Chapter 17 Chapter 17 A Scheme of Self-Inflicted Harm

A soft towel wiped the water drops rolling down his abdominal muscles, and his broad palm took the phone, but there was no new message on it.

His bony fingers swiped the phone screen, and his hot and exposed gaze fell on the photos. Lu Quan lowered his eyes and smiled softly, flipping through the text with his fingers.

[L]: Is Zhizhi shy?

As soon as he sent it out, he saw the red exclamation mark in front of it.

The smile froze at the corner of his mouth, and his heartbeat could be clearly heard in the quiet bathroom. His chest seemed to be strangled, and his limbs were tingling.

The phone was held tightly and mercilessly, and he closed his eyes to calm himself down quickly. What did he just do? Was Zhizhi scared by him?

It seems that he has to hide it a little deeper in the future.

The red exclamation mark stimulated his eyes to turn red, and endless ink surged in the depths of his eyes.

Zhizhi is so timid that she was so shy that she was about to cry after just saying a few words through the phone.

His eyes were red, so he must be very cute.

Suddenly, he felt an itch in his throat. He was so thirsty and wanted to help Zhizhi lick away her tears.

He lowered his head and clicked [Add Friend Again].

——Zhizhi, I was wrong. Don’t delete me (pitiful)

. It looked like a big bad wolf luring a little rabbit.

He reached out and grabbed the wet hair behind his head, revealing his sharp eyebrows. His palm brushed across the mirror full of water vapor, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly.

"Baby, you can't escape."

*

Liang Zhixia was a little restless all afternoon. He regretted deleting L so quickly.

During this period, although L was annoying, L was the only one who spent the most time with him. She

would share interesting things in life with him every day and would sense his emotions at the first time.

The most important thing was that he just calculated that he had kept L for three months, but now it has only been more than a month, and he has lost a lot of money! ! !

If I had known earlier, I would have collected the two thousand yuan as his loss compensation.

In the cafeteria.

Jiang Ling put down his chopsticks, squinted his eyes and stared at the person in front of him, and said firmly: "Xia Xia, you were very strange this afternoon."

Liang Zhixia pretended to be calm: "No."

Fan Li, who was chewing on the ribs, said incoherently: "Yes! You were looking at your phone this afternoon. The instructor glanced at you several times, but you kept your head down and didn't see it."

"..."

No wonder he always felt that someone was looking at him.

Fan Li swallowed the meat in his mouth, wiped his mouth and said: "We are already friends. If you have any difficulties, you can tell us."

Liang Zhixia was very entangled in his heart. He didn't know whether he should tell this matter.

In the end, he still "made friends out of nothing".

"It's like this, I have a friend..."

"Puchi." Jiang Ling quickly shut his mouth, looking innocent, "Go on."

"My friend met someone online. They were just trading money, but now the relationship seems to have deteriorated. That person may be interested in my friend, but my friend only sees him as a friend."

He paused and continued, "It's possible that this person is not interested in my friend, but is just... sick."

Jiang Ling understood, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Then you... your friend really only sees him as a friend?"

"...Yes."

"That's very simple." Jiang Ling tied the hair on his shoulders into a ponytail and said calmly, "Just treat him as nonsense and don't respond to him, or you can directly tell him clearly."

Liang Zhixia pursed her lips and said, "But... I deleted... my friend deleted him at noon."

Fan Li was very interested when he heard it, and asked quickly, "Then what? Did he come back to find your... friend?"

Liang Zhixia remembered the friend request he had seen before and nodded, "Yes."

Jiang Ling: "Then don't add him back, otherwise he will think that you... your friend is interested in him, and it will be troublesome if you can't get rid of him."

He nodded thoughtfully.

Maybe Jiang Ling's suggestion is right, and habits can be changed.

He cruelly rejected L's friend request.

But L was very persistent. Every time he rejected, the other party applied again.

In the end, he simply didn't care, neither clicking agree nor reject, just pretending that L didn't exist.

After a long time, L should understand what he meant.

Anyway, L has many brothers and sisters in his little notebook. Maybe after one night, L will forget about him as a former guest.

After all, you can't trust the words of chatting.

There is a kitten with its belly spread out on the top of the bed curtain bought by the school. He lay on the bed and looked at the kitten, his mind full of thoughts.

His fingers touched the phone, and he couldn't help but take a look at WeChat. There was no little red dot.

L really didn't send him a friend request again.

It was just as he expected, but there was a sense of emptiness in his heart. Originally, L would send him a good night message at this time.

Tonight... No, there will be no more in the future.

... The withdrawal reaction seemed to be stronger than he imagined.

It was one o'clock in the morning, and he hadn't fallen asleep yet.

He stood on the ground barefoot and pulled open the curtains. The moonlight poured down softly, spreading silver light all over the ground. The surroundings were quiet. The bed next door was empty, and Lu Quan didn't come back.

The endless darkness of the night seemed to swallow him up, and the sound of his heartbeat reached his ears slowly and clearly.

He turned on the balcony light, looked up at the few stars scattered in the sky, and sat on a chair next to the tea table with a tablet in his hand.

Since he couldn't sleep, he would draw.

At the same time, his roommate was sitting in a car on the side of the road, frowning and looking down, repeatedly opening his mobile phone to check if he had received any messages from his friends.

His slender white fingers were placed outside the car window, with a cigarette between his fingers, and the minty smoke brushed across his nose.

Xu Cheng panted and handed him the things in his hand, frowning and wondering: "The doctor said you can't drink, why did you ask me to buy so much alcohol?"

The cigarette between his fingers was ruthlessly thrown to the ground. Xu Cheng picked it up and threw it in the trash can. When he looked up, he saw Lu Quan opened a bottle.

He leaned on the car window, trying to see what his good brother was staring at on his phone.

"By the way, did you catch up with her?"

Lu Quan slowly raised his head and looked at Xu Cheng with indifference.

"She deleted me."

Xu Cheng was immediately choked by his own saliva, wishing he could go back a second and let himself swallow the question.

He leaned against the car door with his arms crossed and whispered, "But didn't you say she likes you very much and can't leave you?"

Lu Quan moved his frozen fingers, his eyes were colder than the night at that moment, he gently stroked the phone with his fingertips, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if talking to himself: "Zhizhi is very kind and soft-hearted, will she approve my friend request again if I tell her that I'm in the hospital?"

Xu Cheng opened his mouth blankly, he now knew why he had to buy so much wine.

So it was a trick of self-torture.

If others knew that the genius school hunk from the Finance Department used his IQ in such a place, they would definitely be shocked.

Love-brain is also a disease.