"Tianling, I'm here!"

At the gate of Baoqing University in District 3, a beautiful girl dressed in fashion and beautiful and tall was standing next to a red Mercedes-Benz trot at this time, waving to a boy who was walking out.

The boy is less than one meter eight tall, looks a little thin, and his short black hair looks neat and tidy.

Between his eyebrows, there is an indifference that he doesn't care about anything, but there is still a trace of frivolity.

According to common sense, a boy of this age and this temperament should have a lot of friends of the opposite sex or the same sex, and then spend the snowflakes and silver at home and live a happy life every day.

But Tianling is not like this, he has few friends, almost all of them can be counted on one hand, and don't look at Tianling is still a junior student, but his usual expenses are earned by himself.

Tianling's parents didn't have a chance to appear in this book, so they died early, and he was raised by a neighbor at a young age.

The neighbor's family has a child who is six years older than him, named Tianming, and the name Tianling was also given by his brother Tianming after he was adopted.

Tianming regards Tianling as his own brother and takes care of him very much, and the two have a deep relationship, but unfortunately, in an unexpected car accident (yes, it is so bloody), Tianming was hit by an oncoming heavy truck and died on the spot.

In grief, Tianling took over his brother's parkour club and used it to support himself.

Turning back to the school gate, Tianling walked to the side of the car, jumped back and sat on the back of the car, turned around with his legs, pushed forward with his right hand, and slid his body down the backrest to the seat.

Just about to reach out and take out a cigarette from his arms to take a few puffs to celebrate the arrival of the summer vacation, he didn't expect a small white hand to poke out from the driver's seat, and it slapped on Tianling's hand with a "snap".

"No smoking in my car!"

"Okay, okay, my Miss Enron, then let's go, are we going to your house, my house, or home?"

Tian Ling looked at An Ran with a smile, looking very improper.

Hearing such explicit words, coupled with the gazes of the students passing by, An Ran's little face turned red all of a sudden.

Originally, the two of them had just established a relationship and were in love, but some words could only be understood but not spoken, and once they were said, they would be embarrassing.

Helplessly knew that Tianling was such a character, An Ran dug him a hard look, and after asking the address, he stepped on the accelerator lightly, and the car drove towards Tianling's house.

There was nothing to say on the road, and in a blink of an eye, the car stopped under a slightly old residential building, which is where Tianling himself rented, in this city where housing prices are skyrocketing, it is already very good to be able to rent this seventy-square-meter house at a super low price in the pseudo-prime area of the third district.

Pushing open the door, the room is simple, simple to the point of monotony, with little furniture and decorations, and a lavish wooden coffee table and a long dark gray sofa in the living room, on which a pineapple computer (the logo is shaped like a bitten pineapple).

Next to the couch is a trash can for a black-faced cat, and there is an unknown type of takeout box in the can, but nothing else.

The cottage next to it is the bedroom, which contains a large bed and a wardrobe, and someone must say it here, it seems that our Brother Ling is the kind of man who hides a garden in his heart!

No, he's just poor...

The most expensive thing in his room was the more unharmonious wooden coffee table, which Tianling won by playing chess with the old man Wang downstairs, who was said to have driven a car for the district chief before.

Old man Wang, who has been in the chess world for more than 30 years, has been seriously ill because of this chess loss, but is Brother Ling's chess skills really so powerful?

No, it just hid the old man's reading glasses before the war, and then secretly changed chess a few times halfway......

Looking at this extremely simple room, An Ran was a little speechless, he didn't expect that a man's solitary room could be so casual.

"You don't need to change your shoes, just come into the house and sit casually."

Tianling closed the door and signaled that An Ran did not need to be restrained, just casually,

It is said that you can sit casually, but the only place in the living room that can complete this action is the long sofa.

So, the two sat side by side on the sofa, falling into a brief strange and awkward atmosphere.

"I said... Why don't we get straight to the point? ”

Tianling took the lead in breaking the atmosphere, turned his head and asked An Ran, whose face was full of crimson,

"Hmm..."

Without waiting for An Ran to finish speaking, a princess of Tianling picked up the beauty, strode into the bedroom, hooked the door with her feet, and with a bang, the door closed.

What the? You ask me what happened next in the bedroom? How do I know that the doors are closed, do you want the author to lie on the door with you and eavesdrop? I want to see that kind of content, make up for my own brain, bastard!

An hour later, Tianling leaned bareback on the head of the bed, holding the flushed An Ran in his arms, his right hand brushing over his smooth back.

Suddenly, on An Ran's ankle stretched out from the quilt, a dark gray skeleton tattoo with strange flames in its eyes reflected on Tianling's pupils.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at the skeleton again, it wasn't a hallucination, the flames were beating!

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Tianling asked:

"Uh, you, your tattoos are quite real..."

"What? Can you see that? ”

An Ran was taken aback when he heard this, and he didn't care if the spring light would leak out, so he jumped up from the bed in one fell swoop.

"yes, I didn't expect you to get a tattoo too, I mean, it's your personal freedom, it's just why it looks so crazy that it seems to be able to move."

As he spoke, Tian Ling stretched out his hand to touch it, but he was grabbed by An Ran's wrist, and his hand was so strong that Tian Ling gasped, and quickly pulled his hand back, only to see that his wrist was already red and swollen.

Realizing that he didn't control his strength well, An Ran quickly leaned down and asked with a guilty face: "Are you okay, this tattoo can't be touched casually, I was in a hurry just now..."

Waving his hand, Tianling asked suspiciously: "Ranran, why are you so strong, could it be that you went to learn martial arts after graduating from high school?" I just felt like I was being pinched by a big baboon. ”

Hearing such an analogy, An Ran gritted his teeth angrily, pounced on him and wanted to do it again, Tianling sat up straight and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, as if he was the weak woman on the bed.

It was also when the two of them were messing with each other that Tianling's mobile phone suddenly rang, it was an inexplicable text message file,

The file doesn't show who the sender is, and there are only two scarlet capital letters on it:

HJ.