Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Jiang Xun thought about Fu Liang carefully in his mind, would a generally good-looking person be Yan Kong?

He thought about getting up again and standing in front of the only full-length mirror in the dormitory with a coffee cup in his hand. He looked at his own face carefully, and also took a look at his excellent figure by the way. He thought he was fair and beautiful with long legs, The external condition is impeccable.

If Fu Liang is really a face control, he should be more confident in taking down the opponent.

Jiang Xun: "It should be... no."

Fu Liang: "Then congratulations, the probability of success has increased again."

Fuck, make it sound like he's ugly.

Jiang Xun tried his best to calm down his fluctuating emotions, and took a group of deep breaths.

Jiang Xun: "Well, thank you for your encouragement, I will work hard."

Fu Liang: "Come on!"

After he quit WeChat, he tapped a string of mobile phone numbers on the dial pad, but he didn't press the dial button for a long time.

If people from the underworld were also used to deal with Yu Jie, those people would attack neither lightly nor severely. If something went wrong and ruined his business, how could he go after Fu Liang?

Thinking of this, he decided to do it himself, just like the No. 11 of the materialized basketball team.

After three days of follow-up and observation, he had a relatively comprehensive grasp of Jie's whereabouts, and decided to do it on a dark and stormy day for a month.

Now the School of Physics and Mechanical Engineering generally has fewer classes. As long as Yu Jie has no class in the afternoon, he will appear on the basketball court after his nap and play basketball with a few familiar people.

Jiang Xun deliberately joined them on the day of the operation, and they didn't disperse until after seven o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was about to set.

Yu Jie took the initiative to invite him: "Go back and take a shower first, and then go out to eat together. Today there is a new hot pot restaurant on College Street, and there is a discount. When you go back, you can call the captain together."

"Okay." Jiang Xun smiled, holding his collar to wipe the sweat off his face, he consciously assumed Yu Jie's idea of ​​plotting something wrong, thinking that Yu Jie's drunkard's intention was not to drink, but he wanted to use this to make an appointment with Fu Liang Have a meal.

Jiang Xun pressed the tip of his tongue against one cheek in displeasure. When he returned to the dormitory, Fu Liang really came back from the library.

"Let me take a shower first, and go out to eat hot pot together later?" He said to Fu Liang while taking clean clothes from the closet.

Fu Liang was working hard on the calculations at this time, and he rejected Jiang Xun's invitation reflexively: "No, I have to finish this exercise book tonight."

Jiang Xun raised one corner of his lips and chuckled as he had expected, walked behind him and continued, "It wasn't my idea, it was the Sports Committee's idea. He suggested it. Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Go." Fu Liang didn't have time to think, "I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time, so I can enjoy it tonight."

His pen tip accidentally pierced the draft paper, because he felt the tight and low air pressure around him, and only then did he realize that his words offended people...

Jiang Xun held the washbasin in one hand, and leaned on his table with the other, with a suppressed voice: "Brother Liang, isn't it too much? It's my fault for kidnapping you, and you whipped me twice. The remaining sticks can be returned at any time." Even if I don't want to forgive me now, I don't have to express "hate me" so vividly, right? "

Fu Liang put down his pen, stood up and faced him: "Then how do you think I should behave? Before kidnapping me, I still regarded you as a friend, but now I can no longer treat you as a friend, but I don't hate you... "

"Oh..." Jiang Xun sneered contemptuously, "If you don't hate me, then you rejected my invitation in seconds? If you don't hate me, you tie my right wrist every night when you sleep? When someone asks me what's wrong with my hand, I have to return it." Covering for you, saying that it was accidentally strangled with a rubber band."

"Hey, Jiang Xun, have you forgotten that you kissed me forcefully?" Fu Liang raised his jaw.

For a sick person like Jiang Xun, he will always only remember what he has done to others, and selectively forget the harm he has done to others, right?

Of course, he may not see it as hurt, but as an expression of love.

sick love...

Jiang Xun twitched: "If I want to hurt you, do you think it's useful for you to just tie my hands every night?"

Fu Liang raised his eyebrows. He knew in his heart that the answer was "useless."

Jiang Xun's eyes suddenly became affectionate, maybe he couldn't restrain his true feelings: "It's been so many days, have I ever hurt you? Even if I'm busy with the experiment, I can almost answer the questions you asked me, How many times have I poured warm water for you when you were reviewing in the dormitory?

Every day after dinner, I will buy you big bone soup to nourish your body. Anything I can think of, I will do for you. Isn’t that enough? "

He clearly observed that Fu Liang's calm eyes did not show any ripples because of his words, and Jiang Xun's eyes dimmed unconsciously.

"Jiang Xun, I didn't ask you to do this for me. Who stipulated that I have to be with you just because you have done so much?"

Fu Liang looked at him calmly, "It's almost the end of the semester, and you chasing me will only bring pressure to me. I just want to study and not fall in love. I'm tired of talking about it."

Jiang Xun asked: "Then what if the person you like confesses to you?"

Fu Liang denied: "I have no one I like."

Jiang Xun stared straight at him: "You lied to me."

As his face continued to get closer, Fu Liang's heartbeat couldn't help being disordered. He couldn't let Jiang Xun hear his heart, so he quickly raised his hand and pinched his nose vigorously, urging: "Aren't you going to take a bath?"

Jiang Xun's thoughts were disturbed by his actions, he nodded and sniffed lightly, although it smelled of sweat, but...it doesn't stink...

Regardless of whether it stinks or not, Fu Liang's actions irritated him quite a lot. He swallowed involuntarily, and while walking away, he deliberately bumped Fu Liang's shoulder in dissatisfaction.

Fu Liang turned around and rested his hips on the edge of the table, pressed his hands on the edge of the table, and looked at the open door. He admitted that Jiang Xun had treated him very well these days and knew what Jiang Xun thought of him, but he was afraid.

Jiang Xun didn't regain his self-awareness, so naturally he couldn't remember the events of the first two worlds, why did he like him for no reason, did he kidnap him and kidnap his feelings?

He's not too afraid of being emotionally hurt, isn't it just broken love?

He is not a person who will be devastated by a broken relationship, but he is especially afraid that Jiang Xun will trip him up in the final exam and cause him to fail in the mission...

He doesn't want to die now, he wants to return to the real world and find the real "Jiang Xun".

He wondered if the man's nature was also dangerous?But if you can really return to reality, it will definitely be more dangerous and more exciting.

But... If he doesn't agree to Jiang Xun, is it more likely that Jiang Xun will trip him up?

Fu Liang suddenly came back to his senses and licked his lips thoughtfully. He planned to give Jiang Xun a chance to observe him for a few more days, and then agree to him when he found that the other party was about to go crazy, so as not to die later. Before the final exam.

He bowed his head and snapped his fingers, deciding to plan this way for now.

Half an hour later, Jiang Xun returned to the room clean and fresh, and Fu Lianghua urged with his mobile phone: "Clean up quickly, the sports committee is waiting for us downstairs in the dormitory."

"it is good."

Jiang Xun had a warm smile on his face, and quietly clenched his fist with the hand hanging on one side: Let him look good tonight.