Chrysanthemum friendship triggered by a message

Hearing such words that threatened the man's dignity, Mr. T was completely frightened. He resisted desperately, but he was anesthetized, and his whole body was indescribably awkward.

With a bang, he fell off the operating table, his chrysanthemums were crippled, and the ground was covered with injuries.

"Hey——" Mr. T woke up suddenly, sat up and took a breath, and looked at his phone, 6:30.There is no morning class today, and I have asked the teacher for leave for the morning class, so I can just ask my roommate to help bring the leave note to the teacher.

Huh, it's still early, Mr. T wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, this nightmare was so bad that he felt terrified when he thought of Mr. C now.

How could this otaku prince be reduced to such a state?The dream is the opposite, and it must be the opposite. It is Mr. C who wants to get rid of the root. I am already suffering from hemorrhoids, why should he suffer this kind of crime? !

Before his roommate woke up, Mr. T struggled to get out of bed, quietly packed up his things and prepared to go to the cafeteria, who knew that as soon as he opened the door of the dormitory, he saw the door of the next dormitory also opened, and a tall and handsome man walked out— — Even the back is so cool and cold, with a super temperament, who else could it be?

It was Jun C who wanted to cut off his dignity in the dream!

Students of the same major live on the same floor, and they usually look down and see each other when they look up, and those who are not familiar with each other just become "nodding acquaintances".

But that night, he didn't reject Mr. C; that night, they...became WeChat friends.

Everything changed overnight, and he and Mr. C could never go back together.As the world changes and the world changes, they are no longer unrelated passers-by in life, but pawns of destiny chosen by the mortal world.

Love, hate, entanglement........ Oh, I went to the wrong set.

If you owe someone a favor, you should be more enthusiastic, and it is necessary to take the initiative to say hello.

He stretched out the otaku's right hand, waved weakly at Mr. C who was aloof and lonesome, and said "Hi" very confidently.

Just as Mr. C closed the bedroom door, he turned around and saw a white and thin figure, waving his hands stiffly at him, speaking in a low voice, as if he was tortured by hemorrhoids and was very weak!

This is not good, they are all students in a major, how can they watch others but not help them?This is a serious violation of C's life creed! Although Mr. C seems to be close to strangers, in fact, he has a natural sympathy for weak things in his heart.

In his eyes, Mr. T, who is half a head shorter than himself, gentle and thin, is naturally classified as "weak".

He frowned and walked straight towards Mr. T.

Mr. T saw his serious expression and menacing approach, and his heart suddenly hung up. Could it be that my way of greeting is wrong?Or is he simply looking down on greetings from people with hemorrhoids?

A thought flashed in his mind inappropriately—it's over, the dream is about to come true, he's coming to cut my eggs!

The nightmare did not come as expected, he tilted his head slightly, and saw Mr. C's cool face appearing in front of his eyes, and then, a deep and magnetic male voice rang in his ears: "Mr. T, let me accompany you to the hospital."

If Mr. T was a girl, he would have been cast down by Su De long ago!Who can resist the whispers from the handsome face? !It's a pity not to record ASMR with such a numb sound.

It's a pity Mr. T is an otaku with handles, he was very moved, and then rejected Mr. C: "No need, I think I'm OK."

Suddenly something happened to him again, and he felt the need to show his masculinity to the other party: "It's just a minor operation, it won't hinder my function!"

Jun C listened, but sighed lightly, smiled helplessly, and said slowly: "But it will affect my function."