The strongest way to be narcissistic

at the same time.

"release."

At this time, Song Ange's patience continued to drop, with his upper body pulled out, and Zhao Jianshui made him feel abnormal and uncomfortable.

"Song Ange, you always like to lose your temper. Sometimes I really want to beat you a few times to make you give in to me." Zhao Jianshui is used to Song Ange's always irritable attitude.

"I said, I still have to do business. Will you pay me?" The driver who was regarded as air couldn't help but interrupt the two boys who were obviously not easy to mess with, especially the one with a scar on the brow bone outside. My boy, as soon as he spoke, the other party looked at him coldly, his eyes were strange.

"No money?" Seeing the embarrassment of the young man in front of him after hearing the words, Zhao Jianshui immediately guessed the reason.

"None of your business!" Song Ange was impatient.Although so far only the person in front of him can lend him money to advance, but he just doesn't want to borrow from him because he will owe him a favor.

"Master, lend me your mobile phone to make a call. My friend is inside. I'll let him come out to give you the money." He didn't bring his mobile phone, and he didn't want to borrow it from Zhao Jianshui. He could only help the impatient driver and borrow his mobile phone Call the bum.

Zhao Jianshui raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and stared at the young man sitting in the car who skillfully entered a series of phone numbers with his fingers, but it seemed that he couldn't get through after calling twice.

grass!But this stinky problem is also the same as Lao Tzu.

Song Ange held the phone, countless "my days" soared in his heart.

He has never had the habit of answering calls from strangers, and probably neither does the annoying ghost.

When he was about to try his luck for the third time, Zhao Jianshui outside exhaled smoke, flicked off the sporadic butt of the cigarette in his hand, reached out and grabbed the phone and threw it to the front co-pilot, then opened the door and pulled the boy inside. .

"50 yuan, no need to look for it."

When the master driver thought he had really met a little rogue who made a Bawang car, a piece of money was handed to him.

"Zhao Jianshui, Wo Ri, your uncle! Let go of me!"

Song Ange, who was forced out of the car door, stepped on a sharp object, whether it was a small stone or not, with bare feet, and flew up in pain.

"You fucking let go, my hat fell off!" Without the bastard, he had to be rough and have to.

"Shut up!" Zhao Jianshui impatiently grabbed Song Ange, who was about to bend over to pick up his hat, and pushed him against the dirty wall behind him, with his right elbow resting on the young man's neck, his brows and eyes were full of violence, and his anger was unstoppable. Small.

Song Ange really wanted to slap himself at this moment.Does he have nothing to do with tracking?People didn't follow me, and I also met a evil star.

Well now, they will definitely have to fight next, the key is that he still can't beat him, in case someone flashes his weapon in a flash of brain, he will finish the game directly.

In fact, Zhao Jianshui didn't punch him a few times, but gritted his teeth and asked:

"Song Ange, do you remember my number?"

"Fuck! Who the hell still remembers numbers now? I only know the number of 110." He can't even remember his own number, so how can he bother to memorize a string of numbers from others?Just turn up the phone address book and dial it directly.

"Then whose number did you dial just now?" Zhao Jianshui laughed angrily at his righteous attitude.

He wasn't blind enough to see that this kid just entered a series of numbers without hesitation, and the other party didn't answer him, and he still looked like he was about to explode.

He has been with him all these years, and he can guess every change in Song Ange's tone. He can see that the owner of that string of numbers is not ordinary to Song Ange.

Apart from Jiang Tong who likes women, does he, Song Ange, have other people he cares about?

Having been with him for so many years, does he really regard him as a buddy?

"None of your business." Song Ange was irritable.

There's a reason why he remembers the number of the bastard, and it's all forced by him. He has to recite his number backwards, and he comes to surprise checks from time to time. In this case, he can't remember it. .

He didn't say it, but it didn't mean that Zhao Jianshui couldn't guess. "Is it the number of the man who had barbecue with you last time?"

Song Ange fell silent.

This guy didn't have such a good memory before.

"Do you live together?" He still remembers hearing a key word - go home.

Song Ange continued to remain silent.

It's impossible to tell him if we live together.

"Song Ange." Zhao Jianshui slowed down his speech, covered the face of the person in front of him with his other hand, and asked through gritted teeth, "Did you fall in love with that man? Is the relationship between you..."

"Fart, fart! I don't like men!" The word "like" made Song Ange's face turn red when he wanted to beat someone to break free, and his voice was much higher than usual.

Typical bluff.

"An Ge, do you know? You have a very cute shortcoming, that is, you can't tell lies."

"However, this shortcoming is not so cute at this moment."

Zhao Jianshui's expression became weird, and his voice was also in the range of yin and yang.

"Damn, what's wrong with you. Mom? You don't want to hit people, but you want to find another way to disgust me, don't you?"

What's not to love?Also, why did he suddenly call him without his surname, which made his skin goosebumps drop all over the place in an instant.

"You fucking like men, and you can't see what's wrong with me?" Zhao Jianshui immediately laughed angrily.He couldn't control so much now, so he just said what he always wanted to say.

He endured it for so many years, watching him like an idiot secretly fall in love with Jiang Tong, who only likes women and later fell in love with Deng Yusa, just because he didn't want to destroy the "good buddy" relationship between him and him.

He knew that Song Ange was straight, so he endured it, and always restrained the urge to push this kid down and watch him blushing and begging for mercy, just to avoid the two of them becoming strangers in the future, and ruining their friendship for many years.

He told himself this way: time is still long, he has the patience to guide Song Ange, and Jiang Tong is not a fart in it!

But who would have thought that he would be careless, but in just over three months, he, Song Ange, he... fucked up with an unknown man.

What has he endured for so many years?

Count how many!

"Song Ange, I like you, I want to fuck you the way I like you, the reason I become brothers with you is because I want to fuck you."

The boy's deeper and deeper voice rang in his ears, and the touch from his ear made the boy feel nauseous for no reason.

He didn't like this kind of intimate touch, at least he didn't like the sudden close touch of Zhao Jianshui.

Maybe in the past time, there will always be some small interactive intimacy between them, but that is when he treats him as a good buddy, and that kind of intimacy has no meaning.

But now this person pushed him against the wall, whispered into his ear his true desire for him with obvious panting sounds, and touched his body with his limbs.

Everything is no longer simple.

So his stomach was extremely upset.

If Zhao Jianshui knew that Song Ange felt this way, he would be 100% mad and just do it, fuck his brother, just do it and it's over.

Who told him that he had already broken the jar, leaving no room for himself.

"Zhao Jianshui, it's not a gentleman's behavior to like to force people."

Just as Zhao Jianshui was about to do something further, a voice sounded behind him. Before he could react, someone grabbed his collar with his backhand and received a heavy punch, which directly knocked him to the ground.

Qiao Peicheng immediately followed Deng Yusa out of the bar after Sister Tong gave Deng Yusa two slaps.

At that time, Sister Tong seemed handsome and unrestrained, but he knew that in the future, Sister Tong would definitely hold the wine bottle and turn into a crazy woman Jiang Tong, crying and cursing at the street.

This is the lunatic who he knows well as Sister Tong, who is fragile in a strong way.

It's obviously not okay to let a beautiful drunk crazy woman go crazy alone in the street at night.

The little girl Xiong Yunhui also followed closely behind, bringing three eye-catching bodyguards to closely follow the silent Jiang Tong.

The disaster was caused by her. Of course, Jiang Tong, who may have an accident, cannot be thrown aside at will.

Qiao Peicheng followed far behind, and when he got to the exit of the bar street, he just glanced at it casually, but he didn't expect that something happened.

In a small corner of his field of vision, he could actually see a certain idiot boy who shouldn't be here.

Because there was another person as a cover, the boy's face did not completely leak out, but he could still immediately recognize that it was the idiot Song Ange who was supposed to be sleeping.

How dare this brat sneak out to play while he's not at home?

How long has this been going on?Did it start after knowing he wouldn't come home at night?

If he didn't beat him today, he would cry and call him Dad, and he would definitely not let this naughty little kid go easily.

In the current situation, between Sister Tong and Song Ange, he can only choose one.

Five seconds to choose, he chooses the idiot.

Because Jiang Tong is accompanied by Xiong Yunhui, basically nothing will happen.

As for Song Ange, a fool, I will leave it to him to clean up.

Unexpectedly, as he approached, he began to notice something was wrong.Of course he could recognize Zhao Jianshui, but he didn't understand why he pressed Song Ange against the wall and touched him in a fucking gesture.

While the other party was touching Song Ange, Qiao Peicheng felt that he was also being violated.

His reaction: Disgusting!

Song Ange doesn't like being intimate with people, and he doesn't like it either. Even his elder sister, Qiao Zhixi, has a clear plan for intimacy.

So far, only the idiot Song Ange is closest to him.

There is nothing wrong with being intimate with yourself.

That's why the scene where he hit someone happened.

Song Ange never thought that he could experience such a thing as a hero saving the beauty in his lifetime.

He was looking forward to the appearance of the annoying ghost, but he knew that it was impossible. Who would have thought that the world would always be full of surprises.

It was Song Ange's first experience of what it means to make one's wishes come true.

"Come here." Beating a certain scumbag, Qiao Peicheng hooked his hands at a certain stinky child who was in a daze, smiling all over his face.

Song Ange's unrepentant boy's heart trembled under this smiling face, he moved in front of the tall man with a guilty conscience, and whispered, "Brother Cheng."

Every time he called it that, it was actually to please him.

Since he knew that the annoying ghost liked to hear him scream like this, he was never vague when he should scream, especially when it made him angry, he screamed vigorously.

"It's useless to call Brother Cheng a hundred times." Qiao Peicheng was very upset at this moment. When he was particularly upset, this trick had no effect on him.

Abandoning Zhao Jianshui who was still lying on the ground, Song Ange quickly caught up with someone who suddenly turned and left.

He hasn't said his own grievances yet, why is this man so mad at him?

Stinky bugs are as weird as he is.

"I don't dare to sleep alone, so I want to go out for a walk." Song Ange grabbed Qiao Peicheng's hand and explained why he was here.

Naturally, it is impossible to tell the truth. Compared with the attempted stalking, it is still a cowardly excuse.

Qiao Peicheng snorted coldly: "Can you get here on a stroll? Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

Where do they live?Where is Bar Street?

It's not a place where you can just walk around.

How does this start to discredit his IQ again?

"Anyway, I didn't come out to play." Song Ange was unwilling.

In order to study, in order not to be looked down upon by the annoying ghosts, he almost put all his energy into those broken textbooks.

No longer wanting to learn, no longer feeling irritable, thinking of the sarcasm smiles and blurted hurtful words that annoying ghosts may show, he will immediately grit his teeth and force himself to watch and learn.

It was the first time for him, Song Ange, to take something so seriously since he was a child. Is it easy for him?

Therefore, no matter what, he was unwilling to be misunderstood by the Lord in front of him.

"I believe you have ghosts." He didn't know him yet.

"believe it or not!"

Who hasn't lost his temper, not only will he be angry, but he will also be angry, let's see who is more angry than whom!

"You wait for me." When little friend Song strode to the front, Qiao Peicheng realized that something was wrong with this little brat. "Where are your shoes?"

Walking around here with bare feet, not afraid of stepping on glass scum?At that time, he will have to go to school with a limp. Who is to blame? Does he not understand?

It's okay to sneak out to play, but you don't know how to protect yourself. Isn't this typical looking for scolding?

"No clothes!"

He didn't think there was anything before, but when it was mentioned suddenly, Song Ange gradually felt pain in the soles of his feet, very painful, and the pain made him feel wronged.

He can still be so confident and confident without wearing them, talking loudly, it's not that he doesn't give him shoes to wear, and he has the face to lose his temper at him because of his own guilt.

Qiao Peicheng's palm is about to move, can't this brat make him worry less?

"Don't leave me without wearing it, stand up."

Song Ange, who was in a small mood, refused to listen and walked away.

Seeing this situation, Qiao Peisheng raised his eyebrows.

He didn't believe that he couldn't control him today.

"Fuck, what are you doing?!"

The sudden weightlessness frightened Song Ange to say foul words that shouldn't be said, but neither he nor the annoying ghost paid attention to this now.

Because there is no center of gravity, his arms had to tightly hook someone's neck, and the whole person climbed on him, the knees subconsciously clamped the sides of his waist, and a certain place was firmly held by a pair of big hands, Keep him from falling.

"Hold you." It has to be said that the little boy is actually not heavy.

"Hold a fart! Quickly put...let me down." Song Ange felt that steam was rising all over his body. Is this posture of holding a baby suitable for a man who stands tall and upright?

Besides, there are so many people here, you may meet old acquaintances at any time.

It will kill people!

Then, he was actually let down.

He told him to let it go, really let it go?When did the bastard listen to him like that?

But it's not over yet.

"Come up."

Song Ange saw that the annoying ghost put him down, and squatted at his feet, beckoning him to go up.

He couldn't help but blushed and refused in a low voice. "No, shame on you."

What kind of words did the two men recite back and forth on the busy street?

"Then it's not ashamed to hold him." Qiao Peicheng made a gesture to stand up and continue to carry him away.

"Squat down!" Between being carried and hugged, he still chose the former, the latter was too exciting and he couldn't bear it at all.

The young man buried his head in the man's neck, and was ashamed to raise his head all the way. After a minute, he said sullenly, "Brother Cheng, where are you taking me?"

"Buying shoes, stupid." There are entertainment venues everywhere, but I really can't find a place that sells shoes, and I have to walk another street to see a department store.

Fortunately, there were not many people walking after leaving the bar street at this time, otherwise the two of them would definitely be watched.

For Qiao Peicheng, he didn't feel heavy when he carried Song Ange on his back, but it was really exhausting to walk, especially when the other party seemed to strangle him to death.

The bristly head kept rubbing against his neck, and he felt itchy, and he couldn't move his hands to scratch it.

"Didn't you come here by car? Why didn't you just drive home." Song Ange finally remembered this. The place they were just now seemed to be the place where the annoying ghost parked.

Qiao Peicheng, who was carrying someone back, stopped where he was when he heard the words.

Confused, he didn't think of driving here for a while, but how could he tell the idiot Song Ange about this kind of thing.

"Because it's your punishment." Lying was easy for him.

Believing it was true, Song Ange fell into a long silence, and slowly tightened his hands.

This bastard always wants to see his jokes, embarrass him, die!

"Don't make trouble." Qiao Peicheng shook his head and slapped his ass. "What good will it do you to strangle me?"

"No one will bother me anymore." Song Ange let go of his hand obediently.

Can't hold back, he has to do something else.

In the next second, someone gasped.

"Song-an-ge, are you a dog?"

Qiao Peicheng, who was bitten, immediately changed the posture of one of his hands, and twisted the soft flesh under his hand in retaliation.

The two naive ghosts hurt each other along the way, one didn't let go, and the other didn't let go.

Finally arrived at the mall.

Putting on the new shoes, Song Ange stepped forward and pushed someone who was going to the cashier to give money.

"I want to buy other things." He has no money with him, so he can only ask the bastard for it.

"Here." Hearing this, Qiao Peicheng randomly took out a certain card from his wallet and gave it to Song Ange.

What does this mean?The little boy blinked dumbly, he just wanted a few dollars.

Because no one answered, Qiao Peisheng looked up at him and explained: "The secondary card issued for you, the password is your birthday, as for the money... you can spend it as you like."

It wouldn't cost him much anyway.

He got a card for him a long time ago, but he just put it in his wallet and forgot. He just opened the wallet and saw that he asked for money, so he gave it to him.

Song Ange still didn't move.

"Don't tell me you don't even know the date of your own birthday." Do you have such a bad memory?Can't remember the phone number, can't remember the birthday is so short?

"You don't need so much, just give me ten yuan." Song Ange pursed her lips, wondering whether to care about money or his memory?

He used a card to swipe items that cost less than ten yuan, and there was nothing wrong with it. The idiot was really eroded by the evil money.

Having been raised by the rich for 24 years, Qiao Peisheng, who can buy everything by swiping a credit card, is once again despised by the idiot Song Ange, who is stupid and has many attributes.

"what do you want to buy?"

"Wet wipes."

"What do you buy that thing for?" Since when did this kid become refined?

"Disinfection." Song Ange said in a depressed tone.

He thought of the ear touched by Zhao Jianshui, and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub it, the more he rubbed it, the more vigorous he was.If he was not outside, he would have taken off all his clothes and pants, soaked them in water and washed them thoroughly, and he would never come out without peeling off his skin.

"Kissed?" Qiao Peisheng shrank his hand holding the card.

When he arrived, he only saw Zhao Jianshui squeezing his legs between Little Song's thighs and planning to poke his mouth.He thought that he had come in time, that this kid hadn't been taken advantage of, but now it seemed that he wasn't.

"No!" Song Ange was irritable, denied it, and frantically rubbed his ears.

With such a big reaction, he must have been kissed on the ear.

Song Ange was irritable, and Qiao Peicheng wanted to be irritable too.

This is his body, his soul, his Song Ange, and he was kissed by a man who plotted against him while he was not paying attention? !

In his opinion, kissing Song Ange = kissing Qiao Peicheng, can this matter be more fucked up!

Wouldn't this idiot just kick Zhao Jianshui's little jj?Such a big person has no basic sense of self-defense, and he doesn't deserve a fight!

After buying wet tissues, Qiao Peicheng, who was sitting in the car, wiped the ears of Song Xiaomei who was in the co-pilot with his own hands.

After a pack of wet wipes was used up, Song Ange's ears turned red a lot, but he didn't complain of pain, just sat and wiped it for the annoying ghost.

Even a little sweet in my heart?

Thinking of Zhao Jianshui's words, he was dizzy and swallowed carefully.

Maybe he wasn't... right?Did he really think that he shouldn't?

Seeing that the wet wipes were used up, Qiao Peicheng had to stop, and began to carefully look at the red ear. When he thought that this ear that once belonged to him had been touched by someone, the more he thought about it, the more he felt frustrated, and the more he looked at it, the more unpleasant it was. .

"It is said that saliva disinfection effect is good."

Little friend Song, who was doubting his own mind, just heard these words ringing in his ears, and someone lowered his head and "chirped" his rubbed red ear.

This time more than one ear was red.

Song Ange's whole body was stiff, and her fingers grabbed her clothes helplessly.

In fact... He doesn't really mind disinfecting other places in advance.

Little Song, who was ashamed by his own thoughts, quickly lowered his head, just wanting to bury himself in someone's arms and steam.

Qiao Peicheng, who always felt that there was nothing wrong with kissing himself, sat upright in the driver's seat and started the car.

"I have to take you home first to disinfect your whole body." Refers to taking a bath.He can cover up the ears with his own hands, but not in other places, it is better to wash them thoroughly.

In Song Ange's context, saliva disinfection = kiss, whole body disinfection = kiss all over the body.

He knew it was impossible, but he still couldn't help thinking about it.

grass!Just thinking about it makes me excited.

Dizzy, Little Song put on his seat belt, clamped his legs, and maintained a seemingly natural sitting posture.

It must be because he hasn't masturbated for a long time that the reaction is so big, and he must not let someone see his abnormality.

When the car drove into the spacious road, Qiao Peicheng turned his head and saw someone lying on the backrest sleeping soundly. He was immediately annoyed and funny.

Stupid Song Ange, can you be more considerate when such a fucking thing happened?

back home.

Song Ange, who was cleaned by someone in the bathroom without blind spots, silently picked up a pile of bubbles and put them somewhere to cover them.

Damn, your mother, this is more damn seductive than kissing all over your body!

"Young and energetic, I understand."

Qiao Peicheng, who was using the shower head to wash off the foam for the little kid, didn't care much, and his tone was flat.

Understand shit!

Can it do this without touching it?

Song Ange watched indifferently as the bubbles he used to cover were mercilessly shot down by the water.

"I don't mind if you solve it manually. It's just finished, and you should go to bed." Someone didn't realize that it was his own behavior that woke up little friend Song's gadget.

This old man's indifferent appearance immediately touched a strange and irritable point in Song Ange.

"You said it yourself."

Song Ange's emotions have been ups and downs in the past few hours, and his mind can no longer maintain a normal thinking mode.While solving his own problems manually, he stared at an idiot who was out of the situation.

The idiots always say that he is stupid, and he is the one who is obviously stupid!

"What have you been looking at me for?" Qiao Peicheng was surprised to see that he sprayed water on this stinky face that made him jerk off like he was going to the front line to die.

"Look at you." Song Ange groaned, his face watered.

"I do look good." In terms of thick skin, Song Ange will never be able to compare with Qiao Peisheng.

"Smelly shameless." Even though he said that, his eyes never left after his eyes stuck to someone's face.

"You masturbate slowly, I also want to take a shower." A certain person surnamed Qiao took off the clothes that had been soaked for a long time, and washed them in it for nothing, ignoring the excited kid beside him.

Song Ange's gaze successfully shifted from his face to other places.

I am!

A suppressed and refreshing muffled hum sounded slowly.

After Qiao Peicheng finished washing, little friend Song, who had already played happily, was sitting by the bathtub, hugging his knees and motionless.

Sage time?

He turned off the water and went to kick his legs.

"Go back to bed and sleep."

Little Song didn't move.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Peicheng thought that little friend Song was thinking about Zhao Jianshui, so he was depressed and fell into a state of autism.

After all, I regard you as a good brother but you want to do something like me, it may be a big blow to a straight man.

Zhao Jianshui may not be the person Song Ange cares about the most, but he is always the one who has fought and drank with him, so he should feel uncomfortable.

When he was Song Ange, if he knew that Zhao Jianshui had that kind of thought for him, he would definitely have suffered for a long time.

"Nothing?" Song Ange refused to look up.

"Need a hug?" Qiao Peicheng bent over and stroked his wet, less prickly head with the palm of his hand.

He has never been good at comforting people with words.He thought that giving Song Ange a hug would be much better than saying some bullshit to comfort her.

"Ah."

Song Ange, who was buried in his head, nodded, stood up by himself, stretched out his hand to stop Song Ange who was about to squat down to hug him, and hugged him himself, and the two limbs were very close.

The speed was so fast that Qiao Peicheng didn't have time to see Little Song's blushing face.He patted his back with the palm of his hand, tilted his head and kissed his temples to calm his emotions.

In his eyes, little friend Song is just a child who needs to be cared for.

Song Ange tightened his arms, rubbing his head awkwardly.

Cough cough cough...he didn't think about Zhao Jianshui at all, his mind was filled with the one he was hugging.As soon as he thought about it, he couldn't help wanting to kiss him skin to skin, the closer the better.

In order to cover up his eyes that revealed too much emotion, he just sat by the side without looking up, for fear of being seen.

She didn't want to leave, and didn't dare to look up at him.

It's over, the |desire|desire| he had for this person who is most likely to be himself seems to be completely irreversible.

The voice affected by the heat was nasal, and his voice was quite soft, "Brother Sheng."

"Ok?"

"Are you narcissistic?"

Qiao Peisheng had question marks all over his head, and responded, "Are you okay? It's a bit narcissistic."

Why do you ask about this?The image he established in the heart of the little kid is narcissism?

"I am also narcissistic, quite narcissistic."

This kind of dialogue, which was similar to confessing to each other, made Song Ange's lips raised, his eyebrows and eyes full of joy.

It's really cool to set people up.

Compared to caring about the little boy's inexplicable problems, Qiao Peisheng has a more important thing to pay attention to now.

"I think it's necessary to give you something to drink to reduce your internal heat. It's normal to be young and energetic, but it's not good to be angry frequently."

Song Ange suppressed his shame and pretended not to understand, refused to let go, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean?"

Song Ange, a kid who has never experienced anything, is like this, no matter how awkward he is about the things he clearly likes, he will insist on it.

Otherwise, what should I do if I run away?It's too late to cry.

Qiao Peisheng sighed: "You beat me."

What is going on in the mind of a kid who doesn't even have a girlfriend?He remembered that he was not so impulsive back then.

But at that time, Song Ange was faced with all kinds of bad things one after another, and it was normal that he didn't have the energy to deal with his physical needs.

Now Song Ange is living a happy life, there are no major worries, and it is not surprising that he has leisure time to solve physical problems.

He reckoned that when little friend Song graduated from high school and had a girlfriend in college, this situation of being unable to control himself should be somewhat alleviated.

It's a pity that he doesn't know that the little friend Song in his arms is starting to think about how to be Qiao Peicheng's boyfriend ♂♂♂ logically, and he is still basically sure that they are the same person.

Stupid Song Ange has never experienced the life that Qiao Peisheng has experienced. Now he is just a kid who thinks very simply and does whatever he wants. Naturally, he doesn't have special worries and cares about the feelings under many rules and regulations.

For him, Song Ange likes Qiao Peisheng = he likes himself.

People, always be narcissistic.

There's nothing wrong with being self-loving.

The author has something to say: This chapter is a two-in-one chapter, and I finally made up for the sudden updates _(:з」∠)_