Oxidation reaction

"You also know that this is a rumor?"

Fang Congxia's expression was indifferent and restrained, and his eyes looking at Ruan Nanshen were like a sharp knife, and also like a ball of light in the center of the sun, which was unusually piercing.

In fact, Fang Congxia didn't act too aggressively, and didn't even want to use violence like last time in the laboratory.

But Ruan Nanshen felt unprecedented anxiety and panic. He lowered his head silently, not daring to speak, and not daring to breathe hard, as if this could reduce Fang Congxia's anger.

"Did you know that if you open your mouth to spread rumors, you will lose your legs if you dispel them?"

Fang Congxia breathed heavily, thinking of something, the restraint in his expression gradually crumbled, and with a sullen face, he said, "I really don't understand, what exactly did I offend you, and you want to hurt me so much? The interview is, the video interview is, Li Ming said that you are obedient and that you cooperate with the work, why do you start to feel awkward when you come to me.

Tell me, what did I offend you? "

Ruan Nancan shook his head slightly, and kept his mouth shut.

"More than 3000 floors, you fucking dare to be smart enough to send me a link, I really, really, fuck it."

Fang Congxia slammed the cigarette butt on the railing to extinguish it, as if he had suffered a great humiliation.

After a pause, he glared at Ruan Nancan and shouted: "You haven't even tried it, so you just say I can't do it! You are still a science experiment student, do you understand the principle of true knowledge through practice? You are so unscrupulous that your professor do you know?!"

After waiting for a while, he couldn't get a response from Ruan Nancan, so he gouged out Ruan Nancan's eyes angrily, and growled at him: "I've said so much, you should give me a fucking answer!"

The rain stopped slowly, Ruan Nancan blinked mechanically, raised his face and looked up at Fang Congxia.

Fang Congxia looked really angry, raised his eyebrows angrily, raised his eyebrows, and stared, full of a fierce expression, just like the most vicious black cat in Lao Zhou's yard getting angry.

There is a brief blank in the brain, like a black and white movie with a broken card.

The contents of the manual floated through Ruan Nancan's heart one by one. After a few seconds, he looked at Fang Congxia and asked blankly: "Then...then, can I try it with you?"

"Try a fart!"

Fang Congxia's face darkened again, his chest heaved up and down, as if he was very angry, "What kind of brain circuit do you have? Do you know what the point is?"

He scratched his hair irritably, and paced up and down the corridor with his arms folded, attracting frequent glances from passers-by.

At this time, Ruan Nancan finally remembered the remedy he had done for this matter.

He anxiously grabbed Fang Congxia's clothes corner, and before the other party flung it away impatiently, he lowered his eyebrows and said pleasantly: "It's not that I didn't contribute at all! Those two [-]-word essays on the campus forum clarified for you It was written by me, and, also, the... chicken drumsticks from the canteen that day... Also, it's also my compensation for you."

Hearing this, Fang Congxia snorted coldly, his eyes filled with teasing, "Give me chicken legs as compensation?! I'm so fucking mad at you!"

He pressed his brows together, almost lost his mind from anger, bent his back and held the railing, let out a long breath, and said in a suppressed voice, "I really can't communicate with you.

You tell me first, why do you lie to those girls, I can't do it? "

Of course it's because I like you and don't want you to be with them.

Ruan Nancan almost blurted out, but he chose to remain silent, lowered his head again, twisted his fingers, not daring to make a sound.

Ruan Beichuan warned him that the failure rate of confessing without a good impression is as high as 90.00%.

He didn't want to and couldn't take the one percent risk.

"Speak!" Fang Congxia was furious and yelled at him with his neck stuck.

Something has to be said.

Ruan Nancan's brain is running fast, and all the speaking skills he has learned since birth are like the codes of a computer, sliding back and forth in his mind.

For a long time, he lowered his head in frustration, unable to find a suitable word to calm Fang Congxia's anger.

For every lie told, it takes more lies to complete.

But Ruan Nancan was not good at lying or talking by nature. He seemed to be unable to do anything except studying and doing experiments.

"I, I can't tell..." Ruan Nancan's voice was very low, with an imperceptible crying tone, "I'm sorry, I was really wrong."

Fang Congxia didn't speak, his eyes turned cold inch by inch.

At this time, the pre-class preparation bell rang abruptly, and the instructor came from the end of the corridor with the roll call under his arm.

Ruan Nanshen raised his head, glanced at Fang Congxia carefully, and whispered: "I'm going to class, don't be angry, it's not good for your health."

"I'll leave you the umbrella, I'll go to class first."

After speaking, he pushed the long-handled umbrella against the wall towards Fang Congxia, and hurried to the classroom with his schoolbag.

Before entering the door, he looked back at the direction of the corridor, only to find that Fang Congxia was no longer there, only the lonely long-handled umbrella and a few footprints extending into the stairwell remained on the wet corridor.

Ruan Nancan felt that his heart was being tightly grasped, and the soreness and bitterness emanating from his stomach bag flowed through his blood to his limbs, manifesting as a pressure from the inside of his body, and even breathing was painful.

One second before the bell rang for the official start of class, the professor stepped into the laboratory, called the students on duty to turn on the projector, and played the prepared PPT for presentation.

This is Ruan Nancan's favorite biological analysis class, but he can't get up the energy to listen.

He was lying on the table, his eyes were slack, his pupils were dull, and Fang Congxia was full of anger.

When he was about ten years old, Ms. Wu and Mr. Ruan took him to the most authoritative psychiatry department in the city to see a doctor because he was always slow and indifferent to the emotional feedback from others.

The kind middle-aged female doctor diagnosed him as a patient with alexithymia, and conducted a series of interventions on him, but all had little effect.

Doctors then began advising him to substitute food for emotional feedback.

The fact that he liked Fang Congxia made him feel strange, confused, and a little painful.

Sometimes Fang Congxia is cotton candy, sometimes it is stinky bitter gourd, and sometimes it is extremely sour lemon.

Most of the time, Fang Cong Xia is a combination of lemon and bitter melon.

There are many definitions and explanations of liking in books on love relationship, but none of the books will teach him how to do it.

In Ruan Nancan's 20 years of life, Fang Congxia was the first unsolvable problem he encountered.

He couldn't solve it five years ago, and the result will be the same five years later.

But he didn't want to give up.

It started to rain outside again, and big raindrops slanted in from the half-opened window and splashed on the professor's expensive sleeves. He immediately stopped teaching and told the students by the window to close the doors and windows tightly.

The mobile phone vibrated when there was a new message on the forum, Ruan Nancan hid behind the textbook, unlocked the phone and clicked on the post.

The forum reminded him that there was a new reply on the post 5 minutes ago: "The poster who wrote the essay made sense. I think the friend in question is probably a coward. He was jealous that he had a beautiful woman to start a conversation with, so he made up such a despicable Low-level lies to confuse the public, I am the landlord of the small essay."

Seeing this, Ruan Nancan's mind flashed, he copied and pasted it to Fang Congxia's dialog box, modified it slightly, and clicked send.

[Sorry, I was wrong, don't be angry, forgive me!I spread rumors that you are not good at that, because I am jealous and envious that you have a beautiful woman to strike up a conversation with.

A weak chicken like me has never enjoyed the high-end treatment of being approached by others. I am very jealous of you for making up such low-level and despicable lies to deceive them.

My behavior is very shameless, I am a villain and a fool, don't be angry [smile] [smile]]

[If you must be angry, then I hope you won't be angry for too long.

I recently read a medical book, which said that being angry for too long is not good for the heart. I don't want you to hurt your heart because of me!Really sorry!You should be less angry with yourself! 】

The author says:

Fang: You want to send me away for mere chicken legs?

Ruan (′;︵;`): Not a single drop...