Shen Zemu doesn't like how he feels now. The reason why he wanted to draw Xiang Nuan into the team was also to thank her for her help. If this attempt to reciprocate fails, it means that he still owes her a favor.
He doesn't like being owed money or favors. There are comings and goings, and neither owes each other, which is the state he recognizes the most, and it is also the state that makes him feel safe the most.
From this point of view, he can be regarded as an advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Shen Zemu returned to the dormitory with the cosplay suit, and saw Wawai playing mahjong with boys in the same class.
"Aren't you busy?" Shen Zemu asked him.
"Isn't that a problem?" Wai Wai replied, touched Zhang Ertong and played it out, and then said, "I think we can add a mahjong sub-item to our e-sports competition."
Shen Zemu put the clothes on his table.
When Waiwai mentioned the e-sports competition, he immediately thought of another thing, and said angrily, "I said Shen Zemu, what do you mean, you want to kick me out of the team?"
"Kidding."
"... what the hell?"
"I mean, you can go back to the team now."
"Shen Zemu, have you taken the wrong medicine?!... Fuck, I want 90,000, wait, wait, wait!"
Shen Zemu sat down, logged into Glory of Kings, found Xiang Nuan from the friend list, and checked her latest game information.
Xiang Nuan's most-used hero recently... Uh, Zhang Fei
This girl has quite a unique taste...
—
When Xiang Nuan received the skin presented by Shen Zemu, he felt a little complicated.
The male god gave her a skin, which should have been an exciting thing, however, Zhang Fei's skin... I'm really not very interested... Although this skin is quite expensive...
She would rather have Xiao Qiao's, even if she has no chance to use it, it's better to put it in the package and enjoy it.
I really don't understand the taste of male gods. ㄟ( ▔, ▔ )ㄏ
Anyway, the face of a male god is for sale, so Xiang Nuan equipped it with the skin of the Huchen in troubled times. All the skins of Glory of Kings have a small amount of attribute bonuses. This bonus is better than nothing and does not affect the game balance. Most people buy skins for the good looks. It's like people like to wear beautiful clothes to the streets, for a reason.
Although I don't like this skin, Xiang Nuan's mood is still a little turbulent. She sent a message to Shen Zemu: Senior, I received the skin, I like it very much. (^o^)/~
Sawaki: Well, as long as you like it.
It's Nuan Nuan: Thank you senior!
Sawaki: You're welcome.
It's Nuan Nuan: Why did the senior suddenly think of giving me a skin
Sawaki: Thank you.
Xiang Nuan was taken aback. I thought Shen Zemu was trying to tease her, but it turned out he was just thanking her for his help... Woo, I'm a little disappointed.
—
Xiang Nuan asked Min Lili: "Tell me, a person with a particularly nice voice and a bit of a low personality... what would he look like?"
Min Lili replied: "Based on my experience, people with better voices are uglier. After all, God is fair."
"Is that really the case?" Xiang Nuan was surprised, "But look at those news anchors..."
"News anchors are selected from more than a billion people, of course they look good."
"That's right."
In the evening, Xiang Nuan updated a circle of friends: Judging people by appearance is superficial, and I pay more attention to connotation.
Seeing Nuan Nuan's updated Moments, Lin Chuyan became more certain of his guess—this girl is probably ugly and has no confidence in her appearance, so she asked "don't laugh at her when we meet".
Well, he needs to send her a little reassuring message.
So Xiang Nuan received a like from Chuyan 20 minutes after posting to Moments.
I am so kind, no matter how ugly you are, I will never dislike you... They all thought in unison.
As if some mysterious contract had been reached, both of them were quite satisfied, and they said good night and see you tomorrow.
…
On Thursday afternoon, Xiang Nuan sent a voice message to Chu Yan: "Why are you here?"
Lin Chuyan checked the traffic information. Although it was not the evening rush hour, there were several sections of red congestion on the road. To be on the safe side, he decided to take a bus.
Buses have dedicated lanes.
Chuyan's voice: "Bus."
Xiang Nuan: "Yeah, that's very convenient, direct access."
Chu Yan: "What are you doing?"
Xiang Nuan: "Do your hair."
Chu Yan sent a "hmm", lightly, with a brisk tone.
Xiang Nuan felt that he might have misunderstood, thinking that she dressed up specially for Mian Ji. In fact, this understanding is correct, but she doesn't want to dress up beautifully, but... is trying to change her look.
What if Chuyan becomes face-blind and can't recognize her...
"I didn't do the styling just to meet you." Xiang Nuan justified.
The other side obviously didn't believe it, and replied with a long "oh".
Xiang Nuan had no choice but to say, "Chuyan, I wish you the best of luck in meeting a pervert on the bus."
Xiangnuan hair is fine. The scalp is healthy, the hair is thick and black, full and shiny, without split ends. The barber touched her hair, and he liked it very much, and the girl had a pretty face, so he couldn't bear her to leave... So, even though Xiang Nuan only asked for a trim of her bangs, the barber cut her hair ends for free for a long time.
Xiang Nuan looked suspicious: "You don't want to sell me a card, do you?"
"no."
"Sell perm and dyed hair?"
"no… "
"Sell beauty and body? Hair care? Head spa? Eyebrow tattoo? Hair removal?"
The barber was shocked: "Little girl, you understand very well..."
Xiang Nuan laughed: "I know all of your tricks, I'm in a hurry, so cut my hair first."
"Okay," the barber nodded, and then whispered aggrievedly, "I didn't want to sell you anything."
"Ah, ah, ah."
The barber finally fixed it for her. Xiang Nuan looked at herself in the mirror, her bangs were lowered to cover her forehead, her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and a few locks hung down to her chest, covering the edge of her face... She was completely different from Li Bai that day. Not bad, she almost didn't recognize herself.
After leaving the barber shop, she saw a roadside stall selling sunglasses and socks. She bought a pair of big sunglasses for 20 yuan and put them on.
Perfect!
Looking at the time, she still had plenty of time, so she didn't take a taxi and got on the bus.
Today, Xiang Nuan made an appointment with Chu Yan to meet at the on-campus cafe in Yuanchi Campus. At this moment, she only had two stops back by bus from the barber shop. It was also her luck that the bus arrived after waiting for five minutes, and there were still seats on board.
After she sat down, another old lady came up.
Xiang Nuan wanted to give up her seat to the old lady, but she was about to leave the seat, but a boy sitting in front of her moved faster, stood up and signaled the old lady to take his seat.
The old lady sat so steadily and relentlessly, her movements were exceptionally quick, and she didn't say thank you after she sat down.
The boys didn't seem to care much. He was tall, and with a slight lift of his arm, he grabbed the top handrail. The bus shook when it started, but he stood firmly.
He was very close to Xiang Nuan, so close that when Xiang Nuan looked up, his eyes fell on his waist.
He was wearing a half-worn white T-shirt with some patterns printed on it. Maybe because of too many times of washing, the patterns are a little peeled off, like a damaged wall. Looking up, I wanted to see his face, but the view was blocked by his hand holding the phone.
His hands are a bit big, and he holds such a big mobile phone completely in his hands. Then, the hands are also beautiful, with thin palms, long and even fingers, and small crescents at the bottom of the nails. Xiang Nuan seems to have heard from her mother that having a small crescent moon means that the person is in good health.
Because of the sunglasses blocking her, she didn't worry about being discovered, so she was a little unscrupulous, always staring at other people's hands.
The boy seemed to notice something, lowered his phone, and glanced at her.
Feeling guilty for a while, Xiang Nuan turned her head quickly.
Her expression was calm as if she had a cold personality, but her inner activities were as active as sunspots: oh oh oh oh oh! This boy looks good-looking!
Since she is good-looking herself, her standard of "good-looking" is higher than that of ordinary people.
Even by her high standards, even if it was just a glimpse, even through a layer of big sunglasses... But that moment just now was enough to convince her that he really looked good.
Oh, it's not just good looking. What's more important is temperament.
Generally speaking, a boy who is too delicate, whether he wants to or not, will inevitably be a little feminine. But this boy is not. Although he also has a delicate face, his temperament is very clean and sunny, and he is insulated from the makeup.
He gives people a delicate and straight, pure and upright feeling.
Xiang Nuan couldn't help but turned to look at him secretly. This time she noticed his hairstyle—it turned out to be parted in the middle. -_-|||
The medium score has relatively high requirements on the appearance of boys. If you are not careful, you may become a traitor leader, or a depressed civil servant uncle.
The boy noticed it again, and his eyes fell again.
Xiang Nuan turned his head again.
This was repeated several times.
Xiang Nuan complained in his heart: Others are looking at you, why did you arrest me alone...
Well, don't read it, can't you not read it? Isn't it just good looks? Who doesn't have it yet
Turning his head ninety degrees in anger, he looked towards the aisle.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, God, what did she see
A pervert molesting a girl
In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of everyone, how courageous!
The pervert's paws touched the girl unscrupulously. The girl seemed very timid and didn't dare to resist, so she moved to the side. Unfortunately, the car was a bit crowded at the moment, so she could only move a short distance away. Then the satyr sticks up again.
Xiang Hean's heart trembled. She can't see such a thing. She rummaged through her bag for a murder weapon, but found only a nail clipper.
It doesn't matter, justice is my greatest weapon... She cheered herself up like this, and got up.
Once again, the boy was one step faster than her. As soon as she stood up, she saw that he had already walked over, behind the satyr.
Raise the long arm and firmly hold the upper handrail. The other hand put away the phone, and then... rested it on the satyr's waist.
The satyr seemed a little unresponsive, and turned to look at him.
From Xiang Nuan's angle, you can see most of the satyr's face and a small part of the boy's profile.
At this moment, she saw that the boy tilted his head slightly, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling evilly.
It's so evil that even the lines of its pretty face are a little distorted.
His hand on the satyr's waist continued down, and he patted the satyr's butt lightly.
The satyr doesn't care about indecent assaulting others anymore, he himself is suffering a lot of indecent insults at the moment. So the pervert hid aside and cursed softly.
Don't dare to scold too loudly, after all... the opponent is taller than him, so he can't beat him at first glance.
The boy chased the pervert, and then slapped his ass.
The pervert couldn't take it anymore: "You pervert!"
Due to the endless harassment by the boys, when the bus stopped, the pervert fled as if he had been pardoned.
Xiang Nuan peeked at the boy and found that he took out a pack of wet wipes from his bag and began to wipe his hands carefully.
After wiping for several minutes, he was still wiping. It seems that his psychological shadow is quite big.
After wiping, the boy's gaze drifted over again.
Xiang Nuan hurriedly turned her head and sat upright.
At the last stop of the bus, all passengers have to get off, and the stop is at the west gate of her school. Xiang Nuan got out of the car with the crowd, and when she walked into the school, she found that the boy was on the way with her.
Is it an alumni
She was curious, but didn't want to strike up a conversation with him. She was caught peeking at him repeatedly just now, which made her feel so ashamed.
So each went his own way.
The boy seemed to be reluctant to walk with her, so the two tacitly opened up a distance. She is in front and he is behind.
However, today's smooth road was too coincidental, and it went directly to the destination.
Standing at the door of the coffee shop, Xiang Nuan took out her mobile phone and sent a voice message to Chu Yan: "Where have you been?"
Then, from the mobile phone of the boy who was approaching behind her, she heard her own voice: "Where have you been?"