Chapter 66

Yan Ming felt that he was wronged.

When Xia Yan rejected his request for dating, he was indeed resentful and could not help but post a few Moments, angrily criticizing him for being vain, materialistic, and greedy.

When he came to his senses, he immediately deleted the Moments.

However, there were only so many Moments, and this matter was quickly screenshotted and spread out, so that everyone knew Xia Yan's "true nature".

Words are contagious.

Even if everyone still misses Xia Yan and is obsessed with him, in order to save face, they must pretend to dislike him.

Usually in the bar, he felt guilty and uncomfortable when he saw someone scolding Xia Yan.

So much so that the second time, at the backstage of the bar, he saw Shen Wenqing giving Xia Yan an expensive gift. Although he said some harsh words in front of the young man, he kept his mouth shut outside the bar and never said a word to anyone.

Yan Ming was also a student at S University.

Of course, his academic performance was average, and he was admitted to the school through his parents' connections and a diploma. He rarely went to class and didn't know much about school affairs.

It was only after someone's account was blocked and the commotion got to his ears that the news reached him.

As for those posts, he only read a small part of them because they were blocked.

The man was blamed for nothing, and the person involved heard it. His mind went blank, and he couldn't explain it clearly for a long time. He saw the young man's face getting colder and colder.

He got anxious.

He walked quickly to the back door, pulled the bewildered Tang Zihang over, and said in a rough voice: "Explain the forum matter yourself."

The young man stood against the wall, his hands around his chest, his smooth jawline tense, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes subtly swirled around the two of them.

In this narrow corner where the sun can't reach, he is high above and manipulates others to do his own thing.

A short question is enough to make Alpha confused.

Tang Zihang's emotions are complicated and difficult to discern.

If he said that he was not jealous of Xia Yan at all, he would definitely be lying. The first love ended with such an absurd ending.

Even if Xia Yan did nothing, he was still an innocent victim.

However, he was mean and vented his anger on the other party, saying that Xia Yan was materialistic and that he would never look down on Yan Ming in his life...

Shame and jealousy mixed together, making Tang Zihang ashamed to face Xia Yan. He lowered his head, quickly flipped through his phone, and found a screenshot.

"Look at this message yourself."

He put the phone screen in front of Alpha.

The screen was white with black text, and the brightness was moderate. Alpha's five senses were much stronger than those of ordinary people. Yan Ming took a quick glance and took in everything.

His face turned red and white, white and red, and he was half speechless.

"You have seen the evidence." Tang Zihang retracted his hand, "I didn't slander you."

Yan Ming was in a panic, hesitating: "This, I..."

"Huh?" Xia Yan made an urging sound from his mouth, looking at him casually, as if he was looking at a hopeless trash.

Who who loves Xia Yan can accept such a look?

"This is not from me!!!" Alpha burst out suddenly, speaking as fast as a machine gun, crackling out, "After returning to the dormitory, I complained a few words to my roommate, so..."

He couldn't say the rest.

Because after a detour, he was still the culprit.

"I'll catch him right away and make you apologize."

Without waiting for Xia Yan to refuse, Alpha ran away in a hurry, and his back disappeared in a whoosh.

Xia Yan: “…”

Tang Zihang: “…”

One of the parties left, and the two ‘rivals in love’ stood together alone. The atmosphere became even more weird, and an indescribable embarrassment spread.

Tang Zihang didn’t speak because he didn’t know what to say.

He was so despicable that he felt embarrassed as soon as he looked at the young man.

He waited for the young man to question and belittle him, which was what he deserved... but no, nothing. The young man just casually patted the non-existent dust and said nonchalantly, "I’m leaving." The

autumn wind swirled his voice into the sky, and then floated down lightly.

Tang Zihang’s eyes welled up with big tears, and his eyes were slightly red.

"I'm sorry."

"?"

The young man walked ahead self-centeredly, as if he didn't hear this sentence.

Tang Zihang felt disappointed, but also relieved. He felt that he was too immature. A mere scumbag made him lose his defense and speak ill of his friends.

He glanced at the calm and composed young man in front of him, clenched his fists, and a trace of longing crossed his mind.

He should be like Xia Yan, a mature and reliable adult, not afraid of losing, boldly questioning, and having the courage to fight for things, and even be able to easily resolve awkward atmospheres.

Xia Yan at this moment -

[Today's road is so long, it seems to have no end, it's so embarrassing... Should I say something, but I can't find a topic...]

System: [...]

[Why is Tang Zihang staring at me with such a weird look? 】

【……】

Xia Yan felt uneasy after just a few dozen meters. When he arrived at the backstage, he immediately sat in his seat and pretended to play with his phone to avoid awkward conversation with Tang Zihang.

Tang Zihang felt a little disappointed.

But then he thought, with Xia Yan's personality, he didn't even get angry with him. He was already so tolerant of him, what else could he ask for?

Tang Zihang looked at the young man seriously, his face full of emotion.

Xia Yan: "?"

*

Because Tang Zihang had just broken up, his teammates were worried that he would make mistakes when playing, but they didn't expect that he would devote himself to the whole process and play better than before.

When he came down from the stage, the drummer patted his shoulder vigorously: "You kid, you did a good job."

The bassist took out a cigarette, raised his thumb, and praised him.

Tang Zihang scratched his face and smiled shyly: "Brother Xia taught well." Xia

Yan was stunned: "???"

The other two teammates were also confused. They knew that Xia Yan could not play guitar, but they did not question him at all. They just followed Tang Zihang's words and praised him.

"Xia Yan has always done well."

"You! You are just too thin-skinned." The bassist said twice, "You should really learn more from Xia Yan and be braver."

The young man kicked the bassist lightly: "I am thick-skinned?"

"Oh, it's unfair!" The bassist said: "Our brother Xia, who puts himself first and doesn't care about rumors, is worth learning from Zihang."

The bassist is the oldest in the team, a big man in his thirties. He calls Xia Yan brother, which always feels a bit funny.

The drummer and Tang Zihang laughed.

After a few people laughed for a while, the bassist took out three invitations from the drawer and handed them to them carefully: "I'm getting married. You are my best friends. You must make time to attend." The

big red invitation, two cute little people stood together happily.

Xia Yan opened the invitation and saw a dog-crawling penmanship.

"I wrote it myself. It's a bit ugly. Hahaha."

"Okay, we will definitely go." The drummer laughed and hammered the bassist's chest, "We are good sisters for life."

The bassist: "We are brothers."

"See you next weekend, sisters, bye." The gorgeous and hot drummer threw a kiss to the three of them from a distance and left the backstage.

The bassist hurried back to take care of the wedding matters and left as well.

Suddenly, only Xia Yan and Tang Zihang were left in the backstage.

Tang Zihang quietly packed up his things and stuffed all the gifts Yan Ming had given him from the drawer into his backpack, ready to return them all.

When he finished packing, he also completely threw that broken love into the abyss, just waiting for time to digest it.

Xia Yan completely ignored him, without sympathy or comfort, but just acted as usual, as if a broken heart was no big deal, which made Tang Zihang feel very comfortable.

"I'm leaving too, see you next weekend."

"Yeah."

Xia Yan nodded, and after seeing off the last band friend, the entire backstage was empty, and he was the only one left, he opened the cabinet expressionlessly and took out a blood-red gift box.

The red velvet ribbon has a very good texture, and the bow is in the center, symmetrical on both sides, very cute.

He pulled it gently and opened the box.

The cotton doll with Shen Wenqing's name on it was torn into pieces, and the scattered cotton wool was like bloody pieces of meat, all over the box.

Xia Yan's forehead twitched.

Damn! This pervert.

Before going on stage, he found the extra gift boxes in the cabinet, but he didn't take them out because he was worried that his teammates were in a bad mood and would delay the performance.

The young man took a deep breath, ignored the doll as much as possible, and reached out to pick up the postcard at the bottom.