The villain cannon fodder has awakened his consciousness

Mother Shen opened the door, and she was slightly taken aback when she saw the tall and handsome Lin Tui standing at the door.

She had two phone calls with Lin Tui, one of which was a video call, but it was obvious that she had a more outstanding temperament, and she had a good self-cultivation.

"You are Xiao Lin, right?" Shen's mother warmly greeted, "Come in."

Shen Mogui said with a smile, "Mom, this was taken by Lin Tui. This time you can see the money back. Don't blame me for being a loser in the future."

In the past, members of the swimming team often came to eat at home, and the age of seventeen or eighteen was the age when they had a good appetite. In addition, they consumed a lot of sports, which caused the food expenses at home to rise steadily.

Shen's mother often joked with Shen Mogui that giving birth to him was a money-losing business, and she lost money even if she paid for food and drink.

"Fuck you." Mother Shen slapped Shen Mogui on the back while laughing and cursing, "You talk nonsense all day long."

But seeing seven or eight gift boxes, Shen's mother was also shocked, "Come here, why are you still taking so many things, how much will it cost?"

Lin Tui explained, "Not all of them are bought, some are given by others, and the cosmetics are bought for you."

Seeing what his mother wanted to say, Shen Mogui put down his things and said, "Okay, Mom, don't nag me anymore, Lin Tui and I will go back to the house first, his arm is injured, I'll show him .”

Mother Shen was worried, "Will those two brushes work for you? Don't make things worse for Xiao Lin."

Shen Mogui said 'no' and dragged Lin back.

Shen Mogui's home is a small three-room apartment with an actual area of ​​only over 90 square meters, which is not as big as a single-room dormitory at school.

Shen Mogui's room was small, the bed and desk took up most of the space, and comics, CDs, and hand-made models were scattered in every corner of the room.

After rummaging through the cabinets to find the medicine box and various sprays, Shen Mogui patted his bed and said to Lin Tui, "Sit."

Lin Tui had doubts about Shen Mogui, a barefoot doctor, "No, I'm fine."

Shen Mogui directly pushed Lin Tui onto the bed, patted his shoulder joints decently, and asked Lin Tui if it hurts and what kind of pain method he had from time to time.

The body is the capital of an athlete, Shen Mogui never made fun of his own capital, nor would he make fun of others.

He massaged Lin Tui a few times, sprayed medicine, and skillfully fixed Lin Tui's dislocated joints with a medical triangular towel.

Shen Mogui packed up the medicine box and said, "This will have to be fixed for at least ten days and half a month. Don't be disobedient. Your body is your own. You will feel better when you get old."

Just as she was talking, Shen's mother knocked on the door carrying the washed fruit, and she was startled when she saw Lin Tui's wrapped left arm, "It's so serious? Do you want to go to the hospital? How did you get hurt?"

Shen Mo answered for him, "It's fine, just take care of it for a few days."

Then he told Shen's mother the story of Lin Tui's hero saving the beauty in a beautified and adapted way. The whole story was full of ups and downs. Lin Tui picked a dozen alphas by himself, saved a beautiful omega after a narrow escape, and finally embraced the beauty.

Shen's mother was quite worried at the beginning, but the more she listened, the more outrageous she became.

"Stinky boy." Shen's mother slapped Shen Mogui on the back of the head and twisted his ears, "I'm talking about your mother, right?"

Shen Mogui screamed, "Hey, mom, it hurts."

Looking at the mother and son who were laughing and playing, Lin Tui was momentarily at a loss.

After Shen's mother left, Shen Mogui rubbed his ears twice, gasping exaggeratedly on purpose, looking in pain.

But beta ignored him, lowering his eyes and wondering what he was thinking.

Seeing that he was sitting upright, his shoulders and backs would always prop up his clothes in a straight line, Shen Mogui couldn't help but said, "Relax, don't be so straight."

Lin Tui looked at Shen Mogui, as if he didn't understand his inexplicable words.

Shen Mogui didn't talk nonsense and started directly. He clasped Lin Tui's knee and opened it a little, letting Lin Tui lie on his bed.

As soon as his back touched the mattress, Lin Tui frowned and tried to struggle.

"Lie down." Shen Mogui pushed Lin Tui back, and lay flat on the bed side by side with Lin Tui, looking up at the oxidized and yellowed ceiling.

"If your arm is not injured, I will take you to play street basketball. You should have never played street basketball, right? The rules are very simple, that is, there are no rules, as long as you put the ball in the basket, some body collisions are okay. Not as many rules as a basketball league."

"Did you know?" Shen Mogui turned his head to look at Lin Tuiqing's handsome profile.

Lin Tui's body tensed, his muscles gathered strength, and he was about to sit up and end this ridiculous conversation posture.

But Shen Mogui's gaze was too serious, unlike any time before, Lin Tui seemed to be fixed.

Shen Mogui said, "People are like high-pressure pumps. If they bear too much pressure, even machines will break down."

"I don't know how much pressure you have taken on, but I believe there must be some. You can't always be so tense. You have to learn to relax and learn to resolve yourself."

When Lin Tui seldom leaked his emotions, even when he was angry, he would not show his teeth and claws like him, and he would not even say a bad word.

It is precisely because of this that Shen Mogui is very worried about him, and always feels that Lin Tui is very unhappy today, although he never said it.

Shen Mogui leaned back with his head resting on his arms, and looked at the ceiling again, "The most important thing is that you have to learn to forgive yourself, this is what one of my former coaches said.

"Every time I don't get good grades, I will tell myself that, forgive myself for failure." And then stick to it.

Lin Tui's pupils moved, something was clogged in his throat that made him unable to speak again, but it was different from the feeling of apologizing to Bai Yuan last night.

There is no sense of suffocation and depression, just the sourness of swelling.

Lin Tui didn't get up from Shen Mogui's bed, and even fell asleep.

It didn't take long, about half an hour, probably because he didn't sleep well last night, which made him feel much better.

When Lin Tui woke up, Shen Mogui looked at him with a smile on his face.

It was rare for Lin Tui to feel ashamed. Even in Sophie's room, he had never slept so conscientiously before, let alone the first time he came to Shen Mo's home.

Feeling uncomfortable being stared at by Shen Mogui, Lin Tui pushed his face away with his hands.

Shen Mogui couldn't help laughing like an epileptic, Lin Tui ignored him with a cold face.

This time I came to Shen Mo's home as a guest, I couldn't say I was happy, but it was by no means unhappy.

At least with Shen Mogui buzzing in his ears, Lin Tui forgot his troubles for a short while.

Probably because he slept during the day, he was not sleepy at night, and it was not until the early morning that he changed from light sleep to deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took, and felt something was wrong in the drowsiness, with warm air blowing across his cheeks, Lin Tui thought he was in the dormitory in Bokelton.

"Stop making trouble." Lin Tui's voice was a little vague, "Shen Mogui."

A hand suddenly clasped his jaw, pinching it with some strength, Lin Tui was fully awake, and suddenly opened his eyes.

A shadow pressed against the bed in the darkness, and the light and shadow outside the window cut across his body, and his widened eyebrows and eyes could be vaguely discerned.

"Brother." Lin Jingshu leaned over, almost touching Lin Tui's cheek, with a smile on his lips, but his eyes were dark and deep, "I'm not Shen Mogui."

Lin Tui's face turned cold in an instant, and he raised his hand to wave Lin Jingshu away, but the other party grabbed his left shoulder wrapped in a medical bandage first.

Lin Tui showed pain, his throat constricted.

"Brother, is your arm injured?" Lin Jingshu's voice was full of worry, but the force on Lin Tui's shoulder did not restrain.

Lin Tui was furious, and slapped Lin Jingshu hard on the face.

Lin Jingshu's face was turned to one side, he licked his lips and smiled.

Turning to look at Lin Tui, Lin Jingshu heard him say in a disgusted tone, "Get out!"

"Brother." Lin Jingshu's voice was extremely deep and magnetic in the silent night, and he whispered next to Lin Tui's ear, "You really owe it to me."

Lin Jingshu spoke malicious words, and wiped Lin Tui's lips heavily with his fingertips, and quickly lowered his head to bite Lin Tui's congested lower lip.

Lin Tui's pupils contracted and his eyes widened.

He didn't recover from the shock until he tasted the smell of blood. He slammed Lin Jingshu's shoulder away, raised his hand angrily, and loud applause echoed in the bedroom.

Lin Jingshu straightened up, took two steps back, half of his face melted into the darkness, and the other half of his face was illuminated by the street lamp outside the window, with five marks clearly appearing on it.

Alpha lowered his eyelashes, his expression was obscure, but the eyes that fell on Lin Tui's face were extremely calm.

Lin Tui seemed to be infected with some deadly virus, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and glared at Lin Jingshu, "You're crazy!"

"I heard that you are going to reconcile with Sophie?" Lin Jingshu's voice could not distinguish between emotion and anger.

Lin Tui found it ridiculous, and gritted his teeth, "Are you doing it for Sophie?"

"You can also understand it in this way." Lin Jingshu withdrew his usual disguise, showed his fangs, and his whole body was filled with a chilling aura.

He warned in a low voice: "I advise you not to mess with him again."

Lin Tui looked at Lin Jingshu in disgust, "You disgusting lunatic, get out of my room!"

Lin Jingshu bent his lips and smiled, looking gentle and obedient, "Brother An, I wish you a sweet dream that night."

He turned around and took a few steps, pausing slightly, "By the way, I forgot to tell you, I don't have to go to school over there anymore, and I will officially return to school next Monday."

Lin Tui's originally gloomy face became even more ugly after hearing Lin Jingshu's words.

After Lin Jingshu left, he threw off the quilt, got out of bed, went to the bathroom, turned on the tap and rubbed his mouth for 2 minutes.

The next day, the lips were swollen as expected, and Lin Jingshu bit the corner of his mouth to make a gash. Lin Tui didn't know how to cover it up, so he had to go downstairs to have breakfast like this.

I bumped into Lin Jingshu at the entrance of the restaurant, and the other party greeted Lin Jingshu as usual, "Good morning, bro."

Lin Yongting had already sat in the dining room, Lin Tui couldn't argue with Lin Jingshu in front of him, so he pretended not to hear, pulled out the dining chair and sat down.

Lin Jingshu walked in, called Lin Yongting his father, and sat down on Lin Tui's left.

The servant at home knew that Lin Tui was injured in his arm, so he cooked porridge for him alone, and the rest were Western-style breakfast.

Lin Tui removed the triangular scarf used to fix the joints last night, his left arm naturally hung on his knees, and he only used his right hand to scoop up soup.

Halfway through drinking, Lin Jingshu reached out and grabbed his wrist under the table.

Lin Tui stung his nerves, choked on the porridge, and tried to shake off Lin Jingshu's hand at the same time.

The sound of coughing alarmed Lin Yongting, who looked over with a frown.

If there was any substance in that gaze, Lin Tui was put in shackles like a shackle. He coughed in his throat and coughed twice suppressedly.

Under the table, Lin Jingshu's fingers slid into Lin Tui's fingertips. Not only did his palms stick to his, but he also raised his toes to rub against Lin Tui's calf.

Lin Tui clenched the hand holding the spoon tightly, and a storm arose in his heart.