If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will? - Chapter 39

Xiao Er helped me convey the hunger of Zhong Yuan, but I did not go down to find him. I really want to see him, but I am afraid to see him, that mood, how many contradictions are contradictory.

Anyway, Zhong Yuan is a smart person, and certainly will not hang on a meal card.

I stayed in the dorm this weekend, and I spent a few bags of instant noodles that were expired. It has been said that I have not eaten instant noodles for a long time. Zhongyuan has a high demand for food and never eats junk food. So I followed him all the time to eat on time. It is a long time for me to face me. .

I poked the steaming noodles in front of me and sighed, why do I think of Zhongyuan when I do anything.

I climbed up the campus forum bored and typed the word “Zhong Yuan” in the search box. This did not disappoint me. The relevant content of several pages, 90% of which is about his gossip. And every one of his gossips must involve a girl. I have had the privilege of being a member of this mighty rumored actress. I remember that I solemnly asked him to clarify it. Now think about it, if he wants It’s good to be able to push the boat from the water…

As I was thinking about it, I opened a recent related gossip post.

This rumored actress is a classmate of Zhong Yuan. It is said that he often works with Zhong Yuan in the same group. The two have cultivated revolutionary feelings and then upgraded from revolutionary feelings to illegitimate relationships.

It is said that this girl is the school flower of Zhongyuan in their school. There are a few photos of this girl in the forum. It looks good. I personally feel that there is no hospitality in our college. Oh, forgot to say, our college The hospital flower is just not under.

Ok, I know this idea is narcissistic, but in this case I need to inspire my fighting spirit. >__<

I depressed the webpage in a depressed way, how to think how sad. I know that my emotions have been affected too much by Zhong Yuan, but I can’t control it. I can’t help but think about him. I can’t help but care about his every move.

I found that my relationship with Zhong Yuan is like the relationship between chicken and hen. A hen can have many chickens, but a chicken has only one hen.

Oh, this metaphor seems to be inappropriate. We are actually more like the relationship between the stars and the moon, he is the moon, I am the star. The moon is always the most unique and attractive in everyone’s eyes, and we can only be a foil to the stars.

I told myself over and over again that there were so many scandals in Zhongyuan, but the flowers in the courtyard were just one of many stars, but there was a constant sound in my heart: What if it was true?

Because of this long-standing ambition to destroy my own prestige, I was depressed for the whole afternoon.

In the evening, I found myself living in the cave for two days. It is really necessary to go out and walk, and I need strength to miss. What’s more, after eating two days of instant noodles, this is a blow from the body to the heart for a normal meal for three meals a day. I need a little comfort.

I am going to go to the supermarket and use the card of Zhong Yuan to comfort me with the damage caused by my thoughts on him.

However, I saw in the supermarket the people I was most afraid of seeing at this time, and the rumored heroine.

The two of them were laughing and queuing in front of the checkout counter. The hospital smiled and licked their teeth, and the saliva flowed out quickly.

There was a sense of irritability in my heart, and I was not in the mood to buy something. I turned and walked away from the supermarket.

Out of the supermarket, I walked aimlessly on the road, while walking and kicking the snow under my feet. I am full of the scene just now, and the photo in the forum, the clothes they wear are so similar, like a couple’s clothes…

The more you think, the more depressed you are. I was thinking about it, I couldn’t help but bump into a person. I looked up and wanted to apologize. However, when I saw that person’s face, this sentence “I’m sorry” could not be said anyway, leaving nothing but overwhelmed. There is a little bit… angry.

I fixed my mind and sneered: “Why are you alone, what is the flower in the hospital?”

Zhong Yuan looked at my eyes quietly, suddenly bent his mouth and smiled and said, “Is it jealous?”

I was exposed by him and immediately became angry and angry. “You…nonsense!”

However, my voice just fell, but suddenly fell into a hug. A strong, broad, unfamiliar embrace.

Zhongyuan’s chin rested on the top of my head, hugged me with my arms, and hugged me like a rabbit. He sighed and said softly, “My internal organs are breaking, why don’t you understand?”