The Younger Brother Next Door is a School Grass

He closed his eyes, his face was full of disgust, and he almost added her to the block list.

But was afraid that it wasn’t enough for Haung Zhou to believe, so in order to make the hammer more solid, he endured the disgust and knocked down: Send voice chat.

A lost [rabbit]: Huh? Do you want to have a voice call with me?

Lu Xi: Send a voice message

A lost [rabbit]: [blush] [blush] [blush]

After a while.

A lost [rabbit]: [34 second voice message]

He turned on the screen recording function, recorded the chat history with this [rabbit] from front to back, opened the voice message, and recorded it together with the other party’s boring words.

After that he immediately sent the video to Huang Zhou, and dragged “a lost [rabbit]” into the blacklist without any hesitation.

Not in a hurry to sleep, he idly brushed up his Moments for a while, and then turned to QQ space.

It was not that he was very worried that Huang Zhou would break up with him because of this crap.

What is this stuff? Huali No. 3 Middle School Confession Wall?

…Perfect, it was like the absolute force was added when Panda borrowed his mobile phone to play in the afternoon.

The panda was very noisy. If there was nothing to do, he would go to the confession wall to spy on whether anyone was expressing love to him from the air.

Pull down in a row.

Six of the ten posts were from Huali No. 3 Middle School’s confession wall.

All were in the form of chat box screenshots without text.

He roughly scrolled around, wondering how these classmates could be so boring?

All night long, my sorrows in spring and autumn, flooded with love?

Just as he was about to delete this confession wall, he inadvertently swiped his finger.

Refreshing the wall.

Huali No. 3 Middle School Confession Wall: [Screenshot of chat box]

Lu Xi’s 5.1 and 5.2’s eyes were very familiar to the avatars in the screenshots.

Raising his eyebrows, he clicked on the big picture of the chat screenshot.

No. 2 yellow jersey avatar: Passion doesn’t buy emotion.

No. 2 yellow jersey avatar: sincerity may not be exchanged for sincerity

No. 2 yellow jersey avatar: Love is something, don’t touch it if you’re not sure.

No. 2 yellow jersey avatar: so fucking painful

“…” Lu Xi half-squinted his eyes, his expression similar to that of the old man in the subway looking at the mobile phone.

That was right, this unique avatar and this chat bubble could only be Huang Zhou.

… Where did Huang Zhou go to find all these sentimental sentences?

Tucao returned to Tucao, but Lu Xi felt a little sympathy for Huang Zhou in his heart.

(Tucao- complaint finding a loophole or key word in the language or behavior of the other party as an entry point, and sending out a mocking emotion or question)

But if Huang Zhou didn’t reply to his news, it was hard for him to get along with them – he had to take care of Huang Zhou’s face. After all, he was half a foot involved in the emotional dispute between Huang Zhou and [Rabbit].

Damn, What the hell is this?

Next second.

Huang Zhou: [tears] [tears] [tears]

Huang Zhou: Am I not good enough for Xiaosha? Not good enough?

Huang Zhou: How could she trample my sincerity?

Huang Zhou: Fuck love!

“…”

“If you want to open up, Dad invites you to dinner.” Lu Xi sent a large red envelope over.

The sad Huang Zhou accepted the red envelope and returned a series of crying emojis.

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On a midsummer night, the wind blew away the dark curtains, but it could not dispel the heat in the house.

The lights were as white as water.

The light scent of evening primrose lingered on the nose.

Lu Xi through the curling fog saw the scattered clothes at the foot of the bed.

One was a cheongsam with pink flowers printed on a light blue background.

Was this where the scent emanated from?

—— No.

Lu Xi found himself kneeling on the mattress, the touch on his hands was soft and warm. It was from a girl’s waist.

He was bumping deeply and shallowly ……

The fog that emerged from nowhere seemed to slowly fade away.

“Um……”

The voice which was soft like misty rain felt very familiar.

“Ah…Axi…”

The girl’s white fingers pulled up her scattered messy hair from her cheek as she turned her head back, causing Lu Xi to tremble.

This face was clearly of Zhou Sisi.

Lu Xi abruptly opened his eyes and looked straight at the chandelier on the ceiling in the dim morning light.

When the dream had receded, he raised his hand and wiped his burning face, and he awoke completely.

He rolled over to get up, but the slight discomfort between his legs made his movements pause for a while.

…Crazy ball.

Grabbing a handful of hair, he put on his slippers, pulled clean trousers from the closet, and walked to the bathroom.

The warm water splashed down on his face.

Lu Xi raised his head, his wet curly forehead hair was messy, and his adam’s apple trembled under the thin pinkish skin.

Fuck fuck.

Forget that dream, forget that dream… forget forget…

Lu Xi frowned, his wet hands banged wildly against the tile walls and his elbows carelessly swept across the ledge.

The bottles and cans clattered to the ground.

“Son? What’s wrong with you?” Ms. Xu Xuelin’s voice sounded from the living room. “Did you fall down?”

“Squeak! Don’t you fall unconscious?”

“…No.” Lu Yi raised his hand and pulled his wet hair back, responding irritably.

Xu Xuelin mumbles from outside, “You’re taking a shower?”

“You bastard, you’re too sloppy to make such a loud noise in the morning.”

“I’m going to work.”

“You can make your own breakfast.”

As soon as Lu Xi heard “Breakfast”, he thought that Zhou Sisi would come for make-up lesson and bring breakfast on the way, and then once again… the heart-disturbing fragment popped up in his mind.

Shit.

Looking down at a certain place, he was so annoyed that he slapped the innocent wall again.