Qingliu had only one thought in his head.

Do you really owe ......

It's not that he doesn't have a temper, he just doesn't like to lose his temper.

But since I met the misanthropy, I was really on the verge of anger every day.

His eyes fell on the world-weary face.

Suddenly, his voice laughed coldly.

"Just don't cry for a while."

He looks thin, but he actually has long hands and feet, his basketball skills are not bad, and he was a member of the school team in school before.

I just didn't expect this beast to be so excessive.

Even if he stretched out his leg to knock him down, and the two of them fell to the ground together, he was not allowed to score.

The world-weary smashed on him, like a stove, with a faint smell of sweat on his body, and the sticky body was attached to him, and the hot breath that came out seemed to burn his skin.

Qingliu's brain was instantly congested, and the intense discomfort made him spit out a word coldly.

"Get out."

The world-weary got up, as if he knew that he had gone too far.

Reaching out to him, trying to pull him up from the ground.

"Get up."

Qingliu was obviously stunned, and raised his eyes to look at the world's misanthropy.

His heartbeat increased significantly, which made him feel slightly unusual.

His eyes were cold, and he slammed himself to his feet.

Indifferently turned away.

For some reason, after the basketball game, the more he didn't want to have more contact with the naïve elementary school student who was misanthropic.

This little scoundrel is appearing more and more often.

Qingliu's attitude towards him has always remained lukewarm, except for his own uncontrolled heartbeat.

made him more and more uncomfortable.

The variable is in that sentence, "It turns out that the little girl still has two faces?" ”

The blood in his body seemed to freeze in an instant, and his face was dark and gloomy.

A girl's instincts are always the most sensitive, Jojo said to him.

"Qingliu, there are reporters around here, don't have a conflict."

Qingliu really really liked Qiaoqiao, and when she saw that her whole person was gentle and shy, her heart softened.

But now he really doesn't have time to think about that much.

He glanced at her coldly, "Get out of the way." ”

Qiao Weitang was frightened by him.

Jiang Tong pulled Qiao Weitang over, frowned and looked at Qingliu with displeasure, "What kind of nerves are you doing." ”

Crazy.

Of course, he knew he was on his nerves.

Maybe he was originally a psychopath.

When he first started in the industry, every opportunity was precious.

It's all mythical coaches running around serving tea and pouring water to others to see their faces, so that they can go through the back door and get the places given to them.

Because he almost sent a fan, he was directly disqualified.

The coach pointed at his nose and scolded, "What kind of nerves are you sending?" ”

Qingliu was cold, and then thought of his teacher.

"How can you start beating people, Qingliu, you are all children, and they are just joking with you?"

He stubbornly glared at the teacher, grimaced with a gloomy face, and said, "That's not a joke. ”

They took pictures of their parents wearing dresses for themselves when they were young, and wore them in class.

dragged himself to the toilet and stripped his clothes to see if he was a girl after all.

He has a gentle personality since childhood.

But he knows it's not a joke.

The teacher saw that he was unrepentant, and he was really a little speechless, "Then you can't break someone's head, do you know that this makes it difficult for the teacher, what kind of nerves do you have." ”

I found my parents.

They quarrel at home every day, quarrel over divorce, and are full of anger after they come.

He was really aggrieved and wanted his mother's comfort.

I wanted to ask my mother why she was wearing a skirt for herself, and because she was careless, she mistook the photo for a family photo and gave it to the teacher.

Let him be ridiculed by many people and bullied by many people.

He was so wronged, but he didn't blame his mother.

He knew that his mother was in a bad mood, she quarreled with his father every day, threw things, and he was so frightened that he hid in the quilt and didn't dare to speak.

Xiao Qingliu stretched out his hand and wanted his mother to hug him.

In exchange for a slap in the face, my mother slapped her in the face, "Why did you hit other people's classmates, do you know that you still have to pay medical bills?" Sure enough, it's the same as your dad, it's a psychopath. ”

He was slapped and fell to the ground, his immature cheeks rubbing against the ground, and there was a hot pain.

Seeing the classmates who bullied him, he laughed out loud, and his ugly face had a hideous smile.

"yes, who let him get nervous and beat us."

Qingliu suddenly felt a little cold numb and confused.

Why do they all say they are neurotic.

In the eyes of the teacher, he was not a good student.

In the eyes of his classmates, he was not a good classmate.

In the eyes of his parents, he is not a good boy either.

In the eyes of the coach, he is still not a good player.

But he really didn't do anything wrong.

clearly

He was already cautious.

He lives carefully every day, studies hard, spares no effort to help his classmates, and shows his parents his good results, hoping that they can be happy and stop quarreling.

But in the end, he didn't seem to get anything.

They all feel like they're insane.

He dropped out of school, his classmates did not retain him, and his teachers did not persuade him.

Even the parents didn't care.

They were busy divorcing, and they didn't even want to raise him at all.

He crawled aimlessly in society, and only his sister remained by his side.

My sister was thin and small, took his hand and said, "Brother, I only have you, don't want me." ”

He said, "Okay." ”

He thought that after a long time, he would gradually let go.

But I didn't expect that this would become a wound that I could never forget and mention.

It was the root of everything in his nightmares.

Misanthropy, he shouldn't bring it up.

He stretched out his hand to hit the misanthropy, but the strength he used was not much, he knew that the problem was himself, and the misanthropy was just a fuse.

The little brute didn't mean it, but he couldn't control it.

The misanthropy is always open-mouthed, and he wants to put an end to this happening.

Qingliu doesn't actually want to look so soft on the outside, but is used to pleasing his parents and wants to get more love.

Deep down in his heart, only he knows that it is a barren land where not a single grass grows.

The red-haired boy is warm and flamboyant, and he lives forever wanton and chic.

He stretched out his hand as white as jade and gently pinched the red-haired boy's chin.

"Be nice, don't mess with me."

Deep in my world,

Except for darkness, there is the abyss.

It's just that he didn't expect that after being threatened by him, he was not afraid at all, but wrapped up like a clingy cat.

In the end, after being by Coke, he was taken home by the misanthropy.

"Hey no, why should Lao Tzu go home with you? What do you want to do to Lao Tzu to steal dogs and chickens??? ”

Qingliu glanced at him, and slowly spit out a sentence in his thin lips, "Are you worthy?" ”

The sun shone on his short, burgundy hair, and the frowning young man always had irritation between his brows.

Qingliu was a little stiff, don't overdo it.

In the car, the world-weary and thief secretly sent WeChat.

Qingliu is like an unheard false sleep.

Until I heard Jiang Tong's sentence in WeChat, "Listen, doesn't it mean that you want to grass clear the stream." ”

He opened Gujing's waveless eyes.

I thought it was a misanthropy.

As everyone knows,

It's himself.