Jiang Nian put one hand on the desk, resting his head on it, and put his mobile phone on his lap.

"Smile?"

Suddenly I recalled that during the sports day, I went to the class monitor to ask for leave.

He was driving back to Xiaolongtan at that time. He only remembered that he was in a hurry and chatted a lot.

Li Qingrong just listened and seemed to smile a little.

It was a little dark at that time, maybe because the green wall covered with vines on the flag-raising platform blocked the light, so her smile seemed very weak.

Smile, then smile back yourself.

Jiang Nian chose the little yellow face emoticon package and remembered that there was a big head smiling.

Whoever responds with the same expression is not in line with Zhou etiquette and must be different.

Why can't I find it? A large smiling face with a small yellow face.

I clearly remember that I saved it when I was a freshman in high school and my brain was normal, but I can't find it.

He rummaged through the collection and found too many pictures, such as "No young woman will like you like you" and "It's normal to have that kind of desire for me".

[Blowing me does not exist, I have no morals], [Teacher, I think you still have charm], [I am indeed not as good as you in being a dog].

Jiang Nian was extremely embarrassed, looking for a smile among a bunch of abstract emoticons.

He finally found a smile, and the result was "Is your mother here?"

Finally, Jiang Nian gave up.

His fingers were a bit sore from turning over for too long, and he twitched unconsciously, and an [Old Shi Basho] was sent over. He originally wanted to withdraw it, but it didn't seem abstract at first glance.

Forget it, that's it.

After waiting for a while, Li Qingrong didn't reply, so he probably took a rest.

Also, whoever is fine can send emoticons accordingly.

Jiang Nian put away his cell phone, lay on the table and slowly closed his eyes.

at the same time.

In the boys' dormitory of Building 5 in the North District, Lin Dong sat on the bed, huddled up against the wall.

"Old cousin, what are you doing?"

Yang Qiming stood in the hallway of the dormitory, holding on to the bed frame with a serious look on his face.

"I heard you want to change dormitories?"

"Ah, that's right." Lin Dong was almost squeezing into the wall, "Old man, don't think too much, I just. I'm too naive to have a dream last night."

Yang Qiming wanted to say something, for example, the weekly math test scores were not important and the two Lis were invincible. Suddenly, he heard Tai Nai mentioning the dream and was immediately confused.

"What?"

Lin Dong swallowed and said, "My wife said that I am too tough and asked me to change to a dormitory that is not so masculine."

"Isn't this pure superstition?" Yang Qiming was dumbfounded, "No, Brother Dong, your reason is too ridiculous. Even if it is, you can't be foolish and filial."

"Why don't you stop thinking about it and stop moving?"

He had just made up his mind to give up on women and focus on his brothers and studies. Others said that he would be frustrated in love but happy in the workplace.

Why did he end up losing his girlfriend and brother?

Is this reasonable?

In this regard, Lin Dong was a little frustrated.

"Can you hurt me if I'm too big? Don't try to persuade me, I'm just such a filial person!"

Lin Dong used a week's lunch at noon and the friendship he had accumulated in daily life. He successfully reached a deal with a boy in Zeng You's dormitory and moved in in the afternoon!

No matter whether I misunderstood or not, there was no turning back when I opened my bow.

His life creed is, either don't do it, or follow through to the end. There is absolutely no reason to do something halfway and then regret it later.

Yang Qiming tried to persuade him a few more times, but the more he persuaded, the stronger Lin Dong's determination to change dormitories became. Seeing that he could not persuade him, he was too lazy to continue to persuade.

This day is destined to be his Black Monday.

Yang Qiming rolled into bed, intending to take a nap to heal his inner wounds.

Although he always acted like he didn't care and even deceived himself, when they really separated, he knew that his heart was honest and he kept saying that he loved her.

At this moment, all the sadness gathered in the chest.

Yang Qiming, who couldn't sleep anyway, opened QQ WeChat, but the verification message still failed.

He couldn't help but clenched his fists and thought to himself, "What about the happiness that we promised you? Will girls always only use tense words in their mouths?"

Yang Qiming took a deep breath and opened Douyin. The first video was, "How to win back your girlfriend's heart."

He read it once, and the moment he closed his eyes, he remembered all the past experiences with his girlfriend, the grievances and pain were mixed together, and the macho man couldn't help but burst into tears because of his deep love.

Lin Dong took a nap, sleeping with one eye and watching with the other.

I will move into the dormitory in the afternoon.

He is a nostalgic person. Even if he has to leave this dormitory for various reasons, it does not mean that he has no feelings for this dormitory. After all, he has stayed there for a long time.

Damn it, why does it feel like breaking up? It’s so bad.

The lunch break is about to end, and the bell will ring at 1:50.

Lin Dong saw that there were only seven minutes left on the clock, and there was nothing unusual about Yang Qiming. He began to reflect on himself, was everything he saw last night true? Is it true when you see it?

Maybe what happened last night was just a misunderstanding. Qiming's old cousin is actually a simple and honest person. Maybe he was just too sad to break up with his girlfriend.

As for boys, it’s normal to fall down when you’re unhappy.

It can only be said that Lao Biao is naturally insensitive. He adjusts his emotions while cutting the screen to reply to his own messages. Maybe he went at the wrong time, or Lao Biao just finished.

Thinking like this, his heart gradually calmed down.

Goodbye, 505.

The breathing light on the mobile phone was inexplicably bright. Lin Dong didn't sleep at all during his lunch break, so he picked it up and took a look. There was no news, except that Qiming's old watch updated a QQ signature.

Lin Dong smiled, he was relieved and explained.

No matter what Laobiao says, I won’t think too much about it

Devouring God: [I will use absolute reason to suppress this fatal love. The journey is full of scenery, and I will not go over mountains and ridges for you in the future.]

Huh? That’s weird. Take another look.

Lin Dong read it word for word, thinking that this should be for his girlfriend.

It doesn't sound right if you think about it carefully. His girlfriend deleted him and never brought him back. Who is he showing this to? It's so damn good. Jiang Nian's message last night flashed in his mind.

[You can ask him, he will definitely say so. Little fool, this is what I prepared for you.]

Damn, Jiang Nian is poisonous!

Akaishi!

Lin Dong's hair stood on end, and his whole back was wet with cold sweat.

His roommates were all still taking a nap, so he quietly rolled out of bed. He lowered his head and tied his shoelaces lightly. He still couldn't stay in this dormitory. He would move in the afternoon and leave early.

After Lin Dong finished everything, he touched the door.

Before going out, he accidentally looked back. He happened to see a face with tears streaming down his face. The expression on old cousin Qiming's face was very strange.

There is a trace of doubt in the pain, and a trace of disappointment in the anger.

Lin Dong didn't dare to stay and ran away.

There were still five minutes left before the end of lunch break, and Jiang Nian woke up.

Because Zhang Ningzhi is here.

Because there is a book basket under the chair, the chair cannot be moved.

Jiang Nian pressed his body forward, commonly known as breastfeeding on the desk.

Zhang Ningzhi passed behind him carrying lemon tea, passing by a burst of aroma, and placed the lemon tea on his table.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." Zhang Ningzhi's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, a kind of cultivated happiness.

Jiang Nian turned his head and glanced at her, wondering what she was happy about. Girls' moods were always difficult to predict, and now he wanted to let go and find someone to double queue with.

"Why."

Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi turned around.

"What's wrong?"

It's strange that since the two of them met, Zhang Ningzhi acquiesced that in a certain context, the title "hey" refers to her, which is similar to situational substitution.
To be continued...