"Li Yong, when I first went to the commissary, I saw good things for sale at the school gate! Hehe...... "It's been almost a week since school started, and Li Yong is also a very cheerful and outgoing person, and slowly Li Yong and I have become more and more acquainted, almost to the point where we have nothing to talk about."

Li Yong still looked at me with a slightly gentlemanly smile, "What's good?"

"Hey, binoculars!" I said, gesturing to the beauties coming and going on the playground.

"Hey, hey, don't say anything, let's go!" Li Yong put his arm around my shoulders and strode towards the school gate, "Haha...... "I don't know, I think I'm sick."

"Boss, how much is this?" At that time, Li Yong was still relatively low-key, and his speech was still slightly green.

"Ten pieces. ”

"Holy!!!!!

The boss looked at me quite unhappily, "One price, do you want to buy it?"

"Buy, come two. Li Yong said as he took out the money.

In the dormitory, Li Yong and I played with the binoculars in our hands.

"Yo, that's a good thing. "I scooped up the binoculars and pointed in the direction of the playground. "Look, look, the woman in the red dress is so clear! ”

"Dizzy, good or not, go and see someone else's mole. Li Yong also scooped up the binoculars and looked at the woman, "Yo, this woman's figure is quite good! Look at this breast, this waist ......."

I took off my binoculars and looked at Li Yong with a disdainful expression, "I said brother, brother Yong, as for it, haven't you seen a woman?"

"Hehe......" Li Yong said with a smile, "You don't understand this! This is called aesthetics! No, this is called appreciating modern human aesthetics! Hehe......"

When I was writing this chapter, I stopped writing for a long time about Li Yong and how to call Li Yong.

It's been eight years since I officially met Li Yong, and in the past eight years, I don't seem to have called him Yong, or called Brother Yong with those people.

Of course, that's not to say I don't respect him.

I don't think there is such a problem as zài between us, and I'm used to calling him Li Yong. This is called, clean and comfortable. Without any color.

Just like the friendship between us, pure and calm, calm and thick.

(The character of Li Yong is the second male protagonist in the entire story that follows, so I will say a few more words here.) ）

The relationship with Li Yong seems to have a bit of a sense of respect from the beginning.

Although the term is somewhat inappropriate here, it is true.

To take a very simple example, we have been together for eight years, from habitual slips of the tongue, it seems that we have never joked with each other excessively, and we have never said impolite words, let alone conflicts and contradictions. Except, of course, that one incident. (I'll talk about it in a later chapter, but except for the conflict when we first met, the next eight years...... Let's go a little far, back to the point. ）

At noon that day, two people and two binoculars made us decisively give up our nap and resolutely choose to stare at every woman who passed by on the playground.

I don't seem to have anything to gain, but Li Yong, hehe, he's always had better luck than me.

Towards the end of the nap time, many students went to the sink on the left side of our dormitory to wash their faces or something.

Because we have two taps around our row of dormitories. (The conditions are tough.) ）

Ask for gold medals, ask for collections, ask for recommendations, ask for clicks, ask for comments, ask for red envelopes, ask for gifts, all kinds of requests, what do you want, smash them over!