The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Su Xiaoxiao's face was being pinched by him, making her speech a little slurred.

She looked intently back and forth between the face of the boy Yan Cong on the sky and the face of Yan Cong in front of her.

Finally, the conclusion is given.

"You're even more handsome now!"

Yan Cong narrowed his eyes.

"So that means I used to be ugly?"

Su Xiaoxiao immediately raised her hand.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare!"

Many girls in the audience twitched at the corners of their mouths.

No.

sisters.

How can you still laugh when you see your boyfriend hugging another woman?

The normal procedure should not be—

hand.

Scumbag.

roll.

Triple hit?

How come it's become flirting here?

The celestial curtain continued to flow.

in the room.

When Yan Cong woke up, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Liang Rumeng staring at him with her big, blinking eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

Both of them fell silent.

"Whoosh—"

Yan Cong withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

He sat up, his hair still messy, and an awkward smile on his face.

"that……"

Good morning!

Liang Rumeng slowly sat up as well.

She rubbed her temples, her voice a little hoarse.

"Um."

"Good morning……"

Even through the screen, viewers felt their toes go numb for Yan Cong.

Liang Rumeng didn't react much.

She threw back the covers and got out of bed, casually tidied her hair, and then turned to look at Yan Cong.

"Do you have any cigarettes?"

"Give me one."

Yan Cong was stunned.

He looked at her, and the light in his eyes dimmed slightly.

"You smoke?"

Seeing his expression, Liang Rumeng smiled instead.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"Don't like smoking?"

"Regret it?"

Her expression was very natural, completely different from the girl who would lean against him and act coquettishly last night, speaking in a soft and gentle voice.

Yan Cong remained silent for a while.

Finally, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer and handed one over.

Liang Rumeng lit a cigarette and leaned against the table, puffing out smoke.

The smoke dissipated from her lips.

Yan Cong sat beside her, watching her skillful movements as she picked up a cigarette, without saying a word.

The words from last night were still stuck in his mind—

"With that money, you wouldn't buy me nice food!"

But the girl in front of me seems very different from the girl from last night.

"I'm gone."

Liang Rumeng finished her cigarette and stubbed it out.

She turned around and tugged at him.

"I haven't had breakfast yet."

"You're my boyfriend, right?"

"Take me to get bubble tea!"

Yan Cong looked up at her.

"Um."

The voice was low, and the enthusiasm had mostly faded.

soon.

The others also woke up one after another.

She emerged from the room with squinting eyes and a radiant smile.

He raised an eyebrow as soon as he saw Yan Cong.

The meaning is obvious.

How did it go? Did it succeed?

Yan Cong ignored him and pushed the door open to leave.

He turned back as he reached the door.

"Let's go."

"Didn't we say we were going to drink milk tea? Hurry up!"

The group exchanged glances, their faces full of confusion.

The burgundy-haired girl frowned and spoke in a loud, boisterous voice.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you eat gunpowder this early in the morning?"

"Who knows? Let's go, someone's treating us to milk tea, aren't we going!"

Liang Rumeng was the first to follow.

Not long after.

The group sat down in a milk tea shop in town.

Faded menus were pasted on the wall, and the machine behind the counter hummed. The cloying smell of creamer mixed with the smell of smoke clung to people's noses.

Yan Cong sat by the window.

He watched as Liang Rumeng and the others smoked and talked about which boys in the class were disgusting and lewd.

He couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

I just feel tightness in my chest.

Last night, the girl who complained that a car costing over 100,000 yuan was too expensive, and who seriously said she wanted a covered tricycle.

The image of Liang Rumeng, who skillfully holds a cigarette and casually criticizes the boy in front of her, is completely different from the image of Liang Rumeng.

He remained silent.

After sitting for a while, I got up and went out.

Outside the milk tea shop.

The sun has risen.

Electric bikes come and go on the street, and steam from breakfast stalls rises onto the roadside.

Yan Cong stood at the door, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

He smokes regularly, but this one takes him exceptionally long to smoke.

"well……"

In the shop.

Old Wang glanced at Yan Cong, who was secretly grieving outside, and moved closer to Liang Rumeng.

"Hey, Xiaomeng, what's wrong with your boyfriend?"

"How would I know?"

"I'm not familiar with him."

Liang Rumeng shrugged, looking completely indifferent.

"Hey~ you weren't like this last night. You were so clingy to him in the car last night!"

Old Wang imitated her from last night, deliberately using a high-pitched voice.

"Baby~ kiss~ one more time~"

Liang Rumeng's eyelids twitched.

She slammed her hand on the table, her ears turning red instantly.

"Stop talking!"

"That was me when I was drunk!"

"Do you understand?"

"Not the current me!"

"Two people!"

"Besides... I..."

She hadn't finished speaking.

Yan Cong had already walked in without anyone noticing.

He stood by the table, his expression indifferent, forcing a smile.

"Well, I need to go back to my hometown to see my grandma later, so I won't be able to stay with you."

"Here, take this."

talking.

He placed two packs of cigarettes in front of Liang Rumeng.

It is a lotus flower.

Forty yuan a pack.

For Yan Cong at that age, it wasn't cheap.

"Wow!"

The burgundy-haired girl immediately gasped in surprise.

"The boss is so generous! He's so good to Xiaomeng!"

Yan Cong smiled again.

"Nothing else, I'll be going now."

"Okay!"

Liang Rumeng's attention was still on the two packs of cigarettes.

When she looked up, Yan Cong had already walked out of the milk tea shop.

The glass door opened and closed again.

The doorbell rang once.

His figure quickly disappeared at the street corner.

Old Wang looked at Liang Rumeng, then at the door, and couldn't help but laugh.

"No way, you're really in love?"

"Didn't you date a few people before?"

"Why do I feel like you're not that interested in them?"

Liang Rumeng was biting her straw, her eyes still looking out the door.

"What do you know?"

"That guy took advantage of me while I was drunk and stole my virginity..."

Old Wang's eyes lit up.

"Eh, first what, first kiss?"

"No way? You've dated so many guys, and you've never even kissed anyone?"

“Eh…”

Liang Rumeng gritted her teeth, watching the direction Yan Cong left in, her face growing redder and redder.

"Shut up!"

The live stream chat is buzzing again.

"???"

"Holy crap! It's a plot twist?"

"This is her first kiss?!"

"This is getting interesting!"

"Old Master Yan, come back! You've misunderstood him!"

"A misunderstanding during puberty, right?"

the other side.

Yan Cong bought some vegetables in town.

A bunch of greens, a piece of meat, and a dozen eggs.

There's also a bag of soft peaches that Grandma loves to eat.

He hung his things on the front of his electric scooter and rode it towards his hometown.

He stopped at the house of the man in the floral shirt and picked up Lao Zhong.

Old Zhong sat in the back seat, and was puzzled as soon as he got in the car.

"Um?"

"I thought I'd have to wait a while longer?"

"Aren't you spending more time with your girlfriend?"

"Why should I accompany you!"

Yan Cong turned on the switch, and the little electric scooter roared off.

"Last night, my little head tried to control my big head, but it didn't even work out; I just fell asleep!"

"I regret it so much!"

"And, do you know what else?"

"She smokes!"

"She smokes!"

"I thought she was the kind of person who was... well, you know Shen Youchu, right?"

"I thought she was the kind of girl who was good at managing her finances!"

"I never expected it to be like this..."

"Ugh!"

Yan Cong let out a long sigh.

The feeling of having his illusion shattered was even more unbearable than he had imagined.

Old Zhong sat in the back row, listening with a speechless expression.

"You're wrong about that."

"Didn't you see her best friend?"

"He's an expert in everything: hair dyeing, tattoos, and drinking."

"With them all mixed up, do you really expect one innocent girl to emerge?"

"I guess... tsk, I won't say, those who know, know."

"Everyone's just playing around; if you take it seriously, you'll lose."

Yan Cong paused for a moment, and the wind blew past their ears.

The rice paddies along the roadside have begun to turn yellow, and half of the branches of the old locust tree at the village entrance in the distance are visible.

After a long while, Yan Cong finally spoke in a low voice.

"Ugh."

"But I feel she's different..."

Old Zhong's expression changed immediately.

He stared at the back of Yan Cong's head, his face filled with the pain of having just eaten an "Oli Gei" (a popular internet slang term for being disgusted or frustrated).

"You're still a hopeless romantic, aren't you?!"

"Fuck!"

Yan Cong immediately refuted this.

"Dude, that's called being innocent!"

"screw you!"

The two men's laughter and banter carried far along the country road.

The viewers in the live stream were also moved as they watched this short video.

"Damn, what exactly is youth?"

"The misunderstandings between the young boy and girl are really like watching a drama."

"I have a feeling something big is coming next!"

"Add one!"