After an unexpected reunion, Lu Xiaosheng was a little afraid of Mo Ziran.
The two were classmates in high school.
In just one month, the next three years were like fire and water.
What does it feel like to be hated?
Lu Xiaosheng was numb.
Because Mo Ziran would never hide his dislike for him.
But that was all in my childhood.
Seven or eight years have passed, and Mo Ziran is doing very well, and he is not bad either.
It's just that the road to love is a bit bumpy.
Fortunately, Mo Ziran happened to bump into him.
For that little bit of face, Lu Xiaosheng's mouth was harder than his fists: "Get out of here, don't be an eyesore in front of me."
Mo Ziran sneered.
Lu Xiaosheng couldn't stand it anymore: "Why are you laughing? You have no right to laugh at me. It's better for me to be cheated on by my girlfriend than for you to have no girlfriend."
Mo Ziran stared at him motionless.
Lu Xiaosheng was frightened by the sight and averted his eyes with a guilty conscience, but his attention was attracted by Mo Ziran's wallet placed on the bar.
For nothing else.
Why did Mo Ziran put his photo in his wallet?
If I remember correctly, it was the first monthly exam at the beginning of the new semester. He ranked third in the school in the monthly exam. In order to avoid being posted on the honor roll and affecting the campus image, the high school teacher took him to the barber shop to shave his head.
What's even more outrageous is.
Things started to get more and more outrageous from that day on.
Mo Ziran seemed to have pinned his WeChat account to the top.
Lu Xiaosheng:......?
His photo was placed beside Mo Ziran's bed.
Lu Xiaosheng:......?
Mo Ziran could easily tell his birth date.
Lu Xiaosheng:......?
Mozi was poisoned.
He actually hid his clothes!
Intention: I will hold an umbrella for you on rainy days
