MTL - The Paranoid Protagonist is Addicted To My Stickers-Chapter 8 Smile

Xia Zhinian: "..."

Ok, got revenge.

Black-hearted, narrow-minded.

hey tui!

Xia Zhinian shrugged his head, dawdled back, and supported Yan Ci's arm again.

Yan Ci lowered his eyes to look at his furry head, his collarbone was deeply concave, and he looked dejected, still paying attention not to have any physical contact with him, and a trace of dryness flashed across his heart.

After Xia Wenhan finished talking with others, his younger brother disappeared as soon as he turned around. After asking around, he realized that Xia Zhinian had put the marriage contract on his lips again, causing a lot of ridicule.

Yan Ci, who was always getting troubled, spoke for him.

On the way back, Xia Wenhan wanted to ask if he had asked Chu Qingjian to apologize, so he turned his head to look.

Xia Zhinian huddled in the corner of the back seat, far away from his big brother, leaning his head on the back of the chair, his long eyelashes drooping down, his brows slightly frowned, he didn't know what he was dreaming about.

Quiet, soft and fragile.

Xia Wenhan pursed his lips tightly, but did not make a sound.

The book-wearing boy Xia Zhinian failed to stimulate Yan Ci to push the emotional line. He felt that it was too difficult to deal with the white-skinned and black-hearted, so he decided to attack the protagonist.

On Monday, Xia Zhinian arrived in the classroom. He had been asking for leave since he had a fever last week. The class was overwhelmed by the fact that he and Yan Ci were together, and even the campus forum was full of blood.

Zou Ziqian found that his deskmate, who was in the center of public opinion, came to the school, and he was very excited, so he quickly posted the latest post on the forum——

[Real-time broadcast, Xia Zhinian is back to class! ! 】

[Learning on a beautiful day, hurry up and learn]: How dare the little psychopath come here, why hasn't the school expelled him.

[Ysnjx]: The Xia family is rich and powerful. I heard that they donated two buildings in order to let him transfer to another school.

[When will Yan Shen marry me]: Don't talk about it, the host asked, someone said that Yan Shen was with him last week, where did this come from a cold joke, it's not funny at all.

[Yan Xiaocao is mine]: It is said that Chu Qingjian said it. It has nothing to do with me what happened to Chu Qingjian and Xia Shenshen. I only care about the school grass.

[wjdn]: The ID conflict between the two upstairs is very intense.

Xia Zhinian poked Chu Qingjian on the front right with a pen, took out an envelope from a dead Barbie fan again, and handed it over.

"Brother Chu, here you are."

There were many pairs of eyes staring at this side, Xia Zhinian handed it forward sincerely.

Chu Qingjian frowned, "Isn't there Yan Ci, what are you doing for me?"

Just waiting for you to ask this sentence.

Xia Zhinian lowered his head and smiled shyly, and explained, "Brother Chu, you misunderstood, how could I be with Yan Ci, he smiles all day long, how can he compare with you, Brother Chu."

"!!!"

"boom."

Zou Ziqian kicked Xia Zhinian's desk, Chu Qingjian looked up expressionlessly, and the class fell into deathly silence for an instant.

The sound of Xia Zhinian's footsteps suddenly sounded behind him, getting closer and closer.

"Student Xia."

Yan Ci smiled and leaned slightly closer, "You still owe me a school uniform jacket and a gift."

Student Xia: "..."

! ! !

Jiu Min! Jiu Min!

Student Xia froze in place, and felt a little breath falling on the back of his neck. The trembling feeling spread all the way down, but a layer of scarlet appeared uncontrollably at the roots of his ears.

Yan Ci's expression remained unchanged, "Also, it's time for you to hand in your homework."

Xia Zhinian's hands trembled, he looked at Chu Qingjian's puzzled eyes, and pursed his lips tightly.

That's it, let's fight!

Xia Zhinian bit the bullet and turned around, facing Shang Yanci's gentle smiling face, swallowed, his heart beating wildly.

He pursed his lips, without a trace of expression, "I didn't write it down, you can remember the name."

The surrounding people stared wide-eyed in shock.

Fuck, ruthless!

This is math homework!

This is the monitor!

This is Yan Ci!

Yan Ci didn't speak, Xia Zhinian turned around stiffly like a clockwork, his gaze swept across the pair of two-way sunflowers looking at him in shock, his heart was miserable, and he wanted to cry without tears.

Gritting her teeth, she continued to say to Chu Qingjian: "Brother Chu, you really misunderstood. How could I like Yan Ci? I only like you."

Yan Ci was still standing behind, Xia Zhinian was like a light on his back, with his hands resting on the edge of the table, his waist was stiff, straight like a log, and he didn't dare to let others see it.

Yan Ci was condescending, staring at the back of his furry head and slender neck, his dark eyes were like spots of thick ink, too dark and heavy—

It almost made people tremble with horror.

"Ding Ling Ling Ling—"

"Ding Ling Ling Ling—"

A sudden bell rang, breaking the silence in the room.

The students slowly turned back to busy with their own affairs, Chu Qingjian had a strange expression on his face again, and turned back without saying a word.

The eyes staring at him from behind disappeared, and Xia Zhinian heaved a sigh of relief. The teacher has already entered the classroom, and he is sitting in the last protruding row. There is a tall person in front of him, so no one notices him.

Xia Zhinian slowly, slowly, exhausted his strength and bent down, leaned over the table, buried his face in the palms of his hands.

The ears were red and hot like fire.

His previous life, and this past life.

Never been so socially dead.

Now, immediately.

Let him die, let him wear back.

He can't stay in this world anymore.

Zou Ziqian was sitting next to him. He also experienced a suffocation just now. Before he could calm down, he saw his deskmate with red ears.

click.

It was a small sound, covered by the noisy discussion in class, and no one noticed it.

Except for Xia Zhinian himself.

In the picture, the teenager is lying on the table, the sun is shining from behind, a thin and graceful arc is drawn on the back, the face is buried in the palm of the hand, the ears are so red that it is almost transparent, the head is tilted slightly, and a beautiful almond eye is exposed between the fingers, looking dazed. look into the camera.

Zou Ziqian froze for another two seconds while holding the phone.

He and Xia Zhinian were at the same table for two months, although he knew that he had good facial features, but Xia Zhinian's hair was too long, and he was gloomy and liked to lower his head, so he couldn't see anything.

At this moment, he was suddenly hit by this face, and he was stunned uncontrollably.

"What are you doing?" Xia Zhinian regained his composure and straightened up slightly.

Zou Ziqian turned on the screen of his mobile phone in front of him, a little embarrassed, "I just took a picture, sorry, without your consent."

Xia Zhinian was often photographed at school in her previous life, and she got used to it, so she took a glance and looked away, "It's okay."

Maybe his voice was too indifferent, Zou Ziqian suddenly felt that his deskmate was quite easy to talk to, thought for a while, and asked in a low voice.

"Can I post it on the campus forum?"

"It's just... nice." He explained.

Let him be a good-looking boy who can be shocked.

Xia Zhinian pursed her lips, and suddenly thought of something, her round almond eyes lit up, "Will someone scold me if I post it?"

Zou Ziqian paused, "This, probably."

After all, the reputation is too bad.

"It still won't be posted."

"Send!" Xia Zhinian said simply, "I want to send it."

He thought for a while, his eyes sparkled, and he looked excited.

"The title is [The Rumor Has Been Broken—Xia Nervous Once Again Confessed to the Overlord of Chu, He Was Rejected, He Was Ridiculous for Excessively Pushing the School Grass, There Are Pictures and the Truth, Don't Miss It When You Pass by!]"

Zou Ziqian: "..."

Zou Ziqian: "???"

Xia Zhinian didn't explain, nor did he read the forum. Before the physical education class, Yan Ci stood on the side of the podium, holding a list in his hand, and made a noise to attract the attention of the students in the class.

"Today's physical education class, I went to the big playground. I found a classmate and I went to the equipment room to pick up things. According to the list, it's my turn today...Xia Zhinian, classmate Xia."

Yan Ci's tone was contemptuous, as if he was not affected by the morning at all.

The person in the front row let out a low hiss.

The equipment room is a separate warehouse quite far from the playground. The light bulbs inside are old, and the light is blocked by rows of tall iron shelves, making the room a little dark.

Xia Zhinian counted the equipment to be used, and quietly glanced at the tall, graceful, gentle and noble protagonist Shou Yanci who was not far away from him.

In the morning, he was arrested on the spot for speaking ill of others, which can be regarded as finding faults and troubles. According to the original character design, the protagonist should use the protagonist's attacking hand to teach him a lesson, but now...

Xia Zhinian's eyes were gurgling, black and white were distinct, he glanced at it, then quickly retracted his gaze, and bit his lip.

To be honest, he was a little apprehensive.

Good at disguising, accustomed to disguising, and the disguising image is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people... Such a person must not be easy to provoke.

Xia Zhinian was holding a pair of table tennis rackets in his hand, and suddenly heard a crisp "click", and his eyes suddenly went dark.

power cut?

Xia Zhinian slowed down for a moment, his eyes were still pitch black, he couldn't see his fingers, he could only vaguely see some shadows.

The surroundings were quiet, and there seemed to be an echo in the converted warehouse space, and he felt a thump in his heart.

"Yan Ci?"

The surroundings were quiet for a while, and then there was a low response from the other side of the shelf.

"exist."

The boy's voice was low and hoarse.

Xia Zhinian thought of the night in the cellar...Yan Ci, as if he was afraid of the dark.

Yan Ci's voice came, the ending was dull and depressing, as if holding back something, "Student Xia, did you bring your mobile phone?"

Xia Zhinian: "In the classroom."

Yan Ci pursed his lips and chuckled, "What a coincidence, mine is here too."

...what a coincidence.

Xia Zhinian hesitated, groped for the iron frame, walked over there, walked slowly to the opposite side of the iron frame, opened his eyes wide, trying to see clearly, but he could only see a blurry black shadow.

"You..." He paused, "It may have tripped, I'll go and open the door."

Yan Ci leaned against the corner, seeing the darkness in front of him, and his sense of touch and hearing became extremely sharp after being deprived of sight.

The wind penetrated through the cuffs and brushed against the skin, but there was a crazy longing inside the body, scalding unbearably hot, bringing a delicate itching.

The cool wind blew, and the heat and cold alternated, every nerve in him was clamoring and trembling.

Want that warm touch.

Want someone to touch him.

A trace of hostility flashed across Yan Ci's face, hidden in the darkness, his eyes looked far away where the sound came from.

He stabilized his voice and called softly: "Xia Zhinian."