I Have 108 Kinds Of Teasing Skills - Chapter 39
You’re the cutest.
I didn’t have time to think about it when I said it.
But after thinking about it, I said it anyway.
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After the gauze was removed, Zhao Yunsang joined the army of library seat snatchers and continued her miserable study life of “waking up early compared to chickens and sleeping late compared to dogs”.
The medicine prescribed by the old doctor worked well, and she persisted until the whole bottle was finished, and no more tinnitus appeared.
The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the photos.
The most common expressions are [smile].
Later, Zhao Yunsang and his science, the smiley face on WeChat is called MMP death smile, he stopped sending, and instead used [crying laugh] and [OK].
Zhao Yunsang would occasionally look through their chat logs and found that it was mostly her chattering, but the magic was that Fusheng would return every sentence.
[tree rapper: Wednesday classes are so full, my brain won’t turn after a day, are there a lot of classes in your electronics department?
I saw the little crippled cat in the playground, the one you fed ham last time, remember?
I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to get a new one. Do you like milk tea? I like coconut eight points sweet.
I heard that a Japanese restaurant has opened on Wen Street, and it has a good reputation. When are you free, I’ll treat you to dinner.
[Vosun: Hmm.] [Vosun: Remember.]
I’m not sure I’d like it.
[Vosun: Not really.] [Vosun: Not really.] [Vosun: Not really.]
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.
……
Sometimes she sent too many articles alone, Vosun could not return, but never interrupted her.
Only at 10:30 would she be reminded not to stay up late, go to bed early, and then send good night.
More than once, Zhao Yunsang wondered if Fusheng had dedicated half an hour to chat with her.
But after doubting, she felt too self-absorbed.
The night that Zhao Yunsang finished her medicine, she took the initiative to send a photo to Fusheng, an empty medicine bottle.
Fusheng did not return immediately, may be busy.
The phone was tossed aside, and Zhao Yunsang plopped down on her bed to study for tomorrow’s English exam.
The company’s main goal is to provide the best possible service to its customers.
The first time I saw you, I had to go back to the office.
[Fusheng: How do you feel?
Zhao Yunsang crossed her legs and shook her feet, typing in a good mood: [No tinnitus lately.
[Fusheng: Good.] [Fusheng: Good.]
The first thing you need to do is to take care of yourself, if you don’t feel well, talk to me and accompany you to the examination.
–The word accompany is used spiritually.
Zhao Yunsang buried his face in the pillow, smiling so much that he couldn’t see his teeth, and fluttered hard like a fish.
“What are you doing?”
Chu Meng sitting on her adjacent bed with a penlight to read PPT review material, the whole person is about to be turned up by her, inexplicably, “foot cramp?”
“…… cough, nothing.”
Zhao Yunsang immediately returned to normal, find a cute and sweet emoticon, reply: [good].
The two chatted for a while.
Fusheng asked her if the scar on her ear bone had fallen off, and Zhao Yunsang casually snapped a picture over to her left ear.
[tree rapper: [picture]]
[Tree rapper: It fell off a long time ago.] [Tree rapper: It fell off a long time ago.]
There was silence.
The second message was sent by Zhao Yunsang, and only then did she slowly realize that from tonight onwards, her excuses and cover-ups for looking for Vosun to chat had expired.
Suddenly a little regret.
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Fusheng put together the data Professor Liang wanted, sent it to the other party’s email, and clicked on the WeChat chat box.
The other side sent a photo.
In the viewfinder there is a small half of the girl’s side face, slightly curly hair tipped over the chin and pinned behind the ear. The ear bones are moist and white in the light, almost transparent.
…… strange.
“What are you looking at?”
The company’s main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers. Eh… what are you doing?”
Before Zhou Jingxiao could see clearly, Fusheng had quickly closed the chat page: “Nothing.”
“……”
Cut, rare.
Zhou Jingxiao gave him a middle finger and went to the balcony to water his precious cactus with a humming song.
When Zhou Jingxiao disappears behind the balcony door, Fusheng re-taps WeChat and saves the photo by hand.
Zhao Yunsang’s left ear stood out among the pile of data files in the computer gallery.
It is also extraordinarily cute.
Fusheng flexed his fingers and rubbed the tip of his eyebrows, still not able to hold back the curve of his mouth.
–It’s really strange.
In this world, how could someone have such cute ears?
It’s just that the excuse used to chat in the future may have to be invalidated, he thought, quite unfortunately.
—— off-topic — —
Two-way crushes are really super sweet (? >?
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Another note: the title is not original, from Pushkin.