The boys in front of me were too excited to run a knowledge contest at our school, and the plastic slaps broke and flew straight to my face.
Boom, cracker, I got hit in the face, literally in the face.
I was drawn to be an audience that day, and I was beaten for no reason, and immediately took advantage of it to show my face in the hospital.
The student who was in charge of the signing stunned, and I went out and didn’t notice the owner of the plastic slap was standing up.
There were men sitting in the auditorium, and I was going to run quietly, and the boy ran in the back and shouted, “Wait, I will take you to a hospital.” I’m sorry.
Can I help you?
The eyes of everyone on the side of the corridor were drawn, and the voice of the moderator was stuck for a second.
I’m ashamed not to stop but to run away.
A little electric donkey, a dead mother.
The next day, my roommate turned the white wall over to me.
Does anyone know that couple who fought at the grand hall yesterday? I’m running a problem. Boys are so handsome.
The girl who was injured yesterday by his mistake was given a bad rating at the treasure shop, making sure he doesn’t buy plastics of such poor quality next time. The roommate regretted it. She wanted to apologize. Could the wall get a contact?
I quickly caught the keyword.
“Dude”? I’m sorry.
The mother was single for nineteen years, and I, Dinwivie, was a complete disgrace.
My name’s Paik Kyeongdong.
Little Brother of the Corps calls me Wang Juncai’s wife.
I’m called Zhu Yilong’s wife.
I’m convinced that as long as the face is thick enough, all the handsome men of the world are in my backyard.
Yet I am a king of mouths and a straight daughter of steel, otherwise I will not be the only single dog in the bedroom. Watching my roommate sells my wi-fi two-dimensional code to the wall, I decided:
“If he’s really a handsome guy, I’ll buy you something to eat. I’m sorry.
The roommate said, “If I can get you two together, you’ll let him buy us the bottom of the sea.” I’m sorry.
Wesson will be here soon.
Handsome sent me a friend’s application and I immediately adopted the point.
And his roommate said, “O fool, hold on and hold on! I’m sorry.
So, for half an hour of this grab, I re-organised my friends’ circle under the direction of my roommate.
“What kind of sculptor are you? I’m sorry.
“I forbid you to say that about my beloved panda head. I’m sorry.
“Why do you stick to the 10-day security diary in your friends’ community? I’m sorry.
“Don’t you think it’s funny? I’m sorry.
“…and set me private! I’m sorry.
Finally, I barely managed to figure out my friend’s circle. The roommate’s language has been very strong in saying that it’s not that she doesn’t like panda heads (who in fact sent them to me all the time), but that in order to make a good impression on handsome men, my friends’ circles must give full expression to my lovely, gentle and innocent.
The circle of friends has been set up, and I’ve passed the handsome friend application.
Add the first step of a new friend, a little beginning.
It’s a back shadow, he’s standing by the sea, wearing white T-shirts, T-shirts being blown up by the wind, like a sail in the sea.
Shoulders wide, legs long, handsome.
Add a new friend, step two. Go to the circle.
As the roommate said, the picture is so beautiful and a bit like the Sea King. If he’s a sea king, he’ll die!
But…
“Nature, Science, 2020, 10 scientific discoveries and 10 scientific breakthroughs. I’m sorry.
Last year’s work was quoted by IJHMT’s latest review, thanks to Mr. Wang’s guidance and help. I’m sorry.
“It’s amazing how many scholars can combine planetary and hydrodynamics. I’m sorry.
All that slipped was forwarding and academic remarks.
I don’t know.
I’m against roommates.
And his roommate said: “Dinwivie, you seem to have met Xie’s ears. I’m sorry.
Shee-Ee really has a last name. It’s called Shee-Ee-Ee.
He said, “Did you tell your classmates that you were going to a hospital that day? I’ll pay for the medicine.
I’m sweaty, I typed: I didn’t actually go to the hospital, I just didn’t want to be an audience…
That was not said, because his roommate shouted, “Vivy, you cannot say that.” It’s the only thing you two have in common. You have to keep it going. I’m sorry.
I was stupid to watch her grab my phone, delete it, type it, make it.
No, it’s no big deal. If you’re sorry, buy me a cup of tea!
The news was quick: OK, how much meat grapes do you want?
Roommate: All sugar! Like me, hip-hop.
I’m shocked by the word “hush-hush” and the goose bumps.
“Vivy, the woman is the best.” From now on, you’ll have to give him a soft, panda head. No pandas! I’m sorry.
I sat there and took a ten-minute mind-washing “the best of women” and was trying to counter “we’re actually cute,” and I couldn’t help but listen to her.
The phone shook, and the carnival said, “Sweet grapes are coming down your dorm.”
This time I won’t let my roommate play again, grab my cell phone and type “Thank you.”
I brought the key down the stairs, and my roommate came back from the balcony and grabbed me. Put on a make-up and go down! Do you have a dress? Do you have a dress? I’m sorry.
I looked down on the balcony and saw a man standing in the shade with a glass of milk and tea. The shoulders are wide, the waist is thin, the legs are long, look at the side of the face and look like Kimura.
I don’t know.
Help! I’m getting nervous.
Actually, I don’t wear makeup, and this is roommate disease.
I bought cosmetics, but I didn’t want to, mostly because I thought I could count a page of linear algebra for 20 minutes.
The roommate came up with a knife and smiled at me: “The flower girl works, looks up, closes her eyes, I’ll fix your eyebrow!” I’m sorry.
As soon as the eyebrow was down, she squeezed the dust on my face and, in any case, 10 minutes had passed by when I was hurried down with her white dress.
Do you want to look in the mirror? She was holding an eyelash clip and yelling.
“No, I’m late! I’m sorry.
As a direct consequence of my panting on the sixth floor, I was in front of a carnival without knowing what to say.
That’s great. It’s completely blank.
The young man’s eyes were wet, and it was red in his ears, and it took me a long time to remember what was in his hand, but it was too fast for the tea to come out of the cup and wet my dress.
Do you remember, today, I wear the first white dress to be decapitated by my roommate?
A large piece of white fabric is wet, which leads directly to my leg being invisible.
It’s not gonna be light, but it’s not far away.
I don’t know.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
Within 24 hours, two social deaths.
That’s great. That’s great.
My first reaction was to cover the dress, and the first reaction of the Carnaval was to take out a tissue and wipe my dress.
His muscular line had a nice arm scratched around my leg, and my warm hand was itching, and I broke down and held his hand. I’m sorry.
As if he had reacted, he took a big step back and stammered and said, “I’m sorry!” I’m sorry.
If there is a God’s perspective, it is time to see a beautiful young woman bending over her skirt, and a handsome man with half a cup of milk and tea in a strange stand-off under the dormitory.
Pull the camera a little further and see my counselor coming through the road.
Indeed, in order to better secure the dormitory, the counselor’s dormitory is in the same building as us.
But if I knew I’d meet her, I’d die today and not drink this milk tea.
It’s a pity life isn’t if, but I don’t have a God’s perspective.
“Give me paper.” I’m sorry.
Gracias’ hands and feet were too busy to hand me a towel and whispered, “Sorry, I’ll take care of your dress.” I’m sorry.
“Who wants you to take charge? I’m yelling.
Then he looked up and saw my counselor’s confused face.
I watched the look on her face, from shock, to regret, to–
She slapped me on the shoulder: “Viv, if you’re in trouble, you must come to me and don’t hold it in your heart, okay? I’m sorry.
She went into the dormitory and looked back on me in the open window.
This eye, I will heal for life.
“I’m sorry my language isn’t so good, I mean, I can dry-clean or buy another one.” I’m sorry.
Please shut up.
I guess my face was so gruesome, he couldn’t stand it, he tried to calm it down, he put up milk tea, and he said, “Do you still drink?” I’m sorry.
It’s all on my skirt, and all the meat grapes without it are like Zhang Dong-sung without a wig.
Can I get you something to drink?
I couldn’t stand it. I was suffocating. (Reparately, the cursing technique that I’ve been working on for years across the Canyon is just sighs because he’s a handsome man. I’m not sure.
At that time, my cell phone shook, and I looked at it and it was my roommate.
She: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
I: You’re yelling at me.
She: Let him pay you a new dress and let him go shopping with you.
I:
Don’t look at me like I’m asking questions, but I’m shaking inside.
Go shopping with the handsome.
But who doesn’t want to go shopping with Kimura and buy a little dress?
But how can I euphemistically say, “I want a little dress,” be misunderstood…
And it was at that point that the phone vibrated, and he briefly answered the news and said to me, “Well, what are you waiting for? Why don’t I buy you dinner and take you to buy a dress? I’m sorry.
What do you mean “slept with a pillow”?
That’s it!
“I’m all right, I’m all right, we can eat now!”
But I want to remember the lesson of my roommate: hold on, hold on.
So I said, “Well, it should be okay.” I’m sorry.
As if she was a little nervous, she cleared her throat and said, “Shall we go now?” It’s 11 o’clock now. I’m sorry.
I’ll go up and change. I’m sorry.
She laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll wait for you. I’m sorry.
He smiled and looked and heard.
I’m waiting for you. What a wonderful three words.
And I will not hide from you that I have in mind a picture of it, that is the airport which sends farewell. And the man said to her: I wait for you, no matter how long you go.
BGM sounded like, “I spent six months of my savings over Haiti to see you.”
Oh, my God.
I pushed the door of the bedroom and three roommates brushed their heads off the balcony: “What brings you back? Bad news?”
I changed my clothes with my hands and feet: “It went well, he asked me to eat!” He said he’d pay me for a dress. I’m sorry.
My roommate walked over and closed my closet in cold blood.
♪ I can’t ♪
“Your T-shirts, your beach pants, come pick them in my closet. I’m sorry.
“In fact, those aren’t beach pants and maybe you know what Bermuda pants are? I’m sorry.
“All I know is that the gods love girls who wear JK! I’m sorry.
So I put on a nice tea plum, and I had a roommate’s bag on my back, even though I struggled to say that it wasn’t as good as my double shoulder computer.
The roommate seems to want to strangle me with a belt.
So I bowed, and said, “This bag, though it does not fit the cup of warmth, is it still its beauty?” I’m sorry.
“What kind of warm cups do you bring when you go out to dinner with the handsome?” Buy mineral water when you’re thirsty, and let him screw your cap! I’m sorry.
“Well, do as you say and leave me alone.” I’m sorry.
Do roommates listen to me?
As you can see from what I have just described, she is an iron-handed man in a soft-looking girl’s heart. She put me down on the sixth floor and indoctrinated me with a lot of “food and shopping” tips.
“You can pretend to slip when you walk. He’ll come and help you. It’s not like you’re throwing yourself in a hug. It’s too cheap. I’m sorry.
“Don’t eat when eating, don’t eat hot pots and canteens. What about peppers on your teeth? There’s a food for you to eat, and there’s a food for you, and it’s a food for the couple. I’m sorry.
“Ah, yes. When you go shopping, you have to show him your clothes, so he can comment. I beg you not to go to the sports brand, try a hammock. I’m telling you, it’s gonna work. I’m sorry.
I had a hard time with my hair. I’m sorry.
“No way! That’s what men do! I’m sorry.
At this moment, the top light of the building was on her face, and her face was so tenacious that a leader vowed to kill a way out with his foolish subjects.
“You look beautiful today.” I’m sorry.
I was afraid to look at him and pretended to be calm: “All right, I’ll do the same.” I’m sorry.
Help! I’m talking nonsense!
She laughed and said, “It was so embarrassing yesterday in the auditorium that she wanted to go with you to the hospital, but you didn’t hear me call you.” I’m sorry.
..I heard I was just… too dead to look back.
Who goes to a hospital because they hit him in the face? I’m not a porcelain man!
How can I explain to the big man that I was just trying to use the sly number so I don’t care? Wouldn’t it make him feel like I’m a little uncollective?
I want my roommate to teach me how to answer.
“What do you want to eat?” I know there’s a nice family.
And the benevolent command of his roommate was still in his ear, and I didn’t think it would come out of my mouth: “I want to eat a little sister-in-law.” I’m sorry.
She choked and continued what I had just interrupted. I’m sorry.
In order to cover up the awkwardness of the reply, We cast down our hair and said, “We are indeed in the right mind.” I’m sorry.
..kill me, before you kill me, put tape over my mouth and make me a mute in my next life.
The rest of the light saw her ears red.
Is he so pure?
Hey.
Take the exit. He’s going around to my left, blocking the traffic for me.
It’s normal, but it warms my heart.
So, we have a lot of bikes and electric donkeys, and I’m the one on the left when we go out with our roommates, because they don’t even look at the road because they walk and they don’t care! Because no one will hold my waist, and if I do not see the way I will be hit by it!
But today, someone walked to my left.
I tried to contain the deer that was about to pop out of my heart, and I still bended my mouth with restraint.
Yeah, sweet.
As I was about to leave the school door, I was reminded of another order from my roommate: “Slid, remember slip!”
If you don’t slip, it’s on the road.
There’s so many cars on the road, if I’m wrong, I might be disabled.
So I bit my teeth, and I was mean, and my feet slipped.
Stable fall in front of the handsome.
What about the “he’s gonna help you”?
I look up and watch the Carnival, and at this moment I forget to act like a soft girl, and cry, “What are you looking at? I’m sorry.
“Oh! “And when I say it, pull me up.
If you’re not too hard on me, I’m a little girl who’s over 100 years old.
Shit!
In his arms!
The pecs are not hard!
I pulled myself out of his arms with the last shred of humanity, and the face of the Carnival was about to drop blood.
“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Apologize again.
I looked at him for a while, and he laughed, and I said, “From now on, whoever apologizes, turn 10 bucks!” I’m sorry.
There’s something wrong. I didn’t mean to make him apologize.
“I think it’s easy to screw things up.” I’m sorry.
I agree with the location, and I feel a little bit guilty about his face, and I’m so busy noding my head and saying, “No, IJHMT has quoted your job, and you’re a mess, so are we mortals still alive?” I’m sorry.
“You see my friend’s circle?” I’m sorry.
Oh, shit, it’s just a little bit of stress.
But who am I?
I said, “Yes, do you think you’re an academicist or do you want to compete?” I’m sorry.
I say this in the context of the academic work that we do in the technical sciences, which has two directions at the undergraduate level: scientific research, leading to the production of thesis and periodicals; and scientific creativity, which is participation in competitions.
“I only do research. I tried to compete in freshman year, but I wasn’t very good at being on the scene, like today, when I came here with a lot of preparations, but I screwed up. And he smiled, and he said, “Then he focused on scientific research, looking at front-line literature, talking to teachers, not having to deal with too many people, and it suits me. I’m sorry.
It’s probably going to the field he knows, and I can feel he’s not so nervous anymore.
It’s a good start, I think.
All right, I’ll skip the drop-trip drive to the Golden Eagle middle.
Let’s start with our little sister-in-law.
Scrubbing, I didn’t hesitate to go straight down the interface, and the first one I chose was “Happiness” and “Sweet”, which I didn’t like, but for the good-looking one, I could!
And then the shopping carts show “Happiness” x2.
Huh?
Huh?
Huh?
When I turned my eyes, I had a red face on my neck, and I was suddenly blessed with a heart, and I asked, “Didn’t your roommate offer you the same dish?” I’m sorry.
His eyes were in a state of panic, and suddenly he caught something, and he repeated it: I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I’ll move first.
What’s wrong with you?
If there’s stupid Guinness in the world, who dares fight me.
I’m done with all the food that I like, and I’m going to eat at a time when you can see it, because I think that if I expose my nature, I can’t reach the best, at least I’ll get the best of it, and then I’ll look up and watch the Carnival.
It’s too easy to be honest.
“I’m a very different person from the opposite sex, and every guy who has a good feeling will end up being my brother. My roommate and I both thought you were handsome and didn’t want to be your brother, so she taught me a lot of tricks, hoping I could hold the peach blossoms. “I shrugged my shoulder and laughed at myself, “but it didn’t look good, and I was a little tired. Anyway, you know, you don’t have to do it, and then you’ll find that I’m not a soft girl with a weak willow, but a rice machine with three bowls of rice. I’m sorry.
I was meant to be objective, to say that there was some real frustration behind this.
I’m comforting myself. Never mind, Dinwivie, even if you lose love, you can still have a rolling belly!
Pull yourself together and eat!
Gracias suddenly smiled, not the kind of laughter, the kind of laughter where the shoulders were shaking.
Just show me.
It’s a really nice smile, guys. Do you understand me?
He smiled before, but he was always a little tweaked, a little tweaked boy, and now he laughs, even though all the horns are smiling, it’s very vivid!
“I’m actually a roommate. It was their idea to send milk tea downstairs, offer to go out to dinner, and come to my sister-in-law to have fun. I’m sorry.
What?
So he’s after me too?
But why?
And I began to ask, “So from the very beginning…”
At this point, the waiter brought the food and smiled so strongly that he was full: “Excuse me, two of you.” I hope you’re happy! Long and long!”
It’s loud and emotional, and it’s like the bottom of the ocean blocking your singing “Bye-Bye for all the trouble.”
…I’d love to find a sew in it.
“Let’s eat first.” I’m sorry.
Well, there’s still time. Let’s eat first.
I’m from Sichuan. I love spicy food. I’ve ordered it in Kawazu.
I’ve done most of the food, and I’ve found the mouth and face of the day, and sweating.
It’s very cool, so, “Don’t you eat spicy? I’m sorry.
And he put down the cup, and he said, with some shyness, “Yes, he’s studying hard, but he can only eat a little.” I’m sorry.
How can he be so sweet, how can he take care of my taste?
“You don’t know how to say it earlier, but I’m very sorry that I caught the phone and added food, and I said, “Why didn’t you order the light? And this sauced ribs, they’re supposed to be sweet. I’m sorry.
I was so excited that I added three dishes to my brush, and I pressed my hand in a hurry for the day, and then I got electrocuted.
The whole process was about two seconds, and he said, “No more food, no more food. I’m sorry.
I said, “It’s all right. Let’s go AA. I’ve eaten too much for you to lose. I’m sorry.
And the carnival swayed and said, “I did not mean that.” I’m sorry.
And then he had this embarrassing red tizziness on his face, and he whispered, “My roommate made me eat a lot before I came.” He said that for the first time, girls were surprised how men and women could eat so much. I’m sorry.
And I looked at my job, and I looked at his job, and he said, “You know, probabilistic theory tells us that if the sample is big enough, the probability of a thing happening is small enough to be in life. And our country now has 1.4 billion people, of whom almost 690 million are women. I’m sorry.
He seems to have a sense of cooperation: “So, why?” I’m sorry.
I’m like, “It’s normal to see a girl who at times eats more than a boy.” I’m sorry.
He smiled at the carnival, and the horns came out, and he said, “Viv, you are so funny. I’m sorry.
Vivi, he called me Vivi.
Why don’t you just call my wife?
I really know what a sculptor I am, and you’ll see the men I am. And I was really afraid that I’d go on that road, and when I went shopping, I managed to avoid the sports brand and go to the ladies’ area that I’d never set foot in.
Little fragrance is so pure!
On the elevator, he suggested I stand inside.
As a good student, my greatest advantage was my curiosity (in short, my charisma), so I asked, “Why can’t I stand outside?” I’m sorry.
“You’re wearing a dress.” I’m sorry.
I’ll walk away!
I covered my skirt with my consciousness, and I couldn’t help but say, “You’re so well-educated. Did your roommate teach you that? I’m sorry.
His ears were red and he said, “No, my mother taught me that before. I’m sorry.
Damn, that’s a good man to have.
When I tried my clothes, he was carrying my purse.
Smiling me, uuu.
He was so handsome and well-dressed and well-dressed that he had a delicate sense of harmony with a green bag of Qavay.
And when I changed my dress in the trial room, I heard my sister, “Are you and your girlfriend still reading?” I’m sorry.
I’ll have to hear your answer for the year!
“She’s not my girlfriend.” I’m sorry.
I’m a little depressed.
After a few seconds, he added: “Not yet. I’m sorry.
I blew up the little fireworks in my heart.
It’s good that the mirror in the trial room clearly reflects my silly smile on my face, which makes me stop in time and becomes a normal person.
Then I brought up the skirt and walked out.
I’m still a little shy, so I can’t watch the Carnival, but I’m just asking my sister, “Do you think it’s good?” I’m sorry.
She said, “Looks good.” I’m sorry.
My cheek was a little hot, and I looked at him, and he was blushing, but he looked at me and said, “Looks good.” I’m sorry.
The little sister of the purchaser smiled, and came over to help me with the collar, and said, “A beautiful woman really has a vision, a dress that suits you very well, and a nice dress for a handsome guy. I’m sorry.
I was ashamed, and my heart cried out: “Sister, speak more!”
We’ll go after the dress.
Because we ate a little bit (well, I admit I ate a little bit more) and the Golden Eagle wasn’t far from school, so I suggested we walk back.
It’s nice to have a nice evening, and there’s a lot of walking people on the road.
I thought about the topic at the table, “Did you already know me?” I’m sorry.
“You took part in the robot competition last year and I took part.” I’m sorry.
What?
“How come I haven’t seen you? I’m sorry.
“You’re too serious. He smiled.
This smile helped me remember last year’s robot competition…
Our team was in second place at the time, but the organizers didn’t give us a good look because I had a big fight.
It’s not fair that one of the links is the robots pick up the stakes, and each team has four by four and a total of 16 stakes on the platform, and whoever gets the stakes in the time frame will have to be taller.
Then our team is in the first group.
And then the sponsors didn’t expect our team’s robots to be so good at pick-up that after 16 stakes had been picked up, the time was still running out, and no one set a new stake!
I immediately set up a stake, got stopped by the volunteers next door, argued four or five sentences, and the time was gone.
I’m telling you, if I’d had the time to fight, we’d have at least six.
I am most outraged by the fact that, after the first set of such comparisons, the referee became aware of the loopholes in their rules and that the latter groups allowed volunteers to fill in in time.
Shit! Can I bear this? It’s not fair this stupid game!
I will go to our referee and ask for a rematch, at least to give the first group the power to stand up again.
Then! She turned me down! The robots don’t have enough power. That’s bullshit. Whose robots are gonna be pissed off about electricity?
The real reason she didn’t say I knew it was because she had her own school contestants in the back.
In the meantime, she also said that there was no problem with other school players, except for me.
It is true that there are the same first group of athletes from other schools around, not only without solidarity, but also with passion.
And that, along with the attitude of these people, is totally irritating me, and I was on the spot. I’m saying you can’t go to college, you can’t go to college, you can’t go to school, you can’t go to school, you can’t go to school, you can’t go to school, you can’t go to school.
She took my name and said she wanted to see me at my school.
I’m not afraid you’ll remember your name, but you dare tell me your name? How dare you accept my report and argue with your leader that you are acting fairly?
And then again.
Because of the growing number of people watching, the General Judge was shocked, and he came to say that the link was rematched. We’re going to be the first, the second final score, and we’re on the stage.
But in that game, I’m no good at all, and when I eat and drink water, a lot of other school people whisper at me, even my teammates say that you’re too good.
While I firmly believe that I am doing the right thing, I should not have resorted to such a violent protest again.
Because…
“You know me in that game. It’s embarrassing. You must have a bad first impression of me. I’m sorry.
Really embarrassing. When I think about the way he’s seen me like this, I’m still pretending to be a pussy, and the more creepy I am.
“The first impression is that you’re brave, you have nothing to say, and you don’t go for what you deserve because you’re weak.” I’m sorry.
I laughed, “I thought you’d like to be gentle girls.” I’m sorry.
He laughed, and said, “No, I love true love.” I’m sorry.
I’m blushing.
He says he likes true love. I am true, rounded to the point that he speaks to me. Am I right about iron juice?
And he went all the way down my bedroom, and he handed me the shopping bag that he was carrying for me, and he put on his lips, a little nervous, and said, “Well, do you have class tomorrow?” I’m sorry.
Tomorrow’s Saturday. No class at school.
You want to ask me out tomorrow?
I held it for a second, and I answered, “No lessons! I’m sorry.
She said, “Whether we study together, the library or A.” I’m sorry.
His ears are red again.
That’s so cute.
Cute enough to ask me to study instead of to ride the Ferris wheel.
“Well, I’m trying to keep myself out of this. “See you tomorrow. I’m sorry.
I’m so happy.
The immediate consequence of happiness is my insomnia.
Turning over and over again, all I can think about is the red face, the red ears and the red neck.
I’m sure I can’t sleep. Grab my phone and start looking at his chat.
Well, every word he says is so cute, so gentle, so sweet, so funny.
The opposite bed suddenly lit up a shadow, and then my tweets got a message from my roommate:
I can’t sleep.
She: To the balcony?
I said go!
We went out of bed, and one of us took a chair and sat on the balcony.
Look at the stars, look at the moon, talk about the ideals of life from poetry to poetry.
Ta-da.
The truth is, mosquitoes, mosquitoes, from karma to karma.
“So you went out without a hand? I’m sorry.
“Who’s holding hands when they first meet and what’s wrong with your face?” You and your boyfriend took a little hand when you first met? I’m sorry.
“Yes! Don’t you think we’re in high school? I’m hugging. I don’t need a piece of meat. I’m sorry.
As soon as she spoke of cuddles, I suddenly remembered the arms of the handsome and his pecs.
My roommate knew me so well, he caught something wrong with me.
“What are you blushing about? Did you hold her with you? Come on, you guys haven’t done that yet. I’m sorry.
“…and I said it was a misunderstanding. I’m sorry.
“I believe in you, big man! I’m sorry.
That day, we talked at 5:00 a.m.
I sat on the balcony, and my roommate fell asleep on my shoulder, and before me was a rising red day and a beautiful haze.
I picked up my phone, I took a sunrise, I took a photo with my roommate.
A circle of friends, writing: The first time I saw a school sunrise, I realized I missed a lot of beauty around me.
Then he woke up his roommate in cold blood: “I have been bitten four or five packs, and go back to bed.” I’m sorry.
Sleeped till 11:00, was awakened.
The roommates came up and ate, and I was so hungry, I crawled down from my bed, washed my teeth and drank milk, and suddenly came out of my head.
Shit, I forgot something!
Open the text immediately. I saw her send me a message.
One at 8:30: Good morning.
One at 9:30: Still up?
I sent one ten minutes ago: I saw your circle of friends, so you saw it in the morning. Wake up and get back to me.
I quickly opened up a little bit of the circle of friends and found one of those in a slipper.
He said, ‘It is not goodbye to miss, perhaps it will be again.’
That sentence hit my heart.
I always thought he was implying that it was okay that we didn’t know each other at the robotics competition because we’d turn around and we’d meet each other.
Oh, and I was afraid that I’d be in love with myself, so I answered him, “This is what your roommate taught you?
After a while, he replied: No, I wanted to say it myself.
It’s moving, my friends!
At the same time, his message came: You woke up.
I’m, uh… sorry, I overslept to see the sunrise.
“It’s because you can’t sleep, you’re overslept because you’re watching sunrise”
I waited for a minute to send the message: it’s okay.
I was afraid that he would make me fall asleep again, and immediately: “Student yourselves, I will come to you.”
Isn’t it a little too straight?
But the message has already been sent, and it’s a little deliberate.
I hesitated, and his message came in: I’m on the fourth floor of the library in Area A.
I went to the library with my backpack, and I saw him at a glance in A.
He’s so handsome, really, wearing a black T-shirt and a black thin coat, and he’s getting whiteter and better off.
He’s down on his head and he’s holding his forehead, and he looks like he’s a very big chicken. You are all cranes!
I went over there and sat in front of him, and he looked up and laughed at me, and he went down again.
I don’t know.
♪ ♪ I’ll tell you ♪
It’s so flat. I couldn’t sleep till 3:00 last night.
I’ve got my abdomen and I’ve got my homework to write.
After a while, I was sleepy, and I had a crazy fight, and I looked at the carnival, and I found out he was still focused on his homework.
It’s all right, I think, Dinwivie, go to sleep.
Then I closed my eyes, almost a second to sleep.
The philosopher once said that the softest bed is not in the bedroom, but in the library.
When I woke up I found myself wearing a thin coat, and thanks for having ipad to watch video lessons, only black T-shirts.
I have two options at this point: A. Give him back his coat and say thank you; B. put his coat on his body.
And then I decided to choose B, and I thought I was out!
I’m getting more and more like those ogres who wear the man’s coat!
I’m great!
When I was dressed, I looked up and looked at me, and then, for a second, I was blushing.
He’s so blushing. He really wants to spoil it.
I made fun of him on purpose: “Why won’t I borrow it? I’m sorry.
And he shook his head and whispered, “You look good in it, if you will.” I’m sorry.
Plum.
He’s crying!
I’ll continue my work with joy, and when I finish my homework, it’s almost dinnertime, we’ll go to dinner together.
There were a lot of elevators, I was squeezed to a corner, I was stuck in front of the Carnival, with my hands on the lift carriage, and no one else would squeeze me.
Of course I am, comrades. His little arm muscles really look good! T-shirts smell good! It’s even more determined that I’m going to get his resolve.
And the sun shall be dazzling, and the sun shall be lightened.
After dinner, we went for a walk in the playground, and there was no outbreak, and the school was open to the public, so there were plenty of people in the playground.
There were kids playing football in the middle of the lawn, grunting in front of me, and I kicked them back.
It’s supposed to be a couple with the same shape of their eyes.
When we got back, we moved on, and the kid came back and kicked me.
It’s a game with me. I’ll just play with them.
I looked back and I caught him holding her.
“Are you filming us? “I’ll get over it, Stifler. Show me. I’m sorry.
The images are particularly harmonious, the sky is covered in oranges, there’s a smile on my back on the fur, and there’s two kids running to me.
“It’s like a mother with a child. “I’m telling you the truth.
I regret it when I say it.
It’s a picture of a mother with a child. Who’s that?
Well, there’s something you can’t think about.
And then he saw the carnival stomping on his lips and said, “It’s lovely.” I’m sorry.
“You and them.” I’m sorry.
After a month, I won’t go into details.
In any case, it’s just:
He asked me to study, and sometimes I asked him questions, and most of the time he read his video class, and I counted my probabilities.
He asked me to eat, and from the beginning We took care of the sign, and left it behind, and the turning point was, “Vivy, has anyone said that he would be happy to eat with you?”
Then he asked me out, and I’m sure he taught me the secret room! But I’m sure you’d like to know the details.
We’ve known each other for over a month, and Wanda has opened up a new private room, and many of our students have been there.
Don’t look at me like I’m a little afraid of ghosts.
Yeah, not afraid of people, but afraid of ghosts.
So I hesitated for a while to pick Ben.
But I thought about the roommate’s point, and she said, “Can I ask you to give Xie a chance to embrace you?”
She said that she could not watch, that for more than a month she was limited to pulling hands, and she suspected that Carnaval would not work.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
In order to prove that the Carnival was really good, I was determined to choose a two-person secret room called Fort Wilson.
It’s terrible, guys! It’s horrible!
When I went in there, the wind blew into my neck, and I managed to hold on to the urge to celebrate, to find the Count’s handword, to solve the problem of blood on the wall.
(I really wanted to hold him back then, but I was too steely, and I felt that kind of pussy, and I put up with it. Don’t be like me. I’m free to be born.
Three things happened after the title was solved. One was that big box before me opened two cabinet doors, and the Count’s smug laughter ran through the secret room at the same time! A bunch of bat-like shadows and air conditioning are coming over me!
You know how scared I was!
The first second the count laughs, I’m shaking and the conditions are holding on to the carnival.
Fuck face! I’m out!
When my heart was raging, the hand of the Carnaval held me, and then he held him for a few seconds, and suddenly his hand moved to my cheek, snuggling, and I looked up.
He’s down, he’s getting closer.
Close your eyes. He says:
He kissed down.
His lips are soft.
He has long eyelashes.
His eyes are bright.
He freed his hand, softly covered my eyes.
So in my world, the sky was covered with his breath.
So, I am only as beautiful as I can be for three seconds, because I will soon tell you that I feel him!
I’d like to tell my roommate right away how great she is!
Mom won’t worry about my happiness anymore!
It’s all thanks to Carry.
The point is, my friends, when I got out of the secret room, I found the front-office sister’s computer screen full of surveillance footage…
I don’t have a face to see, and I ran away with the hand of the carnival.
She smiled, held my hand against my fingers.
I didn’t think it was a big deal when I was in the closet. I couldn’t look at him in broad daylight.
The man who just kissed me, the one who held my waist close to him, was really the handsome man next to me.
I felt like I was living in a dream, rubbing my head at the carnival, and saying, “Why are you suddenly not talking? I’m sorry.
I asked, “Did you just kiss me?” I’m sorry.
“Can’t I kiss my girlfriend?” she says. I’m sorry.
I’m a fool, my friends.
“When did I become your girlfriend? I’m sorry.
And he looked at me with a bit of an eye, and said, “Do you not like me?” I’m sorry.
I’m completely stupid.
Even though we’ve been around for so long as we’re a couple, I have the urge that boys have to say, “I like you,” and I say, “I like you,” and that’s how we get together. You all know what I mean!
Now I have to admit I like him. It’s impossible. Like this, he has to talk first.
So I kept my tactical silence, and I managed to make my face even harder: “But you never told me…”
She scratched her head, took a breath, and laughed: “I thought you hated me. I’m sorry.
Mm-hmm. So tell me!
Young man be brave!
“Not yet. I’m sorry.
What? You’re killing me!
I’m a little disappointed, and I’m just going to go down and wonder if I’m doing something wrong or what’s wrong with him.
His hands still hold, but maybe it’s my fault, and I feel like the temperature of the palms is not as warm as it was in the chamber.
I followed him all the way along with my eyes, and then thanks to Carnaval, I waited for him and he went to the bathroom.
I said, “Go ahead and play with your cell phones.”
Letter to roommate: Suppose a boy hugged you, but didn’t want to tell you what happened?
She: Did you make out with Shelga?
I: Is that the point?
She: This guy’s not a sea king, is he?
I: …he doesn’t look like such a person.
She: Then leave him alone, and if he wills, let him die.
I don’t know.
How could I let him die?
I really like him.
He’s good-looking, he’s serious, he’s cultured, he’s respectful, and, above all, he’s been encouraging me to be myself.
He said, ‘Vivy, every human being is unique. Do not change yourself in order to accommodate others.’ You’re doing it right now.
But a good man who understands my hints and doesn’t confess to me, who doesn’t like me, probably soon will not belong to me.
I’m a bit depressed, with my hands covered in my face, and I’d like to say, Tin Wei Wei, don’t be sad, there’s no fragrance in the world.
And then it gets worse.
Because the white kiosk didn’t put on a coat for me, Wang Juncai didn’t take a picture of me in the sunset, and Zhu Yilong didn’t hold me in the closet.
All that’s done is for Carnival.
The eyes are damp and the nose is starting to sour, and I don’t think that’s possible.
I took the paper towels out of my bag and covered them in my eyes, so I couldn’t let my tears wash off my makeup.
I’m still thinking about the integrity of makeup, and I really like him.
The more I feel sorry for myself, the lower I feel.
Then I heard the hurried footsteps of tears before me, followed by the panic of the Gracias: “Vivy, what is the matter with you?”
I think with hate, no one can bully me, except you.
And then I took the tissue…
I saw him with a bunch of roses in his hand.
I stopped.
I figured it out.
And then I started crying, “What is wrong with you?” I’m sorry.
She stood in the middle of the day, and she couldn’t move, and she whispered, “Do I upset you?” I’m sorry.
I rub my back in tears, my eyelids on my back, my eyelids on my back, my eyelids on my back, my eyes on my back, my eyes on my head: “You have one minute to confess to me, there’s no such place in this village.
For the first time, he interrupted me without waiting for me to say, “Vivy, I love you, the kind of thing you love.” I’m sorry.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a switch, dumb.
He gave me the roses, and said, “Viv, do you like me?” I’m sorry.
I picked up the roses and held the owner of the roses, whose heart beats in my ear.
“I like you, too, very much. I’m sorry.
I’m not going to go on in the back, uuu.
Allow me to sum up in a grammatical manner that between me and Gracias, beginning with the death of the community, falling into a trap and finally being sincere.
The straight girls don’t have to make their work, and the straight boys don’t have to learn the law. First of all, second of all, every straight boy has his or her own spring. You know…
Maybe the man you’re trying to set a course for would have caught him, watched you step by step, and finally walked into the soft trap he set.
This is the most romantic two-way trip this summer.
At the end.
A lot of people ask if it’s true, and the answer is: it’s based on my own experience, and I’ve got a lot of information that leaks personal privacy. I’m not less fond of that in reality than the hostess. Love is not a lie of a writer, but a blessing from heaven. May we all be with the people we love, and believe that our straight girls have spring!
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□ Wind Moon, my file number: YX01553rzAwd6LPQ2
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
