"Hey, this one is better than the one just now," Gu Yi commented seriously and offered his opinion, "But your smile is not sincere enough. You are only superficial now, and it is still a bit fake. Think of happy things."
He spoke eloquently.
"For example, getting the first place in the school, buying a drink and getting another bottle...Oh, these don't seem to be too happy for you."
"Then you think about sketches, cross talk, funny videos... No, you have to laugh more."
"Anyway, I'm just thinking of something funny."
"..." Song Yimian stopped smiling and kept a straight face out of habit.
Why does it feel like Gu Yi is teasing the monkey?
But when I thought that I had found him first, I had no reason to get angry after hearing a few words that I didn't want to hear.
Gu Yi grinned, showing his signature sunny smile. The eight neat and beautiful white teeth did not look so dazzling under the fair skin. "Look at me, you are smiling like this."
Song Yimian stared at Gu Yi's face for a long time, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly, but he couldn't reproduce that bright smile.
Two boys were in the same room at night, under such dim and atmospheric lights, one was sitting at the head of the bed and the other was standing at the end of the bed, smiling at each other...
How to explain this picture, how weird it is...
What's important is that Gu Yi, who was sitting at the head of the bed, was a little impatient. He raised his hand and slapped the unlucky bear lying on the bed. "You are smiling. There are no outsiders now. Why are you so shy and reserved?" Hold on!"
Song Yimian turned around and pulled up a chair to sit down. He turned on the big light in the middle of the ceiling. Every corner was illuminated. Gu Yi subconsciously closed his eyes.
The weird atmosphere finally dissipated.
Song Yimian's legs were hanging on the ground at 90 degrees, his hands were clenched into fists and placed regularly on his knees. His back was straight, about a punch's distance from the back of the chair.
Seriously, as if you were undergoing an interview.
The overly serious look made Gu Yi, who was paralyzed on the bed with his legs crossed and shaking, put down his legs in embarrassment and adjusted the collar of his clothes, "Ahem, is this, so grand?"
"You, you are serious." Gu Yi never expected that Song Yimian was serious about following him, so he was so shocked that he sat upright and panicked.
Seeing this familiar uneasy expression, Song Yimian raised one eyebrow warily and said, "So you were playing tricks on me just now."
A gust of wind blew unexpectedly outside the window, making the window glass seem to shake a few times.
"...No!" Gu Yi said harshly.
Now Song Yimian wanted something from him. Why should he panic? He had to build up his momentum first!
Whether he is playing tricks on him or not is not a matter of opening and closing his mouth.
"I'm serious!" Gu Yi wiped his face vigorously and put down his hands while pretending to be solemn, "Hurry up and learn, you can laugh how I laugh."
"Make sure it looks good."
As he spoke, he adjusted his posture and smiled again, but then quickly lost his expression, "Hurry up."
Song Yimian suppressed the embarrassment and tried to reproduce Gu Yi's concealed smile, but no matter how big the smile was, it could not hide the coldness in his eyes.
"..."
I don't know if it's because his expressions are pretty bland all year round, but it's hard for people to get used to it all of a sudden.
Gu Yi did not dare to look at Song Yimian all the time, for fear that he would accidentally laugh out loud, so he raised his hand to cover his eyebrows twice and said encouragingly, "Very good, you, practice a few more times on your own..." ...."
Song Yimian grimaced again, wondering if the expression he made was far different from what he imagined, "Is it that funny?"
"Pfft, hahahaha..." Gu Yi couldn't help it anymore and fell on the bed, rolling and laughing for a full three minutes before wiping his tears and stopping.
"Brother Mian, why don't you keep a cold face? Ouch, it's so funny."
When you have a cold face, you look like a stranger
Don't come in. Indifferent.
Who would have thought that when you smile like this, you will look so stupid and not very intelligent...
"It's getting crazy, I understand, but why don't we turn off the lights and go to bed? We have to get up early tomorrow." After Gu Yi finished speaking, he got into the bed cowardly, with only half of his head exposed, "I'm here to protect you, but I can't He said I can guarantee that you will learn it right away."
"According to your IQ, look for angles that make your smile look good. Practice more and you will learn to smile good in less than a week. Come on."
"Good night."
"Turn off the light."
After finishing a few sentences in a row, Song Yimian didn't even have a chance to interrupt, so he turned around and closed his eyes comfortably.
"..."
Song Yimian stood up angrily, moved the chair back, and put it down with force.
The bulging ball on the bed moved twice and returned to calm.
He complained to himself in his mind that he couldn't think of any reason to come to Gu Yi for advice. Wasn't he asking for trouble?
In this kind of leisure time, there was no serious word in Gu Yi's mouth.
Song Yi reluctantly walked to the full-length mirror, looked at herself inside, and took a deep breath slowly.
He wants to see how ugly he can look when he smiles...
He followed Yi Yi's demonstration and showed a smile that he thought was exactly the same.
"..."
In just half a second, he couldn't help but close his eyes and purse his lips tightly, not wanting to admit that the person facing him in the mirror with a silly smile was called Song Yimian.
"Hey hey hey..." A few faint chuckles came from the quilt, and the quilt shook violently. It could be seen that the owner was trying his best to control himself.
The window cooperated with the cold wind again and made a terrifying sound, which seemed to be in response to Gu Yi's smile.
The cold wind penetrated into the house through the cracks in the window and lifted up a corner of the curtains.
Song Yimian glanced indifferently in the mirror at the man behind him who was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep.
Look directly back at yourself.
He felt like he was really crazy.
Just because Tao You said, "You look good," he actually wasted so much precious sleep time, practicing his smile while listening to Gu Yi's nonsense.
And the same goes for the strawberry this afternoon.
Recalling this, the sour taste of strawberry filled his mouth again, so sour that he began to salivate crazily again.
What the hell!
'Snapped
Song Yimian slammed the switch at the door.
The room fell into darkness, and the cold moonlight poured into the room, illuminating a small area next to the window.
Song Yimian went to bed in the dark.
My sleep was not that peaceful. In my dream, in addition to stuffing strawberries into my mouth like a maniac, I also followed Tao You all the time and smiled at her...
Before five o'clock in the morning, I was frightened awake by myself in my dream, and I didn't dare to fall back asleep. I kept my eyes closed until the alarm clock rang.
As soon as he lifted off the quilt and got up, his feet had not yet put on his shoes. Gu Yi, who was on the bed opposite him, woke up with a half-dream and screamed, looking at the ceiling in shock.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Song Yimian put on his coat, turned on the bedside lamp, and stood beside the bed, looking down at Gu Yi expressionlessly with half-closed eyes.
Gu Yi wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, stretched out his hands from the quilt, and saw the familiar expression on Song Yimian's face.
.Ь.The man relaxed and exhaled, "Ah. I have a nightmare."
"Get up when you wake up." Song Yimian grabbed Gu Yi, who wanted to fall asleep again.
Gu Yi pulled the quilt hard with both hands and asked with lingering fear, "Brother Mian, you are still practicing. What did you do last night? Why did you laugh?"
"..." Song Yimian had not slept well because of this, so when he asked this question, he became even more depressed, "I won't practice!"
"That's good, that's good." Gu Yi sat up, but he was still huddled in the quilt. When he thought of the hanging man in his dream,
Song Yimian, who smiled like a devil and chased him with a machete, felt his heart tremble.
"Brother Mian, you are good like this, you are very handsome."
"Very unique!"
Gu Yi rubbed his face vigorously to wake himself up, and did not forget to flatter Song Yimian.
Little did he know that it was directly photographed on the horse's leg.
Song Yimian was particularly sensitive to the topic of laughter this morning.
"...Are you scolding me?"
"No! I complimented you on how handsome you are!"
"To be honest, you are suitable for the aloof male god route that very few people take successfully. You are not suitable for that kind of little puppy, and you don't pretend to be..."
"What little bitch? You called me a dog?!" Song Yimian threw the towel soaked in cold water on Gu Yi's face.
Gu Yi shivered from the cold, and sometimes felt helpless about Song Yimian's 2G internet speed, "I can't explain it to you, just wash your face...my cold male god... ..”
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The weather in the next few days will be particularly bright and warm, making people feel comfortable and not want to worry about trivial matters.
After hot searches on the Internet fermented day and night, this year's autumn league has become famous.
The organizer waited for a long time, was fully prepared, and gave explanations and results at the best time. Within two days, the matter was gradually forgotten by everyone. The hot searches on the Internet changed batch after batch, but it was to make money for the league. Due to its popularity, the number of real-time viewers of the online live broadcast reached its highest peak ever.
The auditorium was packed with seats. People with or without tickets, and those who were looking for tickets from others at the last minute, all wanted to come and take a look...
Those who did not have tickets or seats shamelessly stood in the open space next to the door. Several security guards rushed them many times before finally driving them all away half way through the morning game. They still took turns guarding the door with no worries. .Ь.
Perhaps it was because of what happened in the first two days of the game that the coaches from each school gave their players a hard beating. The games in the next few days were all very peaceful, and no player acted like a monster again, except for the occasional football incident on the field. There was a dispute over whether it was out of bounds.
Brother Braid and those other players from No. 13 Middle School never appeared on the playing field again.
As for Fujibashi Sixth Middle School, which appeared as a mysterious team, it only took a short day and a half from its absolute strength at the beginning to its final annihilation, and they didn't even have time to take a group photo of all the members at the scene.
Team members from other schools, whenever they met a player from Tengqiao No. 6 Middle School, their emotions were as high as if they had been shot to death, and they forced all the players from Tengqiao No. 6 Middle School to stop participating in the preliminaries.
Amidst the lamentations from netizens, Fujibashi No. 6 Middle School took the lead to check out of the hotel room, packed his luggage, and hurried back home in the afternoon after the preliminaries ended.
Brother Braid's second plan didn't find any news on the Internet, not even any news. I wonder if it was because Fujibashi No. 6 Middle School stopped participating in the preliminaries that his obsession also ended?
