you have the ability to wear a skirt

Fang Zilu originally planned to be angry with Jian Liangyi for at least a week, but after being yelled at by the other party, he decided not to be angry.

But this doesn't prevent Jian Liang from being angry with him, and treating him like a piece of air all day long.

During the day, Fang Zilu packed his schoolbag and rolled to the library, and at night he came back awkwardly, and put a two cubic decimeter express box on Jian Liangyi's desk.

This intrusion violated Jian Liangyi's divided territory, so she had to frown to respond.

He glanced sideways at Fang Zilu, but didn't touch the express box.

It means don't.

Fang Zilu ground his back molars, threw the express box into the trash can at Jian Liangyi's feet, and said viciously: "My mother bought it when she bought popcorn yesterday, if I knew that you would come out with me tonight, I'll buy you a fart."

Yesterday, Jane coolly left him running back to school, and he hasn't settled the score with this person yet.

Every day, I don't let others put my hot face on my cold butt, but I put all my energy here.

What the hell, Fang Zilu himself began to condemn himself.

As usual, after taking a shower and going to bed to play with her mobile phone, Jian Liangyi studied late at night at the table, bent down to pick up the express box from the trash can.

He took the scissors and cut the tape, and there was a set of special tools for eating crabs in the box-eight pieces of crabs.

Yesterday, Jian Liangyi went to the city and wanted to buy this, but she couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

He didn't tell Fang Zilu either, but he was still guessed by the other party.

Jian Liang turned her head, just in time to meet Fang Zilu's squinting eyes.

But it quickly staggered away, thinking that he hadn't been discovered.

"Hey," Fang Zilu took the initiative to ask for peace, "I know that Feng is of great significance to you, but don't keep spoiling yourself."

Jian Liangyi put the "Eight Pieces of Crab" in the drawer: "What's the matter with you?"

"Who would want to see someone they like like this?" Fang Zilu simply said, "I'd rather you find someone who likes you, so you don't suffer from such a fucking useless."

Jian Liangyi has a very subtle feeling.

He couldn't help but turned around and glanced at Fang Zilu again.

"Forget it," Fang Zilu frowned, denying what he just said, "What should I do in that case?"

Jian Liang pursed her lips, and seemed to smile when she turned around.

It's a pity that Fang Zilu didn't care.

"There's no need to put yourself so low, it will only make him disrespect you less and less. Only those who take themselves seriously will others take you seriously, right?"

Jane's cool pen paused.

But soon resumed writing.

Fang Zilu has always babbled like an old lady.

What he said unexpectedly made sense.

Jian Liang could feel that Fang Zilu was treating her well, and it could be seen from his attitude towards Feng Min.

From an outsider's point of view, maybe Jian Liangyi would despise Feng Min from the bottom of her heart, and even look down on herself.

Fang Zilu was not wrong, nor was he the one who should apologize.

Unfortunately he ran into himself.

A bad-tempered and annoying Jian Liangyi.

The eleven or seven-day holiday passed quickly, and the relationship between the two was temporarily eased after Fang Zilu sent the "Eight Pieces of Crab".

During the day, they shared a dormitory and a library, and Fang Zilu didn't talk much when he came back at night, so they didn't bother each other much because they were doing their own things.

Both parties are still holding their breath in their hearts, and they don't look good every time they meet.

It was a cold war, but there was no chance of reconciliation at all.

Fang Zilu was particularly annoyed by this state, and he felt that he would be depressed if it continued like this.

Fortunately, the day before the end of the holiday, this situation finally changed.

Fang Zilu rarely came back early today, as soon as he entered the bedroom door, he saw Jian Liangyi took out a small skirt from the closet.

His dog ears were instantly alert.

He didn't say a word at first, walked to his seat and sat down, then squinted his eyes and saw Jian Liangyi put the skirt into the backpack.

Fang Zilu gave a strange "hehe" and said, "Take out the trash, you?"

When Fang Zilu entered the door just now, Jian Liang felt something was wrong.

He completely ignored the other party's provocation, and just wanted to leave quickly to avoid more trouble.

Sure enough, the moment he was about to step out of the dormitory, an arm pressed against the door frame with a "snap".

"I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?" Fang Zilu blocked the door, as if not letting anyone out without speaking.

"Get out of the way." Jian Liangyi raised her hand and pushed that arm, but the other side didn't move at all.

"Are you going to see that surnamed Feng?"

"Yes."

Fang Zilu became angry in an instant.

As soon as he closed the door, he directly cut off Jian Liangyi's idea of ​​going out: "Wear a skirt to see me?"

"Fang Zilu," Jian Liang said in a calm tone, stopping every word, "This is my business."

The two looked at each other, and silence spread.

Jian Liangyi's gaze was as cold as a dagger, and the blade cut across Fang Zilu's side face and throat, opening bloody cuts.

Fang Zilu didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he raised his hand to grab Jian Liangyi's neck, and pressed him hard against the door panel.

He is so angry.

But in just a few seconds, he suddenly felt that he was quite boring.

Who the hell are you?It's so wide.

The door was reopened, and the sound of "bang" could be heard on the first floor.

Fang Zilu picked up the schoolbag he threw on the table, and stepped out of the dormitory first.

I don't know if Fang Zilu made a fuss before going out, Jian Liangyi was a little absent-minded the whole time they met Feng Min.

He listened to the other party's chatter, and every sentence seemed to have a deep meaning.

It's just that Jian Liangyi is too lazy to guess sentence by sentence today.

Feng Min just told him: Even if you like men, don't find a boyfriend, because people around you are sinister, and because he wants to keep himself clean.

The other party meant something, and all he had to do was read Fang Zilu's ID number.

Jian Liangyi nodded obediently as before, as if she was listening to Feng Min's instructions seriously.

But he was thinking that Fang Zilu was not that kind of person either.

At least, he is really good to himself.

"Are you listening to what I'm saying?" Feng Min asked.

"En." Jane coolly lowered her eyes.

"Stay away from those messy people in the future." Feng Min emphasized again.

Jian Liangyi didn't respond for a long time.

Just after Feng Min thought that Jian Liangyi was acquiescing, he heard him say unexpectedly: "Fang Zilu is not that kind of person."

"You don't listen to me anymore?" Feng Min paused, looking at Jian Liangyi, who seemed very surprised, "Or is there something between you and Fang Zilu?"

Jian Liangyi suddenly felt a little tired: "No."

He just didn't want to hear people say that Fang Zilu was bad, just like he didn't want to hear people say that Feng Min was trash.

"The other day I saw a tooth mark on his shoulder." Feng Min paused for a moment before asking, "Is it you?"

Jian Liang's eyelashes trembled: "...Yes."

Feng Min put his thumb against the knuckles of his index finger: "Are you really together?"

Jian Liangyi closed her eyes, and took a long breath: "You made me fall in love in college."

"is it not OK?"

Seemingly unilaterally acknowledging her relationship with Fang Zilu, Jian Liang returned to the dormitory feeling a little dazed.

Fang Zilu walked all night and didn't come back. Jian Liangyi thought that this person had gone home, but when school started after the holiday, Fang Zilu went to the classroom as usual, but he still didn't go back to the dormitory.

Later, Fang Zilu finally returned to the dormitory.

Then he took all the important clothes and books away.

This person rented a house outside the school, as if he wanted to draw a clear line with Jian Liangyi, so that the well water would not interfere with the river water.

Jian Liangyi looked at the pile of sundries on Fang Zilu's table, and wanted to help him clean it up, but she still couldn't do it.

Afraid that the other party will not like it.

After freshman year, the courses are relatively intensive, and Jian Liangyi resumes her solitary life in high school.

Go to class alone, leave school alone, eat alone, and read in the dormitory alone.

Sometimes you will meet groups of classmates on the road, and there may be Fang Zilu in it.

Fang Zilu is far away from her, Jian Liangyi knew it from the day she met him.

He was born in a happy family, has received a good education, has a higher emotional intelligence and knowledge than his peers, and is a child who lives in the sun.

He always stood in the middle of the crowd, with a youthful and hearty smile on his face.

That's what Jian Liangyi longs for.

After spending a week alone, in mid-October, Jian Liangyi learned to order takeaway.

On weekends when there is no class, he sleeps in the dormitory until he wakes up naturally, and then continues to recite his English words.

I was too lazy to go out at noon, so the takeaway was delivered downstairs, and I took the elevator down to pick it up, which was convenient and fast.

It's just that the takeaway brother handed him two takeaways today, saying that they have the same address, so please bring them.

Jian Liangyi took a look at the receipt pinned on the takeaway box, Fang Zilu.

Good guy, I ordered takeaway and ordered back to the dormitory.

He was in a hurry to return the takeaway, but when he looked up, the delivery boy was already more than ten meters away from him on a scooter.

Jian Liangyi stood downstairs in the dormitory for a while, then went upstairs with two takeaways.

Fang Zilu seemed to be ordering fried chicken, which was served with a bottle of iced Coke, dripping with water.

After Jian Liangyi finished her chicken chop rice bowl, seeing that Fang Zilu was still quiet, she picked up her phone and sent him a message.

An hour passed, Fang Zilu ignored him.

With the spirit of not wasting food, Jian Liangyi also ate the fried chicken.

Before eating, he sent another message to Fang Zilu, but within 3 minutes, Fang Zilu was about to settle the score with him.

-Why do you eat my takeaway?

At this point in time, it's as if Jian Liangyi has already talked about it.

Jane coolly licked the sweet and spicy sauce on her lips, and replied with one hand.

- It's cold.

Half an hour later, Fang Zilu himself came to the door.

With a gloomy face, he pulled the stool and sat down in front of Jane Liangyi.

Jian Liangyi spat out a piece of chicken bone, and then put a chicken wing into her mouth.

Fang Zilu took the Coke on the table and poured half a bottle with his head up.

"This classmate," Fang Zilu screwed on the bottle cap, and put the Coke heavily on Jian Liangyi's table, "why do you want me to take out?"

Jian Liang glanced at Fang Zilu, thinking that this person was childish, like a primary school student.

"I'm talking to you." Fang Zilu stood up, pressed the back of Jian Liangyi's seat with his left hand, and propped his right hand on the edge of the table, "Can't you hear me?"

"I heard," Jian Liangyi raised her hand and handed over a chicken wing, "I don't want to eat cold."

Fang Zilu was stunned, and opened his mouth to bite it over: "You didn't dip me in the sauce."

Jian Liangyi brought the sweet and spicy sauce to him again.

"Being so kind to me?" Fang Zilu was flattered, dipped the chicken wings in the dipping sauce and sat back on his stool, "There is a conspiracy."

"No," Jian Liang said lightly, "cannibalism is short."

The two chattered and ate the chicken wings, and the scene was very harmonious for a time.

The unpleasant past half a month ago seemed to have disappeared.

Progress seemed too smooth.

After Fang Zilu finished eating two chicken wings, he followed Jian Liangyi to the bathroom to wash his hands.

They were shoulder to shoulder, and the distance was too close, Fang Zilu couldn't help but want to move.

"Not too crowded?" Jane coolly muttered.

The voice was low and pressed, Fang Zilu thought it was cute.

He simply raised his hand, repeating his tricks to block Jian Liangyi into the door frame.

"What are you doing?" Jian Liangyi seemed helpless.

Fang Zilu didn't know what to do, he was already very happy just looking at Jian Liangyi.

"You have a bit of sauce here," Fang Zilu moved his head closer to Jian Liangyi's face, and lightly stroked his lips with his index finger, "It's gone."

Jian Liangyi leaned back: "You don't need to do anything after you say it."

"Jane coolness."

Fang Zilu withdrew his hand after wiping the sauce, but his body did not return to its original position.

He leaned forward again, looking into Jian Liangyi's eyes through a few strands of hair.

"Aren't you angry?" Fang Zilu asked carefully, Jian Liangyi couldn't bear to say it even if she was angry.

"No," he pointed his fingers at Fang Zilu's chest, barely preventing him from approaching slowly, "you can get a new breath if you get closer."

Curly eyelashes fluttered, covering those dark blue pupils.

Fang Zilu raised his hand and nodded Jian Liang's eyes.

"Don't do it." Jane coolly turned her face away.

"Why didn't you let me go?" Fang Zilu's hand touched his slightly cold ear again, "I'm quite surprised."

Jian Liang felt the black line on her forehead: "I've never seen someone like you."

"Then I'm also considered unique?" Fang Zilu was rather proud.

Jian Liang pursed her lips, but didn't say anything.

"The two are so close, they are either fighting or kissing." Fang Zilu smiled, and the dog's drooping eyes were bent, as if hiding the sun, "Choose one."

Jian Liang looked at those eyes, and her heart moved slightly: "Don't choose."

"Then I chose?" Fang Zilu curled up his fingers pressing on the door frame, and he lowered his head again, his forehead almost touching Jian Liangyi's.

"Kiss, okay?"

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