My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

Being asked twice in an hour if he was gay, the straight man Shen Xingyi was a little annoyed, and said forcefully, "I'm not."

After receiving this reply, Jiang Huang was relieved. It seems that this patron named Continuous Mapping is not coveting his half-la body that appeared in the camera, but just a simple person with a lot of money.

Thinking of this, Jiang Huang, who had been decadent for several months, felt a little better.

He failed the high math course in the first semester of his freshman year. The school stipulated that he could not make up the exam and had to retake it, and the corresponding course was only offered once a year. Last year, when everyone else in his senior year was busy applying for postgraduate entrance examinations and finding a job, he was forced to take advanced mathematics for the third time, and then he was destined to fail the third time, and it was logical to postpone the retake.

As soon as he heard about this, his stepmother, who could ridicule the champion of the competition, found another chance to enjoy her mouth. She was so angry that she announced on the spot that she would sever ties with the family, packed her things and went back to the house he rented outside the school overnight.

As a result, his living expenses were cut off overnight, and Jiang Huang had to go to a convenience store to work. The money he earned was just enough to pay his rent and food. In addition, he bought a lottery ticket every day, because the probability of getting rich by buying a lottery ticket was lower than that of a lottery ticket. He has a much higher probability of getting rich by working.

Like him, the uncle who often walks the birds at the entrance of the lottery station has the same fervent dream of getting rich. After hearing his theory, he nodded again and again, introduced him as a confidant, and pulled him to imagine the future together: "Young man, if you win [-] million, you will still go!" Go to school?"

"Go, I'll get back the water glass I left in the classroom last semester." Jiang Huang said.

Jiang Huang spent a long time in such a daze, and he was not interested in taking advanced mathematics classes after the beginning of the fifth year of junior high school, until Zhou Huai, a junior junior who knew him well, told him that the teaching assistants of the advanced mathematics courses called every class Threatening to be absent for more than three times will not give normal points.

At this time, Jiang Huang had already missed two classes. If he usually got zero points, he would definitely fail at the end of the semester. He had no choice but to grit his teeth and quit his job at the convenience store, and went to school with his schoolbag to meet his fourth high-math student in his life. teaching assistant.

The fourth assistant teacher of high mathematics is Shen Xingyi. He is not bad looking. He is tall and has a straight nose and a good figure. However, there are too many problems, and he even has to worry about sleeping in class.

"Get up." A cold voice rang in Jiang Huang's ears, he opened his sleepy eyes, and saw Shen Xing propping one hand on his table, looking down at him.

When Jiang Huang got up, he had a fit of anger, regardless of the time and place. He yawned undisguisedly, stood up carelessly, and at the same time remembered that before he fell asleep, Shen Xingyi seemed to be teaching the homework for the first two classes for the high math teacher, because he didn't There is nothing to listen to when I write, and I am unconscious when I lie on the table.

"What were you doing just now?" Shen Xing asked.

Jiang Huang muttered impatiently: "Didn't you see it all, what is there to ask?"

As soon as he stood close to Shen Xing, he could clearly see that after he said this, a trace of disgust flashed in the other's dark eyes.

"Yes, there's nothing to ask, so do you want me to make a bed for you and sleep next to the podium?" Shen Xingyi was a few centimeters taller than him, and when he lowered his head to talk to him, he felt an invisible sense of oppression.

"Farewell, brother," Jiang Huang smiled provocatively, "If you know it, you are in advanced math class, but if you don't know, you think there is a memorial service in the classroom."

Amidst the laughter around him, Jiang Huang looked at Shen Xingyi's handsome and cold face, and knew that he and Liang Zi, the teaching assistant, were finally married.

Sure enough, from that day on, Shen Xingyi called him first every time the roll was called, and he was often asked to get up to answer questions in recitation classes.

Once Shen Xing asked him to go up to do a question with double points, and he crossed out one of the point numbers directly after going up, and then pretended to be innocent and said: "Brother, you wrote an extra one, thank you, I will correct the mistake for you." gone."

He did it on purpose. He has attended this advanced mathematics class three times, and he probably copied about a hundred copies of his homework. How could he not recognize the double integral number.

Although it was cool to respond to Shen Xingyi, it was not so cool when the landlord came to urge him to pay the rent. After Jiang Huang reluctantly quit his job in the convenience store, he lost his source of income. I am reluctant to buy it.

Even if he looks for a part-time job now, they won't advance his salary, and the landlord is unwilling to let him pay the rent on credit first. Moving back to school is not something that can be done right away. He didn't even apply for a dormitory when he was a freshman. After thinking about it, Huang felt that there were only two dead ends left for him, one was real death, and the other was to go back and pretend to be a grandson in front of his stepmother, which was worse than real death.

When he was struggling between these two paths, Jiang Huang thought of his β station account.

Jiang Huang, a college student of Salted Fish, has another identity on the Internet. He is a small transparent coaxing up master of the β station. His name is Shake, which he chose at random.

His video is pretty rough, like you want to listen to it or not, anyway, I like this kind of stinky virtue. The consequence of stinking is that his fans are not as many as his high math scores, and they stay at the number [-]. After a long time, Jiang Huang could even recite the full text of his fans' IDs in order.

Not long ago, he suddenly gained a fan called "Continuous Mapping". Continuous Mapping even sent him a private message, asking him if he would like to record some videos for a fee. Of course he didn't respond.

Now this failed fraud case came to Jiang Huang's mind, the continuous mapping is not credible, but maybe someone is willing to pay for his voice?

Although it is unrealistic for an up master with only 21 fans to come up with this idea, but facing death and surrendering to his stepmother, no matter how unrealistic the idea is, Jiang Huang has to try it first.

So he posted a post, saying that he was going to start a live broadcast to sell the Lianmai coaxing service, and I hope everyone will join in.

Jiang Huang didn't hold out much hope, but when it came to the day of the live broadcast, he was still a little nervous, and because he was not familiar with the operation of the live broadcast room, it took him a long time to get ready. After entering, he found that it was not bad, and there were three people waiting for him. The live stream, which includes that continuous mapping, is a persevering liar.

He apologized to the audience, and after reading the opening remarks, he went to the link, intending to wait 10 minutes, and if no one bought him, he would end the live broadcast.

Unexpectedly, he didn't even wait for 10 minutes, not because he was too lazy to waste time because he found that there was no show, but because——

Someone really bought it!And bought one!Hundred!Year!

The father of the rich man who spent wild consumption was generous, and directly transferred him a four-digit deposit, which was not only enough for him to pay this month's rent, but also enough for him to add meat and eggs every morning when he went downstairs to eat beef noodles .

Jiang Huang was immersed in great shock, and subconsciously slipped out a sentence from his mouth: "Fuck, who is so..."

The words "People are stupid and have a lot of money" almost popped out, but he narrowly grabbed it and swallowed it back.

Jiang Huang looked at the name of the patron's father and found that it was the continuous mapping.

Yuan, so you are not a liar?Jiang Huang, who was bought out for life, was dumbfounded, and slowly reacted.

Tsk tsk, it seems that the basic trust between people is still there.

He quickly sent the WeChat QR code to Continuous Mapping. The other party may be busy at the moment, so it took a long time to add him.

The continuously mapped WeChat has the same name as the β station, and the gender shows that it is a man. Looking at the little blue gender symbol, Jiang Huang suddenly thought of a question.

Isn't this guy just for sex?

Jiang Huang likes men, but he doesn't like dating. To be more precise, he has never been in a relationship. He is a serious and innocent male college student.

The innocent male college student was worried about his physical safety, so he decided to ask the continuous mapping to clarify.

God probably really looked at him with pity, the benefactor father bestowed on him was a straight man.

Straight man, straight man is good. After all, one-on-one coaxing to sleep is a bit delicate. If the other party is a straight man, it will be much easier to operate. Even if you say a few flirty words to exaggerate the atmosphere, you are not afraid of being misunderstood.

Jiang Huang, who had survived a desperate situation, had never felt so refreshed before. He took the initiative to provoke the topic to the father of the funder: "Your name is continuous mapping, what do you mean?"

When Shen Xing thought of Jiang Huang's mathematics level, he really wanted to tell him not to ask, kid, you don't understand, but in the end he told him concisely: "A topology concept."

Jiang Huang looked up what topology is, and found that it was related to mathematics, and immediately lost the idea of ​​continuing the discussion, and asked instead: "Do you like mathematics?"

"I'm researching." Shen Xingyi spoke very restrainedly, he didn't want to reveal his true identity.

Jiang Huang then asked, "Are you a student?"

"Yes." Shen Xing cherished words like gold.

"Then you are really good. The worst thing I got from childhood to university was math. You know, I failed my high math three times." As if he would be more relaxed with strangers he couldn't meet, Jiang Huang said half-jokingly. Said the most failed experience in his life.

Shen Xing raised his eyebrows, and wrote lightly: "Really, then you are also very good."

Jiang Huang knew that he was teasing himself, so he didn't get angry, and went on to say: "This semester is the fourth time I have studied advanced mathematics, and this time I met a particularly annoying teaching assistant, and he probably hates me. "

Shen Xing paused before asking, "Why do you say that?"

Jiang Huang didn't bother to explain so much, and said bluntly: "Because he is sick."

He found that it took a long time for this continuous mapping to reply him, and his tone was a little strange: "Oh, I'm sick."

Jiang Huang only thought that the other party had no interest in his high mathematics teaching assistant, and then said: "By the way, you bought my 100-year-old sleeping aid, what if I don't live to that time?"

Shen Xing paused for a moment, then asked him: "You won't live to that time, will I lose more or you will lose more?"

"That's right, I was gone at that time, so I didn't care about it," Jiang Huang thought deeply, and then assured the other party, "But I will try to live for a while, and I will die after coaxing you for the last time."

Shen Xing couldn't help but laugh at this childish reply, and then saw Jiang Huang asking himself: "Can you tell me your name? It's more pleasing to me when I put you to sleep."

His eyes flashed, and before he could figure out how to prevaricate Jiang Huang, Huang Yuncheng beside him yawned and stood up: "I'm so sleepy, I'm leaving, Dr. Shen, take your time to develop a relationship with your little friend." .”

Shen Xing sent Huang Yuncheng to the elevator, leaned against the door frame and raised his chin at him, and when he closed the door, he saw Jiang Huang sent him several more messages.

Jiang Huang: "You don't want to say it?"

Jiang Huang: "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, forget it."

Jiang Huang: "You just said that you study mathematics, so you should be a master and doctoral student, older than me. Shall I call you brother Cheng?"

Shen Xingyi felt that this title was somewhat too intimate, and just about to say no, he received Jiang Huang's voice.

He opened subconsciously, and a refreshing and soft "Brother" rang out in the room, with a slight rise in the end, like a feather rubbing against his ear.

Shen Xing stood for a while, and somehow replied to Jiang Huang: "Yes."