Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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Xiang Wan took a taxi with Hu Bandao.

When they arrived, there were almost a dozen men and women sitting in the private room.

Usually in the classroom, everyone dresses more casually, but when they come out to play, they are specially dressed, especially the female classmates, sweet, cold, gentle, each with different styles, sitting together, there is a prosperous age of clothes and fragrance Beauty.

Fortunately, neither red sandalwood nor poison orchid is here.

Xiang Wan was relieved, "Hi, everyone!"

"Quick! Here, here, beautiful women come and sit here!"

"Just point face! A female man, what beauty to grab from the man!"

"Put it on, don't understand?"

For the first time at the class meeting, everyone was very new to her and took turns joking with her.

"thanks, thanks!"

After she was seated, she seemed to say thanks throughout.

People in a circle have common topics, and the feeling of getting along is much better than she expected.

Her two female classmates who wentssip in the cafeteria that day sat next to her, but everyone tacitly forgot to choose.

On the dinner table, all is positive energy.

Someone mentioned Mu Ershao during the period.

This seems to be an indispensable program for gatherings in the circle.

Mu Ershao is a myth of a web culture circle, a myth that no one has ever seen before.

Therefore, Xiang Wan, who has Mu Ershao's signature book, has become a hot topic in the topic. Some people looked at him for the signature book, and some people asked her whether Mu Ershao was a man or a woman. What did she look like... …

It's hard to answer late.

A friend who only said that he was a friend knew him and perfunctory.

From the eyes of others, she was suspicious of her account,

But people who are all high in emotional intelligence, no one will be ignorant.

...

At the end of the dinner, they went to sing K again and refused tonight.

At dinner, she couldn't stand the persuasion of others to drink some wine, and then went to sing K, she didn't know what it would be like.

In front of Bai Muchuan, the gadget is scared enough, but in front of these students, dare not think about it.

After all, her wine is not good, Bai Muchuan is right.

Hu Bandao was very loyal, seeing her cheeks drank red, did not allow her to take a taxi back, but accompanied her back to the college.

This evening, the college was very quiet, and most of the classmates had not yet returned.

Hu Bandao sent her directly to the door of the dormitory.

In the quiet corridor, only two of them.

After swiping, Xiang Wan didn't unscrew the doorknob, but turned to smile at Hu Bandao.

"Okay. Hurry up and join them."

"Okay." Hu Bandao responded, but the person didn't move. His eyes were glued to her face like glue. "You take good care of yourself. You look a little haggard, looking strangely distressing. ."

Ga...

Xiang Wan seemed to be struck by thunder.

"You drink too much. So sour?"

Hu Bandao stunned, and chuckled, "Are you sour? There are more sour, do you want to listen?"

Leaning back against the door, "...you can disappear."

Hu Bandao communicated with her eyes for a moment, suddenly sighed and smiled.

"Forget it, you guys, can't bear to tease! Don't talk anymore. I flash. Call me if you have something!"

He grinned at the night, "Yes. You are the world of the great god, Xiaopu Street doesn't understand, go quickly."

In the web circle, polarization is quite serious. Small authors such as Xiangyue may have problems in their survival, but these great **** writers are high-income earners, especially those with copyright derivatives, which are far more sophisticated than other industries. Therefore, they do not lack girlfriends, let alone gentle and virtuous girlfriends who can add fragrance to their sleeves.

Seeking a female writer to fall in love is purely for the male writer.

The two faced each other—code words?

Think of that picture, Xiang Wan was drunk.

"Hurry up! It's time to urge you."

Hu Bandao was dumb for a while, "Well, are you okay?"

Xiang Wan rubbed his flushed face, "Of course. I'm not drunk again!"

Hu Bandao bowed his head, smiled, waved his hand, and left.

~

Ambiguity that shouldn't happen will never be allowed to happen.

She knew clearly that it was not love.

It's just alcohol, away from worry, that catalyzed some feelings.

She pushed open the door of the dormitory, turned on the light, and threw herself on the bed, like a soft doll, she didn't like to move her fingers.

~

Summer nights in Kyoto are windy and not as sultry as Jincheng.

The tall leaves outside the window were rustled by the wind. Listening to the night, my heart gradually calmed down.

Just asleep, the phone rang.

Xiangye's eyelid was stuck, unable to open, and then asked vaguely, "Hello?"

"Did you drink?" The voice on the phone was filled with dissatisfaction.

"Bai Muchuan?" Xiang Wan made sure, sneering with a smile, humming with his nose, "What's the matter with you?"

She seems to have fallen in love with Bai Muchuan recently. Every time he stops talking, she has an inexplicable sense of victory.

Maybe he was bullied too much in Jincheng.

She thought vaguely and asked vaguely: "Say something, I will hang up if it's okay..."

Drinking is easy to get sleepy, and she is stupid when she is sleepy.

However, after a long wait, there was no voice from the man over the phone.

Don't talk or hang up the phone

Xiangye couldn't hold it any longer and yawned, "Bai Muchuan, what the **** are you talking about? Ancestral, don't you always be like this? I have no time to play guessing games with you..."

"I'm drinking too." He said, "still drinking."

What does "?" mean?

"Can't you hear it?"

Yeah, why did he hear her drinking, she didn’t?

Xiang Wan lightly pulled the hair on his head, feeling too sleepy, and his brain was not good.

"Okay, then drink it well, good night..."

"Don't hang!" He ordered suddenly and overbearingly.

"Huh? Why should I listen to you... 嘁! I'm not your mother!"

Xiang Wan unconsciously used such a common paragraph on the Internet to support him.

But after saying this, Bai Muchuan breathed tightly.

There was another silence.

Squinting at Xiang Wan, she was about to fall asleep, only to hear him suddenly say, "I have no mother."

Ok? Xiang Wan was slightly startled, and his mind was a little more awake. "Hey, what are you doing? Did something happen?"

Then she realized that Bai Muchuan had something wrong tonight.

His mood was very low, concealed in his calm tone, clearly monstrously hostile.

And he said that he didn't look like a mother, and looked like a child!

Xiang Wan wonders why every time he hears Bai Muchuan talking to her in this tone, he inexplicably thinks of him as a helpless big child who needs love...

Did the Madonna attack?

People who eat Chinese cabbage worry about the lives of local tyrants?

"They don't like what I have to do, and I don't need them... I don't need them anymore..."

Bai Muchuan seems to be speaking unconsciously, to himself, or to himself in his heart.

"No one needs to love me. Anyone."

What does it follow? Xiang Wan heard her brain, "Hey, are you okay?"

"Is there anything...who cares?"

I go! The wise Shenbai police officer was possessed by the literary student?

Xiang Wan rubbed his sour brain, turned over and fell on the pillow, looked at the phone call, and confirmed that the person in the conversation was Bai Muchuan, and finally believed that these words were said from his mouth.

"Mr. Xiaobai?" She called him like Li Ma, "What the **** happened to you?"

"Do you care? Xiang Xiang."

"..."

Does this guy drink more than she does? The foreword doesn't follow.

Xiang Wan almost guessed that Bai Muchuan was drinking too much and was emotional, so she called her.

She couldn't help but yawn again, "Okay, it's hard to talk to the drunk, do you love to talk, if you don't like to say I just hang up?"

There is no sound over the phone.

He raised his ears to the night and listened for a moment, impatient.

"nerve……"

With a grunt, she dropped her phone and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

...

The next morning, Xiang Xiang sent the sorted summary to the class teacher's mailbox.

After finishing the job, she was relaxed.

The last day of class, less classmates to the classroom.

When he opened the notebook late, Hu Bandao had just arrived in the classroom.

He slept in the dormitory in the morning and didn't have class, so he asked with a smile.

"Good afternoon, small bowl."

"..." Xiang Wan was speechless about the nickname.

"What time is tomorrow's flight?" he asked again.

"Nine thirty at night."

"Why is it so late?"

"...Cheap!" Rolling his eyes to the night, "you gods, you will not understand the frugal life of Xiaopu Street."

Uh! Hu Bandao chuckled, "Is it convenient to go home in Jincheng?"

When asked by him, Xiang Mu thought of Bai Muchuan.

He said he would go back to Jincheng with her, but he didn't ask her what time the plane was.

Even on the inexplicable phone call last night, the two did not have a serious agreement on the matter.

Maybe, he just talked about it?

"What's wrong?" Hu Bandao observed her expression. "Do I need to help you book a car?"

"No no no, no more." Xiang Wan reacted and gave him a big cold eye, "Is your money running out? Do you want me to give you the bank account number?"

"Hahaha." Hu Bandao smiled, "No problem."

The students arrived one after another.

Ten minutes before class, people who know each other get together to chat.

The beautiful woman on the left side of the night suddenly poked her arm.

"Hey, I heard that the two outstanding students this time, one of them is the red sandalwood of your website..."

He jumped towards the night, "Is it? I don't know?"

The girl glanced at her, "Have you summed it up?"

Nod to the night, "Hand over, the task is still to be completed."

"Yes, everyone should write as a task." The girl's view is the same as that of Hu Bandao. "We don't have to think so much about studying with the prince."

"Huh." Xiang Wan chuckled.

For this, she really can't cope with it.

"Hey, I heard that the sandalwood data on your website is actually not very good, so..."

She was talking about here, and the notebook on the table snapped to the ground.

The sound alarmed the two people, and they quickly looked up, and they just saw the rosewood walking past them coldly.

That notebook was accidentally touched by her body.

Zitan didn't apologize, but sneered.

The girl's face turned red.

She didn't know if she had heard it! ? I wish I could find a hole in it.

Innocently to the night, when he looked up, he happened to meet the eyes of red sandalwood.

The eyes met in the air for a second, and Zitan's mouth was pursed, and she turned away with a cold face, as if she hadn't seen her.

Inexplicable!

This encounter was very helpless.

After the events of that day, the two nodded at most, barely communicating, and she did not have a hot face to stick to their cold ass.

Now that this is added, there is obviously no grudge, and suddenly it becomes complicated.

...

Graduation ceremony on the last day.

Sunny day, the sun is very good, and the students are also spirited.

The leaders of the college and the leaders of the Writers Association arrived at the scene.

The head teacher was the host of the ceremony. After the leaders finished their speeches, he slowly stated that after reading the summary written by everyone last night, and after consulting with all the lecturers, two outstanding students were selected.

"A male frequency author, a female frequency author."

This is the result everyone guessed, and the students were calm.

"Yes, the author of Yantian Chinese Network, Feng Yan is just right."

When Feng Yan's right name came out of the teacher's mouth, everyone knew it.

Not at all unexpected.

Yesterday I knew this result.

At this time, someone had stolen the name "Pterocarpus" in private.

In the classroom, countless people also looked at her.

Everyone knows that another outstanding student must be red sandalwood.

Obviously, red sandalwood knows it himself.

She was sitting upright, her face indifferent, but her expression ready to rise up was already obvious.

"Please, the author of Wenquan Academy-Xiang Gongzi late!"

Time seems to stop at this moment.

When Zitan heard Wenquan Academy, half of her body had stood up, but what the teacher shouted was not her name.

This accident was unexpected.

There was a loud sigh in the classroom.

...

Red Sandalwood sat back at least three seconds later.

Towards the night, it took three seconds to stand up.

"Me?" Her cheeks were hot, not prepared at all.

"It's you! Go!" Although Hu Bandao was also a little surprised, she was more happy that she secretly stabbed her arm, "Hurry up, look at you, don't be embarrassing! Stand up, figure So good, is it used to understand at this time?"

Xiang Wan: "..."

She blushed and slowly swallowed up to the podium.

The road was very short, but she felt as if it was far away.

Someone around was whispering, but there was a momentary blankness in her mind.

I don't know how to stand on the podium, and I don't know how to read it with the manuscript.

She could hardly hear her voice and had little experience on stage, making her uncomfortable.

Especially, the red sandalwood sitting in the middle of the quiet classroom looked at her like a cone of ice...

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Two more!

Master Xiang was inexplicably excellent, but also scared her careful liver.

Well, for this excellent, you also praise me, throw the monthly ticket on my hand in my small bowl... Haha!