The host is irritable every day

Chapter 98 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (40)

Tang Junchen fell back half a step, his pupils tightened slightly and his lips trembled a little.

Finally, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, turned around and ran away amidst everyone's discussion.

...

In junior high school, high school, university, and even working in the hospital, all kinds of confessions and intentional approach made him breathless.

When she was in high school, Xiaohua always handed him love letters overtly and secretly. Even though he pretended not to see her many times, she still couldn't escape people confessing to him face to face.

The girl has a bun, a slender and white neck, some untied hair falling behind, and just right sideburns. She has bright eyes and white teeth, and a confident smile, as beautiful as a star.

She has good grades and is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is the favorite of all the boys in the school.

Such an outstanding person only likes Tang Junchen.

"Tang Junchen, I like you! Can you... can you accept me?" That day, she confessed to him on the playground, her beautiful face was flushed, and she was shy like never before, in front of the person she liked All the looks.

While waiting for the answer, she still lowered her head slightly, with her fingertips intertwined nervously behind the back of her hands.

The playground was huge, but everyone was surrounding the two of them. It was no big deal to watch the excitement, and they all clapped and cheered.

After a long time, a cold voice lowered the intensity of the fiery heckles, "I'm sorry."

The young man with a clear face was so cold that he didn't even look at the girl. After apologizing, he just wanted to leave, but the girl held his hand behind him.

She has an ugly complexion, she has never confessed her love to anyone, and she suffered Waterloo for the first time, she is not reconciled!
"why?"

In an instant, Tang Junchen was startled by the extremely disgusting touch. He suppressed the disgust rising in his heart, and hurriedly tried to shake off her hand, but was held firmly by both hands. He was bound to get the answer.

"Tang Junchen, why, am I not good? Where did I go wrong?"

Tang Junchen's hand was grabbed, and veins popped out on his wrist.

He kept taking deep breaths and exhaling, resisting the discomfort that surged up in his heart, "let go."

The girl was so wronged that her eyes were red, and she didn't care about what was wrong with him. She raised her voice and asked loudly:
"So many boys in this school like me, why, why don't you like me?!"

The sun at noon in summer was really shining. At this moment, Tang Junchen's head was heavy and dizzy, and his stomach felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He hoped that it was just his own heatstroke.

Or the girl's repeated questions to him over and over again, the onlookers' condemnation of his impolite behavior, or the warmth coming from his hands that made him unbearable...

Tang Junchen let go of his throat, but suddenly covered his mouth, his face was sullen, his expression was very bad, as if he was controlling something.

He increased his strength towards the hand held by the girl, and after many years, he shook her off again impolitely.

Ignoring the girl's heavy fall to the ground, he pushed aside the crowd and ran to the bathroom closest to him.

That day, someone saw him retching in the bathroom with a white face.

"It's so impolite, how can there be such a person in this world?"

"He looks like a gentle man, but he is so humiliating to others. Hehe, I still want to vomit when I see him."

"It seems that people are really noble. If they touch it, they will be half dead."

"Everyone have to be careful, stay away from people who retch and nausea, lest he come to touch porcelain!"

"..."

It was a coincidence that day, Tang Junchen ate something bad, coupled with human contact, physical and psychological torture, he would act like that.

Even though it was a late clarification later, those words have always fallen into the bottom of his heart and cannot be erased after all...

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Memories burst out instantly. Tang Junchen's hands on his sides were tightly gripping the sheets, his expression was painful, and his slightly opened lips turned white.

He suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the still groggy ceiling above his head, panting heavily for not being able to calm down all at once.

He rubbed his aching forehead with the palm of his hand and slowly sat up while holding on to the mattress.

Taking advantage of the silver mist thrown by the moonlight outside the window, Tang Junchen, who had calmed down, slowly turned his gaze to the direction of the light, and saw the sleeping girl lying beside his bed.

The black hair was spread widely on the shoulders, and the slightly curly hair ends were more playful and cute. The thick crow-feather-like eyelashes were long and curled down, and the sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful.

She usually shows her teeth and claws, but her sleeping face and posture at this moment are worthy of her natural Jiangnan beauty's gentle face.

Tang Junchen slowly got out of bed with long legs, gently opened the suitcase, and found a coat. Where she was sitting on the ground, he knelt down on one knee and covered her with the coat.

Listening to her even breathing at close range, he also sat down, leaning on the edge of the bed with one elbow, leaning his head on the back of his hand, looking at the girl.

His eyes were dark, and unclear emotions were lingering in his lowered eyes. The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his appearance changed from his usual gentle and watery appearance.

I'm afraid no one knows that he liked someone when he was young.

She looks soft and weak, but she is short-tempered, bad-tempered, unruly, and reckless...

She herself said that except for her face, she probably gathered all the shortcomings in this world, but it was such a person who could always mess with his heartstrings.

It was the day after his ninth birthday.

Because school ended early, Tang Junchen returned home early. At the door of the house, he rummaged through his pockets and schoolbags, but found that he had forgotten his keys.

Because it is an elevator room, the corridors are usually dark, and the lights on the top are automatically switched on and off as people approach, so he plans to go down to the first floor and do his homework in a well-lit outdoor place.

There is a big playground in their community. There is also a football field, slides and exercise equipment in the playground. After school every day, there are always many children playing here.

Today is no exception.

Amid the happy play of the children, Tang Junchen, who was sitting silently on a stone bench doing homework, seemed out of place.

Suddenly, a football rolled slowly to his feet.

Tang Junchen raised his eyes and took a look, the pen in his hand didn't stop, didn't intend to answer, and continued to lower his head to copy the new characters.

Today, a primary school football team came to play in the community, all of them are students above the fourth grade.

In this team, there is also the girl's brother who last time Tang Junchen pushed a little girl down in front of everyone for no reason.

The ball was kicked out, and everyone's eyes naturally followed the ball. Of course, he not only saw Tang Junchen, but also remembered the last time he bullied his sister.

The boy stopped his teammates who were about to run forward to pick up the ball, and sarcastically shouted at Tang Junchen with a vengeance: "Little dumb over there, pick up the ball."

Tang Junchen didn't move.

"Did you hear that, I'm calling you, the dumb guy sitting on the stone bench doing homework!"

Tang Junchen was still doing his homework with his head down, and he didn't hear anything outside the window.

This time, it made the whole team annoyed, and it was so bearable to call names!

Everyone surrounded Tang Junchen, walked up to him, grabbed his homework book and pen, and threw them on the ground.

Just then, Tang Junchen finally raised his head and glanced at them lightly.

(End of this chapter)