The strongest way to be narcissistic

In order for the idiot Song Ange to gather [-]% of his energy to meet the dire straits of senior high school, Qiao Peicheng worked hard, even harder than he used to prepare for the SAT.

In order to create a quiet environment for Song Ange, suitable for studying and not too far from the school, he searched for housing sources everywhere, and finally found a good house.

The size of the house is just right, with two bedrooms and a study room. Qiao Peisheng specially gave Song Ange the master bedroom with its own bathroom.

His life became more regular, he got up early every day to prepare breakfast for Song Ange, and then sent him to school.Song Ange didn't need to come back at noon, he either went to find Qiao Zhixi, or just lay his body at home, waiting for Song Ange to come home from school in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, he stared at Song Ange studying in the study.

During this period, he kept making and revising the form plan of how Song An successfully counterattacked, picked a lot of basic test papers and tutorial books in the bookstore and piled them in the study room, and asked Song Ange to spare time to complete his homework every day besides writing school assignments. requirements.

"I am a wife at the age of three, and the house is exhausted; I am sleepy at night, and I have a morning, er, er..." The boy who was reciting the text in the study room became weaker and weaker in the second half of the recitation, why did he stutter? Can't even say the next sentence.He licked his dry lips, and glanced at Qiao Peisheng, who was wearing anti-blue light glasses and typing something into the notebook in front of him with a guilty conscience.

Qiao Peisheng reminded without raising his head: "The words are fulfilled."

Before Song Ange recited it, he had already memorized the full text, so he was studying with Song Ange.

"The words have been fulfilled, but as for the violence, brothers don't know, just think about it quietly." After being reminded, Song Ange could be considered to have remembered the following, and planned to recite them all in one go.

"Stupid, wrong. Brother, I don't know, so I'm just laughing." Qiao Peicheng continued typing on the keyboard, reminding a certain idiot that he could remember everything wrong. "Wrong three times, learn by heart and come back again."

Song Ange memorized a short text all afternoon.

"I'm hungry."

It was completely dark outside, and Song Ange had been forced to study in the study by the annoying ghost since he came home from school in the afternoon, and he hadn't eaten anything until now.

His stomach gave an early warning, so he silently reminded Qiao Peisheng who had been cooking for him for the past few days.

Qiao Peisheng ignored him and continued to beat and beat.

"Brother Cheng, I'm hungry." Song Ange didn't give up. When he was hungry, he would only become more and more irritable. There was nothing in his mind but a mess, and he couldn't memorize properly without eating.

Qiao Peisheng didn't raise his head, and hummed softly: "It's useless to act like a baby."

"Who is acting like a baby!" Song Ange exploded immediately.

"Stubborn, you still don't admit being coquettish. How could you honestly call me brother Cheng?" Qiao Peisheng took off his glasses, and finally closed his notebook, proving that Song Ange was just being coquettish just now.

Song Ange couldn't refute it confidently, because it was a fucking fact.

He sees the evil taste of the nasty ghost, so he always uses the small details in the address to make him treat him better, trying everything.

"I want to eat!" Song Ange slapped the table, very irritable.

Why not let him eat?He didn't believe it, he still couldn't eat this meal today without giving in!

"An idiot who can't memorize a single text is not qualified to be angry. Go and finish memorizing it honestly, or you will have nothing to eat. By the way, your teacher told me that you were caught cheating on your English dictation with a small note, so that I'm going to school on Monday. I haven't had time to settle this matter with you, but you still have a little temper?"

Qiao Peicheng looked at the frozen boy with a half-smile.

He was not surprised at all that this stinky kid could do this after only a few days of rereading.When the stinky kid becomes well-behaved one day, he will feel that there is something strange inside.

Song Ange's anger was instantly offset by a guilty conscience.

English is even more fucked than Chinese. He failed dictation every time, and was fined to copy every word a hundred times. He broke his hands when he wrote, and every time he wanted to lift the table and scold the street.

He has to be ridiculed by all kinds of annoying ghosts when he returns home, how can he defend against double blows?

So he couldn't help thinking about it, and as a result, the first time he did such a small trick as cheating, he was caught by the vicious teacher, and he was named and criticized in public.

I don't know if he should be thankful that he was not the only one who was arrested, and that there were three other people who accompanied him to bear the scolding from Teacher Ma and the punishment from his parents.

"While I'm in a good mood now, you can either go to memorize the text honestly, and then memorize half of today's English words. Or obediently welcome you to be hit somewhere for the first time by me."

Qiao Peicheng deliberately looked behind Song Ange.

Song Ange backed away, surrendering shamefully.

A few minutes later, Song Ange barely memorized the Chinese language, passed the irksome rule of "go back and start again if you hesitate three times or make a mistake", and is now memorizing words, but can't calm down to memorize them.

The more hungry you are, the more you can't remember, the more you can't remember, the more hungry you are.

He suppressed the anger in his stomach, wanted to push him quietly but was afraid that the annoying ghost behind him would suddenly say "I heard it", and then attack some part of him.

Violating any of the rules he set for him, the punishment is spanking | ass, really shit!

Song Ange plucked out her hair irritably, poked the desk with a pen, and scribbled on the draft paper, but didn't memorize words.

As time passed, Qiao Peisheng sat on the sofa in the study and watched a certain kid who was on the verge of collapse, shaking his head helplessly.

Can't take it anymore?After another month, if he added another level of difficulty, wouldn't he just collapse and run away, quitting?

"I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry!" Song Ange suddenly stood up and made a noise.

His last sanity "clicked" and he walked aggressively towards the idiot who had been staring at him all night, and fell down on the sofa next to the idiot, pretending to be dead, and proved with actions that he would not stay if he was beaten to death In front of the desk with piles of exercises.

"Bone bone, look, your father is better at acting like a baby than you." Qiao Peicheng picked up the grown up bone bone, and ruthlessly laughed at Song Ange's death.

Why do you say dad?

Song Ange claimed that every time Qiao Peicheng provoked him to be irritable, he would pick up his bones and huddle in the corner of the sofa, claiming to be his own father, and wanted his bones to be consistent with the outside world, trying hard to scratch Qiao Peicheng, the annoying person who bullied his father. ghost.

Song Ange is a very naive boy.

"I'm angry! Can't you tell I'm angry?" Song Ange was so angry with the idiot's words and deeds every day that he wanted to rush over and beat him up several times.

It's not that he hasn't done this before.When he first moved in, because he couldn't stand the jerk-whispers, he couldn't think about throwing his fists for a while.

result?

Of course, he was beaten obediently and said, "Brother Cheng, I was wrong, Brother Cheng, I dare not, Brother Cheng, I am obedient."

Facing Qiao Peisheng, whose force value was beyond the charts, Song Ange became a coward in seconds.

Anyway, if you are cowarding in your own home, others can't see it. As the saying goes, a man should be able to bend and stretch!

"I can see it." Qiao Peicheng put Gu Gu on his leg, and smoothed its soft cat fur. "When you are not angry, I will consider whether to take you out for dinner."

Song Ange sat up straight in an instant.

The two stared at each other.

1 minute later.

"I want to eat." A young man who was so hungry reminded faintly.

"Huh? Then?"

"Brother Cheng, I want to eat." Song Ange gritted his teeth and forced a stiff smile.

"It's ugly enough to smile." Qiao Peicheng lowered his bones. "Go and open a cat can for Bones before taking you out..."

Song Ange picked up the bones and ran out of the study room, fearing that it would be a few seconds late, Qiao Peisheng immediately turned his face and asked him to memorize all the words before eating.

The weather in Mingcheng in August is still scorching hot, and Song Ange, who can be counted as going out, is wearing a small vest, brown shorts, and flip-flops, and goes out carelessly.

No matter how hot it is at school, he has to wear school uniforms honestly. Although there are summer clothes, how can it compare to his refreshing attire at this time?

"I want to eat barbecue." Song Ange asked.

He hasn't eaten at a street stall for a long time, and the shops he usually eats are quite far away, and the annoying ghosts guard him every day, and he has never been anywhere except for the line of going home from school.

The daily diet is either made for him by the annoying ghost according to some so-called nutritional recipes, or he goes to some old and expensive restaurants to eat, without exception, all of them are light.

He needs something strong to stimulate his dying taste buds.

How did he mess around and get into this look?

"You will know what regret is when you have diarrhea, especially the feeling of holding back in class." Now is a critical period, and Qiao Peisheng will not let Song Ange do things as he pleases.

"Tomorrow is the weekend." Song Ange raised his chin proudly to remind him.

As a day student, he doesn't need to worry about this kind of problem.Anyway, there is a nasty ghost around, so he is not afraid of diarrhea, and it happens that he can put aside the pile of exercise papers that make him want to vomit when he sees it, and let the nasty ghost take care of him as a patient.

Qiao Peicheng ignored him and kept walking forward.

"Are you going to eat or not? If not, I'll go by myself." Song Ange was annoyed that Qiao Peicheng would always talk and ignore him, as if he disliked him.

He hasn't messed with anything lately, he's honestly studying and doing his homework, it's fine if he doesn't praise him, and he always throws cold water in a fancy way, it's strange to hurt people.

Is he so bad that he despises him every day?

Qiao Peicheng stood on the spot watching the young man who turned angrily and turned to walk in another direction, and slowly reminded: "Are you rich?"

Why does this little irascible temper never know how to change it, and gets angry every now and then.

Qiao Peicheng watched with a smile as someone's walking posture stopped as he expected, and then returned in despair.

Is Song Ange rich?

Of course not, not a dime, all his sources of income come from this fake foreigner with gray blue eyes who squints all day long.

Not only did Song Ange have no money, but he also owed Qiao Peicheng a large amount of money, a large amount of money that he dared not even think about.

Although the other party didn't say that they would come back with interest in the future, Song Ange couldn't accept this huge gift with peace of mind.

When he gets into a good university and finds a good job, the first thing to do is to work hard to make money and pay back all the money.

Sometimes he really wanted to break open the head of the annoying ghost to see, what kind of head would spend a lot of money on a person he had known not long ago?

If you have money, you can't spend it like this, right?

Only that broken dream can explain this kind of unbelievable thing.

"See what I'm doing? Not convinced?" Qiao Peicheng smiled and touched Song Ange's prickly head.

Seeing Song Ange's deflated appearance was a rare pleasure for him living under the same roof as him.

"Be nice to me, and I'll take you to eat." Qiao Peisheng satisfied him this time.When making idiot Song Ange suffer, it is not impossible to give some sugar pills appropriately.

If he really wants to force this kid to quit, he has to think of various ways to lure him back with all kinds of threats. He is not willing to do this kind of thing like coaxing his girlfriend who ran away from home to come back.

No matter what happens, you have to practice this kind of thing for the first time with someone you like from the bottom of your heart. How can you take advantage of this kid?

"No." Song Ange slapped the annoying ghost's hand away.

Every time the annoying ghost touches him, he always looks like "smiling and touching the dog's head", which is hateful.

Acting like a baby is something that Song Ange can do?

Don't even think about it.

"Oh, then let's go to the restaurant where we ate the day before yesterday." Qiao Peisheng turned around and continued towards the original destination.

Song Ange stood on the spot for a few seconds, stepping on his slippers and striding forward. He took a deep breath, and with hesitating hands in the air, he mustered up the courage to pull the annoying ghost's clothes.

The next second, Qiao Peisheng heard him say:

"Brother Cheng, I want to eat barbecue."

Song Ange tried his best not to speak so bluntly.

Qiao Peicheng's pace slowed down, but he still didn't intend to stop.Obviously, he felt that this coquetry was not in place.

It didn't work out?Song Ange stared.

day!Not enough?How can a man be coquettish?

You can't be like some couples he saw before, shaking the annoying ghost's hand, and saying a bunch of disgusting words in a sweet and greasy tone!

It's not good to beat them to death, whoever does it is an idiot.

Seeing that he was about to go to the restaurant he had been to before, Song Ange closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, showing an expression of giving up, and stepped forward to hug Song Ange's tight waist with both hands.

Because the hated ghost was wearing thin clothes, he could feel the multiple abdominal muscles under the clothes, and while jealous, he couldn't help but took the opportunity to touch it to experience the feel.

"Brother Cheng, I want to eat barbecue, please...please."

After finishing speaking, Song Ange's face flushed red, and he still hugged Qiao Peicheng and did not let go.

Anyway, he loses all his face, and if he doesn't give him food, he won't let go. Let's see who can consume more than whom?

The body of the person hugged by the boy was shaking, and the amplitude was getting bigger and bigger.

Qiao Peisheng was laughing, bursting with laughter.

No, he really couldn't hold back the laughter that burst out of his throat.It's not ridicule, it's simply wanting to laugh, thinking it's fun.

This kind of Song Ange is too youthful, cute and playful, and he is probably the only one who can understand this feeling because he is cute by himself.

On the street where people come and go, people passing by heard the movement, and they couldn't help but look at the interaction between the two boys curiously, and some people even showed a meaningful smile.

Song Ange didn't dare to look at the expressions of the people around him at all. Unable to bear the shame in his heart, he slowly let go of his hand and kept his head bowed the whole time.

Hearing the hearty smile of the annoying ghost, he silently clenched his fists.

Laugh fart lol!

Besides watching him deflate, can you find some fresh tricks?

Qiao Peicheng suppressed a smile, embraced the young man who was on the verge of becoming angry, put his arm on his shoulder, and said in his ear:

"Barely qualified, your brother Cheng will take you to eat barbecue, eat as much as you want."