How to make your boyfriend cry with one word

"Brother! Brother, brother, open the door, open the door..."

The young man in front of the desk leaned forward slightly, facing the setting sun that was about to disappear in the evening, clutching a copy of "Must Memorize Ancient Poems for College Entrance Examination", chanting words in his mouth.

"Everyone enjoys their own happiness, Yu Du is so good at self-cultivation...I'm so bored!"

The recitation was disturbed by the constant knocking on the door, the young man frowned tightly, and a tear mole at the end of his left eye turned around with the master's anger and exposed it to the sun, small but distinct.

He Jing opened the door with a "snap", looked at the cousin standing outside the door, and said patiently, "Make up from nine to eleven in the morning. Now is my study time, and I have to play games after twelve o'clock in the evening."

After finishing speaking, he was about to close the door, when his cousin gave him a dark look, whoever is interested in walking around the field after twelve o'clock, "Brother, don't close it, it's only one minute!"

"Look at this!" Taking advantage of the summer vacation, her cousin was sent by her parents to let her eldest cousin in a key high school take tuition. He Jing is not interested in raising children, but the school's summer practice report has to be completed, and by the way, he also wants to study how Do a good job as a "tutor". Anyway, you don't have too many skills, and you may come in handy someday.

It's just that the students don't cooperate very much, and it's fine if they don't concentrate on making up lessons, but now it actually takes up his precious study time.

He Jing looked at the book held up in front of her, and glanced at the words on it - Raiding Bai Yueguang School Grass.

"wait."

He Jing returned to the desk and copied the ancient poems on the table.

"Give."

The cousin looked at the memorization of the college entrance examination on the novel, blinked her eyes twice, and pouted her lips, "Brother, I'm only in junior high school."

Is it necessary to consider the college entrance examination in junior high school?

He Jing said: "In our country, everything has to start with the children. How many babies are born with a sign saying that there are 6570 days before the college entrance examination. You are about to enter the second year of junior high school, and there are only 1825 days left."

The cousin was completely speechless, and put the novel below into his hand, "Auntie is right, you are too nerdy. Don't talk about anything else, I just came to share a novel with you. There is a novel with the same name as you Brother, you should pay attention, the imminence of transmigrating the book is unstoppable, you hurry up and recite the whole book, the younger sister can only help you get here."

The cousin walked away, and before He Jing could correct her use of idioms indiscriminately, there was an extra book in her hand.

Raiders?White Moonlight?Return school grass?

vulgar!

The novel was casually thrown to the corner of the bookshelf, and He Jing was thinking about taking it out and using it when he needed a table leg someday.

For dinner, he ate pasta, which was tasteless. He Jing went upstairs to take out the math workbook after finishing his work. He had to finish it before twelve o'clock tonight, and there were still more than 20 pages left.

Mathematics in the second year of high school is not difficult for him. After all, he is an excellent student who has participated in several math competitions that are almost as difficult as the college entrance examination. He does low-difficulty exercises just to improve his hand speed.

It was almost 12:30 after finishing the questions. He Jing rubbed his bewildered head, canceled tonight's game session, planned to take a bath and sleep, and had to get up early tomorrow to practice English listening.

Checking the alarm clock, at six o'clock, he turned the bedside lamp to the darkest.

There is still one week of summer vacation, this is the first time he goes to bed before one o'clock, a little insomnia.

The light is warm yellow, dark and not dazzling, but it also makes the room transparent enough to see everything clearly.

Including the cuboid he threw at the end of the bookshelf.

The biological clock is too regular on weekdays, and I don't want to play chess tonight for no reason, and I can't sleep anyway. He Jing got up and took the novel.

He heard the word "crossing the book" mentioned by a female student in the class before. It seemed to mean that entering a book and becoming a certain character in it, the novelist's brain is big, and he can think of any plot.

How can anyone really go into the book?

He Jing turned to the first page, and immediately threw the book far away after reading the introduction.

so boring!

School grass, polyamorous love, jealousy, misunderstanding, top scorer in the college entrance examination...

Dog blood!How can anyone think about falling in love all day long and still hook up with the number one scholar in the college entrance examination?

No matter how talented the school grass is, it's enough!

Starting tomorrow, I will control my cousin's reading list, at least don't even think about touching those nonsensical and mindless things during the tutoring period at his place.

He Jing turned his head and glanced at the wall clock on the wall. It was 5 minutes before one o'clock. According to his biological clock, he would immediately feel sleepy.

But no, he was still clear when the minute hand pointed to 3, sober that he could count three of the small black dots on the ceiling.

Still a right triangle, fuck!

He Jing got up and scratched his hair irritably.

How can I have insomnia?It doesn't make sense.

Forget it, the more you force yourself to do something like sleeping, the more you can't do it.

With a hook of He Jing's long legs, he took the novel at the end of the bed into his hand and opened it again.

Reading a lot of text is hypnotic.

"Strategy of White Moonlight School Grass" has a total of [-] chapters. After reading the first three chapters, He Jing's writing style is average, and he didn't really feel sleepy, so he turned to a few chapters later.

There are more and more flaws, especially in the description of the main character Gong's appearance. It's not that He Jing has never seen a handsome classmate. Many celebrities are also handsome. People in their twenties and close to their thirties also have youthful but outstanding appearances. But the attack in this book...

[1.8 meters three, flamboyant appearance, provocative peach blossom eyes, jet black hair, soft hair, very good-looking hands, slender and skinny, thin lips, protruding nose...], emmmmm, what is hair feeling?

When He Jing abandoned the essay, he finally saw his cousin's name.

To give face to "myself" in the book, he turned through a few more chapters, his eyes becoming less and less clear.

It's not because of sleepiness, it's because "He Jing" is too stretched!

How can anyone know how to cry when encountering troubles all day long, who knows how to have a crush on others, who knows how to take the grade test, which makes parents and teachers angry? !

Enduring the discomfort, He Jing wanted to see if the follow-up "He Jing" could be a little more normal.

If it were him, facing the isolation and ridicule of the people around him, he would definitely change himself to adapt to the environment and pursue an independent and beautiful future. After all, "He Jing" is too rubbish, only himself Change is the way to go.

In He Jing's view, in front of "He Jing" in the book is a great and excellent opportunity-to change destiny with knowledge.

But the reality is skinny.

The role of "He Jing" is becoming more and more obsessed. If he can't catch up with the school grass Gong, he does a lot of small things to promote Gong's acceptance. If he can't get his father's love, he will only cry and complain to his only friend. His grades are very stable. I have never been on the second one, and I will only guard a mobile phone, staring at the chat messages that never come back.

He Jing felt ashamed of this little cannon fodder with the same name and surname as himself.

Forget it, it's just a novel, nothing to worry about.

He Jing turned to the last page for a glance, then turned a few pages forward, and finally found the ending of He Jing in the book—failed in the college entrance examination, and went home full of grievances to face the scolding of his father who was like a stepfather.

Still wronged, wronged ass!

I don't make progress, I only know to wait for someone I can't love, and I still point to a happy ending?

He Jing finally understands, the author's design for "He Jing" is just like this, a crying bag who doesn't make progress, a wishful thinking about love, and a poor ghost who doesn't love her father.

As for why his father doesn't hurt, He Jing didn't read the plots in the middle dozens of chapters, but his rough guess is that his studies are too poor and his father is dissatisfied.

Cousin really told a joke, she can't wear a book, and she can't be "He Jing", too useless!

He Jing finally fell asleep, and when he threw the book out for the nth time, the hour hand of the wall clock on the wall had skipped 2.

After wasting an hour on a cannon fodder, the person on the bed finally closed those beautiful eyes.

He Jing remembered that he set the alarm clock at six o'clock, and it was past two o'clock before going to bed. It stands to reason that this sleep should be very fast, one closed and one opened.But time passed for a long time, so long that he realized that it was time for him to wake up and practice English listening, and the alarm clock hadn't sounded yet.

Consciousness is consciousness, and body is body. Although he is conscious, He Jing can't actually wake up. It seems that he hasn't slept enough, but his mind is awake first.

When the alarm clock finally rang, He Jing opened his eyes satisfactorily, and got up with body consciousness.

The ceiling was spotless, and there was something strangely white, but He Jing ignored it and took the phone to turn off the alarm clock.

But before he put his index finger on "Close", his eyes widened.

What the hell?

7:00, to-do list - send good morning to Brother Yi.

Who is the interpreter?

Why are you texting him good morning?

No, what's even more bizarre is the ringtone of the alarm clock. His ringtone is the default sound of the system, which is beautiful and pleasant, but what I heard just now is clearly a sweet and cloying contralto.

He Jing has always been a sensitive person, looking around, he quickly found something wrong.

The bedroom is not his.

His favorite big bookshelf is gone, the sheets and quilts are not blue, the desk in front of the window is still there, but the piles of books on it are gone, replaced by two small potted plants and some other sundries, messy Incomparably...

Everything has changed.

He Jing propped his hands out of bed, but before he knew where it was, his head became dizzy and he fell back.

The buttocks touched the edge of the bed, and my brain was like an electric shock, which was chaotic but seemed to have a certain order. After a few minutes, it gradually calmed down, my head didn't hurt, but my face turned dark.

During the time just now, some bastard had injected the memory of another person into his mind, and that person was also called "He Jing".

joke!It must have been caused by reading a novel before going to bed, I am dreaming!

He Jing snorted coldly, got up and walked to the bathroom, looking at the mirror self-deceivingly.

He Jing looked at the strange handsome guy in the mirror for a minute, and He Jing was no longer calm.

How do you dream that you are another person's appearance?

Isn't it dreaming?

Uh...

He wanted to cry subconsciously and a tear was squeezed out of his brain.

There is a memory of him before going to bed directly above the bed. He Jing remembers it clearly. There is a right triangle surrounded by three points. If this small detail is gone...

It was indeed gone, He Jing, with inexplicable tears, looked at the ceiling as clean as his face, as if he had to admit a fact.

The cousin's crow's mouth came true.

He actually transmigrated into that bloody novel called "Strategy of the White Moonlight School Grass".

A heavy female cough came from outside, He Jing didn't even think about it, the face of Aunt Liu, the nanny, automatically popped up in his mind.

Regret, he is extremely regretful now, after pinching his hands a few times in a row, He Jing became numb.

Very painful and red bruises.

The imminent and unstoppable book-wearing really came.

The author has something to say: [People's livelihood is happy, Yu Du likes to cultivate and take it for granted] Obviously it is Qu Yuan's Lisao

Hope everything goes well!

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