Online dating?

Bu Yanxi typed helplessly-

What do you think? 】

[Difficult. 】

Wu Yueyao replied with one word, and then there was no follow-up.

"Brother Ming, what are you talking about in the QQ group?"

At this time, Yang Wenjing, who was running poison, suddenly asked.

"What?"

"Look at the second year of junior high school, they say that the richest man in France is coming to our school this week or something......"

"That's it." The boy's voice was faint, "Do you play games and watch group messages?" ”

"I'm on the computer." Yang Wenjing said, "Brother Ming, how do they know that you can speak French?" ”

"How do I know?" He paused, "Liang Sheng is still copying formulas?" ”

"yes, that's a full 200 times of the function formula." Speaking of this, Yang Wenjing's tone was a little gloating, "This stupid guy doesn't use his brain to copy homework, he can even copy the wrong scores, and he deserves to be discovered." ”

Bu Yanxi watched the female characters in the game enter the circle, snipe, and shoot each other with a slight distraction, until the words [game over] were displayed on the screen, and the boy who returned to the hall immediately quit the team.

"My friend is no longer playing."

Yang Wenjing's voice sounded at the right time, "You wait, I'll bring someone over." ”

The three-person team interface is so quiet that only the background music flows.

Obviously, I was happy to come to see the excitement and pit my friends by the way, but after the boy appeared and disappeared, his mood seemed to settle down.

She quit the team with some interest, said to her friends that she wouldn't play, and clicked on the QQ group.

The grade group was really talking about the richest man in France coming to visit the school on Friday, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at the group members on the right, pulling the mouse uncontrollably with her hand, and finally found a short QQ number showing the mobile phone online in the vast group business card.

Unconsciously click on the information.

A line of personalized signatures comes into view——

Those who do not know how to make their loneliness acceptable to others do not know how to stand on their own feet among all living beings.

What do you mean?

Bu Yanxi pursed her lips, and when she reacted, she found that she had copied and pasted this line of words into the searcher.

was slightly stunned, but quickly found an excuse for his behavior-

She is curious and eager to learn.

A sentence from the famous French poet Charles Pierre Baudelaire's "The Melancholy of Paris" roughly means that a person who is not good at expressing himself cannot be self-reliant in this world.

He seems to be particularly familiar with French masterpieces and poets?

Like "Lolita", like this Baudelaire.

After staring at his profile for a long time, she opened her QQ space and wrote a paragraph in a ghostly manner-

Maybe you and I will end up missing,

But you should know that I was emotionally moved by you.

Don't fantasize about a stage well,

And to fantasize about the results after waiting.

That kind of life will only be full of dependency.

My mind does not dwell on anyone,

And for whom the heart must beat.

Slowly nodding [post], she turned off the space and lay down on the table.

I recalled over and over again in my mind what had happened today, the boy's serious and focused face, and ...... He smiled faintly when he sent Lu Jingqing to the school bus.

The irritability in her heart gradually heated up, she suddenly regretted what she had just done, and clicked on the space to delete the talk, however, as soon as she entered, she found that there were already more than 30 likes under this talk, plus two forwards and more than a dozen comments.

[Turn] [My Azure Blue]: Yayaaaaa Our small step is really a literary and artistic girl~

[Turn] [Your chili sauce]: I said why don't you play games anymore, dare to love is a spring heart!!

What......

Seeing Wu Yueyao's forwarded comment, three black lines couldn't help but appear on her forehead, and she replied by typing below-

This is a passage from Baudelaire's "The Flower of Evil", rippling you big-headed ghost!