Chapter 22 Chapter 22 Because you don’t know how to be a mistress…
The story of the two thousand yuan bet started three days ago.
The experimental building is deserted all year round. It is so quiet that the occasional person walking inside can create an echo. The inexplicable academic atmosphere always makes people involuntarily quiet down and even breathe more lightly.
Ding Yizhou was very sensitive to this kind of environment. When he was allergic, he felt the urge to urinate. He grabbed Feng Wen, who was unaware of the situation, and went into the toilet.
As expected of a toilet in the laboratory building, it is so clean and spotless, shiny and awe-inspiring.
On this side, he pulled down his zipper with a pious look on his face and got ready, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Feng Wen still with one arm folded, staring at his phone with a confused look.
Are you sick? How many days have you had these symptoms?
"There's something wrong with you. Who have you been messaging these days?"
Feng Wen didn't even look at him, and uttered three words concisely: "Xie Zhizhi."
"?"
"Oh, are you planning how to get rid of him?"
"……almost."
Ding Yizhou was puzzled: "What do you mean by almost? What's the difference?"
Feng Wen pulled his eyes away from the phone, turned his head, and said with a calm look and a very natural tone: "I'm thinking about how to get him to kick Shen Che out as soon as possible."
"Why?" Ding Yizhou suddenly had an idea and felt that he had grasped the key point. "Oh, you have finally made up your mind? Then why not put Wen Xuyan on the agenda as well? I think he looks more threatening. If we take him out together, the chances of taking down Shen Che might be slightly higher."
He thought what he said made a lot of sense and could be regarded as filling in the gaps.
But Feng Wen smiled at him gently, and said something shocking: "No, I think Chen Che has affected my pursuit of him a little."
Ding Yizhou felt as if he was slightly deformed.
But he still tried to remain calm and asked, "Wait, who are you chasing?"
Feng Wen opened his thin lips and said with a smile, "Thank you, Zhizhi."
"?"
It's scary, man, just one sentence made him unable to pee.
Feng Wen glanced up and down and said, "Are you still peeing? If you don't, put it away. It won't look good."
Ding Yizhou was silent. He didn't want to pee anymore, so he went to wash his hands.
While washing his hands, he took a deep breath, and then he realized that since he had been following Feng Wen for years, it seemed that his acceptance of this inexplicable and bloody plot had made a leap forward.
He turned off the faucet and asked his good brother sincerely, "Are you okay? Even if this couple is destined to fail, you can't take turns pulling them apart. It's hard for me not to suspect that you have some kind of perverted sexual fetish."
What he got was a cold response from Feng Wen: "Oh, are you shocked enough? If so, you can start proposing feasible plans."
It’s hard to put it into words.
Teaching building, rooftop.
The handsome alpha looked languid for the first time.
His slender body leaned lazily against the long horizontal bar, and the sunlight shone softly on him, making his broad shoulders and narrow waist look as if he were glowing.
Very handsome. If he wasn't so eager to be a mistress, he would definitely be very popular among the crowd. Ding Yizhou thought so while drinking iced milk in the shadows.
Although he is not that popular, every relationship he has had has been smooth sailing, and everything has gone smoothly and smoothly.
In short, you are well qualified to point fingers.
Throwing away the other person's phone speechlessly, he said, "You are not doing this right."
Feng Wen raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then said nonchalantly, "What's wrong?"
Putting down the coffee, she asked, "Who told you to act like a queen before you even took the throne?"
Those being accused clearly disagree.
"I don't."
Ding Yizhou rolled his eyes: "You don't have it?"
He unlocked his phone again and rushed to the person in two steps.
"Wow, what is this?" Poke, poke, poke.
"What is this?" He continued to poke.
"Tell me, buddy, is this how you should behave when you're trying to steal someone else's girlfriend?" The decibel level of his questioning grew so high that Feng Wen was practically going deaf.
The phone was too close, and his smoky gray eyes narrowed subconsciously due to the pain.
"What's wrong?"
Isn't it just asking about people's well-being and reminding them to eat? What's so fussy about it?
Ding Yizhou laughed angrily: "Do you believe that if you do this, he will pretend to be stupid and stay away from you when he returns to school?"
Feng Wen: "Why? I don't believe it."
"Because you don't understand the first principle of being a mistress."
"?"
Ding Yizhou patted his shoulder sadly, then suddenly lowered his head and started operating his mobile phone.
"Ah, I found it. I recently found it. It should be very educational for you."
"?" Feng Wen also lowered his head.
The next second, a burst of powerful DJ music sounded from Ding Yizhou's hands——
I have no name
I don't get angry
I can't hate you
…
"Do you understand?"
Feng Wen calmly reached over and turned off the DJ: "I don't understand."
Ding Yizhou said earnestly with a look of pity on his face, "My point is, you don't even have a name, so why are you saying all that nonsense? It's useless. You're aiming for a higher position, you know? You need to recognize your own status."
Feng Wen was silent for a moment, and found that even after hearing such terrible words, he could still be said to be calm.
So he heard himself ask very calmly: "What should I do then?"
Ding Yizhou raised two fingers and said, "I bet you two thousand dollars. When people come to school, you'll know if I'm right."
"If you lose," Ding Yizhou suddenly felt that this scene was particularly exciting and interesting, "you should learn the tricks of the brothels. After all, adults still rely on seduction to do bad things."
…
Pull back the timeline.
The same rooftop of the teaching building, the same two people, even their postures are almost the same.
After transferring two thousand yuan, Feng Wen didn't say anything else. He listened to Ding Yizhou talking nonsense in his ear, turned around, and looked down lazily, wandering aimlessly.
Finally, it stopped on a green lawn.
It wasn't surprising. Delan University was well-funded, and its facilities were excellent. There was even a dedicated club to look after stray cats and dogs, and the approved club fees were enough to take every one of them to a partner hospital for sterilization or treatment.
The afternoon sun was shining brightly at this moment, and there were always kittens and puppies lying all over the lawn, looking lazy and not afraid of people at all.
His excellent eyesight allowed him to clearly see a sleek orange cat confidently hooking onto the trouser leg of a passerby, and then -
Falling in front of the other person for no reason.
The passerby was very surprised, as there were less than ten minutes left before class started. However, he hesitated for only a few seconds before squatting down and caressing the baby lovingly.
It was obvious that this orange cat was an old hand. It climbed onto the passerby's knees in a few steps and fell in limply.
Ding Yizhou was still chattering beside him, saying with great sorrow: "Are you listening to me? Don't even think about being a human being. You can't get on the table if you're a human being. You know, the famous teacher Sakamoto Yuji said that seducing people is like this—"
"Become a cat."
"Turn into a tiger."
"Become a dog caught in the rain."
Ding Yizhou yawned. He didn’t take a nap today and was so sleepy.
“Does it make sense? Is it rewarding? Have you learned something? Is it feasible?”
Feng Wen withdrew his gaze, nodded slightly, and finally raised the question that had been hidden in his heart for three days.
"Yizhou, what do you usually watch?"
"...Have you learned it yet?"
“Maybe I’ve learned it.”
…
Feng Wen is really smart.
After saying "Not next time", they returned to their initial politeness and restraint, and the two of them hardly spoke to each other the entire afternoon.
Xie Zhizhi leaned on the sofa, deep in thought. The moment the lounge door opened, his eyelids slightly raised, and the glimmer in his pupils revealed that he was in a bad mood.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Siyi looked at him strangely.
That expression quickly disappeared, and Xie Zhizhi yawned lazily: "Nothing, I just recovered from a serious illness and came back to work. I feel my life is so hard."
"Huh?" Zhang Siyi sat down next to him, and the sofa sank in an instant. He said with a smile, "You told me you were coming, so why are you giving the boss a cold shoulder, sweetheart?"
“…”
The name I was used to for a long time sounded strangely uncomfortable today.
Xie Zhizhi pushed the pink-haired girl away, who was getting closer and closer, and suddenly got angry: "...Don't call me that in the future."
"A delayed rebellious period?" Zhang Siyi was stunned.
After a few seconds, he seemed to remember something, and suddenly smiled ambiguously, sighing with regret: "Ah, the control is so strict."
"?"
Zhang Siyi was completely unaware of Xie Zhizhi's memory loss. Feeling very understanding, he sighed and changed the subject: "Okay, what's it called?"
"name."
Zhang Siyi was dissatisfied: "It's too strange."
“…” Xie Zhizhi glanced at him speechlessly.
Zhang Siyi looked back and said, "How about calling you baby? I'll change it when I get caught."
What’s the difference between that and sweetheart?
Without giving Xie Zhizhi a chance to stop him, Zhang Siyi stood up leisurely and raised his hand to make a 3 at him: "I'll give you another 30 minutes to rest, Zhizhi baby."
After saying that, he opened the door of the lounge and walked out.
strangeness.
It's really strange.
Whether it was Zhang Siyi or the two nurses, looking back now, they were all very strange.
Xie Zhizhi was distracted for a moment, as if he was missing a key memory.
...I can't remember.
With his fingertips slightly curled up, Xie Zhizhi stood up and took out the mask from the cabinet. Even the action of closing the cabinet door was much heavier than usual.
Each lounge will have a makeup table.
He turned sideways to look at the figure in the makeup mirror, and saw that he tilted his head, and his handsome eyebrows revealed a look of irritation and confusion.
An inappropriate expression. A discontented hum escaped his nose, and he raised his hand to cover his face with the mask.
…
The lead singer of ryose has a bad temper, makes a lot of demands, charges a high appearance fee, and has irregular performance dates.
Although he is the lead singer, no one actually pays attention to the bass or drums, because the latter is just a bonus that comes with the former, and even on the stage it is deliberately drowned in darkness.
Therefore, the ambiguous light flows down, entwining with a figure repeatedly in love.
The lead singer of ryose has a really bad temper.
For example, he never likes to interact with the people in the audience.
But the lead singer Ryose is really charming. As long as he is willing, the lunch party will be full every day.
Just like that moment, the languid voice captivated everyone present, entwining and tightening like a silken thread. Slender waists twitched subtly to the sound waves, the movements subtle and unforced, without any deliberate eroticism, yet the precision with which they tapped into each drum beat and bassline's low-frequency vibrations made one dizzy.
Sweat slid down the side of his slightly tilted neck, leaving a wet trail that seeped into the collar of his black silk shirt.
As if feeling hot, he loosened his grip on the metal microphone and casually unbuttoned the two top buttons.
It was at this moment that Xie Zhizhi met a pair of familiar eyes.
The pupils hidden behind the black gauze leather showed a strange look, and even the corners of the lips were slightly curved.
Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with pleasure.
He stepped on the beat, licked his lips in the gap between breaths, and thought in his heart -
Why are we looking at each other again in this situation?
Did he recognize me that day? Was he playing a trick on me?
I was anxious and the scales slowly tilted towards a certain direction without any doubt.
But the owner of the eyes soon told him another unexpected answer.
Alpha leaned lazily on the second floor, looking down at the lead singer calmly. His gaze stayed on him for less than three seconds, then he tilted his head and took a sip of wine with a very listless look.
In the next beat, Alpha even withdrew his dull gaze without any reluctance.
“…” Losing interest?
Conflicting emotions swirled in my mind, like over-concentrated salt water, without any direct lethality, but it always made me feel—
Water is being lost.
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