthful, "I can't do it if I'm thirsty. I almost missed the bus when I got up late in the morning. I didn't bring a cup. I didn't drink water in the morning, and I died of thirst."

Yu Qi said: "Who told you to stay up late at night to play games."

Zheng Xiyao pouted, and said dissatisfiedly: "I didn't stay up late to play games, I was studying hard."

Yu Qi raised his eyebrows, with a look of "I don't believe it, but I'm willing to listen to you".

Zheng Xiyao said: "Politics, history, geography notes, the teacher talked too fast, I wrote the notes in the book, some of them were so difficult that I couldn't even read them clearly, so I had to go to the notebook! Otherwise, I would wake up and wake up." I really can't remember what it is!"

Yu Qi rubbed Zheng Xiyao's hair and asked, "Aren't we smart?"

Zheng Xiyao had no choice but to say: "Smart people don't have the ability to remember with a photograph. One teacher teaches a whole chapter in one class, but the mouths of the three teachers are like machine guns. A smart child's head capacity is about to explode. You have to clear the memory, or it will crash."

What he said was interesting, and his tone of voice was quite lively one after another. Yu Qi couldn't help laughing after he finished speaking.

After laughing, he wiped away the tears from the laughter, took the key and opened the door of the studio.

There were already three dishes, two soups, and two bowls of rice on the small table. It seemed that Yu Qi bought the rice before going to pick up Zheng Xiyao at the school gate.

Yu Qi pushed Zheng Xiyao's shoulders to the kitchen to wash his hands. Seeing that half of the paper in his pocket was exposed, he took it out and glanced at it, and asked, "Do you want to stay?"

"No." Zheng Xiyao wiped his body habitually after washing, and said, "The teacher suggested that I live there, saying that the professional class ends after nine o'clock, and I'm afraid it's not safe for me to go home alone."

Yu Qi said "Oh" and said with a smile, "That's not safe."

Zheng Xiyao rolled up his sleeves and opened the lid of the plastic box of food, and asked with chopsticks in his mouth, "Didn't you teach me professional courses?"

Yu Qi spread his hands, put the accommodation application form on the table, and said, "I only teach photography, not editorial, and you can't learn photography at the beginning. You probably have to wait until the second year of high school before I can teach you."

"what?"

Disappointed, extremely disappointed, Zheng Xiyao's ball would deflate if a needle was given.

Depressed, Zheng Xiyao picked up a chopstick of cauliflower and skillfully shook off the prickly ash on it, sighing and muttering: "Then why did I learn it so early?"

What he thought in his heart was that anyway, he and Yu Qi lived together, and it didn't matter what time school ended. Someone could go home with him, so he didn't have to worry about safety.

But before finishing the rest of the sentence, he continued to eat a mouthful of vegetables and eat a mouthful of depression.

Yu Qi looked at Zheng Xiyao's worry about eating, and sighed inexplicably. When he sat across from him, he found that the plastic bag of his bowl of rice had also been opened, and there was a small pile of rice on it. It is Zheng Xiyao's favorite dish.

Yu Qi rubbed his dry lips and said, "Although I don't teach, I didn't ask me not to sit in. Your safety can still be guaranteed."

Zheng Xiyao stopped chewing and looked up at him with stars in his eyes again.

"Really?"

Yu Qi was amused by his cautious tone, and deliberately said: "Fake."

Everything tastes good when you are in a good mood, although Zheng Xiyao put the eggplant in the ground three delicacies into Yu Qi's bowl with disgust in the end, but Zheng Xiyao ate all the potatoes in that box!

The plastic box can be packed and thrown away after eating, and there is no need to wash the dishes.

Zheng Xiyao slipped to Yu Qi's sofa after eating, spread out the blanket and covered himself, trying to take a nap with Yu Qi's thigh curled up on top of his head.

Yu Qi asked him, "Is it uncomfortable for you to sleep like this?"

Even after asking this question, he still didn't give way!

Zheng Xiyao knew that he was deliberately watching a joke, so he opened a pair of big black eyes and stared straight at Yu Qi, with a hippie smile on his face and asked, "It's hard, then you just let me lie on your lap." Are you going to bed?"

"When did I say—"

Before Yu Qi could finish speaking, he saw a little head rushing up, resting on his lap with peace of mind, showing his big teeth, and said with a smile, "Thank you Brother Qi, I knew you were really kind."

Yu Qi couldn't laugh or cry, and slapped him on the head: "Stop talking nonsense, go to sleep."

"..."

Zheng Xiyao was just joking with him. If he said something, Zheng Xiyao got up and went to sleep on the opposite sofa. Who knew he didn't say "get up", he said "quick sleep".

Then do you want to let people sleep, Zheng Xiyao thought to himself, and slowly closed his eyes.

It closed for two seconds and opened again.

"elder brother."

Yu Qi looked down at him: "Huh?"

Zheng Xiyao tentatively asked: "There will be a parents' meeting next month, and the parents will have to speak. See if you can..."

Yu Qi refused without hesitation: "No."

Zheng Xiyao asked: "Why?"

Yu Qi sighed and said, "Think about it, the students majoring in editorial at your school will be able to see me next week, and then I will follow you to the parent meeting. Do you still think you are not famous enough? Huh? Just buckle up." An 8-point master?"

The word "Great God" can be said by others, but when Yu Qi said it, Zheng Xiyao felt embarrassed, his ears turned red, and he began to mutter again: "If you can't go, you can't go, take it What am I joking about?"

Yu Qi asked him: "If others can call me, can't they? Are you still shy?"

Zheng Xiyao retorted: "What the hell... Why are you ashamed? It's called embarrassment. If someone else is someone else, can you be like someone else? Of course you can call it whatever others like, you..."

Zheng Xiyao suddenly paused, not knowing what to say, but Yu Qi's eyes were full of expectations.

Zheng Xiyao sucked his lips, and continued to bite the bullet: "Even if I have always been so good... this, this is the same as being forced to perform in front of my parents. Sorry, it's normal, normal!"

After speaking, he sighed, as if he had completed some important task.

Yu Qi lowered his head and was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I can ask my mother to give you a speech. She is well-informed and doesn't need you to write a manuscript."

Zheng Xiyao's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Yu Qi didn't deliberately tease him again this time, he patted Zheng Xiyao's head lightly, nodded: "Really."

The matter of the parents' meeting was also resolved, Zheng Xiyao was completely relieved, turned his back to Yu Qi, and fell asleep comfortably with his eyes closed.

It wasn't a very comfortable sleep either.

He said he was asleep, but his mind was quite active, he thought about a lot of things in a mess, and even had a dream.

Zheng Xiyao dreamed that he had turned into a palm-sized hedgehog, lying in Yu Qi's palm, touching his face with his fingers, and pinching the thorns on his back, all of which made Zheng Xiyao feel comfortable , Slowly relax, no longer group yourself into a group.

Who knew that as soon as he relaxed, that finger would come to poke his stomach, and he regarded all foreign objects that tried to touch his stomach as enemies, and he rolled himself up again.

In the end, his head was rubbed again, and he opened his body in a useless manner, revealing the softest belly in his whole body, and let others knead him.

What a fucking shame!

Zheng Xiyao, who woke up, felt his face was a little hot.

He lay on Yu Qi's lap for a while, then sat up in despair, buried his face in his hands, and muttered depressingly: "Fucking idiot Cai Ji, don't tell me I'm a hedgehog...hedgehog, hedgehog, hedgehog!" You fucking hedgehog!"

The more he mutters, the more irritable he becomes.

After being irritable, he subconsciously glanced at Yu Qi.

Unexpectedly, Yu Qi also fell asleep.

Zheng Xiyao hugged the blanket and twisted his body and stared at Yu Qi for a while, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Yu Qi and Yu Ying looked alike, and also felt that Yu Qi's appearance was really gentle, similar to Yu Ying's own kindness The difference is gentleness, but when you get close to him, you will find that there is a distance between you and him.

There are so many mothers and children in the world who look alike, so there is nothing to make a fuss about, Zheng Xiyao thought.

Thinking of this, Zheng Xiyao suddenly thought of Yu Qi's hand and palm prints when he was at the school gate.

Yu Qi seemed to be sleeping very familiarly. Thinking of this, Zheng Xiyao quietly reached out and grabbed Yu Qi's, put it on his hand, and drew his fingers along the palm lines on his palm.

"what?"

Zheng Xiyao muttered softly, Yu Qi's lifeline is really long, but this is the first time he has encountered a lifeline that tends to break in the first half. This person has experienced some kind of catastrophe of life and death when he was young. ?If you succeed in crossing the robbery, you will be rich and powerful.

Both the career line and the emotional line are good, and the good ones make Zheng Xiyao envious.

Is that what you said?

Yes, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future blessing. Zheng Xiyao feels that he is also a survivor. Why hasn't the future blessing come here for so long?

Suddenly, Yu Qi's palm shrank because of the itching, and then his fingers were also retracted abruptly.

—— Zheng Xiyao's fingers were held in Yu Qi's palm like this.

Zheng Xiyao stopped breathing suddenly, pretending to raise his head inadvertently, and met Yu Qi's eyes.

There was a whirlpool in his eyes, first he attracted Zheng Xiyao to the side, but he did not reveal its horror, when Zheng Xiyao got closer and closer, the small whirlpool suddenly turned into a big whirlpool, struggling hard It will cause a little loss of strength, and Zheng Xiyao will not be able to run away even if he wants to.

Zheng Xiyao just looked into his eyes like this, and suddenly felt that they were too close, so close that it seemed that if he moved a little further, he would fall into Yu Qi's arms.