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

Jiang Xun's smile froze, and his tone was restrained and gentle: "Say it again."

"Didn't you listen to Lao Wang just now? I didn't do the homework due after class, so you can borrow me to copy it..."

Fu Liang's hand touched his elbow lightly, "You can copy it for me, but we have different handwriting, so it's easy to be spotted, so forget it, I'll do it myself."

"Uh..." Jiang Xun thought he heard it wrong, and the corners of his lips twitched unconsciously, "What are you crazy about today?"

Fu Liang raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't it normal for me to copy my homework?"

Jiang Xun was speechless.

However, Fu Liang had never shamelessly asked him for homework before, because the two had a bad aura, and they were people who would feel unlucky if they accidentally touched their eyes.

After all, one looks pure, kind and generous, while the other is not easy to mess with... Of course, Jiang Xun thinks he is the generous one.

Jiang Xun pursed his lips, pretending to put it away with a gentle smile: "Okay, I'll look for it."

He took out the homework book from the black leather bag and handed it to Fu Liang. His homework book was very neat, and the handwriting was beautiful and elegant.

Fu Liang opened the homework book of "Myself", and found that the writing was not as good as human beings, it was so ugly that she cried.

The key is such ugly handwriting, Fu Liang had to abandon the original handwriting to imitate this ugly handwriting.

There were only five questions in the homework. Fu Liang moved very quickly, and the black gel pen was scribbling wildly on the paper, and he finished copying in ten minutes.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief after copying, he heard Lao Wang's sonorous voice: "The students in the last row of this one get up and answer the questions."

Fu Liang leaned on the back of the chair and stared at Lao Wang with big eyes.

Old Wang said sharply, "Didn't you hear that, do you want me to repeat it?"

Jiang Xun touched his arm with his elbow "kindly", bent his lips and whispered in his ear: "Old Wang is talking about you."

Fu Liang rolled up the sleeves of the plaid shirt, revealing his fair and muscular little arms. When he stood up and was about to answer "I don't know" confidently, Jiang Xun wrote "×" on the draft pad.

"The error limit of Y100 is ×." Fu Liang glanced at it and replied with a smile.

Old Wang's face was so foul-smelling that he seemed to be holding back a fart. He snorted coldly and asked Fu Liang to sit down. Fu Liang didn't thank Jiang Xun after he sat down. .

Jiang Xun sneered slyly, seriously affirming that Fu Liang was insane.

Fu Liang's original identity was the president of K Group, an upper-class "trash" who didn't even have to press the elevator buttons himself. After being brought into the messy world by the system, he thought he had let go of many expensive habits, but the system But more and more excessive.

Fu Liang in the first plane is the young master of the Fu family, and Fu Liang in the second plane is the prince of Jokhang... In any case, he is a pampered and wealthy class.

But now...Fu Liang is just an ordinary college student living on campus. He glanced at the deposits in his mobile bank, and gave up the idea of ​​asking Jiang Xun out for dinner or asking someone to cook for them, so he had to do it himself. The dinner plates were lined up behind Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun glanced at the bustling cafeteria, leaned back slightly and said to him, "Give me the plate, and you go and take a seat."

This familiar tone made Fu Liang suddenly dream back to Qin Mu and Song Jingyuan: Is he really them...?

"why?"

Fu Liang blurted out, but handed the plate to Jiang Xun honestly.

Jiang Xun took the plate, and when he turned around, he whispered, "Take care of the mentally handicapped."

Fu Liang happened to hear something wrong when he turned around, tilted his head and asked, "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Xun smiled innocently, pointing his chin to his three o'clock direction, "There's an empty table over there, hurry up and take it."

Fu Liang didn't want to tangle with him, so he hurried over to occupy the empty seat designated by Jiang Xun.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Xun returned to his seat with a plate in his left and right hands and sat down, pushing the plate belonging to Fu Liang in front of him: "I don't know what you like to eat, so it's the same as mine."

"It's okay, I just looked at the window, and I didn't like it." Fu Liang smiled kindly at him, lowered his eyes and ate a few bites casually.

"Uh..." Jiang Xun's temples twitched involuntarily.

Fu Liang seems to be a picky eater and sips the food, but he is secretly observing Jiang Xun's eating habits.

Regardless of whether it is Song Jingyuan or Qin Mu, apart from their appearance and stature, they also have one thing in common, which is cleanliness. Although Qin Mu is a person in the world who licks blood, his clothes, swords and boots are very clean, and his body is still clean. Often has a light aroma.

Needless to say, Song Jingyuan would fasten the discipline buttons very rigorously even in his shirts, and his sitting and standing postures were upright and straight. From top to bottom, inside and outside, he was clean and dust-free.

During the lunch break, Fu Liang saw Jiang Xun fold the clothes he had taken off and put them aside before lying down to rest, and now he saw Jiang Xun eating as elegantly as Song Jingyuan, and he was 80.00% sure that the three of them were the same person. 20.00% depends on whether he also has a bright red cinnabar mole on his heart.

He thought Jiang Xun didn't notice that he was peeking, but in fact, the two villains in Jiang Xun's mind had judged him for a round in the debate.

Devil: "He must be mentally ill."

Crazy Critic: "Maybe just crazy."

Devil: "Do you mean the same as you?"

Crazy criticism: "You are talking nonsense, believe it or not, I will kill you?"

Devil: "Ghosts can't be killed."

Crazy criticism: "Yeah, you can't see the light."

Devil: "Be careful, do you think that Fu Liang is sick?"

Crazy comment: "Calm down, no matter whether he is sick or not, he has already been sentenced to death with me."

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When the two returned to the dormitory, Zhou Tong and Guo Qing were slumped on the sofa in the living room playing with their mobile phones.

Thinking of the dozen or so properties he owns, the big villa in the first plane, and the luxurious mansion in the second plane, Fu Liang felt very aggrieved when he saw this slightly cramped three-bedroom house.

"You two are back."

Zhou Tong and Guo Qing looked up at them, and then continued to focus on the phone.

Zhou Tong is the head of the dormitory. Seeing that the two of them were going back to the room, he couldn't help wondering: "Why did you two come back together? See you soon."

It was only then that Guo Qing realized that something was wrong, and looked at the two of them while holding the back of the sofa.

"By the way, I met the monitor downstairs just now, and he asked me to ask you to go down and play badminton." Fu Liang opened the door of the room and turned to them.

"Oh."

As expected, Zhou Tong and Guo Qing were distracted, they didn't worry about why they came back together, and immediately got up and left the dormitory.

After entering the room, Jiang Xun asked while playing with his mobile phone, "Why did you lie to them? Is there anything we can't talk about?"

"Yes."

Only then did Fu Liang realize that he was a little oversensitive, so he turned on the ceiling lamp in the room casually.

Jiang Xun sat at the desk and turned on the computer: "When they come back later and find out that you are lying to them, how will you explain it?"

Fu Liang immediately got a headache, took out his phone and prepared to play for a while, but clicked on WeChat and saw that "Quaner" had sent him a message just after class, and took the trouble to send three messages in total.

Quan'er: "Honey, is get out of class over yet? What's for dinner?" pm19:30;

Quan'er: "Honey, have you had dinner yet? What are you going to do tonight?"

Quan'er: "Baby, I'm going back to the dormitory, remember to reply when you see it."

Annoyed to death, Fu Liang exhaled foul air in a particularly unhappy manner.