The male god taught me to attack him

The sky in August is clear, rainless and hot.

At the final scene of the Middle School Students' Creative APP Competition, Jiang Putao sat quietly by the side.

He was pulled by Yang Zhiyi to help take pictures, and he went directly into the competition venue, avoiding the tragic situation of sitting in the auditorium crowded with people.

Yang Zhiyi is Jiang Putao's good friend. The two have been classmates since junior high school and have always had a good relationship.

This time, Yang Zhiyi's girlfriend from a different school started school early. He wanted Jiang Putao to help take pictures of his heroic appearance during the competition and send them to his girlfriend, so he specially brought Jiang Putao over.

Jiang Putao didn't really just come to help, he turned his gaze to Feng Yu not far away.

Among the noisy crowd, Feng Yu was talking on his mobile phone. He was obviously seventeen or eighteen years old like everyone else. Among the other boys, his figure was still like a monkey. Feng Yu's broad shoulders, narrow waist, and back upright.

Jiang Putao touched the pocket of her trousers, wanting to take a photo of Feng Yu with her mobile phone, only to remember that Yang Zhiyi had taken the mobile phone away, saying that she borrowed it to test the app.

He put down his hand regrettably, but couldn't help staring at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu is a male god in No. [-] Middle School. He has good grades, looks, and family background. He can even win prizes for playing hobbies. He is the focus of everyone's attention wherever he goes in school. He not only attracts countless boys and girls, but also Ginger grapes.

Jiang Putao has a crush on Feng Yu, but no one knows about it except his dog friend Yang Zhiyi.

It's just that he is in class two, Feng Yu is in class one, plus he has no guts, and the third year of high school will start soon, and he still has nothing to do with Feng Yu, Feng Yu probably doesn't even know who he is.

He didn't want to have no contact with Feng Yu forever, so he also started to make some efforts, such as promising Yang Zhiyi to come to the competition site, and the pile of finished practice questions piled up at home.

Jiang Putao couldn't remember how many questions he studied during the summer vacation. Anyway, this time he only had one goal, to get into the first class at the beginning of the preliminary exam, and to be a classmate with Feng Yu. As for the others, he had to take it one step at a time.

The match scene was very lively, there were bursts of screams from the side, and many people came to see Feng Yu.

They gathered around the competition area, holding their mobile phones one by one, and kept taking pictures.

Feng Yu was talking with several other team members with his head down, his face was calm, without a trace of nervousness during the competition.

Yang Zhiyi was afraid that Jiang Putao would be bored, so she walked over.

He returned the phone to Jiang Putao:

"I just installed the APP, but I didn't have enough time to use it."

Jiang Putao took the phone, immediately turned on the camera, and took a picture of Feng Yu's profile.

Yang Zhiyi lowered his voice and approached Jiang Putuo's ear.

"When you take pictures of male gods, don't forget to take a few more pictures for me. Make them more handsome. I want to send them to Wanwan."

Wanwan is Yang Zhiyi's girlfriend from a different school.

Jiang Putao agreed, looking through the photos just taken.

During the preparation time before the competition, the team members were all busy. Jiang Putao was sitting not far away, and Feng Yu saw it as soon as he turned his head across the distance of two tables.

The sun was hot in August, and the competition site was open air. Many people were sweating, but Jiang Putao sat there in a clean suit. His skin was so white that it seemed to be translucent, and he didn't seem to feel the heat at all.

He tilted his head slightly, and Yang Zhiyi bent over beside him and said something, with a very intimate expression.

Feng Yu only looked at it once, then withdrew his gaze, and continued with the final finishing work.

Before going on stage, Yang Zhiyi told Jiang Putao one more time.

"Take a photo! Take a photo!"

Jiang Putao nodded, the camera was still aimed at Feng Yu, and took a picture of Feng Yu's back as he was walking on the stage.

Feng Yu seemed to have noticed something, turned around suddenly, and Jiang Putao pressed the shutter, just in time to capture Feng Yu's face.

He shook his hands and put down his phone. Feng Yu was already standing on the stage with the team members, and he didn't look in Jiang Putao's direction.

But on his mobile phone, the screen was frozen at the moment when Feng Yu turned his head.

Feng Yu's expression was a little indifferent, the corners of his lips were slightly downward, and his eyes were glowing emerald green under the sunlight.

I heard that Feng Yu's grandmother was of mixed blood, and Feng Yu inherited a little bit of it, so his facial features are deeper, his eyes are usually not obvious, but when he is in the sun or looked closely, he looks like a pair of cold emeralds.

Jiang Putao didn't know if Feng Yu was looking at him just now, so he lightly brushed Feng Yu's eyebrows in the photo with his fingertips, enlarged and cropped the photo, found a good angle, and finally set it as a desktop and screensaver.

Feng Yu's team prepared a study plan app, which added some AI algorithms to make adding and completing study plans as fun and lively as talking to people.

Jiang Putao didn't quite understand these things, but seeing the vivid responses of the AI ​​during their demonstrations, she felt that they were very powerful.

Holding up his mobile phone, he kept pressing the shutter button on Feng Yu, not forgetting Yang Zhiyi's instruction, to take a few pictures of Feng Yu and take only one of Yang Zhiyi.

Feng Yu stood on the stage with a calm expression and calm words. When he was demonstrating the APP for the audience and judges, he naturally glanced at the audience.

Under the stage, Jiang Putao was holding up her mobile phone, taking a picture of Yang Zhiyi who was standing on the other side of Feng Yu, and waving at Yang Zhiyi, motioning Yang Zhiyi to look at the camera.

Feng Yu paused and continued his demonstration.

The results lived up to expectations, and the team led by Feng Yu successfully won the championship.

Jiang Putao looked at Yang Zhiyi, who was jumping up and down on the stage, and turned the camera to Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was just slightly lowering his head to accept the trophy, even though he won the game, his expression was still indifferent, as if he had expected it long ago.

He kept pressing the shutter, and found that Feng Yu on the stage slowly turned his head and looked in his direction.

Jiang Putao was not convinced, and zoomed in on the screen of the phone, Feng Yu's frozen eyes also zoomed in with the screen, staring at him coldly.

Feng Yu wasn't looking elsewhere, he was indeed looking at him.

Jiang Putao was stunned for a moment, and immediately put down her phone, but Feng Yu had already turned around and led the group members off stage.

After the award ceremony was over, the crowd began to clear up. Yang Zhiyi ran over from the other side with a look of excitement and pride:

"How? I said we're sure to win, right?"

Jiang Putao congratulated Yang Zhiyi:

"Congratulations."

"Where's Feng Yu?"

Yang Zhiyi gave a "tsk" sound:

"It seems to go straight from the other side, what's the matter? You haven't had fun shooting for so long?"

Jiang Putao was a little disappointed to hear that Feng Yu had left, and got up to leave with Yang Zhiyi.

At this time, the crowd was walking out, crowded with people, accidentally bumped, and dropped the phone from his pocket on the grass, but he didn't notice it.

On the other side, Feng Yu didn't leave in a hurry, and only planned to leave when the flow of people died down.

Just about to leave, he was suddenly stopped.

"Feng Yu!"

Feng Yu turned around, he was a member of the group.

He handed a mobile phone to Feng Yu and said:

"Feng Yu, you dropped your phone."

Feng Yu lowered his head, saw Pikachu smiling silly on the back of the phone, and said:

"This is not mine."

The team members pressed the phone screen strangely:

"Isn't it yours? Look, the phone screen saver is your photo."

Feng Yu looked at his own photo on the screen saver and took it.

"Bring it."

The team members left after handing over their mobile phones. Feng Yu looked at the bright yellow Pikachu in his hand, and felt that this Pikachu was smiling in an unusually silly way.

He knew who the phone belonged to. Today, the camera of the phone was aimed at him, and of course it was aimed at Yang Zhiyi.

Feng Yu put his phone in his pocket and walked out avoiding the crowd.

Yang Zhiyi and Jiang Putao parted ways at the bus stop, and he had to stop by to see his girlfriend, and when he left, he didn't forget to ask Jiang Putao to send him his photo.

Jiang Putao agreed, and when Yang Zhiyi got into the car, he checked his pocket, but the phone was not there.

He froze for a moment, then searched another pocket, this time the phone was really gone.

Did it fall?

He remembered being hit by someone before, walked into a nearby store without any hope, and borrowed his mobile phone to call his own number.

While waiting for the connection, Jiang Putuo felt it was a pity, there were still many photos of Feng Yu in there.

Unexpectedly, the phone was connected. Jiang Putao was overjoyed and asked:

"Excuse me, did you find my phone?"

"Yeah." The other side was very cold.

Even if there was only one word, Jiang Putao recognized Feng Yu's voice immediately. He didn't expect that the person who picked up his phone was actually Feng Yu.

Jiang Putao suddenly felt nervous, he asked:

"Where are you? Can I find you?"

Feng Yu gave an address, and it was not far from the competition site.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Putao turned around, walking more briskly than when she came.

He thought a lot, maybe he could take this opportunity to get to know Feng Yu formally, at least he could introduce himself to Feng Yu so that Feng Yu knew who he was.

Feng Yu was leaning in an alley, playing with Jiang Putao's cell phone in his hand.

He turned on the screen and saw his face.

Feng Yu seemed to be surprised to be set as a mobile phone screen saver. He kept repeating the action of pressing the screen of the mobile phone until his mobile phone rang.

Feng Yu glanced at the caller ID, hung up but didn't answer.

After hanging up, the phone rang again soon.

Feng Yu hung up again, this time it wasn't the ringtone of the phone ringing, but the sound of the WeChat video call.

When Jiang Putao came, she happened to see Feng Yu making a video call.

He stopped walking forward, and stood obediently at the entrance of the alley, wanting to wait for Feng Yu to finish the video call before going over.

The video was connected, and a man reprimanded him loudly.

"Feng Yu! Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Jiang Putao was not too far away, and it seemed that there was a middle-aged man on the screen of Feng Yu's phone.

The corners of Feng Yu's mouth turned down, and his voice was indifferent:

"I don't want to take it."

The middle-aged man reprimanded him a few more times. Seeing that Feng Yu was about to hang up impatiently, he hurriedly asked:

"Have you...have you seen a psychiatrist recently?"

Jiang Putao hid at the entrance of the alley, a little confused, why did Feng Yu see a psychiatrist?

Feng Yu sneered:

"I didn't see it. Why, are you afraid that I will kill someone?"

The middle-aged man paused, his previous arrogance disappeared, and he looked a little embarrassed instead.

"What do you think of Daddy...I just..."

Feng Yu interrupted him:

"Any thing else?"

His fingertips rested on the end button again.

The middle-aged man immediately said:

"Don't hang up! Dad just wanted to ask you, did you vote for Nanying's project? Although the benefits have been greatly improved now, why didn't you tell Dad in advance? If it wasn't mentioned by someone else, I wouldn't know... How do you ask me to answer, when the time comes, let them find out that you made all these investments, where will I put my old face..."

Jiang Putao couldn't hear the next words because Feng Yu pressed the hang up button.

He turned around and his eyes fell precisely on Jiang Putao who was hiding at the entrance of the alley.

Jiang Putao shrank his shoulders, the alley was dimly lit, he couldn't see Feng Yu's expression clearly.

He was thinking about Feng Yu's video call just now, and the words psychiatrist and murder kept spinning in his mind.

Seeing Jiang Putao's shrinking look, Feng Yu's lips curled up slightly, full of sarcasm.

He raised his hand and handed out Jiang Putao's phone.

Jiang Putao glanced at it, but didn't move.

Feng Yu took a step back, leaned against the wall, his hands were still outstretched, his eyes were hidden in the shadows, and his voice could not tell his emotions.

"What, scared?"

Jiang Putao was taken aback, she didn't expect Feng Yu to say that.

He immediately stood up straight and strode into the alley.

The sunlight left behind him little by little until he stood in the alley with only the shadows of the surrounding buildings above his head.

He looked at Feng Yu's face hidden in the shadows, walked over quickly, held his mobile phone with both hands, and held Feng Yu's hand along the way.

In summer, he was out in the sun for a while, his body temperature was a little high, and the heat from his palm was directly transmitted to Feng Yu.

Jiang Putao didn't let go, and looked up at Feng Yu who was much taller than him. From a close distance, Feng Yu's emerald green eyes were even more oppressive.

"No, not afraid."

Jiang Putao stuttered as soon as he opened his mouth, he bit his lower lip annoyed, and quickly added another sentence.

"Classmate, my name is Jiang Putao, what's your name?"

Feng Yu lowered his head and stared at Jiang Putao for a few seconds, then pulled out his hand, pressed Liang Jiang Putao's phone screen, and faced him.

"Use my picture as a screen saver, don't know who I am?"