I Have 108 Kinds Of Teasing Skills - Chapter 12
Zhao Yunsang did not meet Fusheng for two weeks, but Yan Bei Ke still does not die waiting for her dormitory building, every time to buy a box of green orange flavored lollipops.
Zhao Yunsang after class back to the dorm, and roommates laughing and chatting straight past, the eyes did not share to him.
The two were confirmed to have broken up in the posting.
The love letters and gifts sent to Zhao Yunsang piled up in the mailroom, but she didn’t pay any attention to anyone.
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At the end of September, the smell of autumn is getting stronger.
Early morning.
Chu Meng pulled open the glass and saw the white mist outside the window.
The sound of water rang out in the bathroom behind her. Zhao Yunsang was carried out of the blanket by her, still washing up.
There are two people left in the dormitory.
Ding Huan is law school; Mo Li and her two are in the same major and different classes, and the class schedule is arranged differently, the first session is English class, which left half an hour ago.
“Twenty minutes left.”
Chu Meng leaned against the wall to see the time, chattering about her, “Huanhuan said you sleep at two o’clock in the middle of the night, how can you be so patient? Stay up late sudden death know?”
Zhao Yunsang wears a deer antler hair band on his head, his face is small and white, gurgling and gargling: “I know.”
“Then you still stay up?”
“Just want to prove it.” Zhao Yunsang washed the toothpaste foam off the corner of his mouth, “I’m not afraid to die.”
Chu Meng: “……”
Wave not light you.
Zhao Yunsang skin finished himself laughing, out of the bathroom, casually took off the hair band and threw the hanging basket.
The bed rail on a gray ringer knit cardigan and pencil pants, she changed clothes while explaining: “My fans yesterday had to let write a manuscript and then sleep.”
Zhao Yunsang opened a microblogging account in her freshman year, taking photos of her daily life and occasionally writing a few paragraphs on a whim. Her writing is witty and humorous, and can poke people’s hearts out, so she has accumulated a lot of fans over the past two years.
She would sometimes borrow the stems from her fans’ hot comments and write a piece to post on Weibo, which later became a habit.
These two weeks the department always meeting, last night to see the microblogging private messages full, all in the urge to update, so racked his brain to make up a small story, make up to midnight.
Chu Meng see her bending over to tie her shoes: “They do not pay, said you write you write?”
“Figure happy.” Zhao Yunsang straightened up.
See her also want to take out a lipstick from the cosmetic storage box bottles and jars, Chu Meng can’t stand it, carry Zhao Yunsang a foot kicked her out the door.
“Go to class is not to go shopping! Draw a bird of makeup! Where there are handsome guys for you to hook up!”
“Then let’s go to the cafeteria to eat ……”
“Eat a fart!”
Zhao Yunsang again began to talk cheap: “do not have to be so frugal, Dad feed you – ouch!”
Another two kicks.
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The sky was blue and high.
The flowerbeds in the laboratory building are overgrown with moonflowers.
The school road is straight and wide, along the road two rows of ornamental flowering trees with golden leaves. The water and the rockery, and the fish are relaxing.
Young people come and go with books in their arms.
The sound of reading is heard from the Learning and Knowledge Building.
When the elevator dings to the fourth floor, many students with breakfast come out one after another, either alone or side by side, and pour into the classrooms along the corridor.
I don’t know if it’s because the bell is about to ring, but 416 is extra crowded this time, a glance at the full house.
There are several girls are in the mirror make-up, from time to time together excitedly discuss what, the gaze intentionally or unintentionally swept over the front row of a corner.
Zhao Yunsang and Chu Meng from the back door into the class, she two last night on the position, the penultimate row.
Chu Meng broke over the empty seat matching chair to sit down, a little strange: “Today’s attendance is so high.”
“It’s not Friday, all idle.”
Zhao Yunsang yawned, unloaded the satchel into the table hole, loaded to half stuck.
There is something inside.
Zhao Yunsang reached into the hole in the table, and accidentally carried out a steaming bag of breakfast. Four red dates sweet roast wheat, four soup dumplings, a cup of mushroom chicken porridge, and a tea egg.
Zhao Yunsang put the breakfast on the desktop, asked Chu Meng: “Is it you bought?”
The fragrant smell attracted the attention of the surrounding students.
Everyone turned their heads.
Zhao Yunsang against the many eyes, smoothly carried the breakfast a little higher: “Whose egg is this?”
“……”
The air was slightly quiet.
Only after Zhao Yunsang finished speaking did he realize that this sentence seemed a bit ambiguous, and immediately corrected himself: “Sorry, I’ll ask again – whose tea eggs are these?”
The class was silent.
Some students in the front row couldn’t hold back their laughter.
Slowly, as if there is some new bird flu virus infection, from front to back are in the goose goose.
Zhao Yunsang seemed to be in the goose circle for a while.
The first goose to laugh out loud is a young man wearing a navy blue sweatshirt, lying on the desktop laughing until straight shoot thighs – the problem is not that he has a low laughing point, is that he shoots other people’s thighs.
The person at the next table was probably bored by his pat, and unceremoniously smashed a book over.
Then, the person who smashed him turned around.
A pair of beautiful and sentimental peach blossom eyes carelessly swept over Zhao Yunsang. The eye sockets are dark and cold.
Zhao Yunsang and he stared at each other, and suddenly stared.
This this this, this is not ……
—— off-topic — —
Xiao Fu: I heard that you broke up, I came to offer my condolences.