Threatened by KISS photos

The latest round of bullying has begun again, but this time the form is too special.

Every morning when I arrive at school, I see hot milk on the table; when I return to the classroom after physical education class, there are sports drinks on the desk; when I go to the toilet at noon, the table is already full of various snacks.

At first, Song Huaizhun thought that he had recruited some kind of peach blossom again, but it turned out that the person who gave the snacks was someone who had troubled him before——Jiang Huan's friend.

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Song Huaizhun's brain was running fast, ruling out the possibility that this was a new type of bullying.His mouth hooked up, and he understood Jiang Huan's intention.

He accepted Jiang Huan's bribes without refusing, and invited his deskmate Liang Zhengyu to share happily.

The phone rang suddenly, and he picked up the phone, it was WeChat.

Jiang Huan: Brother, I don’t know what you like to eat, so I bought a few more, is that okay?

Song Huaizhun couldn't help smiling, and looked at Liang Zhengyu who was eating happily.

"Actually, I don't like snacks. Snacks are unhealthy. Why do you bring so much every day?" Liang Zhengyu complained while eating.He doesn't look like he doesn't like to eat.

Song Huaizhun: Well, it’s okay.

Putting down his phone, Song Huaizhun also started eating.In fact, he doesn't like to eat snacks, which is not healthy, but if Jiang Huan gave it to him, then it's a different matter.

After a few days, because Jiang Huan fed too much, Song Huaizhun's desk was full of snacks.

Song Huaizhun: Don't give me snacks from now on.

Jiang Huan replied in seconds.

Jiang Huan: Brother, what's the matter?Don't like to eat?

Song Huaizhun: It's too much, I can't finish it.

Jiang Huan: It's okay, throw it away if you can't finish eating, pick up your favorite food and eat it.

Song Huaizhun: Waste.

Song Huaizhun put down his phone and stopped looking at it.

When I looked at my phone at night, I found a series of WeChat messages.

Jiang Huan: Brother, what do you like to eat, I will pick your favorite food for you?

Jiang Huan: Brother, then I won’t bring you snacks, can I bring you drinks?

Jiang Huan: Brother, how about I treat you to dinner, when do you have time?

Jiang Huan: Brother, how about weekends?I can do it any day, depending on your time.

Jiang Huan: Brother, I have an appointment, can you do it at noon on Sunday?can be changed.

Jiang Huan: Brother, please come back.

Jiang Huan: Brother, it’s okay, you go to work first, come back when you see it, smiling face.jpg

Jiang Huan: Brother, don’t forget to reply me, compare your heart.jpg

Song Huaizhun stretched out on the bed, read Jiang Huan's WeChat several times, the corners of his mouth curled up, put down his phone, and went to sleep.

After lying on the bed and turning over a few times, he picked up the phone again.

Song Huaizhun: Don't invite me to dinner, don't do anything, stay away from me, I won't show the photos to others.

Opening WeChat the next morning, Song Huaizhun received another string of messages.

Jiang Huan: Brother, don't tell me, I believe in you, but you have to give me a chance to show it.

Jiang Huan: If you want anything else, I'll buy it for you.

Jiang Huan: Brother, don't think too much about it. Let's treat it as friends. After all, many friends have many paths, and fewer enemies and fewer walls.

Jiang Huan: Brother, did you go to bed so early?Wronged.jpg

Jiang Huan: Brother, I won’t play around anymore. Anyway, you know what’s going on with our family. You can make a price. You can ask for less than five figures, six figures are fine, and seven figures are not out of the question...

Jiang Huan: Brother, are you really asleep?You think about it, think about it, contact me, and then delete all the photos in front of me, anyway, it's useless for you to ask for those photos.

Jiang Huan: Brother, good night, don't forget to write back to me tomorrow.

After sending that wechat message last night, Song Huaizhun was in a bad mood, and now it suddenly cleared up.

Looking at Jiang Huan's WeChat messages, he could only sigh, how fast he was typing.

Song Huaizhun: As I said, you don't have to do anything, as long as you stay away from me, I will delete the photos after graduation.

Song Huaizhun found the three photos and leaned against the bedside to look at them lost in thought.

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"Song Huaizhun, someone is looking for you at the door."

Song Huaizhun put down his pen, and when he went out, he saw a smiling Jiang Huan.

"Brother, talk?"

Song Huaizhun looked down at his watch, and Jiang Huan said cleverly, "Only 5 minutes, corridor?"

Song Huaizhun and Jiang Huan walked to the corridor. Jiang Huan looked left and right, but there was no one around, so he said, "Brother, what do you think?"

Before Song Huaizhun could speak, Jiang Huan said again: "Brother, just tell me what you want, don't be polite to me."

"I said..." Song Huaizhun said.

"No, brother, you're welcome. Let's make friends. We've known each other for so long, and we can chat. If you have something to say, just say it. If you have any needs, demands, or appeals, just come." Jiang Huan said sincerely.

"I……"

"Brother, how about this..." Jiang Huan took out his mobile phone and sent N red envelopes, "Brother, do you think it's okay?"

Song Huaizhun didn't bring his mobile phone.

"Brother Huan, what are you doing standing here?" Several people came up from downstairs, and one of them put Jiang Huan on his shoulders, "Go, get out."

Jiang Huan was carried away by several people. When he reached the corner, he put his hand to his ear, made a gesture of 6, and made a "telephone" mouth shape.

In the evening, Jiang Huan's call came, and he was still so polite: "Brother, you finally answered the phone, I have already called five times."

Jiang Huan's side was very noisy at first, but as soon as he answered the phone, everyone immediately became much quieter.

"Brother, have you made up your mind?" Jiang Huan pushed away the wine that was handed over, and he waved at a coolly dressed beauty, "Why confiscate the red envelope? Take it first, and it's time to return it after a while."

Song Huaizun leaned against the backrest and found a comfortable position.

"Brother, you see that I am so sincere, you can't leave me alone like this, give me a letter." Someone handed Jiang Huan a cigarette, Jiang Huan took it and put it in his mouth, "No, give it to me." Tips are fine too."

"I said, don't use anything, stay away from me." Song Huaizhun's voice was very low, because he was leaning on the backrest, a little lazy.

This reminded Jiang Huan inexplicably of that...kiss that day?Can it be called a kiss?

Wang Defa.

"You... what do you want to do? Play with me?" Jiang Huan murmured.

Song Huaizhun laughed softly, "You are playing with me."

"You don't want things or money. What do you want? Do you want me to kneel down and call you Dad?" Jiang Huan took down the cigarette from his mouth and said displeasedly.

Not only do I want you to kneel down and call me daddy, but I want more than you can even imagine.

Song Huaizun took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.

He seldom smokes, the cigarettes belong to Song Huaijia.He would only smoke a couple of sips when he was particularly bored. Today is not bored, but bored, and ready to move.

What would you do if the things you wanted kept pissing you off?

Can he ask for more?

Obviously Jiang Huan cares about those photos, can he use this to ask for more?

Song Huaizun was stunned for a long time, then slowly extinguished the cigarette.

Jiang Huan said something on the other side of the receiver, and then suddenly hung up the connection.

Jiang Huan threw the cigarette in his hand fiercely, but because the cigarette was too light, he didn't throw it very far.

"Jiang Shao, what's the matter?" A KTV foreman stepped forward and asked.

Jiang Huan's stern face softened when he saw the person coming, "Brother Fu, it's just in time, did uncle leave that matter to you last time?"

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In the following period, Jiang Huan continued to be courteous to Song Huaizhun frequently, sometimes he would show a big smile when he met Song Huaizhun, sometimes he would give a bottle of water to the education class, sometimes he would give a few dollars in red envelopes and a bunch of emojis, and more What is WeChat chat.

I can really talk.

All over the world, heaven and earth, Internet jokes, vulgar jokes, physical hygiene.

You can't talk without Jiang Huan, and you can't talk without Jiang Huan.

Song Huaizhun's answer rate is about [-] to [-], and the content is limited to um, ah, no, and sleep.

But Jiang Huan didn't seem to be affected at all, and his enthusiasm was still high.

Jiang Huan: Brother, were you on Yushu Road just now?

Jiang Huan: Brother, have you gone to the supermarket?

Jiang Huan: Brother, why are you going to the supermarket?

Jiang Huan: Brother, just wait, I'll be there right away.

Song Huaizhun had just received the last WeChat message when Jiang Huan appeared in front of him.Smile like a blooming flower.

"Brother, do you want to buy something? Why don't you go to a big supermarket?"

Before Song Huaizhun could reply, Jiang Huan continued, "Oh, by the way, brother's house is nearby."

"My brother's home is quite close to the school. It's great. You can just walk. Unlike my home, you have to take a taxi."

"Brother, buy this, this is delicious." Jiang Huan threw what he thought was delicious into Song Huaizhun's shopping cart without authorization.

"Brother, that's not tasty, don't take that." Jiang Huan took the things he thought were not tasty out of Song Huaizhun's shopping cart without authorization.

"Hey!" Jiang Huan let out a donkey bray, "That's it! Brother, you can get more, I didn't find it on the Internet, I didn't expect it to be here!"

Except for the vegetables that Jiang Huan didn't care about in the last cart, half of the rest were bought under Jiang Huan's intervention.

"Brother, here I come!" Jiang Huan held up the QR code of his mobile phone and showed it to the cashier during the checkout, but Song Huaizun slapped him and walked away.

Jiang Huan looked at Song Huaizhun aggrievedly, "It's fine if you don't let me pay the bill, why are you still beating me?"

After paying the bill, Jiang Huan rushed to get the packed bag, "Wow, it's so heavy, bro, each of us carries a bag, and I'll take you home."

Song Huaizhun grabbed the bag back, "No need."

Jiang Huan looked at Song Huaizhun's indifferent back, hesitated for a moment, and ran after him cruelly.

At the gate of the unit, Jiang Huan still followed Song Huaizhun.

Song Huaizun glanced at Jiang Huan, who grinned with bared teeth.

When Song Huaizun arrived at his door, Jiang Huan still followed him.

Seeing that Song Huai was standing still, Jiang Huan quickly took two steps forward, "Um...brother, here are the things I just picked." Jiang Huan pointed to the two bags of things and said.

Song Huaizun turned the key to open the door, and Jiang Huan directly followed inside.

"Take it." Song Huaizhun said, pointing to the two big bags on the ground.

Jiang Huan looked at the two bags full of things and didn't know what to do.

"Wait a minute." Song Huaizhun changed into his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Jiang Huan stood there blankly for a while, then shouted to the bathroom: "Brother, do you still have slippers?"

Song Huaizhun hesitated, and threw Song Huaijia's slippers to him.

"Go sit and wait." Song Huaizhun said.

Jiang Huan sat down on the sofa obediently, and couldn't help but start looking at Song Huaizhun's home.

Simple two-bedroom, not big, decorated in the style of more than ten years ago, very clean.Take a closer look at the light switches on the refrigerator and TV, which are covered with pink lace decorations, which is somewhat inconsistent with Song Huaizhun's temperament.

Next to the TV is a stand-up beanbag, and a pair of old gloves next to it.

He knew that Song Huaizhun had practiced Sanda. Jiang Huan thought of the dark history that Song Huaizhun, who was 1.8 meters tall, was treated like a chicken by Song Huaizhun.

A framed photo hangs above the sofa. The family of four is standing upright, it looks like it was taken by a photo studio.

At that time, Song Huaizun was a few years younger than now, but his outline and temperament basically did not change, no, it seemed that his temperament was a bit older, and now he did not have the feeling of youthful vigor back then.

Song Huaizhun's mother had dark skin, high cheekbones, and small eyes, definitely not good-looking.Papa Song's skin is quite fair, he looks gentle, and his figure is a bit too thin.Half of his brother followed his father and half followed his mother, so he could tell at a glance that he was his own.But Song Huaizhun's was more sudden, properly capitalized as a handsome guy, and all the good genes in the family were given to him.

"Brother, are you alone at home?" Jiang Huan immediately regretted asking this question. He had heard that Song Huaizhun's parents were gone, so he quickly added, "Brother's brother is not at home?"

Song Huaizun picked out what Jiang Huan wanted, packed it in a small bag, and put it on the coffee table, "Your things."

Jiang Huan took the things and looked inside. It was the few things he didn't buy online.

Song Huaizhun looked at him, as if he was giving an order to chase away guests.

Jiang Huan sat on the sofa and twisted a few times, and said abruptly: "Brother, I'm hungry."