Although Qingliu has a soft temperament, he is a person who hates and loves clearly.

I never hate others for no reason.

However, after meeting a few times, I really don't like this person who is misanthropic.

The pressure from life fell on my body, my sister's ignorance, the powerlessness of the club, the pressure of training, and ...... I can't love Jojo.

Qingliu's mood has been bad recently, even if he is gentle and smiling at others, his heart has been in a depressed state.

It was the first time he took the initiative to chase a girl.

Even if I had a favorite goddess when I was in school, I just couldn't take the initiative to say it because of my personality.

For some introverts, chasing someone for the first time actually requires a lot of psychological pressure.

However, Qiao Qiao has made it very clear that she doesn't like herself, and Qingliu knows that she is with Jiang Tong now, so she always feels a little uncomfortable in her heart.

The misanthropy provoked him repeatedly and four times at this time, and Qingliu hated him more and more.

He didn't understand why there were boys in this world who didn't care about what others thought.

I know what I can't say, but I have to bring it up in front of others.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the basketball game.

Qingliu heard that Qiao Qiao wanted to drink milk tea, and thought that the milk tea he usually brewed was deeply loved by his teammates.

immediately set off to cook a small pot of milk tea.

As soon as it was cooked, before he could bring the milk tea to Qiaoqiao, a paw had already stretched out first.

Qingliu raised his eyes and saw the world-weary appearance, and his nose sniffed lightly twice because of the smell.

He subconsciously grabbed the world-weary wrist, the touch in his hand was unexpectedly hot, the boy's skin was masculine, and his was slightly hot.

The world-weary looked at it with some displeasure.

Qingliu just looked at him indifferently, and he couldn't look at it, and he definitely didn't have his share if he didn't have to look at this pot.

The five members of SIS don't know if they have enough points, and neither do their teammates.

Qingliu is an extremely protective and well-organized person, so no matter how you calculate it, there is no misanthropy.

"What? Don't let me drink? ”

Qingliu avoided the world-weary gaze and let go of his wrist, feeling that his eyes were like the temperature on his body, and the heat made people a little confused.

He replied perfunctorily, "Next pot." ”

saw that Qiaoqiao had already drunk the milk tea she had brewed.

His teammates usually don't drink less, but he hasn't been in a lot of mood lately, so he didn't bother to cook it, so he walked to the sofa and sat down.

The world-weary gaze changed instantly.

Two or three meters apart, Qingliu could feel a strong dryness emanating from him.

His eyes were falling on his face with anger.

Qingliu avoided his eyes disappreciably, out of sight and out of mind.

The world-weary can also see that he doesn't like him, and after his angry eyes are ignored by himself, he has the backbone to say that he does it himself.

Qingliu glanced at him in slight surprise, this person looked like the eldest young master who didn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers.

Jiang Tong is a person who understands the misanthropy of the world, and knows that this Han Han is acting at a glance, "Qingliu be careful, don't let him fry your pot." ”

Qingliu frowned, looking at the misanthropy with some displeasure.

The clumsy young master came up and directly dug up two large spoons of tea leaves and poured them into the pot.

As expected, kitchen idiots.

The world-weary looked at his face, and felt that he was feeling sorry for his tea.

Qingliu has a bit of a headache.

In the end, it was barely done, and a big pot was made directly, and the table was messed up by the misanthropy.

The color of milk tea is yellowish, which looks weird, and no one wants to drink it.

The world-weary saw that they all disliked their milk tea, and glared at all of them with squinted eyes.

They laughed and laughed at the misanthropy, the misanthropy like an isolated little pitiful.

Qingliu didn't have that sense of pleasure, he had a soft heart, and he also experienced this feeling of isolation when he was a child.

It was a very uncomfortable feeling, as if no one in the world liked me.

Qingliu didn't care if he hated the world so much, and took the initiative to say, "Give me a drink." ”

The world-weary heard that someone was willing to drink his milk tea, and he was quite happy, but he turned his head and saw that it was himself.

His face turned black in an instant.

Wrinkled his nose and snorted.

"Not for you."

Qingliu: "......"

Sure enough, it's not for nothing that others don't like him, it's really unpleasant.

Qingliu didn't want to waste things, so he thought about redoing them.

As a result, the little beast's temper came up, and it came up with a sentence, "Don't touch my milk tea." ”

Qingliu almost laughed angrily at him.

It's obviously his own thing, why did it suddenly become his?

"This is my pot, my tea, my milk."

After saying that, he also noticed that something seemed wrong.

What's weird?

As soon as he finished speaking, his world-weary eyes were dyed with banter, and the young man's expression was flamboyant, "Oh, your." ”

Qingliu's face froze.

Hearing that several of them couldn't help but start laughing quietly.

Qingliu's face turned cold all of a sudden, and his eyes seemed to be quenched with ice.

Silent looking at the misanthropy for a long time.

The hand holding the handle of the pot tightened slightly, pursed his lips, very angry and didn't know what to say.

The misanthropy may think that this is just a simple joke, but not for him.

But he couldn't openly tear his face, and the impression of world-weary in his heart had been completely blackened.

Qingliu finally put the small milk pot in his hand on the table, turned around and left.

As a result, I didn't expect that the road was really narrow, and the basketball game was still a myth and a dream.

After Qingliu left, Jiang Tong's WeChat was received on his mobile phone.

Jiang Tong has always disliked himself because of Qiaoqiao.

At this time, I came to explain to myself, saying that the world-weary character is a little big and small, in fact, he is very naïve, naughty like a child, in fact, there is no bad heart, I apologize to you for him, they are all brothers, don't be angry, we beat him for you.

Qingliu thinks that SIS usually has a bad attitude towards the world, and the relationship between them is not very good.

Jiang Tong actually took the initiative to admit his mistake for the misanthropy.

Qingliu has a good personality, and his anger disappears.

A naughty and naïve little kid.

When he arrived at the basketball court, he saw an arrogant and flamboyant red-haired boy with long legs, and the big red team uniform on his body was warm and eye-catching.

Qingliu couldn't figure out why anyone liked red so much.

Such a dazzling color,

He won't wear it for the rest of his life.

"Hey, little white...... If you're willing to call me brother, I'll think about letting you do it later. ”

The red-haired boy had a wicked smile on his lips, and there was no guilt on his unruly face.

He pursed his lips, not intending to talk to him.

Turning his head to stand at the end of the line, he bent down to pick up a bottle of water.

The world-weary forced and shameless came over.

said with a proud face,

"Hey, Liu'er, can you unscrew the cap? I don't need to help you. ”