Online dating is to wear a small skirt

When Sheng Han slowly opened his eyes, his face was already flushed, and the blush spread to the base of his ears.

Such an exaggerated and large area of ​​red is definitely not pinched.

Ji Lingzhou looked at him quietly as usual.

Sheng Han felt the heat on his face, and became more and more furious. He grabbed the mirror from the bookshelf and looked at it: "Why are you trying so hard! I'm pinching red! You bastard!"

Ji Lingzhou: "...I'm sorry."

One is willing to throw the pot away, and the other is willing to take the pot.

Sheng Han looked in the mirror for a while, and he could still see the redness of his ears when he turned his face sideways. He knew that the excuse he made was not convincing, so he put the mirror back after being angry for a long time, opened the textbook, and said with a cold snort: " I'm going to start doing the questions, don't disturb me."

Ji Lingzhou smiled: "Don't want to know the new ID?"

"...Oh," Sheng Han remembered the business at this moment, raised his eyes and glanced at the other party, then quickly moved away, "What name did she change to?"

Ji Lingzhou: "Fish Momo, foamy Momo."

Sheng Han: "Oh."

Ji Lingzhou: "I'll send you the UID on WeChat, it will come in handy when reporting."

Sheng Han: "Oh."

Ji Lingzhou looked happy: "Well, you're welcome."

Sheng Han: "..."

Sheng Han didn't dare to answer anymore, the more he responded, the more he felt like an idiot, so he hurriedly buried himself in the questions.

·

Sheng Han was not very proficient in formulas and question types in the first place, coupled with the state of confusion in his brain at this time, he couldn't think seriously at all, even if he could do it, he would become unable to do it.

He couldn't write it, but he didn't dare to ask right away, so he could only scribble on the straw paper, and from time to time, he would glance furtively at Ji Lingzhou who was reading a book——

Well, I read the book very seriously, it seems that I didn't notice his peeping.

He waited until the heat and blush had almost dissipated before he pushed the textbook and said confidently, "Tell me, I don't know how to do it."

Ji Lingzhou reached out and took his toilet paper.

"!?" Sheng Han wanted to press it, but didn't have time, "..."

Ji Lingzhou lowered his head and saw the messy pictures painted on it, as well as the vaguely distinguishable "spicy dicks" with teeth and claws.

However, the numbers and symbols used in the questions are very few.

Ji Lingzhou: "..."

Sheng Han: "..."

"Okay," Ji Lingzhou coughed lightly, and put the toilet paper aside, "I'll tell you, listen carefully."

·

They didn't mention the straw paper anymore, not only didn't touch it, they didn't even look at it, as if they were forgotten.

Until he finally finished the lecture, Sheng Han finally went back to his room in a daze. The straw paper was still lying quietly on the corner of Ji Lingzhou's desk.

When Ji Lingzhou came back from washing, he lowered his eyes to look at the messy toilet paper for a while.

After confirming that the water on his hands was completely dry, he gently picked up the toilet paper with two fingers.

He looked at it carefully.

The hard work paid off, and he found a little pig's head that he hadn't noticed before on the back of the straw paper.

Ji Lingzhou: "..."

With a certain child not by his side, he could finally laugh softly.

Half a minute later, he put away his smile, opened the locked drawer with a key, pulled out a folder with an old skin from the bottom, opened it to the last page, and put the straw paper in it flat.

There are hundreds of sheets of paper inside, each of which has Sheng Han's handwriting, and some of them have turned yellow.

Some are papers that were secretly thrown away because of low scores.

Some are ugly drawings that I drew randomly when I was bored.

Some were notes that had been passed to each other in previous classes, and were sorted out and pasted on A4 paper.

Ji Lingzhou's face was calm, and he flipped through the pages of plastic film with his fingers, and his restrained eyes lightly passed over the paper.

From lumps of naive and rounded fonts, to the forced clean and neat strokes in high school, to now the ugly wild grass that let go of oneself...

This folder is not too thick, it seems to have stored Sheng Han's entire teenage years.

He couldn't remember when he started collecting them.

I don't know when it will be collected.

There's something morbid and creepy about collecting what your friends throw away.

So, he will never tell anyone.

……unless.

He can usher in the day when he can confess.

·

That night, Sheng Han went to bed early.

For him, sleeping can solve many problems, such as anger, such as shame.

But the other two were upset because of him.

After Yan Miaomiao finished talking to Sheng Han, she began to apply the mask. While applying it, she thought about how to help revenge that liar—she has always been very loyal to her friends.

After finishing applying, I checked again, and found that no reply was received, and the other party's profile picture had been blacked out.

Yan Miaomiao: "?"

Why didn't you reply to the message?Does it mean that you don't need to ask for help?

But how is it possible?Is the leader a Bodhisattva?

Since she has known Sheng Han for so long, she has never encountered a situation where he would go offline in the middle of a sentence, so she is more inclined to think that the other party's game has crashed and will be back online in a few minutes.

As a result, no one appeared again all night.

Yan Miaomiao: "..."

So do you want to ask?If you don't ask people, you may run away again! !

Or just... ask in your own name?By the way, let me remind you that the former love is a liar?

Although it is a former relationship, after all, we have known each other for a while...

When Yan Miaomiao was about to go crazy, she received a private chat from Shuaibi in the mirror.

[Private chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: The boss thank you and told you not to use it.

[Private Chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: Although I don’t know what to thank or not, I’m just a robot who sends messages, anyway, it’s good if you understand!

[Private Chat] Yan Miaomiao: ...Where did the leader go?Why didn't he come back to me in person?

[Private chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: His roommate came to me just now and said that he has not been online for a few days.

[Private chat] Yan Miaomiao: Huh?Why? ?

[Private chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: He was cheated, he was hit too hard, and he said he would take a few days off... To be honest, I think he has a good relationship with that relationship, I guess he likes it more, In the end, I really paid the dog by mistake.If this happens to me, I can't stand it.

[Private chat] Yan Miaomiao: It's too hateful!Liars be damned!

Yan Miaomiao was filled with righteous indignation, her fingers were flying on the keyboard, and she told the story of Qing Baoer and Qian Qingyuan embracing in front of the waterfall again, and added more details with her excellent brain power.

[Private chat] There is a handsome guy in the mirror: **!Being green and cheated!Our helper is too miserable!No wonder it's not online anymore! ! (Oh shit)

[Private chat] Yan Miaomiao: Right, right!Mad!Poor boss!

The two were not very familiar with each other at first, but this incident made them hit it off and greatly shortened the distance between them.

[Private Chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: The boss is so kind to us, we must help him avenge.You go and ask her what her current ID is, and I will hold a meeting with everyone online, and I will make her pay a terrible price!

[Private chat] Yan Miaomiao: Good!I think so too! !

·

Early the next morning, Sheng Han was refreshed, and he really put the shame behind him.

He dressed while humming, and then picked up the quilt that had been kicked to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the corgi pillow with his head down, and instantly thought of Ji Lingzhou, and recalled the incident of being pinched last night.

"..."

He paused, then continued to put on his clothes as if nothing had happened.

What's wrong?Isn't it just being pinched in the face?

It does not matter.

I don't know why I was blushing last night, maybe I was mad at the liar.

He despised himself last night, stared at the mirror closely after washing his face, and tried his best to look calm.

When leaving the bathroom, he even said hi to Ji Lingzhou frankly.

Ji Lingzhou: "..."

Fortunately, it seems that I don't care.

If he was still shy after a night, he didn't know what to do to coax him back.

·

There was no class this afternoon, after Sheng Han had lunch, he sent his laptop to be repaired, and asked a bunch of messy questions.

He didn't leave with confidence until the owner of the repair shop disassembled the shell and inspected it for a long time under his eager gaze, and promised with sweat on his forehead that he would definitely be able to repair it within three days.

In fact, it doesn't matter if it can't be repaired well. He has excellent psychological adjustment ability in this area. As early as last night when he was eating barbecue, he was ready to export the file and buy a new computer.

He was even happier now that he could fix it and save a lot of money to eat and drink.

When he returned to the dormitory, Jiang Yiming and Song Yuan were still in the living room.

But they didn't greet him casually and continue to do their own things as usual, but they all stared at him in unison, as if they wanted to read something from his expression.

Sheng Han: "...?"

He scratched his face uncomfortably: "What's wrong?"

"Han Han still doesn't know?" Jiang Yiming turned to look at Song Yuan.

Song Yuan: "...Probably."

"What?" Sheng Han walked over, "Know what?"

Song Yuan sighed, turned the notebook around, and pushed it over to show Sheng Han the screen: "We just saw it too."

The world channel is being swiped, and there will be scrolling messages shouted out from the speakers from time to time.

[World] Hit you with a sledgehammer: Current ID Yumomo, former ID Qingbaoer, suspected of online fraud, put on a green hat for the leader of the heating gang who came in, and even took valuables from the gang warehouse and ran away!Because of this, Bu Leng decided to stay away from the sad place for a while, but the culprit is still at large and trying to extend his claws to more innocent young men!

[World] Beauties get rich: pick up the knife and sword!Kill the cheating dog! ID Yumomo, cheated online to come in to keep warm...

……

Sheng Han couldn't read it anymore, frowning and scrolled up a few pages.

The screen is full of hanging messages with similar content, but the specific expression methods and emphasis are not the same.

Some are popularizing the horror of this kind of online fraud, some are exaggerating how sad the victims are, and some are calling on everyone to kill people until they surrender...

Some of these people who swiped the screen were members of his gang, but more of them were IDs he had never seen before. They were probably righteous passers-by or copyists. If they thought it was a big deal, they would just copy it twice to join in the fun, and some were even random. Add oil and vinegar and send it again.

No one cares whether it is true or not, anyway, the final result is that the two of them formed a group and debuted in place.

Sheng Han originally felt that being cheated was very embarrassing, and he only wanted to report it to the authorities silently, and dragged a few friends along the way to assassinate her to avenge her.

Never thought of making a statement.

As a result, everyone in the server now knows that he loves Qing Bao'er so much that he can't extricate himself, but in the end he was cheated by Lu, and he was so distraught that he almost retreated, just like a peerless idiot who was dazzled by love.

Sheng Han: "..."

He suddenly didn't want to kill the liar, he wanted to kill Shuaibi in the mirror a few times first.

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