[Inflammable and explosive cool guy is attacked by VS Baiqie Hei Xueba]
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On the first day Li Qingye reported to university, he heard that he had a "little husband".
Just when he was wondering which of his sisters had his little boyfriend and how he made such a fuss that everyone in his university knew about it, he looked up and saw the man approaching surrounded by everyone.
Seeing this walking label rack again, although the labels on him were updated, they still annoyed Li Qingye.
"Minister of the Student Union", "Three Good Students", "Excellent Student Representative", "Excellent Class Leader"...
Listening to others' introduction to him, Li Qingye's face became visibly stinky.
How does it feel to hear on the first day of school that the person you grew up with has become your twin sister's boyfriend?
Li Qingye said, today, right now, we will find the highest building in the school and jump together.
After Zhao Xu's parents passed away, he and his younger sister, who could not yet speak, lived a life of moving around many places and being dependent on others.
He was happiest only during the time at Li's house.
While everyone was polite, attentive and alienated towards their brothers and sisters, only the younger son of the Li family, who was about the same age as himself, maintained the most passionate dislike for him.
That kind of emotion was the only real feeling that Zhao Xu had when he was a teenager.
The boy's bulging cheeks, his aggrieved and angry figure after being educated, and his eyes that wanted to pounce on him and bite him to death at any time.
All sincere.
He liked them all.
After a few years, he saw that look again.
Still like it very much.
Later, Li Qingye was still very annoyed with Zhao Xu.
The warm chest that he came close to in the middle of the night bothered him and he asked tirelessly "Do you feel comfortable?" He bit his weak fingers and said he wanted to do it again.
"We haven't seen you for so long, why are you still so annoying?"
"Yeah, long time no see."
Purpose: What is it like to meet again the arch-enemy of your rebellious youth?