When I clicked on an email from an unfamiliar mailbox, I didn't think much about it. After all, there are not a few students who change their mailboxes every year.

The email has a fairly large video file, I downloaded it and opened it, but the content of the video is very different from what I thought.

Chapter 40 Stupid and Innocent

The light is dim, and the camera flickers, pulling from high to low.

Shang Muxiao and Zhou Yanyi appeared in the picture, with a huge projection cloth behind them. Not far away, you could see young men and women gathered together with microphones in twos and threes. Looking at the decoration, this should be a KTV.

"He wants to unspoken rules for you?" Zhou Yanyi took a sip of whiskey, his face stunned, "Beida doesn't look like that kind of person?"

"Then do I look like a liar?" Shang Muxiao turned the ice ball in the glass, his eyes were heavy, and it seemed that just mentioning this matter made him lose his appetite.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but there's no reason to say it. Beijiao looks like asexual. I'm shocked when you say that he likes women, not to mention men like you."

Shang Muxiao raised his eyebrows: "What happened to me?"

Zhou Yanyi looked him up and down: "You're too easy to mess with hahaha."

The camera shakes, as if the photographer couldn't help but laugh.

Shang Muxiao rolled his eyes, put down the cup in his hand, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one of them, and bent over to light the lighter on the coffee table.

With a "pop", the red flames twisted twice, and soon disappeared again.

The white smoke slowly drifted away, and the camera zoomed in at this time, and a close-up of Shang Muxiao's well-defined profile was taken.

Shang Muxiao took a deep breath and let it out slowly. During this period, he glanced over here, facing the camera, but quickly looked away and didn't say a word to the photographer.

"Then let's make a bet?" With the cigarette between his fingertips, he turned to look at Zhou Yanyi.

The camera zoomed out a little further, including Zhou Yanyi again.

"What are you betting on?" Zhou Yanyi asked, putting down the wine glass on his lips.

Shang Muxiao thought about it and said, "I bet whether he likes me or not."

Zhou Yanyi couldn't help laughing and laughing: "Why, you have to sacrifice your color to let him dive? Okay, if you can catch Beibei, I can say whatever you want."

When Shang Muxiao heard this, his shoulder blades trembled slightly, as if he was amused.

"It's not easy to chase him? Look at him like that, he must be very lacking in love. As long as you give him some warmth and sunshine, he will obediently come to my hand."

His face was no longer facing the camera, and there was no way to know the expression on his face when he said this, but judging from his voice, he was quite certain, as if he was already winning.

Zhou Yanyi shook his head and said, "Don't talk too hard."

Shang Muxiao didn't care: "What are you betting on?"

"Just bet..."

The video ends abruptly here, and the screen falls into darkness.

I held my phone for two minutes before slowly putting it down.

It turns out that liking is also fake.

Thinking about it now, when he suddenly approached me and pursued me, he was always weird.

Even more confused, I held my forehead, trying to sort out the matter.

It all started from that misunderstanding. I wanted to give him a chance to not fail the course, and asked him to come to the office, but he thought I was going to dive into him, and the two broke up. After the mutual aid group goodbye, his attitude began to change.

Since then, has he been figuring out how to get me obediently into his hand?

Lack of love... So that's how he sees me.

After chasing me, why continue to be with me? He has already won, whether it is for me or Zhou Yanyi, he can remove his pretense from then on, and laugh at my overreaching as a winner.

Why don't you break up, why make me fall deeper?

I tried to think back, thinking about everything that happened after we were together, and suddenly remembered the quarrel not long after we agreed to date. The week-long Cold War caused by Yang Haiyang.

Yes, we should have ended there.

No matter how you think about it, it's already "the end". But he suddenly changed his mind and came to apologize with a gift.

If he is with me, it is not because he "likes", then he finds me to reconcile, nor is it because he is unwilling to part with me...

I thought he was too young, too young to know how to properly handle his emotions and manage a relationship. But what if he never thought about running a business? Because I don't like it, I don't appreciate it. My existence is just a means for him to stimulate his family. Or even more unbearable, it can also be used to retaliate against Yang Haiyang and me...

While thinking about it, the phone suddenly rang, and I snapped back to my senses. Seeing that the caller was Director Dong, I pressed my heart and reached out to connect.

"Hey……"

"Hello? Beidou, Happy New Year." Director Dong's voice sounded a little out of breath, as if he was recovering from a serious illness, "That's right, I have something to trouble you..."

It turned out that last New Year's Eve, their family was eating out, and they didn't know which dishes were not fresh. Eight of the ten relatives on the table had diarrhea. He himself even vomited and had diarrhea. He was diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis. The hospital is overwatered.

Coincidentally, on the third day of junior high, he had to go to other provinces early in the morning to attend a philosophy lecture. The itinerary was set early in the morning, and it was really inappropriate to release the organizer's pigeons, and they might not be able to find a rescue guest during the Chinese New Year. Director Dong thought about it, and wanted to ask me for help to attend the lecture for him.

"I asked the organizer. It's okay to change people. They are even more happy to change you. After all, you rarely attend lectures in other provinces. It's up to you now. If you're not free, I'll ask others."

It's just to attend the lecture. I'm alone, and there is no difference between the New Year's Day and the usual one. Besides, Director Dong has treated me well these years, and if I can help, I always have to help.

"I'm free," I said. "You can ask the organizer to contact me. I can go."