My past life was a fan of all men

The moonlight is getting thicker, the autumn wind is brisk, time slips past when Mo Lang and Tan Cheng are standing shoulder to shoulder by the railing, Tan Cheng raises his head slightly, looks at the night sky dotted with cold stars, Mo Lang turns around, reaches out to pat the Smoke and dust, step by step want to go back to the classroom.

Tan Cheng stopped him suddenly, "Wait, didn't you ask me why I went to you last night?"

Mo Lang turned his head and opened his eyes, which were dotted with black rocks, and his eyes fell on Tan Cheng.

Tan Cheng stretched out his slender white left hand, put one hand into his trouser pocket, took out a pure white mobile phone, and said in a warm voice: "I want to give you a mobile phone." He walked towards Mo Lang, stretched out Pick up Mo Lang's wrist with his right hand, and put the mobile phone in his palm.

Mo Lang frowned, Mo Tan's clear and bright eyes were like dead branches shaking in the cold wind, unable to find a focus at all, letting the wind blow.

"Why did you give me your mobile phone?" Mo Lang's frown became more and more intense.

Tan Cheng withdrew his lips and said with a faint smile: "How can my friend not have a decent mobile phone."

Mo Lang: "..."

"No, I can't take it." Mo Lang returned the phone to Tan Cheng, "If I want it, I can buy it myself."

Tan Cheng lowered his eyelids and pondered for a while, and when he raised his eyes again, the deep eyes shone brightly, he locked his thick eyebrows tightly, and said lightly: "You really don't want it?"

"It's too expensive, I can't ask for it." Hearing Mo Lang's reply, Tan Cheng looked up to the sky and laughed three times, "You miser, you still tell me that it's too expensive to ask for it? Remember, our first I will remit [-] to you once we meet."

Mo Lang stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, his facial expression twisted, "It's different, I helped you that time, but if I take it this time, it will be something for nothing."

Tan Cheng picked up the mobile phone with his right hand, raised it above his head, leaned back about half a step, pointed at his back, and threw the mobile phone vigorously into the dark night sky in a beautiful arc.

Mo Lang hastily ran forward and grabbed Tan Cheng's wrist, with the wind on his legs, he leaned forward with inertia and almost flew out of the railing, but Tan Cheng held his waist with one hand and locked him on his chest. The people are close to the body and their eyes are facing each other, the waves are flowing, full of affection.

"Crazy you, don't die, this place is five stories high." The tiny veins on Tan Cheng's neck were protruding, and he hugged Mo Lang more and more tightly with one arm.

Mo Lang straightened up and reached out to push him away, "You are crazy, that mobile phone is so expensive, why are you willing to throw it away!"

Tan Cheng Mo Tan looked deeply into Mo Lang's eyes, and the corner of his mouth burst into a smile, "Why, you love my money..."

Mo Lang stood up straight, puffed out his mouth and blew towards the bangs on his eyebrows, and said calmly, "I don't care about the money, but it shouldn't be wasted."

Tan Cheng's smile deepened at the corner of his mouth, his two star-like eyes fixedly looked at Mo Lang, and the corners of his slightly pursed mouth were like spring water flowing through his heart, and his heart was bursting with joy.

The evening wind blew the corners of his army green instructor uniform, and the face of the model's three-dimensional cover photo was even more elegant in the wind. He then stretched out his clenched left hand and put it flat in front of Mo Lang's eyes. Five fair and slender, bony The distinct fingers opened piece by piece like a blooming rose, like a magician conjuring a mobile phone in the palm of his hand.

Under the light, the gleaming love crazy mobile phone was projected into the eyes of Mo Lang's quagmire. Tan Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled and bent his eyes and said: "I didn't throw it away, here, give it to you."

Mo Lang frowned tightly into a shape of a river, gritted his teeth, and stared at Tan Cheng from the corner of his eyes. The afterglow in the corner of his eyes was like three feet of ice, and the sharp-edged icicles pierced Tan Cheng's body. Interspersed into an ice hole, immediately clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched Tan Cheng's thick arm with great force.

"Pain..." Tan Cheng whispered.

"Who told you to lie to me, the most unbearable thing for me as a person is to be deceived!" Mo Lang straightened his gaze, with one corner of his mouth curled up.

The breeze blew over his handsome face. In a gust of evening wind, Tan Cheng looked at Mo Lang with a little more tenderness in his eyes. Mo Lang's image was already three-dimensional in Tan Cheng's heart. The cover of the male model is more 360-degree without dead angle. You can feel his warm body temperature when you reach out your hand. Standing beside him, you can feel his every gentle breath.

In fact, Tan Cheng has long known that he definitely regards Mo Lang not only as a friend, but also as a brother. He knows that his mood changes with Mo Lang's mood, like summer after a drizzle of spring, and the cold winter after late autumn. Generally speaking, the four seasons change, and the scenery and climate of the four seasons are also changing.

He never knew what it was like to be affected by a person, rejoicing because of his happiness, and empathizing with his sadness.Betrayed and hurt by his best brother five years ago, he was once depressed, thinking that all the feelings in this world cannot withstand the changes of time and space, let alone the vulgar and superficial temptation of money and power.

What is emotion?He once thought it was a toy that was tired of being played by a child, and it was thrown away in a corner, covered with layers of dust, and finally lost its luster when it was newly bought, and was thrown into the trash can with disgust, becoming a waste product.

Until more than three months ago, when I met Mo Lang in "Let's Get Drunk Tonight", this 17-year-old underage boy actually saved his own life, so he threw himself on him desperately, letting him avoid a bullet. The cold and murderous bullets were shot from behind quickly. At that moment, he knew that his locked heart was opened again. At first, it was just the care between friends, but now he has indescribable clues.

At the corner of the dimly lit corridor, a man clenched his fists tightly, and the tiny veins on his wrists protruded. His eyes were burning like a burning torch. Feeling lonely and sad.

With a stiff face, he swung his thick and powerful arms and punched the wall vigorously. The muscles on his face were twitching, and his eyes were burning red as if endless tears were pouring out.

"Okay, I'll put the phone away. Let's treat it as a birthday present from you." Mo Lang turned his back, and under the light of the incandescent lamp, his figure was stretched so long that he came to At the corner, I was about to turn into the classroom.

Tan Cheng took a small step forward, and suddenly stopped him, "When is your birthday?"

Mo Lang raised his sword eyebrows, pulled a deep smile on the corner of his mouth, and said calmly, "I won't tell you..."

Mo Lang turned the corner, his clothes fluttering, and he walked into the classroom with the wind on his legs.

Tan Cheng frowned tightly, panicking in his heart: "..."

After watching the movie and doing evening self-study, Mo Lang leaned against the pillow on the bed in the dormitory, holding the love crazy mobile phone Tan Cheng gave him in his right hand, and holding the manual in his left hand, carefully studying the "birthday gift" given to him by this little friend ".

At this time, there were only Mo Lang and Murong Zhenghua in the dormitory, Xiao Xiao Wanfeng, in the quiet dormitory, Murong Zhenghua was holding a copy of Shakespeare's "The Prince's Revenge" and read it intently. He couldn't finish reading this book. Ten times, but every time he saw it, he felt enlightened and benefited a lot.

Mo Lang flipped through the manual in his ear, and he didn't want to stir up trouble, but he was used to reading quietly, and he would never allow others to disturb him while reading.

His eyes rushed back to his eyes from the scent of books, he raised his eyes, and squinted at Mo Lang who was sitting on the opposite bed with sharp eyes, his mouth was raised on one side, and a knife mouth flew towards the knife target with a cold sentence: " Dude!"

Seeing that Mo Lang ignored him, he raised his tone by three syllables, "Isn't it just a broken mobile phone, what's there to show off!"

The words pierced into Mo Lang's cochlea, he frowned, raised his mire eyes to look at Murong Zhenghua, "Can you stop talking in a strange way, it sounds so awkward."

Murong Zhenghua closed the book in his hand, stood up straight with his back straight, walked up to Mo Lang in three steps with the strong wind on his legs, stretched out his right hand to pinch Mo Lang's white neck, and said with bulging veins: "Since childhood No one dares to refute me in front of me, you dare to provoke me openly, don't you want to live?!"

Mo Lang couldn't breathe and choked, turned his breath and squatted on his knees, stretched out his left hand from Murong Zhenghua's armpit to his back, and suddenly made a big roundabout to push Murong Zhenghua down on the quilt.

Murong Zhenghua's face was green with anger, and his four muscles were struggling desperately, but he still couldn't release Mo Lang's "life-threatening ring pressure".

"Boy, you'd better let me go right away, or you'll suffer later." He was pressed on the quilt, his face turned sideways without twisting his muscles, and his fair cheeks suddenly flushed with anger.

"Say sorry to me." Mo Lang shook his head disapprovingly.

The corners of Murong Zhenghua's mouth turned up, his eyes were bloodshot red, he let out a sullen breath from his nose, pulled his neck and continued: "I don't even dare ask me to say sorry to him, who are you!"

Mo Lang Feng Qingyun smiled disapprovingly, the expression on his face didn't change at all, the strength on his wrist became stronger and stronger, he locked Murong Zhenghua's arm with one hand, tearing his arm apart, and said "Oh!" It hurts, but I still cherish words like gold and refuse to apologize.

"You walk on your Sunshine Avenue, and I cross the single-plank bridge I built myself. We will not interfere with the river, can you agree?"

Murong Zhenghua remained stubborn and didn't say a word, his two lips seemed to be glued together with 502 super glue, and he remained silent for the rest of his life.

At the same time, Sun Ran and Zheng Dan dared to buy three bowls of fish porridge from a small shop outside the military academy and packed them back for supper. As soon as they entered the dormitory door, they saw Mo Lang squatting on a wooden bed with one knee, kicking back with his left hand. Pressing down on Murong Zhenghua, Sun Ran and Zheng Dan dared to be dumbfounded.

Sun Ran came back to his senses first, and quickly ran to Mo Lang's side, "Master, let him go, if you keep locking him, his right arm may be useless."

Hearing what Sun Ran said, Mo Lang realized that he had already used [-]% of his strength. If he didn't let go of his arm, his arm would really be used as a decoration because of blood flow.

Mo Lang hastily let go of his hand, and Murong Zhenghua's head that was close to Mo Lang's quilt was lifted slightly. At this time, Murong Zhenghua's arm was already white, stiff like a thick white radish.

It took a few minutes for the blood to return to his arm.Murong Zhenghua was annoyed, his fair cheeks were flushed like the corner of a red face in an opera, and he walked quickly to the door of the dormitory, slamming the door and leaving.

"Master, why did you fight with him?"

"Is there a reason? You don't need a reason! Murong Zhenghua has always behaved perversely and doesn't play cards according to common sense." Zheng Dan dared to take a small step forward, and then said: "Mo Lang just now, you are really too He's handsome, even cooler than a black belt in taekwondo."

Mo Lang exhaled from his mouth and blew up the slanted bangs on his thick eyebrows, calmly picked up the mobile phone that had been left beside the pillow and continued to study.

Sun Ran's eyes lit up, "Hey, master, when are you going to change your phone? It's still the latest brand!"

Mo Lang thought to himself, it's better not to tell them the truth, so as not to cause any bad things again. "I bought it myself before I came to the military academy."

Sun Ran took the mobile phone from Mo Lang's hand and looked at it carefully, "Master, it's amazing. It's a sssss model that hasn't been sold in the general market. I can't even buy it."

The light in Sun Ran's eyes was shining, he raised his eyes suddenly, and said with a smile: "Master, do you have an exclusive network? Or help me buy one too!"

Mo Lang turned sideways with a smile on his lips, "What do you buy? It's been less than half a month since you bought what you're using now, so don't waste it!"

Sun Ran: "..."

Zheng Dan dared: "Then Mo Lang, please ask someone to buy it for me. I have used this one for half a year, and it is time to change it."

Mo Lang stretched out his hand and made a zipper movement on his mouth, indicating that this topic is over.

He got down from the bed, his stomach was rumbling, and a pair of deep pool eyes full of starlight looked at the midnight snack that Zheng Dangan was holding in his hand... Drooling and swallowing a few times.

"What did you buy for supper? I'm hungry."

"It's fish porridge, master, do you like it?" Sun Ran who was standing aside blurted out.

Do I have to choose whether I like it or not?If I can choose, I hope that Uncle Liu specially prepares and cooks three-point fat and seven-point lean pork, oops!Pit father, the more I talk, the more I want to eat...

Mo Lang finished his fish porridge, brushed his teeth, and returned to the bed, half leaning on the pillow. He had memorized the contents of the manual just now, and now he just practiced it. Practice is the only way to test the truth. standard.

He put the phone in the palm of his left hand, and the slender and white index finger of his right hand slid back and forth on the screen of the phone. The page blocks on the screen turned back and forth, and finally clicked into a "Ku La" browser by accident, pointing to Thumb tapped into a link to a website in the browser——"Anti-Counterfeiting Forum"

He registered his account according to the guidelines of the newcomers on the forum. He didn't even want to write the words "No. , the world is so big, only his "three thousand temples" and "the world's number one national teacher" perfectly match, there is no one else besides that!

Immediately, I posted a post on a whim with the title:

"I am the 'No. [-] National Teacher in the World', and I will dominate the martial arts world!"