The e-sports god has fallen again

Chapter 152
Gu Congxin was overjoyed by the straight male communication between the two of them, and shook his head more than once and sighed: "You are not very good at the same table, other male students make appointments in movie theaters, playgrounds, etc. Take you to an Internet cafe? I really doubt whether his appearance is traded for his emotional intelligence..."

Lang Qiao didn't take it seriously, as long as there were no special circumstances, she would always receive a small note before the last get out of class every day: Internet access?

The most memorable time was when Gu Congxin invited her to go shopping together after school, but because the exam results were announced that day, this naive fell too far and was called by the teacher to the office for a heart-to-heart talk.

Lang Qiao waited for no one at the school gate, so she went directly to the Internet cafe she frequented, playing while waiting for Gu Congxin to contact her.

As a result, as soon as she opened the door and went in, she met Shi Qi who was at the front desk to renew the bill.And just half an hour ago, she had just rejected his invitation to go online on the grounds that she had something to do at night.

The moment the four eyes met, Lang Qiao inexplicably felt a little embarrassed.

And her deskmate seemed to have not seen her, turned around and left after paying the fee.

For the next week, her deskmates seemed to have lost their memory and ignored her.

Their comrade-in-arms relationship has not yet been established, and it quickly collapsed. Except for saying "give way" every time they passed behind her, her deskmate became dumb again.

A neurotic dumb.

But it's just this kind of crazy mute who wipes the blackboard for her when passing by the podium, gives her the seat next to the radiator when the weather is getting colder, and is frowning by the glare of the sun during her lunch break When I raised my eyebrows, I silently pasted the window with newspaper.

And she was not allowed to ask.

The question is that I thought it was time for me to wipe it today. I think the heater is too hot and the sun is too harsh.

The more he got along with him, the more Lang Qiao felt that this man was mentally ill, and he told Gu Congxin all his "cases" on the way home from school.

And the way Gu Congxin looked at her at that time...

Hmm, like watching a fool.

This guy smiled lovingly like her aunt for a long time, and finally patted her on the shoulder and said: "Your deskmate should be angry, and they are having trouble with you."

So, before school ended on another Friday afternoon, Shi Qi received a small note for a long time, on which was written in his familiar font: Shall we make up?

And he circled the end of that sentence with a red pen, and then returned it to Lang Qiao.

He crossed out the question mark with a slash and put a period next to it.

So the sentence became: let's make up.

Afterwards, when Gu Congxin heard about this operation, he clicked his lips and sighed more than once: "Your tablemate is too boring, isn't it?"

After Lang Qiao said, "Don't say bad things about my tablemate", he excitedly went to play games with her at the same table.

As Lang Qiao came home later and later, Ms. Yi worried that it would be dangerous for her to walk at night, so she bought her a mountain bike.

Although riding a bicycle can't avoid danger, but at least you can run faster, right?
As a result, on the first day Lang Qiao rode to school, he found that the bike was lost.

She searched around where she parked but couldn't find it. She was about to find the teacher when she saw a handsome boy pushing two bicycles passing by at the same time.

That towering height, that incomparable walking posture, who else could there be except for that idiot at the same table as her?
"Why are you hiding my bicycle?" Lang Qiao looked at him like an idiot.

"Your car is not locked. I was afraid it would be lost, so I put it together with my lock." Shi Qi said.

Lang Qiao glanced at his lock, feeling a bit unconvincing: "Your lock can't prevent thieves, can it?"

And her tablemate gave a low 'hmm', with a rare smile in her voice: "It's against you."

Facing Shang Lang Qiao's eyes as if he was mentally retarded, he added in a low voice: "I'm afraid you won't call me when you go online."

And Lang Qiao snorted coldly, and on the spot broke a small wire from the bicycle shed, and fiddled with his lock for a while.

He only heard a 'pop', and his lock was unlocked.

And Lang Qiao threw away the small wire, and his tone was full of pride: "I can open this kind of lock when I was in elementary school."

Don't ask, it was taught by her father.

And Shi Qi: "..."

That night, he hurriedly bought a combination lock online.

As the two of them became more and more acquainted, their small note topics became more and more abundant. Sometimes they asked if they wanted to go to the canteen after class, and sometimes they chatted about each other's hobbies.

In Lang Qiao's memory, what impressed her most was one evening, when she was listening to an mp3 and doing her homework, a slender and beautiful hand unexpectedly reached out and tapped on her desktop.

Lang Qiao froze for a moment, then saw him slowly handing over a note with three simple words written on it: Look outside.

Lang Qiao turned his head, and saw that the big clouds in the sky were all dyed golden by dusk, and part of the blue sky showed through the thin clouds, dyed a rare pink-purple.

It wasn't until the sun had completely set that Lang Qiao turned around in a daze: "Why did you show me this?"

Shi Qi smiled, his voice seemed to be gentle: "It looks good."

He doesn't know what the future holds, but he wants to share the beauty he sees with her.

In the blink of an eye, it was the second semester of the third year of high school, and the pressure of the college entrance examination was like a mountain, crushing their entire class.

During class, one worked harder than the other, and fell asleep after class.

Even Lang Qiao, a heaven-defying player who doesn't know what pressure is, temporarily put the game aside and devoted himself to sprinting for the college entrance examination.

It's just that when her hands are itchy occasionally, she will write a small note to say hello: at the same table, after the college entrance examination, the decisive battle will last till dawn?
At the same table, after the college entrance examination, I want to set the keyboard on fire!
At the same table, do you go overnight after the college entrance examination?

And no matter what she said, her deskmate would reply her with a 'yes' in a calm manner.

As soon as the summer came, the game of spraying water on each other inexplicably became popular in the school. Some people squirted with water guns, and some squeezed with pulsating bottles.

Lang Qiao was even more unlucky. As soon as she entered the class, someone hit her right on the head with a balloon filled with water.

The balloon exploded on her back, chilling her heart instantly.

Before Lang Qiao could react, a large school uniform jacket fell down, covering her whole body tightly.

At the same time, an angry voice came from the top of her head, still the kind of harsh words: "Xxx, don't leave after school!"

And the male classmate who hit her turned around and ran away, still yelling: "Shi Qi, are you fucking crazy? I just accidentally hit her..."

The students around also booed: "What are you doing, you two, the same table is different/bed~"

Amidst their noisy voices, Lang Qiao had only one thought in his mind: Fuck, my deskmate is so good at pretending to be B...

　Lang Qiao: As long as I'm straight enough, no one can touch me.

　　I advise everyone not to imitate, straight men ruin their lives.

　　You may not believe it, but there was a male classmate in high school, no matter when and where he met me in school every day, he would ask: "Do you surf the Internet?"

　　"Are you going out online tonight?"

　　"Stay up all night together?"

　　"There's a wall over there to climb."

　　Me: "????" Are you fucking sick?Am I the kind of person who goes out and surfs the Internet every day?
　　I always thought he was someone who didn't love anything but games, until later...

　　Not to mention, he sent a message yesterday asking me if I could drive black, I was so mad!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)