Song Baojun couldn't help but feel his heart beating faster. His efforts for three days and three nights were not in vain. Nearly two thousand yuan of banknotes were not wasted. Finally, he achieved his true fruits and a prosperous road was already in front of him.

Lock the bicycle and greet it with bright red roses in your hand.

Yuan Shuang just looked back and reached out to see her hair on her forehead, smiled slightly, and her body was filled with graceful grace. Her friends were all smiling strangely behind her.

Song Baojun hurriedly handed the flowers on it, squeezed out the most dazzling smile in his life, and said, "Frost, Frost, I'm giving it to you. You look so beautiful today."

"Thank you." Yuan Shuang didn't take his rose and asked, "By the way, you also said that you have an important thing to tell me, what is it?"

Standing in front of the amazing beauty, Song Baojun felt dry and ashamed of himself.

Yuan Shuang is 1.72 meters tall, and with high heels, she is half a head taller than Song Baojun. She has a delicate figure, and her thighs with black silk shorts, round, slender and stylish thighs, tall chest, beautiful face, and no defects around her body. He knew that a bright silver Patek Philippe watch on Yuan Shuang’s left wrist was worth 120,000 yuan.

On the other hand, I looked at myself. I had worn an old T-shirt for five years, and my jeans were dirty and torn. Isn’t it true that I had to have a bad figure, look, and have no rich parents? Isn’t this an old saying? A flower was placed on cow dung.

If it were the past, I wouldn't even dare to think too much about it.

Song Baojun looked at the men and women watching from behind Yuan Shuang, and plucked up the courage to stammer and said: "Shuang, Shuangshuang, I, I love you, my life cannot be without you!"

Before Yuan Shuang could reply, the group of men and women burst into laughter, hip-hop, clapped their hands, and walked up to laugh and said, "Shuang Shuang, you won, you're good."

"Shuangshuang, if you really have you, I guess he can't escape from your palm."

"Shuangshuang, I think you should add the title of "Otaku Killer" to you."

Song Baojun felt a cold sweat in his heart behind him, and he asked reluctantly: "What, what's going on, Shuangshuang?"

Yuan Shuang still kept smiling, but it was slowly getting colder. She looked at the man in front of her and shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, Song Baojun, the game is over. I'm sorry to choose you as a bet for us. I feel sorry for this."

Although she was sneering, her smile was quite charming.

"Get out?" Song Baojun spoke a word with difficulty, feeling vaguely wrong in his heart.

A tall and handsome boy next to him with a smirk of Crown style slap his dull shoulder vigorously and said, "Little classmate, don't understand? Then let me explain to you. A few days ago, we were playing a king game, and the loser had to accept the winner's order to complete one thing. Unfortunately, Shuangshuang lost. So we decided to choose the most sling boy in the whole school as the target, and let him take the initiative to speak to Shuangshuang within three days. You meet this standard very well, and we chose you."

Song Baojun's face suddenly swelled into a gray color. He recognized that the boy was the famous rich second generation in the school and the son of the boss of Haisheng Company. He studied in the Foreign Languages ​​College. He was young, rich, romantic and elegant, and many girls were proud to talk to this young master.

Liu Peilong said again: "Are you a very honorable classmate? You can spend three days and two nights with our Shuangshuang, which is enough for you to remember for the rest of your life."

Song Baojun was disbelief and shouted to Yuan Shuang: "Shuangshuang, are you kidding me? Last night you told me that you would watch the stars together for the rest of your life..."

Yuan Shuang didn't look at him at all and said lightly: "Sorry, I'm really kidding. Look at the stars? Please don't be so naive. If it causes trouble for you, I'll treat you to a meal another day." He turned around and got into the shiny BMW under the escort of another boy.

Song Baojun was as if he had fallen into an ice cave for a moment, and rushed over and said loudly: "Shuangshuang, I bought your favorite chocolate!"

Liu Peilong suddenly changed his face, pushed him away viciously, and sneered: "Student, please be aware of me, just a bet, don't be so serious. A toad should have the awareness of a toad, and don't really think that there will be swan meat for you to eat. You are the loser of your life, and you must be uninterested. I will tell you to be unable to stay in tea."

The men and women sneered, and everyone looked at him up and down, their eyes full of hypocrisy and sympathy. There was also a girl with heavy makeup and face said, "Come on, don't scare people, look so pitiful when he looks stupid."

Song Baojun was stunned and could not speak. He watched the two luxury cars leave, and his heart was torn to pieces by pain.

Song Baojun didn't go to class in the afternoon. He didn't know how he got home.

Chazhou University is in Linfu District, Dongcheng, and his home is in Mingyang District, Xicheng. The two are separated by countless streets. The journey is more than two hours a round trip. There are also buses at six stops by the subway.

My father is a draftsman for Lige Decoration Company and works overtime every day; my mother is an accountant in a local garment factory and often travels on business trips. There is also a sixteen-year-old sister in a boarding middle school in the first year of high school, and the three of them are not at home at this moment.

On the way, Song Baojun kept replaying the little things he had with Yuan Shuang in his mind. The crowds in the subway were surging wildly, and the plump girl had her buttocks and breasts squinted, and the faint fragrance stimulated her nostrils. He ignored it and turned a blind eye, and seemed numb.

The goddess's flowery smile was always lingering, and finally it was intertwined with Liu Peilong's sarcastic expressions of men and women, and it touched his heart mercilessly.

In addition to a hazy and helpless first love at the age of sixteen, Song Baojun's emotional world was pale and ridiculous. Every day, he fantasized that countless beautiful girls were circling around him, but in reality, he had to stutter for half an hour when talking to a fat woman with a fat face.

I want to love, but I never dare to love. When I see it, I often get defeated by my inferiority complex. This is a true portrayal of an otaku.

A goddess fell from the sky. This goddess is as charming as a flower, so why doesn’t she let him fall into the mud and unable to extricate himself?

Then lost.

Then he woke up from his dream.

Song Baojun began to doubt himself, why others wanted to be in trouble, and his life was so unsuccessful. Even a relationship became someone else's plaything.

This suspicion slowly turned into a violent pain, desperately tearing every nerve in the body.

When the walking corpse returned to the room, he threw himself into the bed and began to fall asleep. Countless nightmares trapped him inside, and the pain made him curl up.

Nightmares were entangled in my mind, sometimes the first love was sneering at him, sometimes the sarcasm of high school classmates, as well as the exams that failed the exams, the scolding of teachers, and the cold eyes of friends. Finally, Yuan Shuang pointed at his nose and sneered: "You are just a game!"

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Chapter completed!