After wrongly binding the rival's system

Chu Lingfeng held the umbrella in both hands, and tilted the umbrella towards Qin Lin.

Qin Lin: "The edge of your umbrella is blocking my eyes."

Chu Lingfeng withdrew his umbrella back again.

Qin Lin parked his bicycle downstairs and dragged Chen Lingfeng inside.

"Let's go upstairs and wash up." Qin Lin said.

The clothes of the two of them are wet and dry today. If they don't take a bath and change their clothes, they may get sick.

Chu Lingfeng said, "What about your injury?"

Qin Lin: "I'll wipe it with a wet towel."

Qin Lin ran to the bedroom and brought a new set of clothes for Chu Lingfeng: "You go first."

"Okay." Chu Lingfeng said.

By the time the two of them packed themselves up, it was almost noon.Qin Lin leaned on the sofa and said to Chu Lingfeng, "Apply the medicine for me."

Chu Lingfeng: "This is not very good, is it?"

Qin Lin: "What's wrong?"

Chu Lingfeng couldn't tell.

"Hurry up." Qin Lin said.

Chu Lingfeng gently lifted Qin Lin's clothes.

It's still the smooth and firm waist, and the big sudden bruise.

Chu Lingfeng was very careful about touching it. He never thought that one day he would treat Qin Lin's body so carefully.

Qin Lin trembled slightly.

Chu Lingfeng: "What's wrong with you? Did I hurt you?"

Qin Lin smiled and said, "Where is your kitten tickling?"

Chu Lingfeng shut himself off immediately and didn't want to speak.

The potion was a bit pungent, so Chu Lingfeng poured it into the palm of his hand first, and then touched Qin Lin's waist.

When he was in the infirmary, he didn't dare to look at Qin Lin, but now at Qin Lin's house, he still doesn't seem to dare to look at Qin Lin.

He covered his ears, and turned his attention to the dinosaur pillow on Qin Lin's sofa.

He gently rubbed the medicine away.

"And the next one." Qin Lin said.

Chu Lingfeng seemed to be scalded suddenly, and the strength of his men suddenly increased.

Qin Lin: "What are you doing?"

It was still a cat tickling just now, what's going on now, murder?

Chu Lingfeng: "I'm sorry."

Qin Lin let out a "hmm".

Chu Lingfeng: "You paint it yourself."

Qin Lin: "Look at the back of my head."

Chu Lingfeng: "Huh?"

Qin Lin: "Look at the back of this round head, does it look like there is an extra eye?"

Chu Lingfeng was silent for a moment, and asked, "Do you not mind?"

Qin Lin was puzzled: "What do I mind?"

Chu Lingfeng pulled down Qin Lin's waistband.

While applying the medicine, he thought about it in his heart, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Perhaps because the current atmosphere is so good, Chu Lingfeng suddenly developed infinite courage.

"Qin Lin." He called him in a low voice.

"What's wrong?" Qin Lin asked.

Chen Lingfeng tentatively asked casually, "Are you going to turn around?"

Qin Lin laughed and said complacently, "There are so many people chasing me, why should I turn my back on me?"

Even if he did have a little affection for Jiayi, if Jiayi turned around and said she wanted to be with him now, he would not agree.

Chu Lingfeng's courage was like a balloon that was inflating more and more. When it was the biggest, Qin Lin took a needle and punctured it with a "bang".

He pulled up Qin Lin's clothes, sat down himself, and said, "Really?"

If the loss of reality overwhelmed him, he was a little at a loss.

Qin Lin sat up, picked up a pillow and hugged it in his arms, found a comfortable position, and made a speech like a scumbag: "There are so many beautiful sisters, why do you have to look back? Everyone has everyone. The shining point, there is no need to look back for the former people, right?"

Chu Lingfeng wanted to say "um", but even he himself wasn't sure if Qin Lin heard the sound.

Chu Lingfeng struggled for the last time: "What if... the person from before regretted it?"

"That's her own business." Qin Lin said.The love of young people is sometimes not as good as the face. Qin Lin is young and vigorous, and the view of love is naturally the same. No matter what he thinks in his heart, he can't admit defeat.

"What's the matter, why are you asking this all of a sudden?" Qin Lin was puzzled.

Chu Lingfeng stood up with a bang.

"What are you doing?" Qin Lin asked.

"I'll go first." Chen Lingfeng said.

"You're not going to study at night today," Qin Lin said, "You just sleep here all day?"

"No need." Chu Lingfeng said.

"What about playing games all night?" Qin Lin asked.

"I'm sorry." Chu Lingfeng lowered his head.

"Okay then, let's go." Qin Lin stood up and sent Chu Lingfeng to the door.

As soon as Chu Lingfeng came out of the porch, he heard Qin Lin's voice behind him: "Hey, wait!"

Chu Lingfeng stopped expectantly, even he himself didn't know what he was expecting.

Qin Lin stuffed an umbrella into his hand.

"It won't be good if it still rains later." Qin Lin said.

"Thank you." Chu Lingfeng held the umbrella and watched Qin Lin close it.

He stared at the closed door without speaking.

There is also a couplet from last year's Spring Festival pasted on the door. The red paper, with gold powder ink, the handwriting is very familiar, and it looks like it was written by Qin Lin himself.

Chu Lingfeng looked at the umbrella in his hand again.

Qin Lin is very good, caring and excellent, but...he doesn't seem to like himself anymore.

As he went downstairs, he flipped through Qin Lin's social accounts.

The last one is a photo with a simple cup of milk tea, and the accompanying text is "I came to see my senior sister in the Chongren Building next door today, and brought her a cup of milk tea."

His group of cronies and friends teased all kinds of things below, saying that they were abused by him.

The penultimate article is a sentence "Copying notes is so troublesome".

This time seems to be the time for Qin Lin to sort out the notes for Song Chan.It turned out that he also knew it was troublesome.

Chu Lingfeng unconsciously remembered that the Chinese notebook that Qin Lin had given him was a thick book with careful words.

Then, there was another simple sentence, "Piao Piao celebrates his birthday today, wish him happiness."

He didn't @ him, so Chu Lingfeng didn't know, Qin Lin also posted an additional post on his birthday.

There are still a lot of replies below. He has always been very popular. A group of people asked him who Piao Piao was and if there was any new situation, but he didn't reply.

Turning forward, there is no shadow of Song Chan in the space at all.

"Fuck social death today, I went to the stage with Chu to accept the award, I am convinced, and immediately escaped from the galaxy."

"Ms. Liu is so annoying, can student Chu stand up?"

"I went to a restaurant for couples today, and the boss went into the police station. I laughed so hard."

"After reading classmate Chu's composition, I feel that the earth can't accommodate him."

"Play games with the same table and show off your achievements."

……

It was obvious before that it was all about him.

Chu Lingfeng scrolled up the page again, and looked at the latest entry "Come to the Chongren Building next door to see the senior sister".

What's so good about senior sister?

Sure enough, it was drizzling outside. Chu Lingfeng opened his umbrella, but he didn't know where to go.

He walked on West Street, and finally walked back to school.

He obviously wanted to skip class to play before, but it seemed that without Qin Lin, playing was meaningless.

He went back to the playground.

Wang Jingjing said, "Qin Lin has gone home?"

"Well, I sent him back." Chu Lingfeng said.

"That's good." Wang Jingjing nodded.

Chu Lingfeng took Qin Lin's original seat again.

There seemed to be a javelin competition on the playground, Chu Lingfeng watched, upset and lacking in interest.

Liu Feiyang was sitting obliquely above him. At this time, he was still holding a thick teaching aid to memorize questions, holding an umbrella in one hand and holding a pen in the other. His posture looked extremely awkward.

Chu Lingfeng took off his earphones and said, "Stop doing the questions."

Liu Feiyang looked at him questioningly.

Song Chan's voice of reading the newsletter was still echoing in the playground, and Chu Lingfeng asked, "What do you think of her?"

Liu Feiyang: "Who is it?"

Chu Lingfeng: "Song Chan."

"It's good." Liu Feiyang said.

Chu Lingfeng stopped talking again.

Liu Feiyang: "You won't fall in love with her, will you?"

"No." Chu Lingfeng said.

Liu Feiyang joked: "If you really fall in love with the same person as Qin Lin again, you two really don't have to be friends."

"Yes." Chu Lingfeng said.

Liu Feiyang was keenly aware of his emotions: "In a bad mood?"

"It's a bit annoying." Chu Lingfeng said.

Liu Feiyang put away the book, changed seats with the person next to Chu Lingfeng, and sat next to Chu Lingfeng: "Come on, Brother Chu, tell me to make me happy."

Chu Lingfeng didn't know how to speak, more precisely, he couldn't speak at all.

Said that he regretted rejecting Qin Lin?Or was he caught off guard by being a straight man, and Qin Lin went straight back in the end?

Listening to Song Chan's voice, he finally captured the subtle emotions in his heart since the last flower delivery incident.

It's jealousy.

Chu Lingfeng had lived for 16 years and had never experienced an emotion.

His family is happy, his family background is superior, and his appearance is good. It seems that he has never had anything against him since he was a child. Even though he has no talent in literature and his Chinese performance is often ridiculed, he has never felt inferior.

In the past, some people would say bad things about him behind his back. For example, Zhang Jiahao, Qin Lin and Liu Feiyang would say that Zhang Jiahao was jealous of him, but he actually forgot after hearing it—he didn’t understand at all in essence, why Jealousy of a person, and what is jealousy.

Now he seemed to finally understand that it was never too early or too late for this lesson.

Qin Lin would buy snacks for others, occupy a seat in the cafeteria for others, copy notes for others, play games with others, hold hands, hug, draw pictures for her, defend her in front of everyone, let her sit in the back seat of his car, then kiss.

The subtle emotion of jealousy is like a little plum. When I think about it, my teeth become weak and my heart becomes sour.Although it is so tiny, it keeps lingering in people's chest, making people feel sad just thinking about it.

Chu Lingfeng didn't really want to tell Liu Feiyang.It seems to be more difficult to reveal your dark emotions in front of good friends than in front of strangers.But he was really sad, and he didn't know what to do next.

"It's nothing." Chu Lingfeng said.

Liu Feiyang patted Chu Lingfeng on the shoulder and continued to do the questions, but this time, he didn't put on the earphones.

Chu Lingfeng lowered his head and sent a question anonymously.

Chu Lingfeng: "My deskmate liked me before and confessed to me, but I didn't like him, so I rejected him. Now I like him, but he doesn't seem to like me anymore, what should I do?"

"Thank you, are you talking about tongue twisters? But it's okay, what if he still has more feelings for you?"

Chu Lingfeng: "No, he has a new romantic partner."

"Are you at the same table as him? If he didn't ignore you, then you are definitely saved! What kind of character does he have? What kind of person does he like?"

Chu Lingfeng: "Well...he has a nice personality and likes to target me, but not recently. Does he like sweeter things?"

"Like to target you? Then you have a better chance. The little boy has a good face, and he can't be embarrassed when you reject him. If you act like a baby to him, maybe it will be fine."

behave in a spoiled manner?Chen Lingfeng's pupils trembled.

He replied with mixed feelings: "But I'm a boy."

"?"

Chu Lingfeng: "Did I say it too late?"

"The title master's patch really hit my waist."

"The subject, if he liked you before, it must be because you have some advantages that he particularly appreciates. How about your conditions, try to develop your own advantages again? Find out the point that he likes you."

"Yes, I think so too."

Chu Lingfeng: "I'm barely okay."

"Is the subject so confident?"

"Really? I don't believe it. Tell me specifically."

Chu Lingfeng: "I'm quite tall and good-looking. I'm the school girl of our school. I have won many national awards, and He Faxiao sold patents. My family conditions are also quite good. I have tens of billions of assets? But I'm a little biased, and the liberal arts are too bad."

Row after row of ellipses below.

"Tell me about your deskmate?"

"He seems to be a suspense writer? I haven't read what he wrote specifically. He is also a grassroots student in our school. He used to be my rival in love. He likes to fight. He is very bad at math, but he is very versatile. On my birthday, I drew a picture in a big book ...he seems to be short of money."

In Chen Lingfeng's eyes, everyone except himself was poor.

Below is another row of ellipsis.

"Do you still want to say that you are 150 in mathematics and he is 145+ in Chinese. Although the two of you are biased, you can get early admission to top universities?"

Chu Lingfeng: "Yes."

"Oh, I get it, with tens of billions of assets, a rich school grass × crazy criticism, a poor poor school bully, a double-departed department, a rival in love turned into a lover."

"I also understand the specific direction. The next step is to chase the wife's crematorium, right, the subject?"

"The subject of the blind guess is no more than 14 years old."

"Thank you for writing the test meme for the rest of my life."

"Little sister, it's not good for rotten cancer to enter the brain. I dare not write like this in novels. This person's setting is too outrageous."

"Let's go, the master, you study hard."

"I'm talking about you, don't be addicted to Tanmei, and use your brains when you write next time, it's all gone."

Chu Lingfeng: "?"

The author has something to say: "About Chu Piaopiao's Fabrication of False Characters"

感谢在2021-05-2521:50:16~2021-05-2622:41:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 month;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 2 Yeweiyue; 1 Sunflower does not wither;

Thank you to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: mean ghosts and things, Mo Mo can't speak, when the rainstorm is coming, (-o-) 10 bottles; Ye Weiyue 8 bottles; everything here has a beginning and an end 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!