male god effect

46 Confession

79.

Chai Mei was sitting in the first row of the classroom, holding on to a dilapidated copycat phone. The girls around her were laughing and laughing, but they regarded her a few steps away as air.

——Let me tell you, that Chai Mei looks like a Duo Bailian, but she is actually a scheming whore with Kaizi!The campus network has picked her up a long time ago, tsk tsk, her family is so poor, and she still pretends to be noble all day long at school, and it's just those guys who are blind to this, I think she is not a good product.

--real or fake?I heard that she works off-campus at one or two in the morning every day?

--work to earn a living?Looks like it's for sale!I once saw her go back to school in a luxury car in the middle of the night, and the handsome brown-haired guy who took her home was quite rich, and the school uniform seemed to be from District [-] Mars... It was the one with super expensive tuition fees, and I haven’t seen her since. .

——Hey, it's so disgusting, can the noble young master like her kind of scum?If you go up and post it just because you have a face, people will definitely lose their appetite.Besides, I think she also had plastic surgery, she was probably very ugly before.

——Yes, yes, yes, I think so too, the face must be so pretty!

But from time to time, he glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, then quickly looked away, and talked about irrelevant topics louder, in order to show that he had drawn a clear line with the girl, but he didn't understand what was going on between the lines.

——Tsk, plastic surgery without money at home is really bitchy.

Malice, this pure, unmotivated malice.

Chai Mei didn't seem to be able to hear, she stood up straight and was not afraid of any words.She covered the receiver to prevent the sound from coming into the phone, and she didn't let go until the girls talked about other topics.

"It's okay, brother."

The girl changed her tune.

"I just... miss my brother so much. After the holiday someday, if you have time that day, can you go to the first district to visit my brother's school?"

"..."

"Then make an appointment like this." Chai Mei asked tentatively, holding her chin, "Well, I heard that Mars' football team is very good. So...so..."

So... does my brother continue to play football?

Looking down at the jersey on her body, Chai Jiu lied to her sister for the first time.

"No."

80.

Throughout July, there was no news from Ji Mi at all.

As if the phrase 'I will definitely come back' is saying, 'I may never come back again'.

Chai Jiu belatedly realized that Ji Mi acted so annoying that night on purpose.

The more you dislike it, the less you miss it. By the time you recover and start to miss it, a long, long time has passed.

Everything that happened during this period was uneventful, getting up every day to train, and at the end of the evening, playing with David in the old position.

David's temper became more and more elusive as the weather got hotter and hotter. He often kicked the ball and left, and Chai Jiu was not a very good-tempered person. His personality was as bad as David.Two people who are both difficult to deal with and rejected by the group get together, and often break up, and inexplicably kicked the ball in the original place under the tree the next day. , but didn’t persist for long and often fell out because of one or another problem, with a look of ‘kicking you again and I’ll die’, repeating today’s the next day, falling into an endless loop of separation and reunion, and no one has The meaning of making concessions to someone is like two young kindergarten children.

For a moment, it seemed as if the whole world was running for elections. The streets of EVIL were covered with general election propaganda information, and red and blue flags and ribbons were planted everywhere, representing the two opposing camps of the red faction and the blue faction respectively.Even the TV commercials are related to the general election, with a strong political flavor.

To Chai Jiu, these seem insignificant. When he is distracted, what he thinks most in his mind is——

That annoying guy, why hasn't he come back?

"It's so boring, weak chicken."

David snorted and put away the ball abruptly, as if accusing Chai Jiu of not paying attention.

And Chai Jiu's thoughts were still wandering in last night's TV news.

It was a news report on the election situation in the capital. At No. 18 minutes and 26 seconds, Ji Mi's figure flashed in front of the Capitol. The cameraman gave this handsome young man a close-up of his face. Wearing a suit, Ji Gu smiled at the camera, raised her eyebrows, moved her lips, and said silently.

——Honey~wait for me.

Little Mole played back this passage many times, not letting go of the subtle changes in his lips every second.

He automatically dubbed the mouth shape in his mind, held the ball and closed his eyes, as if Mr. Cat was urging in his ear.

Then someone really spoke to him in his ear, but it was just angrily denouncing him.

"Weak chicken, is your brain rusty?"

Only then did Chai Jiu come back to her senses, realizing that she had been standing there holding the ball for 5 minutes.

David was still thinking about it with a cold face and reluctance.

Strange, I don't know when, this guy who used to talk little nonsense became a chatterbox.

"Oh……"

Chai Jiu used to have an attitude of "don't listen to the bastard's chanting", but today is a little different.

Just when David denounced Chai Jiu's unforgivable "crimes", the latter suddenly interjected.

"Do you like me?"

Chai Jiu kicked his pocket and stared at the ground and asked.

As if he had experienced a blow to the head, David's expression changed rapidly in an instant, going through the whole process from stunned, ashamed and angry to hesitant and nervous, and then he spoke with very little confidence.

"Neuropathy."

Chai Jiu didn't speak, but looked at him very quietly.

So David used all the courage he had accumulated in the past 18 years, turned his face and grabbed Chai Jiu's hand fiercely, and shrank back as if he had been stung by a bee.

"Yes."

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he spoke with difficulty.

David is a standard ancient Greek sculptural handsome man. He has perfect facial features that can only be sculpted by top craftsmen, and a strong figure that fully conforms to the golden ratio. Every detail shows the masculine beauty of men to the extreme.

But at this moment, this icy sculpture, as if possessing a human soul for the first time, showed a disturbed and even panicked expression.

Everything about him can be seen clearly in Chai Jiu's eyes.

It doesn't necessarily mean how rich the family is, but it must be the only child who is loved by parents. There is no need to compromise, accommodate, or share. You only need to accept unconditional, unlimited, and unresponsive love, and you can go on endlessly.

All his life so far has been smooth and smooth, with almost no setbacks and no stumbles. He is proud, honored, and a minority of people rejected by the environment. He does not know how to express his thoughts in euphemistic ways. My life has been pampered by the best of everything, as clean as a piece of white paper.

So... simple guy.

What a headache.

Chai Jiu's face was sunk in the shadows, until a minute later, his expression suddenly relaxed.

"Like me? Okay." He tilted his head, put his hands in his pockets, and stared nakedly through the person in front of him, "Fuck you?"

David didn't expect to get such a direct reply, and his expression froze for a moment, not knowing how to respond.

"Your type should look pretty good. It's okay to change your taste recently."

That's right, that's it, Chai Jiu thought, and he needs to speak a little more viciously, and look a little more like a scumbag.

David watched helplessly as the other party lit a cigarette in front of him.

"Oh, is it strange? What is this? When I was 15 years old and squatting in the detention center, I could smoke up to forty sticks a day. What do you think I was like at that time?"

He was smoking a cigarette with a careless expression on his face.

"Who do you think I am? What do you expect from me? Do you know what I've done?"

Of course you... have no way of knowing.

The author has something to say: The story of the little mole is more complicated. .