How do you start with a story like, “I’m hanging on a white wall”?

How do you start with a story like, “I’m hanging on a white wall”? – What?

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One.

I was hung on a white wall.

Or the roommate told me.

At my saliva-slobbering Marge class.

“What’s up?” I’m asleep and I don’t control the sound.

The eyes of the front rows and the teachers from the podium were focused.

“You keep your voice down!” The roommate pressed my head and pushed my phone in front of me, “Well, this, just a few minutes ago.”

Oh shit.

This picture is like a lock on the door.

There’s only one back, the top jumper, like a monkey.

Poor roommates recognize me.

The combination is:

What a mess.

“What the hell, this guy I know, he’s playing me on purpose!”

And the roommate said, “You said you’d go to deliver something to the Internet at noon.

“Yes,” I nod, and I said, “Just the one who plays games with me all the time. I didn’t say it before, it was from our school.”

Shang and I are all freshmen this year.

We’ve been a regular double-teamer for four months, because it’s similar, and it’s fun.

The same school’s full of Internet friends.

In the cold summer, our footprints straddled every corner of the king’s canyon, and nobody raised the foundations.

This meeting was due to the uncut resources of the Sea of Stones, which he was too lazy to download for me to torture.

So I saw him in a hurry because I was in a hurry to attend class, and I didn’t even say a word.

He’s a fat, white boy. Reminds me of the little brother of the neighbor’s family when I was a kid, always with a nose on his face, chasing after my sister in the back.

It’s totally out of line with the vicious, flying eunuch in the game.

What kind of gossip is it?

“How is that possible? We are pure team mates.”

I’m sending a copy of the white wall from my cell phone to my best friend’s friend’s list.

Not back.

Damn, I’ve got a job to do, but I don’t care.

Keep sending him: Don’t fuck with me, brother.

Still no response.

I tried so hard to get up on the 6th floor and I didn’t even answer.

Forget it. Last night it was double to 4:00. Today it’s stuck in the head.

Go back to sleep.

Two.

It’s almost 6:00 when you wake up again. I’ve been sleeping all afternoon.

The chat with Shang is still on my last sentence.

He’s like a evaporation.

Something’s wrong. Something’s wrong.

I’m not supposed to be talking about me this long.

Yesterday we were supposed to give him the flash drive at 602 at noon in the complex.

Before he went, he asked me to bring him a recharge and said his phone was running out of power.

And then I sent him a flash drive and a recharacterizer and he stopped talking to me?

Couldn’t have played with me for four months just to fool me with a flash drive and a charger, could it?

I went up and down and looked into our chat yesterday.

See a word that shakes my family.

206?

Huh?

But I went to 602!

Shit.

I was in the wrong classroom.

Wrong guy.

So Shang didn’t get my recharge.

So he didn’t get back because his phone was dead.

I’m five minutes away from class, and I’m sitting on a needle and I just want to find that fatty to get my stuff back.

The teacher is still here!

I barely made it to the end of class. I ran out with my bag.

Should I go to the 6th floor to find Fatty’s things for me, or should I go to the 2nd floor to find Shang Bom?

I went to the 6th floor after I bit my teeth. I’ll apologize later after I’ve put up with the pain of having no cell phones for the afternoon.

But 602 is empty.

There’s no one left.

Everyone went to dinner after class.

I’m sorry about you.

Not long ago, I thought I’d go back to my dorm and charge.

I: If I say

Love me is not if

I: Nope.

What’s that on top of you?

I: Would you forgive me if I told you that I had gone to the wrong classroom and found the wrong person?

Shang: Did you send the wrong guy by the way?

I: As you can see.

I’m sorry.

No words, yes.

It’s none of his business to be told.

Man: Men can affect your sword’s speed.

I’m: I get it. I’m gonna wake up the boy’s dream.

I don’t agree with the speed of the sword, after all, I’m Bill Li, who kills a man for a thousand miles.

The fire followed the white wall with the fat qq, who grinded, asked me to give him my profession and my name, and asked my number later.

The fist is hard.

Forget it, I’ll take it.

For a flash drive and a charge.

Put your socks on and your shoes on, and you’ll be grandkids and masters.

It took two days to find Fatty and get his stuff back, and he wanted to talk to me.

I won’t be in the mood for this anymore.

The real brother is still waiting for me.

I didn’t think meeting with Shang was a special thing, but after such a ulong, I kind of looked forward to seeing him.

It’s also the last row of about 206 integrated buildings.

It is important to make it clear that the classrooms in our school complex are used for major classes and, if there are no classes, they can move freely, i.e., self-study or study communication.

Now there’s no class at 206, and my Internet buddy is waiting for me inside.

Standing in front of the door, I took a deep breath.

Look inside through the little glass on the door. It’s small and scattered.

The last row, on the left side, was sitting side by side with a man and a woman and was speaking in close proximity to their heads.

And on the right, a boy in a black coat, looking down at the computer, I couldn’t see his face.

It’s nice to be invisible.

My hands were in my pocket, and I pushed the door in.

Straight to him.

He didn’t find me until I blocked his light.

I’m trying to make a sound.

He slowly looked up, his black eyes locked me, his face frosted, and he spit out two words: “The Green Mountain?”

Qingshan is my name. He always calls me that.

“Is it really you?” I’d like to make sure this time, given the fact that the wrong person was in a hurry.

He opened his cell phone and my chat box and put it in front of me to identify himself.

That’s my best team mate.

He’s such a good look, a good look, Sven, white and clean, and he’s poking at my beauty!

I’m sorry, my friends, but I took back what I said was pure brotherhood.

Pity is justice, and our brotherhood may have to be mixed with something else.

“Here you go.” I sat next to him and handed over the flash drive.

His long fingers touched my hand, and it was warm, and it fell into my hands as a hot soothing souffle.

“You’re a student? I don’t see how you like learning.”

He’s looking at a PDF file, a lot of terms I don’t understand, which should be their specialty.

“No,” he put the flash drive on the computer, and the sound was cold, “I’m here for you.”

That’s what I said.

I’m a little embarrassed.

“You’re calling Qing?” He suddenly asked.

“Yeah, how do you know?” I’m overside.

He’s so serious, he doesn’t see a single ripple, cold as a calm, clear lake beneath the mountains.

Follow his eyes.

My flash drive has been opened on the computer screen, with only one folder.

“How are you?”

What the hell?

I think it was only a 12-packet of rocks that was on the disk before, and there was no folder.

There’s only one folder in there.

I looked at him.

I was scared and he was confused.

“That’s not what I did…” I’m going to explain, so he doesn’t think I have any weird interests.

I know. It’s gotta be the fat guy.

I didn’t know how many folders I ordered, but I finally found my comical resources.

The name of each folder was a word, Fatso wrote his own introduction, and there was a little bit of dirt.

I’m happy to see you with me. Toes are out of Notre Dame in Paris.

“You missed the guy you met,” he took a long look at me, and he said, “It’s kind of sweet.”

I had to laugh, “Don’t love me, it doesn’t work. I only have Li Bai in my heart.”

He looked at me in the dark and he trapped me in the shadows.

That’s the eye.

Look at my face.

Change the subject.

By the way, I don’t know your name.

“Suh Bare.” He’s down and he says.

“What? Tsui… spoiled?” I was shocked.

He took a look at me and pressed his phone a few times.

Send me three words: Seo Bae-Leon.

It’s a very elegant name. It just sounds a little stylish.

I even doubt that he thinks so.

Because he’s playing id and he’s like, “Scrambling.”

And he’s always been following that code, saying things that don’t fit.

Except when I’m double-scrambling.

“Come play a game? Just to eat in the cafeteria.” Says Shang has opened the game.

I’ll put on my headphone too, “Come on.”

The signal wasn’t very good in the classroom, so we had a match.

I never thought I’d pick Li Baek as soon as I got in.

In front of me?

“What about Li Baek at the gate of Qingshan?

He snuggled, slanted, and his mouth was sarcastic.

Nice.

Wake up, I’m so obsessed, I’m willing to get out.

Because he’s a second picker, and the rest of his team are fast, and I’m the only one left.

Even though I’ve never played, I’m still confident I’ll take Zhuge to the game with my middle-class master.

As a result, both of us acted in the middle class.

One to five, one to four.

The team members couldn’t help but say, “Don’t give it to Nakano, okay? I won’t play you for taking the fucking place.”

I didn’t know if I was having a bad time or if I was being scolded.

After all, most of the time I was scolding.

“What, or are we going to play?” I’m going to put my phone out to Shang.

He’s rarely sprayed, and it’s not natural at the moment, noding and exchanging my phone.

His temperature was still on the black shell.

We’ve got our own heroes. We’ve changed.

He’s got a big face.

A thousand times.

Winning a few waves of 2 through 3 and 2 through 4 troupe, the teammates keep doing good work.

I type: Base not six.

Deep and famous.

There was no leverage on the other side, and the advantages of the previous period were lost and a direct choice was made to surrender.

“Let’s go, go eat.” Brother Shang packed his things and got up on his back.

He’s taller than me.

It’s a hair coat, with a long body, not a thin one.

He’s got long legs. I’ll keep up.

Watching him pull out of his back, he’s in a strange mood.

Seeing a man, a cloud of joy.

But why did he go so fast? Do you have long legs?

I have to take two little steps from time to time to keep up.

Finally, after I looked at the phone and answered a few messages from others, I couldn’t see his face.

There were people at the entrance to the cafeteria, and at this point it was a meal, three or two people rushed in and out.

Every face is so strange.

I can’t find him.

He didn’t find us apart.

I was standing there looking, and I said we’d eat together.

Qingshan. The voice of Brother Shang came from the side, “Do you not wash your hands?”

He was a metre away from me and had beads on his hands.

It’s the pool.

I’m relieved.

“I can’t see you. I’m still looking.”

We can’t speak loud in the classroom in the complex. We’ve been pressuring.

Now I hear him speaking normally, more indifferently than in our voice when we play games.

And he himself was silent like a moving iceberg.

Yeah, we’re very little chatting teammates, and most of the chats are “King?” “Come or not?” “What time does it start?” “The other side has invited you to the game.”

Nothing in reality is normal.

Six.

Go from the cafeteria to the living area, go downstairs to my dorm and say good-bye to Shang and I go straight upstairs.

Roommate watching plays, chatting, same as usual.

I’m the only one who seems different.

More joy, more loss.

The roommate dragged me to sit next to her and said, “Do you want me to beat the king?” My boyfriend said I had to practice too much. I couldn’t do it alone.”

It’s all right. It’s all right.

Every once in a while, as a tool with a sister.

“Come on.”

I’m not on the list of best friends, but Fatty is here, and I’m invited to a team.

So the king’s 60-star me, the chubby of diamonds, and the naked roommates formed a lame tricycle into the game.

“What are you playing?” I asked the roommate.

She threw her hair and proudly raised her head. Look, I’m going to get hurt in front, and nobody’s gonna kill me.”

I don’t know.

Big man.

I’ve chosen the pot because it’s always been Ban, and I haven’t played it in a while.

“Whoa, Tsai Qing, do you play this? It’s amazing.” Fatty was admiring in the voice.

I didn’t want to drive the wheat, I put a “1” on the screen.

I didn’t think Fatty was a magician, but he’d fly up and look 14-1 in the middle.

“Hey, how’s my performance?” The sound of his laughter.

“Well, it’s good to have you.”

I’m in a state of discomfort, and I’m in a whole mess of sauce.

It’ll probably be a bad game if there’s no fatty.

I’m on the team at the end of the first round, and it looks like he’s on the line waiting for me to come out.

“Is this your friend? It’s like you’re tall!” I’m sorry.

“Well, my double-team buddy.”

“No wonder.”

After the game, the roommates are the second-selections, the only-showers are the second-selections, and I keep playing.

The rest of you and Fatty are still quiet.

Fatso said, “Big man, you pick first, I’ll fill.”

After a few seconds, Shang locked the Qing-e-eun.

Fatty went to play Shooter.

I found a familiar feeling at the beginning of the game, and every move I made, my brother was in the chest.

I went to the opposition and he came early to see me, and I went to catch him and cut him off.

If I get chased, I’ll meet him for backup, and if I steal the resources, he’ll get attention across the street.

It goes without saying that we are too familiar with each other’s thoughts.

The sound of the voice of the passers-by, “The Wild King’s Brother’s Cp.” Even Mac!

I’m playing with your grandma’s leg, and I can’t get the whole thing around my head.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” And the roommate was laughing, “Twilight, you’re so awesome, Brother Wilder, hoo-ha-ha-ha!”

If I’d been in this situation, I’d have been on the whole team saying I didn’t have to.

I didn’t have time to talk to you today, but I saw Shang’s message: “The Nobu brother has a pop.”

Huh? How could I not know?

Where to?

And there he said, “Hey, I want to be friends. Can I ask for a friend?”

Shit.

How many times has she lost my skills and failed to attack me without calling her a living Buddha?

But after all, in front of my roommate and Fatty, I’m not too good to fly myself to bear the wheat.

It’s just a line: 45-year-old divorce.

Woman, I hope you’re in trouble.

I’m not what you can hold on to.

All night long, the mood was good, fat talk was great, and I had a couple of roommates.

Even brother-in-law has more talk than usual, and he’s a little too often.

Pretty cute.

It’s a lot more comfortable than the kind of person he’s rejected thousands of miles away.

“Ah, you team mate, roomie grabs my neck and meets me head, “You’re obviously having an affair! That’s how you two slept with me.”

“Put your ass. That’s how we do it. You don’t understand.” I couldn’t help but overstretched my ears when I heard her say two words.

Is it really that obvious that my roommate is so new that even she thinks I’m in contact with Shang Nakano?

And she asked me, “You didn’t come back to you last time? Isn’t that a good match? You don’t have any ideas?”

How can you not think!

It’s just that…

I explained to the family that this was a fake brother, that the Masters weren’t the same person who told me, and that they had played with us for a long time.

The roommate was silent, he raised his thumb, and he said, “It’s you, Brother Wilder.”

This is ridiculous.

Triangular love.

But I don’t know why I’ve got a cp. I’m afraid I don’t really want to do anything.

I’ll steal it. Ask him.

I mean, why are you saying I have a pop?

Shang: Have you not?

I’m sure. What do I need that for?

Laugh to death, I’m vip 9, full of heroes, over 200 skins, playing games with no one to wear, and I can’t get any emotional comfort if I can’t see it, and I’m afraid I can’t get any emotional comfort.

Neither do I.

Shang: Would you like to confirm?

Pretending to be a ghost.

Did he…

I suddenly understood something.

Let’s get to the game. He sent me an application to tie up a couple.

My face smiles unwittingly, and my heart rises sweet.

A line of words: Are you saying that too?

Again and again, one word and one word.

Cut back the game point confirmed through.

In friendship, there’s a little love under Brother Shang’s name.

He sent me several messages.

First sentence: To stop the peach blossoms

Second sentence: I’ll sacrifice one.

Third sentence: Don’t thank Daddy.

He’s a bad learner, like me.

And We said: Have you no means of reproduction? He’s got a son everywhere.

Shang: Didn’t I learn from you?

I say, yes, it’s my fault. Sons don’t teach fathers.

Brother Shang:

It’s bullshit, but looking at our relationship, I can’t help but laugh in my pillow.

It’s an unrealistic feeling.

A few days later, it was just in time for the sun, and after 2,000 metres, his roommate was half dead and he was breathing on the steps.

I’m sitting next to my knees with my hands on it.

I saw the little chubby run over here with two bottles in my hand.

He came to me with a round face, red, handing over something, “Heat bean milk, for both of you.”

Cafeteria’s hot soybean.

One for me and the other for my roommate.

I looked at my roommate.

“No, no, no. I’m sorry.” I was swinging.

The roommates also waved.

Fatty’s thoughts, as we all know, cannot be accepted in vain, since I have no intention of responding to his feelings.

“I just want to see you run out of the cold and have a nice, warm voice.”

And while he explained it, he put the soybean on the steps, “Really, you don’t have any mental burden, I’ll go first.”

After he waved, he turned and ran away.

Well…

“Drink?” The roommate asked me.

I looked at the pure white soybean in the bottle and sighs.

“You drink, I don’t like soy sauce.”

“Great, I’m dying of thirst.”

She swiped the bottle and drank it to tons, and I held my hands back.

The sun was coming straight, and I looked up.

There were two men standing on the stand next to the podium above.

One of them looks familiar.

Kind of like a swinger.

With your palms covered in the sun a little bit.

I stretch my arm hard and waved at my brother.

He also raised his hand.

Did you see someone give me a drink?

I lost my mind and hid the soy sauce behind my back.

No, I have nothing to be ashamed of. Me and him are just superficial cps, not even online.

“I want to go back to my dorm and lie down, I’m in pain.”

Shang moved along the stand and he was looking at me.

I’m moving my eyes and I’m asking my roommate, “Have you had a break? To eat?”

Shang went down the stairs and was watching me.

“Okay, let’s go.” The roommate caressed his chest for himself.

Shang went through the runway, straight ahead of me.

The eyes melted, and there was a dim smile.

What a coincidence.

He was wearing a white, gray, coloured cotton, with his hands in his pocket and his chestnut hair scratched at will.

Like a cold, lonely land, the last being independent, but he approaches at once, and in his eyes he says:

It’s hard not to move.

“Do you know today too?” I dragged my roommate up.

He shook his head, and he said, “No, we checked yesterday, and today we’re going to hang out with my classmates.”

There’s nothing to walk around in the playground. I looked at him and his classmates were talking to a girl.

Oh, that was purposeful.

“Well, we’re going to the canteen, are you with us?” I invited him.

“Yes…”

He’s not finished yet, and I’ve got a big pain in my calves.

Hold on to my arm and get me back on the steps.

“What’s the matter? Leg cramps?” He asked me out.

Is it my imagination that someone like him who wrote “I’m sick” in his face is nervous?

I rubbed my leg, “Yeah, it hurts.”

The roommate looked at me with strange eyes and looked at him and looked at me.

And suddenly, as an epiphany, he slaps me on the shoulder and says, “Well, I’m starving.

“Bring me something to eat, I’ll have black peppers!”

It’s been a long time since I ate a canteen.

But the roommates were stuck in front of us, full of words, staring at me and Shang again.

And then he smiled, “I forgot, I’ve ordered takeout, time to eat with your friend.”

“No, when did you order takeout?”

But she’s been ignoring me.

What’s going on?

I thought about what to eat while rubbing my legs, and the black pepper willows in the canteen are sold so fast every time, if not the first time.

It’s too late for me to slow down.

“Do you want to go to a bologna?” I said, “Do you want to eat in an alley outside the northwest gate?”

“Is that the one you told me about?”

“Yes, that’s it.”

I was surprised when I first ate that fake restaurant, and I recommended it to Shang.

He’s never been there.

When I got to the store, I asked for the spicy, as usual.

We can’t eat spicy.

But I regret the first bite.

I had a cold, dry and painful voice when I was running, and now I’m snorting with a spicy, irritating cough.

Remember the image of my tears and snot every time I ate spicy.

Regret it, really.

I don’t want to eat that monkey in front of him.

I’d rather lose Sichuan’s dignity than tell my boss it’s not hot.

“Can you eat this hot?” Or do you want to eat my bowl?” “Show me with sympathy.”

And whereof do We leave him spicy, there shall be no exchange except tears.

So the man caught in tears and snots became a brother.

His eyes were red and his nose was red, and his lips were covered with a thick dior 999, and he was covered in thin sweat.

The face and neck are also slightly red, and the white skin is invisible.

It’s so sneaky.

See what I want.

I wonder if he’s in bed the same way.

What the hell are you thinking?

The hot liquid came out of my nose and drew a piece of paper, and it was blood!

“Cyanshan, you’re bleeding!” He shouted.

Hand over the paper.

“Aha, it’s okay.”

Must have been a lot of exercise and too hot to eat.

I looked up at the ceiling with my head up.

From the point of view of Shangko, I should be looking at my chin and I can still breathe with my mouth open and my mouth saliva oversprayed by spicy.

I’m only 18 years old, why do I have to experience this?

“Suh Baath? You’re here for dinner?”

There’s a happy voice next to it.

There were two girls who went into the store with their hands in their arms, one with long capes, the other with frightful eyes, and the other like a fake boy, with blue hair, talking to her.

“Hmm.” He didn’t even look at them.

His attitude is the same as when he first met me, the untouchable snow of the mountains.

It was spicy and it was tanned.

It’s all kind of fun.

It looks like it’s getting worse.

“No one sits here?” The blue-haired mouth asks, but doesn’t want to hear the answer, and pushs the hairy sister directly to sit next to the swinger.

She sat next to me herself.

Hair-haired girls’ faces get redter and they don’t talk.

“What do you think is good when we don’t know something for the first time?” Blue hair hotspots and prowlers.

Sing was silent for a moment, he was cold, and he said, “It’s delicious.”

Boo.

I smiled and the paper stuck in my nostrils fell out.

The nosebleed came out and stomped on the legs.

Brother Shang couldn’t watch, pulled me out of the store and blew the cold air to the ground.

Eleven.

Today’s sky is so blue and the sun is perfect for two people to come out for a walk to communicate.

Just don’t bleed.

If I am guilty, I should be punished by the law, not by two nostrils staring at the sky with people I like.

You can look over my big-faced plate from the point of death if you’re just a little bit off your head.

My heart is cold like a 38-year-old fish that was killed in Da-Yufa after the rare summer of December.

“Did your sister just fall in love with you?” I put my arm on him and I laughed.

And he’s kind of indifferent, “I don’t know, not interested.”

As if he were saying something that had nothing to do with him.

“I think my sister is interested in you, and you don’t talk to anyone.”

I watched his reaction carefully.

An attempt was made to see the signs on his face and his attitude towards other girls.

But he’s still the same poker face, saying, “I don’t want to say it, I don’t know what to say.”

“Really? I think you and I are good at it. It’s been over 140 days since the fire went down.”

Even though he was a little cold, he was not a tough guy, and we had a nice talk every day.

Qingshan. His footsteps slowed down and his tone became soft, “You’re not the same.”

He stopped, turned his head towards me, and opened his mouth, “You are someone else.”

I’m done.

He looked at me with such sorrow, and said strange words, and there was light in his eyes, filled with my shadow, and he sucked my heart into it.

I almost forgot to breathe and stopped thinking.

At that noon without stars, Jane fell in love with Keung.

A bottled car called “bong” and pulled me back to reality.

End this bloody look.

My nose is red again.

“Ha ha, what…” I scratched the back of my head, “We’re half-brothers, of course!

He said he was sad and he kept his lips tight and turned away.

I can’t keep up with him again.

Back in the dorm, the roommate squeezed in front of me for the first time, and asked, “Well, did you guys go to dinner?”

“Eat.” I had the nerve to answer her, and I was going to climb to bed and take a nap.

The roommate found blood marks outside my nose and shouted, “Fuck! Are you bleeding? You two eat so hard?”

“What? I’m eating fake food!” I call her more loud than she says, “I’m eating fake food because you left me.”

“Ha-ha-ha-ha, come on, Brother Wilder, when you see your little wife’s eyes straight, how can I be a light bulb?”

“The Hammer!”

I don’t want to talk to her anymore, wash my face and go to bed.

The phrase that Shang said, “You’re not like everyone else” is like the whole stereo in my mind.

I’m really done.

The wise don’t fall in love.

And I’m just a little idiot.

It’s less than half a month before the fourth grade.

Asked if some roommates were going to study English for level four, their faces were strangely identical.

“Isn’t this thing naked?”

I: ?

Huh?

Okay, I’ll go by myself.

Today is the day of tears, and English scum is on their way alone with their little school bags.

The library is full of people and most of the classrooms in the complex are in classes, and it is difficult to find an empty space in a classroom without classes.

After two readings, I found someone sitting next to me.

Do you understand the disease control?

Keep your social distance!

I’m going to have a fit, and I’m looking at you like you’re a dick.

Oh, that’s okay.

The eight-storey complex has 42 classrooms in the first floor hall, each with 180 seats.

He sat next to me.

Must be fate.

I’ve met him in various places since I met him before.

The library’s shelf side, the runway on the playground, the entrance to the canteen, the main square in front of the dormitory.

Surely the doubles are attracted to each other.

“What are you doing here?” I asked him with my voice.

He sided his body, came to me, and he said, “I just saw a place next to you, and I came in.”

I can smell the cold air he just brought in from outside.

And a light bath smell.

Sneak deep.

“No, I mean, you’re from the school?”

We’re the same kind of scum. He’s got a lot to do.

“Well, of course,” he was right, “students have to look like students.”

That’s like real.

And I laughed, “I don’t know who plays games and sleeps in the middle of the night.”

He looked at me seriously for a while, “Well, it’s you.”

I don’t know.

“It was you.”

“You’re a fourth class question?”

“Yeah, what?”

As soon as the roommates heard I bought a class four exercise, they laughed.

Brother Shang didn’t laugh at me, opened his school bag and pulled out a fourth-class question that I was with.

It’s you, my brother. English is as bad as I am.

This afternoon, me and Shang, two brothers and sisters, face the English question of the wrong answer.

Nothing is ever going on in the king’s canyon.

“Ahhh…” I was suffocating and desperately looking at my brother.

He’s got an unlovable face.

Forget it, back will word.

I opened a brand-new Four Core Vocabulary, starting with Abandon.

He’s got headphones on.

And he turned his eyebrow, and he listened attentively, low-eyed eyelashes, and his face was as though he had grown for years.

From time to time, a few pens are drawn on the books, fingers are made white and nails are fixed.

I saw God at once, completely forgetting the words in my hand.

Until he finished a set of hearing questions and twisted his head and twisted his neck and looked to me.

I blinked and quickly looked away.

“What are you looking at?” He asked me.

And I had my lips in my heart, and I said, “Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

He looked at the words in my hand.

Shit.

Stay on the first page.

I quickly closed the book and touched my nose.

“What’s the “C”? Shang leaned on me and pointed to a subject.

And the other page of the book, “Look, it’s the original.”

Brother Shang made the wrong choice of A, and he crossed A with a slash and wrote a little C next to it.

Funny. Ask me English?

I can’t even read it.

Those long lines in the book are like the twisted little man who’s bouncing, laughing at my incompetence.

“Was it probably because… you chose C before something happened?”

He’s staring at me with a delicate face.

I’ve been thinking about it again, and I can’t talk myself into it.

I didn’t think he’d be able to come up with something.

A dare to teach a dare to learn.

I’ve got a lot of mud in my head and I’m going to faint.

“Shall we play and rest?” And I felt the phone, “I’m about to eat.”

Shang is in favour, and I’ll start a double trip.

When I left the complex, I asked Shang to take a seat in the cafeteria and order me a ham and rice line.

I have something else to do.

Straight to the boys’ dorm. I called Fatty down the stairs.

He came out of the door and saw me running down with joy.

The buttons of the jacket were not buttoned and the sweaters were slanted.

“What do you want from me?”

He opened his eyes and looked forward to it.

I pulled out of my bag, and I handed it over, “I’m about to finish the exam, and I asked my sister for a review, and I’ll give you a copy, and thank you for the soy sauce.”

Fatty picked it up, flipped it off, “Thank you, you’re so good, I want this.”

His meat hands were so careful to pick up the data that he asked me, “Have you eaten? Are you coming?”

“I… I have a date. I’m not together.”

And he’s a little slow, and he smiles, “Well, next time we get a chance…”

“Fatty,” I interrupted him and took a deep breath, “No, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

“You’re here to make peace with me?”

His eyes were bright, his smile faded away, and he looked at me.

“Well, I don’t want to owe you anything.”

I’m relieved to finish what I have to say.

Fatty barely squeezed out a smile, and his voice shuddered: “Well, I know, I’m sorry for causing you trouble, but I won’t.”

He looked like a little boy to my neighbor when I was a kid.

“Then I’ll go up first. Bye.” He waved his hand and said goodbye and turned to the dormitory building.

Back to back, one to one.

Fatty has not spoken too much since then, nor has he acted too well.

It’s easy to play with him.

But no feeling means no feeling.

He’s like a neighbor to me. Even if he’s never known a swinger, Fatty’s not my type.

The results are inevitable.

The almonds rained. I thought he was a swinger, perhaps from the beginning.

Stop, it smells.

Shang sent a message urging me to eat. I’ll pack up, walk to the canteen.

When he arrived in the cafeteria, he was looking down at his cell phone with his bag in his seat.

He sits there and does nothing, and is charming enough.

And when the eye looks at it, the dark vortex is gushing.

“Let’s order you up, no ham, in exchange for a ping mushroom.”

When he saw me, he turned off the screen, put his phone on the table, and took my bag and gave me a seat.

“Well, I like them too.”

“Well, I told them no chili.”

Huh?

I sting.

“Why? What about Sichuan?

And he looked at me with compassion, and he said, “Saving your nose bleeds.”

No, boss.

I can’t stop my nose bleeding and eating spicy.

I can only blame you for being so hot that day…

The table’s placards are ringing, and Shang took them to pick up.

His cell phone on the table turned on.

I didn’t mean to go to see it, but there were a couple of messages, and I looked out of curiosity.

That’s what I’ve been doing since I was a kid.

Everything is clear.

It’s all from someone named Baby.

For some reason, I was thinking about the hairy girl I saw that day at the bogus.

The girl who was shy and gentle when she saw him.

Shang came with a casserole fan, his cell phone screen was dark, and he naturally threw a bag.

I dug a large spoon from the pepper can to the fan.

The thought that his note to someone else was the baby, and it was a bit of a jam and a spoon.

“Spicy like this?” Brother Shang took the paper to me and showed up.

“Well, I like spicy.”

Hot and hot fans ate it, irritating my eyes and nose.

He wrote a note to someone about the baby.

The relationship is self-evident.

Yeah, well, I never asked.

After all, we’re just online people playing games together.

I like the fact that he’s just being nice.

He’s a good-looking man. I’m a pig, that’s all.

If we don’t see each other, we’re brothers of no sex.

It’s a good thing that a brother has a gentle girlfriend.

But I just can’t be happy.

I can’t see anything.

The sound of cold as I know it.

“At night, I can only learn myself until 9:00, after 9:00.”

“Well, um, well, I sucked my nose hard, and I don’t want to learn tonight.”

He paused and asked me, “Are you crying?”

“Ah? No!” I put my hands around my eyes, and I squeezed out an ugly smile, and it was hot.”

It’s all the chili.

It’s so hot.

It’s too bad.

Back in the dorm, the roommate dragged me to play games with her, and after two games, he found himself in the team.

The roommate smiled on my shoulder and said, “You’re in a state today, let’s have your little wife.”

I took a breath out of my cell phone, and I said to my roommate, “You play, I learn English, I’m going to take the fourth grade.”

Sit at the table and open the study book.

And my roommate sat next to me and said, “Oh, my God, today we don’t even play games anymore.

I didn’t talk to her. I started reading the subject.

“You get your little wife off the line, and I’m going to do it alone!”

She left with her cell phone.

I couldn’t read a word of it.

Before he went to bed, he failed to open the game and see his performance.

He’s been in four single rows since 10:30.

It’s been almost double rows since I played with him, and neither of us has been alone.

He’s been stable one star less than me.

But now, even if he’s in the line, he’s got a pretty good run.

His superior is MVP at every station.

I can’t help him with English. He doesn’t even need me to play games.

I didn’t see Shang for the next few days, and he wouldn’t suddenly appear while he was studying English in his study room.

There were no occasional encounters in other parts of the school.

He’s playing very little, just single, without me.

In addition to routine greetings of fire every day, we are like strangers who were first known without a crossover.

In order to cope with the exam, I have assigned myself a very heavy task of learning English, and don’t have time to think about him.

I didn’t see him again until the afternoon after the fourth grade.

It was a lecture with my roommate at the next school, and then the roommate went to the front row and I was sitting alone in the last row playing with my cell phone.

He was sitting next to me at the beginning, and his classmates looked at us and went to other seats with fun.

“How’d it go?”

He’s still leaning his head over me as naturally as before.

Take his special breath.

And those venomous eyes.

His eyes are the purest of lovers, but his eyes are missing, and when he sees,

It’s a hurricane, it’s a blizzard, it’s a glacial collapse, it’s a magnetic polar collapse.

It is an irremediably uncompromising move.

a subservient who cannot escape.

But he doesn’t belong to me.

“It should be able to float through.”

I didn’t mean to see him. I went down to the table and my head was buried in my arms.

He’s down on the table with me.

The sound is right in my ear.

“Well, it’s not a waste of my father’s time I didn’t come to you.”

I looked up at him, “What do you mean?”

What do you mean you’re not looking for me?

Didn’t he even want to play with me?

You’re on the table, you’re holding your chin, “You can’t learn anything when we study together.”

And he smiled, and he said, “It’s either watching me or playing games.”

A sense of shame that has been exposed has covered my head, and my ears and my face have been burned for a while.

“I… I’m not staring at you!”

“No?” “A half an hour on the back of an abandon?”

So he found out.

My face’s hotter and the whole ear is burning.

“I didn’t.”

Why did he come to me on purpose when he had someone he liked?

But I can’t resist.

Qingshan-Shang’s voice was low on my head, “Do you want to see a drone at night?”

“No.” I don’t think so.

Quiet for a few seconds.

“Go ahead, I want to be with you.” It’s a little down.

He did it again, intentionally or accidentally.

“Just call your girlfriend, why me?”

I don’t know what he’s up to, but I’m the one who’s down.

“Where did I get my girlfriend?”

Shang seems to be in a bit of a hurry, not only getting faster, but getting louder.

When I didn’t answer, he asked, “Who did you hear?”

“It’s not a girlfriend, it’s your fish.”

Shut up!

Look, that’s the default.

He took a deep breath and returned to a calm and apathy, looking straight at me, “Asyyama, I have no girlfriend and no fish.”

Not yet.

“I saw your baby send it to you.

For some time now, Shang pushed his cell phone to me and said, “You’re not talking about the baby?”

It’s one person’s.

So it’s just because he likes baby Feng…

Shang cut back to the chat page and crossed his finger to the top of the chat record.

“We have a team assignment, this is my team leader. Did you see this man send me a message?”

Their first chat was the day we ate the rice line together.

It was Shangka’s “baby” who said only one thing to attend the panel meeting until nine.

What I saw was the baby replying to his consent for a nine o’clock meeting.

And that night…

His original plan was to continue to study with me.

The few minutes of their conversations were devoted to informing the panel.

The day I saw him, he just added his best friend.

A sense of humiliation that’s tricked into my brain.

This humiliation comes from myself.

The gas is more happy.

OKAY.

Good thing he didn’t like others.

I said, “Where are you going to see the drones at night?”

“Go to the administration building,” he replied, “the top floor of the administration building can go up, there’s a large balcony, there’s a better view.”

“Yeah, but I’ve never been to the administration building. You’re gonna lead.”

And he kind of snuggled, “Okay, I’ll be downstairs at 8:00 p.m.

When he smiles, his eyes bend a little bit, and he’s more intimate and more fascinating than the usual cold.

I’ve got my head on my arm, and I’ve been looking at him.

As long as it is known that he does not like others, and as long as he looks at him in peace, it is the best time.

During this period, the nervous tension was relaxed, and the vague speculation was clear, and I put down one of my hanging hearts.

The sound of the teacher’s lecture was used as background music, and my eyelids were getting heavier and blurred.

I don’t know.

When I woke up again, I found a tissue on my mouth.

And a little wet.

He looked at me with an unspeakable face.

Fuck!

I can’t believe it!

Under his nose!

Sleep!

He’s got too much saliva.

“No… that… this paper…” I was so busy rubbing my mouth around.

He smiled and tried to theoretically explain, “Sleeping down is bad and his mouth closed is easy to salivate, as is the human physiology”.

He did see it.

Thank you so much for not being comforted at all.

“Unfortunately, unexpectedly.” I’m embarrassed to hold on to my forehead. Why isn’t the lecture over? I want to leave the city overnight.

“Won’t you play games?” He invited me again.

Come on, it’s better than sitting here and salivating him.

Skilled to connect to headphones, turn on the timi.

Qingshan. Quietly shouted.

“Well?” I turned my head at him.

He’s looking at the phone. He’s opening my data card.

It doesn’t seem to be calling me, but it’s reading my game name.

He blinked and turned and looked at me, “How sweet I am?”

Come on, just talk. Don’t light your eyes, okay?

I’m a little confused.

I can’t tell if he’s asking my name out of this poem or if he thinks I look good.

“Well…” I got a hot back and a hot face, and I looked down at him.

One hand held the trigger rigidly, and the other hand’s thumb strangled the finger.

And he went on to ask, “What should I do?”

The voice of the teacher on the podium and the small action of the other classmates seems to have become untrue.

The whole world has nothing to do with me.

Except him.

I can only hear his slight breathing next to me.

He can only see a little bit of tenderness in his eyes.

I’m going to faint. Is he going to ask me this poem or do I think he looks good?

Of course I think he looks good.

It’s a very vague “um,” and I’m going to start a double-barrel.

Let him go on, maybe he didn’t mean it. I’m on my own.

I still got my favorite Li Bai, and Brother Shang chose Wang Zhao.

“Is this good?” I’m not questioning his level, but we’ve got better options.

For example, his favorite assassins, e.g., eunuchs.

“Of course I can. I can do it.” He smiled mysteriously, “and it added an extra buff.”

“What buff?”

He didn’t answer me.

But I’ll find out soon after I get in.

He used Wang Zhao phoenix to fly his skin, and I used Li Baek phoenix to ask his skin.

We’re cp skin.

And we tied up the couple.

According to international practice of pesticides, the chance of a magician in a couple is female.

So the other eight agreed that I was the one with the sister.

It’s against me.

Now, the players, they’re all bad. They’ve got a girl, they don’t beat up their sister, they beat up men.

Beats me to death.

He’s a very well-developed man, Carry.

“So your extra buff is I’m going to attract hatred, and you’re going to be safe?” I hate to take a glance at him.

He smiled with his nose “um-hmm.”

I’ll take him for a favor and forgive him.

After Shang took another three murders and I was sacrificed, the team member sent a message: “The Master is strong, but your husband is too cocky.”

Fuck…

Wang Zhao returned to the city for a few seconds and saw Brother Zhang return: I am the husband.

Pupil earthquake.

I looked at him, and he looked at me as if nothing had happened, and he picked his brow.

My Li Bai came back, and when the two skins meet, they trigger a particular line.

The voice of Wang Zhaojun is heard in the earpiece: May one heart be with one heart, and the white head be with one another.

Hey, come on, you’re just a game. You don’t have to get a bgm like this in a long time.

I fell to find someone to reason with.

I pulled him in his sleeve, “What are you talking about? How come you’re a husband?”

He’s got his eyelids down and he’s moving on his cell phone, saying, “What else? Do you want to be a husband? A special hobby?”

“No, no, no, no, that’s not what I said! I mean… “We’re not together.

It’s not over yet. There’s a clapping in the classroom. The speech is over.

My words were swallowed up again.

Others started packing up.

The roommate came over with a bag and found me playing games and putting it up with interest.

And he strangled and said, “Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Shang gave her a bad look.

I don’t care about my roommate. Just finish the last wave and push the other side.

He looked up, yo, and saw the familiar shape, the blue hair and the long hair.

Or did blue hair say to Brother Suh, “You’re so good! Can you take me next time?”

Long hair follows her back with her head down and she looks up to her brother.

“I don’t have a sister.”

Blue hair smiled a little awkwardly and pointed at me and said, “Well, you’re taking this sister with you!”

“She took me, okay?”

Then press me to go.

“Why are you so cold to your sister?”

The four of us went away and I asked him.

“Well, you don’t know how annoying they are.”

He told me that I knew that she had expressed her affection directly to him.

After being refused many times, she switched to a trickle-back strategy and came to her brother with blue hair, on average, once a day.

I had to admire her for her persistence…

“Son sister, when did you take Pao Teng?” He’s about to die of other flowers.”

He looked at him with his eyebrow.

My roommate is also screaming, “Why don’t you two come to the chapel and I’ll give you a witness.”

“Don’t bullshit!” I hammered her.

Sneaking at my brother’s face with his lips on his face without knowing what to think.

The roommate pushed me over to my brother, “I’m not kidding. You’re in tenth grade. How can you end up married?”

I hit my face on the shoulder of my brother, and he put his hand around my back and lifted me up.

It’s like there’s electricity going all the way to the heart.

My roommate and I have arranged for the rest of my life.

It didn’t stop until we got into a taxi.

I’m going back to the dorm and I’m scolding my roommate.

I don’t even know if he’s got that kind of mind. If they get mixed up, it’s not good to make him sick.

“Did he think you didn’t count?” And the roommate looked at me like, “Just as long as he wasn’t blind.”

“No way! I can’t see anything!”

The roommate sighs, shakes his head, “Can’t you see that your little wife will come as soon as she sees you?”

Did you?

Think about it, like that.

He’ll come to me at any time and end up with us.

“You’re going on a date tonight, don’t you need to wash your hair?” The roommate reminds me that that look is like a useless ancestor.

Wrong.

“How do you know I go on a date at night?” I asked her.

Her face was obscurous, and she left her mouth open, “You said it yourself.”

I can’t remember what I told her.

At night, they arrived under the management floor and saw a standing figure standing at the door.

The yellow light under the roof fell on his head and flashed the light as it appeared.

Shang wore the black coat I first saw him with a black and white scarf and put his hands in his pocket.

Get loose.

Qingshan.

He called me white in front of me.

I ran up the stairs in three or two steps, and I was like, “It’s so cold!”

“Why don’t you wear a scarf?” He asked me.

“I suddenly couldn’t find my scarf, and I came out and didn’t wear it.”

He took his scarf off, and he went around my neck.

“Then you wear mine.”

The scarf also has the warmth and fragrance of the bro.

I’m in a hot, unnamed mood.

His neck was empty, his skin was white, and he was in the air.

I can barely help it.

“Are your hands cold?” “Show your brother and hold my hand.”

His hands were large, his hands were united, and my hands were all wrapped in it.

It’s warm.

And a little wet.

My cold back is numbing.

Take the heat from his hands.

For a long time, I think this position is… delicate.

Take your hand out and ask him, “You’ve been taking advantage of me like this?”

“I’m just trying to warm your hand, nothing else.”

He walked into the building and I followed.

On top of the elevator, he came to a large balcony.

It’s a wide view, and the whole city can see it.

The drone show starts at 8:30 on time.

The sky in the centre of the city is full of drones, with lights on and different patterns.

First, there was a woman with a dog, then there was a man and a woman, and then there were the scenes of two people.

“Whoa-whoa!” The first time I saw this war, it was so new.

He’s been standing next to me with a light smile.

There’s also a mystery in the eyes.

The drone performance lasted for 10 minutes, with the last drawing being a man and a woman.

And then we’ll reset it into “Marry me.”

It’s…

Proposal?

I’m confused, looking at Brother Shang.

He still looks like that.

Is this… is he confessing?

“So many drones, it’s gonna cost a lot of money?” I asked him.

Even though I’m not together, I’m starting to worry about money.

And he said, “Well, it’s a lot, it’s over 200,000.”

I took a breath, I looked at him hard, and my eyes were open, “Where did you get that kind of money?”

I didn’t see that. He’s got this big pen.

But he just picks up his brow, and he’s like, “I don’t pay for it.”

“Then your parents’ money is money!”

Loser! What a loser!

It’s too luxurious for a confession to make!

If he’s rich, forget I said it.

“What are you thinking? My cousin proposed, of course he paid himself.”

Huh?

Cousin?

I’m directly black.

So he really just asked me to see a show…

“I thought you were going to make a statement…” I dazzled and fell on the rails and looked at the distant sky.

The silence.

The sound of Shanging’s behind my head.

“That…”

“Do you want to be together?”

With anticipation and tenderness, be careful.

I almost spin around.

Looking back at him, my lips shivering, “What did you say? It’s too windy for me.”

And he enters upon me, and he approaches me, and he speaks with heat in my ear.

“I said, do you like me? Do you want to think about being with me?”

Like.

Definitely like that.

Since when?

Was he the one who held my hand in a tense, consciously or not, who treated me differently from others, or was he the one who first met?

It’s a little earlier than we’ve ever seen.

Unspoken thoughts are hidden in more than 700 games where we fought side by side.

He hides it every time he shares with him what I have heard, and he takes it seriously for my feedback.

It’s hidden in each other’s hearts and minds.

His voice was sexy and enticed, and he lured me into his tenderness.

I’m a lost ship in the night, and he’s a scab.

When I saw Conan last week, when I saw the New Lantern Kiss episode, I decided to follow Ran’s example and respond with a kiss.

One of the collars that grabbed him, and at the moment he was wrong, my eyes were closed, my heart was crossed, my head was stiff.

Knock it off.

“Oh, my God!” It hurts.

I kept my mouth open.

He’s in pain, rubbing his chin.

It’s like he’s pushing too hard…

And because it wasn’t high enough, he didn’t kiss his cheek…

“Does it hurt?” He took my hand with my mouth open, “I’ll squish.”

Four fingers to my face and a thumb to my lips.

It’s a little… heartache.

“All right, all right.” I took his hand, “No more pain.”

Instead, he held my hand.

The air is warming, the atmosphere is vague.

And it’s a little awkward because of the collision.

We stand so silently.

“So what… are we going back to play games?”

“Let’s go.”

He took my hand and put it in his pocket.

It’s hot.

“You were always in a single row. I thought you didn’t want to play with me.”

When I said that, I felt truly frustrated, he was a man with little words, and I could not have guessed what I thought without saying it.

“No, I did it because… “and he did it, and he grabbed my hand, and I said I had soft food and I wanted a wife, so I wanted to make more stars.”

Honey…

“Who’s going to be your wife…” I put my mouth in my mouth and whispered.

Shang went down a step, stopped and turned to me.

And We stood a step higher than he, and saw straight.

“You don’t want to be?” He asked me.

And the eye turned, as though it were a water of spring, and a shadow.

“Well, didn’t you say that men affected my sword’s speed? What if I turn?

“I’ll take you.”

“You said you didn’t have a sister today!”

“A wife is not a sister.”

I have nothing to say.

Why didn’t you find him so grumpy?

He just looked at me and didn’t move.

“Did you think about what I just asked you?”

I’m still waiting for my response.

I bow my head, bite my lips and say to him.

“like.”

“To be together.”

“Be.”

He’s three questions, and I’ll answer him once and for all.

All answers are yes.

Give him all you like.

Big brother smiled.

I’m not sure I’m gonna be able to pull out of my head.

The hair side of the hat covers the eyes and sees nothing.

“Ah you…”

I didn’t finish my speech and my mouth was crushed.

It’s cold, soft.

His thin lips.

My head is blank.

A moment later, he separated from me and kept me going.

“You… what did you just do?” I asked him.

His face was rarely red.

“What have you done?”

I’ve been burning from face to ear, and mundane’s behind him and stopped thinking.

I didn’t come back until we sat side by side on the plaza under the dorm.

It’s still a little unconvincing to look at him.

A few hours ago, I was still troubled by the suspicion that I had a third party, and now we are a decent couple.

“Tomorrow Sunday, want to go somewhere?” Hold my waist and let me lean on his shoulder.

“The King’s Canyon One Day Swim?”

He grabbed me in the face, “No other activity?”

What else can we do? We were all crazy double rows before the weekend.

“Oh, yes, yesterday we announced the schedule for the final exam.

And I’m going to add, “I promise to study, not to look at you, not to play games!”

He whispered, “Hmm.”

“Do you know that it’s been a hard day not to find you lately?”

His nose scratched my ears.

On this quiet winter night, in the arms of his beloved, my heart will melt.

“I don’t know. Tell me more.”

I can’t believe I’m making such a delicate sound.

Shang kissed me on the earlobe, “No, you little heartless man never wanted to find me.”

I thought he liked someone else.

Even a brother has to avoid it.

“Then I’ll come to you every day, three times a day, and I’ll stand under your dorm.”

Sneak down and kiss my lips.

Another raid!

And this time I felt it so real, his lips so soft.

Close observation can see a slight shiver in his closed eyes.

Emoticon focus.

It’s my teenager.

But I just closed my eyes and I was ready to talk to him.

He let me go.

Just a kiss by a dragonflies.

“Call, let the whole school know how much we love.”

He seems to be looking forward to it…

But I can’t do that.

His face was blown red by the wind, and although he could not be separated, it was almost time to return to his dormitory.

“It’s time to go back to the dormitory,” I pushed him, and I said, “I’m going up, and you should go back. It’s too cold.”

“Hmm.” Get up and get to the front door of the dorm.

Let me in.

I went back three times, and he stood there all alone.

She looked at him in the eyes of a girl who was completely indifferent.

Just looking at me.

The third time I looked back at him, I finally ran back.

Put your feet up in his face.

“Go now. Good night. See you tomorrow.”

He just turned around and left.

Only her roommate was in the dorm, and she laughed mysteriously and staring at my face.

“You’ve got lipstick.”

I was unconsciously covering my mouth, looking for a mirror, and I was scratched.

On the face and mouth…

My missing scarf was magically on the bed before.

“Did you deliberately hide my scarf!” I ran over and asked my roommate.

She blinked and blinked and quickly came up with a set of denials, “No, I don’t know, don’t lie.”

“You’re in the dormitory at night. It must be you.”

She smiled, and she said, “Oh, Brother Wilder, you’ve got, like, a bit of a tumble, but your little wife has a chance.”

Eyes on my black and white scarf.

It was her.

The cell phone stunned, and there was a new message in the qq space, and I went in.

It’s the white wall of our school.

It’s a copy of Phoenix.

There’s a beauty in mind. I don’t see it, I think it’s crazy. The phoenix is flying. Not on the east wall. I’m going to talk to you. And whence will it be and whensoever comforteth me? Be good and join hands. And it is not for me to fly, This is a photo of me and Shang on the balcony of the administration building.

I’ve got my hands on the fence, I’m looking forward, I’m smiling.

He’s right next to me. Look at me.

The first floor of the response area is Co-Face: @Cyansan, one and all.

It’s a clean “99” bottom.

I carefully identified this photo.

I finally realized what was wrong today.

This is a positive picture, which is in the air.

I remember her roommate’s boyfriend playing with drones. He used to do aerial photography.

No wonder she knew I was going out with Shang at night.

No wonder she asked me to dress a little.

There were times when I played games with her, when I didn’t invite my brother, he was on the team.

Every time I go out with my roommate, I’ll meet my partner.

She already sold me.

“You son of a bitch,” I pulled her over, locked her neck, and you were already in collusion! The Chinese lie to the Chinese.”

“Alas, ha ha!” She smiled at my hand, “Let go, let go, what’s wrong with cp powder!”

Shang sent me another message. It was an invitation to the game.

I let go of my roommate and light the game.

I’ll choose Li Baek.

They also use phoenix for flying and phoenix skin.

At the beginning, I heard Li Bai’s line: “There’s a beauty that I can’t forget. I don’t see it, I think it’s crazy.”

It’s still familiar.

I know what he thinks, and he knows what I think.

But he probably wouldn’t know.

I’ve been thinking a lot about these days when he didn’t want to interfere with my self-study and let himself not come to me.

I’m not going anywhere.

The dish forced the shooter to rob the blue again after he came to the middle road to rob two heads.

I can’t stand it.

I’m gonna do it when I’m in a single row.

But now it’s a double row, and the wild king I met the other day.

My best friend of Noboru’s is because he posted the post at school: A king likes a teammate with brains. Best of all, dumb ass.

The hero Li Baek Xuan is a source of inspiration.

Also attached are some of the country’s cut-off maps for the previous season.

I was stuck with the king, so I added his double.

It’s really good, it’s way ahead of you, and it’s very serious.

Iron slave.

The blue was stolen by the shooter, the blue across the street was stolen by the wild king, and I watched as the blue blue ran into the city.

A few noises came in the headset, and someone drove the wheat.

It’s a girl’s voice.

“This Yu Ji, what the fuck is wrong with you? If you don’t love me, you don’t have to treat me like an ancestor.”

“You’re gonna piss Ming off, and a leash dog is gonna work better than a leash. Will you leave? It’s better to put a little oil mouse on your phone than to take a walk.”

“Your flash is not the throne, you don’t have to keep it for your son. You can’t hold it that far?”

“Don’t take it from me, okay? You can’t hurt your family if you eat so much money?”

I thought the King’s Bureau was a little scolded, but I met her today.

Oh, it’s Lama King in the wheat.

Wild Lord.

Woman.

Isn’t this my double-team buddy? The wild king is a woman?

“So you’re the little sister.” And then I started a team to talk to her.

It’s the first time we’ve had a team.

It’s been a long time.

“You’re a man?” She made a sudden noise.

I don’t know.

“What, I thought I’d known a good-ass sister who was showing off all over the place. Her voice was full of loss.

“Hey, she’s been groaning, “How come a boy who used to be a hero is a high-ranking official?

I didn’t know how to answer.

“What if you’re a girl and you play the King of Li Baek Hyun-tae-lan?”

She’s silent again.

We’ve been driving a team of wheat every time we’ve been playing.

Unlike the Cold Wild King at the close of wheat, she can’t stop with one mouth, and I can’t talk with a lot of pigs, most of the time.

“It’s almost blue across the street, walking to Lurna and pissing him off.”

“Let’s get the dragon ready and kill the other one.”

“Get off the road and play mahjong. Go straight ahead. I’ll go around.”

“They’re on the red side, damn it, and Dad’s red is stealing! I’m going down the road.”

“It’s time to go on the road across the street, you help that bad guy, I steal the dragon.”

“Oh, my God, I’ve picked a guy from across the street.

I just realized that girls play games when they’re good.

Qingshan and I started talking more and more, taking a cup of milk tea in my hand and telling me that this bitter melon tastes like a ghost.

Take a lunch-after-day street, spit too hot, yell at your mother.

“Call, King’s Canyon Middles, over.”

We’ll share a music at midnight, and then we’ll add: it’s time, the cloud starts.

In qq space, a video of the cat and dog was transmitted on: ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

It’s been a long summer so long I thought I’d known her.

I’ve tried a cup of milk from the bitter melon, and I’ve accepted incompetence, and she’s a warrior in my heart.

Sometimes during the day she went out to play with her friends, and I gave her a red bag for ice cream, and every time she took it, she found another one for me.

I feel like I’m having a little less fun when I’m playing. I feel like I’m having fun when I’m playing.

I’ve heard every song she sends repeatedly, trying to guess what she’s thinking and what she’s been through.

She doesn’t seem to have a problem, she laughs at the sculptor video, and plays the game with a lot of trouble, and it doesn’t affect her feelings.

After the summer break, she was not in my mind “a good girl playing in the field”, but “a lovely girl named Qingshan”.

By the time school started soon, I had a strong feeling to see her.

But she didn’t seem to mean that.

He used to yell at me and said he hated seeing people messing around with games, having a high-strength heat of 25 hours a day.

I’m retreating.

“When are you going to come out and play?” in the input box, deleted all of it.

She’s a science student. She’s a construction major. I’m an arts student.

It cannot be said that there is no intersection, but that it is irrelevant.

Not even public basic classes.

She’s been busy playing with her lately, saying she wants to watch the game and saying things I don’t understand.

What’s the “marture of Seo Ko’s beauty”, “I want to be Xu’s little wife,” and “I’m too beautiful to lick.”

I asked her who Brother Seo was, and she said it was Seo-ron.

I don’t know Seo-Lun.

I’m Suh anyway.

I’ve seen the latest 12 episodes of the Sea of Ishire, and it’s really nice, and she likes Seo-lun.

She too.

I wasn’t really interested when she asked me if I wanted the stone-free sea resources, because the school network was not so good, it was too slow to download from the web.

But.

If the data is transmitted in an ancient way, we must meet, right?

I don’t think that’s an ill-intentioned Internet meeting.

She said yes, but she ran in the wrong place and found the wrong person.

I’ve got new peach blossoms.

My anguish has reached its peak, and fear has come with it.

So she said she only had Li Baek in her heart, and I chose Li Baek as soon as my head was hot.

At least this game makes me pretend to be in your heart.

But then she asked the boy to play the game.

It’s a good one.

When I entered the game, I regretted the countless times that I had not tied her to a lover so that I could declare sovereignty at that time.

But it’s okay. We’ve played a lot of games.

The degree of understanding is never comparable.

It’s only my number that makes her feel most comfortable.

I’ve taken the opportunity to tie up with her lovers, and those who want her to fall back.

I couldn’t sleep that night.

By chance, they say that girls like boys who are cooler, they don’t like being too proactive.

I don’t know what she likes.

The guy who was after her wasn’t the one who took the initiative.

Then she must be slow.

Although in the same school, our college is far too far apart from being able to get along.

Fortunately, it’s the same school, and I can go to her every day to brush my senses.

You can study with her, eat with her.

She likes to eat spicy, but she doesn’t do it with me.

Even spicy tears in the casserole.

I’m a little upset and I’m afraid too much attention to her would embarrass her.

It’s almost the end of the year, and I’m going to prepare the team, and she’s going back to English.

I don’t know why, she’s become so unresponsive to me.

But I still have a little bit of a problem.

Will a direct confession be too proactive?

One time she looked at me, and I didn’t know if that meant…

I still decided to confess.

She seems to have had an inexplicable vinegar, which has reinforced my thinking.

If you like one person, you can’t help it.

If you cover your mouth, you’ll come out of your eyes.

She ran out of her eyes.

I see the green mountains.

See me in Qingshan.

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.