Song Baojun couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster, the three days and three nights of hard work were not in vain, and the nearly 2,000 yuan banknote was not spent in vain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info has finally come to fruition, and a broad road has been laid in front of us.

Lock up the bicycle and greet it with a bright red rose in your hand.

Yuan Shuang just looked back, stretched out her hand to sweep away the hair on her forehead, and smiled slightly, full of graceful demeanor all over her body. Her friends were all smiling weirdly in the back.

Song Baojun hurriedly handed over the flowers, squeezed out the most dazzling smile in his life, and said, "Frost, frost, for you." You look so beautiful today. ”

"Thank you. Yuan Shuang didn't take his rose, and asked, "By the way, you also said that you have something important to tell me, what is it?"

Standing in front of the amazing beauty, Song Baojun only felt that his mouth was dry and he was ashamed of himself.

Yuan Shuang himself is 1.72 meters tall, plus high heels, half a head taller than Song Baojun. The figure is exquisite, with a short skirt and black silk thighs, round and slender, with a towering chest, a beautiful face, and no defects around the body. He knew that a bright silver Patek Philippe watch on Yuan Shuang's left wrist was worth 120,000 yuan.

Looking at myself, I have been wearing an old T-shirt for five years, my jeans are dirty and torn, I want to be in shape, I want to look good, and I don't have a rich parent.

In the past, I didn't even dare to dream about it.

Song Baojun looked at the men and women watching from the wall behind Yuan Shuang, and plucked up the courage to stammer: "Frost, frost, I, I love you, my life can't live without you!"

Before Yuan Shuang could reply, the group of men and women laughed loudly, laughed and laughed, clapped their hands one after another, and walked forward and laughed: "Shuangshuang, you won, good job." ”

"Frost, if you really have you, I guess he can't escape from the palm of your hand. ”

"Frost, I think I should give you the honorific title of 'Otaku Killer'. ”

Song Baojun felt a nervous cold sweat in his heart, and reluctantly asked, "What, what's going on, Shuangshuang?"

Yuan Shuang still kept smiling, but it was slowly getting colder, looked at the man in front of him, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Song Baojun, the game is over." I'm sorry to choose you as a bet for us, and I'm sorry about that. ”

Even though she was sneering, the smile was quite charming.

"Bet?" Song Baojun spit out a word with difficulty, and faintly felt bad in his heart.

A tall and handsome boy with a Guanxi-style evil smile next to him slapped him vigorously on the shoulder and said, "Little classmate, don't you understand? The other day we were playing a game of kings, and the loser had to take the winner's orders to complete one thing, and unfortunately Frosty lost. So we decided to choose one of the most silky boys in the whole school as the object, and let him take the initiative to say the three words I love you to Frost within three days. You fit the criteria so well that we picked you. ”

Song Baojun's face suddenly swelled into the color of iron and iron blue. He recognized the boy as Liu Peilong, the son of the school's famous rich second generation and the president of Haisheng Company. Studying in a foreign Chinese college, young, golden, romantic, and chic, many girls can be proud to talk to this son.

Liu Peilong said: "Isn't it an honor, little classmate, to spend three days and two nights with our frost, which is enough for you to have endless memories in the second half of your life." ”

Song Baojun was incredulous, and shouted to Yuan Shuang: "Shuangshuang, are you joking with me? Last night you told me that you wanted to watch the stars together for a lifetime......

Yuan Shuang didn't look at him at all, and said lightly: "I'm sorry, I'm really joking." Look at the stars, please don't be so naïve. If it bothers you, I'll treat you to dinner another day. He turned around and got into the shiny BMW escorted by another boy.

Song Baojun fell into an ice cave for a while, pounced, and said loudly: "Shuangshuang, I bought your favorite chocolate!"

Liu Peilong's face changed suddenly, pushed him away viciously, and sneered: "Little classmate, give Lao Tzu some acquaintance, it's just a bet, don't be so serious." Toads should have the consciousness of toads, don't really think that there will be swan meat for you to eat. You are a loser in life, if you dare not be interesting, Lao Tzu told you to stay in the tea hall. ”

The men and women scoffed, and everyone looked him up and down, their eyes full of false pity and sympathy. There was also a girl with heavy makeup and a face that said, "Come on, don't frighten people, you see that he looks stupid and pitiful." ”

Song Baojun was stunned and speechless, watching the two luxury cars disappear, and his heart was torn to pieces by pain.

Song Baojun didn't go to class in the afternoon. He didn't know how to get home.

Chazhou University is in Linfu District, Dongcheng, and his home is in Mingyang District, Xicheng, separated by countless streets, and it takes more than two hours to drive back and forth, and you have to transfer to a six-stop bus by subway.

His father was a draftsman at the Lai Ge Decoration Company and worked overtime every day, while his mother was an accountant at a local garment factory and traveled a lot. There is also a sixteen-year-old sister who is in her first year of high school in boarding school, and all three of them are not at home at the moment.

On the way, Song Baojun kept replaying in his mind the bits and pieces of the past and Yuan Shuang. The crowd in the subway was surging wildly, and the plump girl's hips and breasts were squeezing her body, and the slightest fragrance irritated her nostrils, and he turned a blind eye to it, which was like numbness.

The goddess's flower-like smile always lingered, and finally intertwined with Liu Peilong's group of men and women's sneering faces, mercilessly poking at his heart.

Except for a hazy and helpless first love when Song Baojun was sixteen years old, the emotional world is pale and ridiculous. I fantasize about countless beautiful girls circling around me every day, but in reality, I have to stutter for half an hour to talk to a fat woman with a full face.

I want to love, but I never dare to love, and I am often crushed by my inferiority complex when I come to my eyes. This is a true portrayal of an otaku.

A goddess who fell from the sky, this goddess is as charming as a flower, how can he not be deeply mired in the quagmire and unable to extricate himself?

And then lost.

Then I woke up from the dream.

Song Baojun began to doubt himself, why others want to be windy and rainy, and his own life is such a failure. Failed so much that even a relationship became someone else's plaything.

This suspicion slowly turned into a violent pain, desperately tearing at every nerve in the body.

The walking dead returned to his room and threw himself into the bed and began to fall asleep, trapped in it with countless nightmares and curled up in pain.

Nightmares linger in my mind, sometimes my first love sneering at him, sometimes the sarcasm of my high school classmates, and the scolding of my teachers and my friends who can't pass the exam. In the end, Yuan Shuang pointed at his nose and sneered: "You're just a game!"