Shu Cheng suddenly shook his mind, and the corners of her bright red lips raised a wicked arc, and that middle-two teenager really grew up.

   "Orange." There was still a cynical smile in his voice, but there was no such innocence in his eyes.

  He learned to hide.

  He is the former buddy of the original owner, Zhou Yi.

   "How are you mixing now?" Shu Cheng put one hand in his trouser pocket, his dark eyes looked at Zhou Yi, and the corner of his mouth was filled with a seemingly non-existent smile.

  Zhou Yi’s eyes flickered, all alone, breaking the boat, many people living in desperate situations have such thoughts, but how many people can get ahead?

  This year, how many places he has mixed up, was insulted, insulted, and ridiculed, even now he can't get mixed up like this.

  It was also a year. In addition to seeing different people at school and becoming a worldly man, what else?

Perhaps he is no longer the one who brought a group of people to fight, lying in the hospital, squeezing a smile from his face and saying to Shu Cheng, "Orange, look, my hairstyle has changed, and my hair is dyed back as you requested. It's..." the person.

  Zhou Yi’s eyes are a little trance, and sometimes he really envy Shu Cheng, being able to live so radiantly and dazzlingly after losing his parents.

  Shu Cheng, would you still recognize him as a friend?

  Shu Cheng saw the meaning of Zhou Yi’s eyes, her red lips rose, and her thin lips lightly opened: “It doesn’t matter if your head is empty, the key is not to get into the water.”

   Zhou Yi looked at the boy's clear eyes, but his heart was shocked, but his face was still a cynical smile.

  This sentence was the same as before, and it made him understand a lot at the time. Now that the boy says the same thing, does he see his thoughts?

  The young man's eyes are like a deep pool, with a starting point ripples, his hands in his trouser pockets, the curvature of the corners of his lips rises as he always does: "Buddy."

  "Buddy." Zhou Yi smiled for a moment.

To be honest, Zhou Yi has been mixed this year can only be considered okay. He tried to become very strong when he was in the second year of secondary school, just like the protagonist of an online novel was stimulated and struggled with tenacious perseverance to rise to the pinnacle of life. He knew that those do not necessarily exist.

  Zhou Yi also had a lot of nominal "buddies" this year, but never had that person uttered the word "buddies" so that he was so relieved.

  Now Zhou Yi knows that buddies are not fighting together, but when you can no longer be with us, you still support everything and even get hurt.

  Yiqi is not a passion, but silently accompanies you to grow together.

  He is glad that he can meet such a buddy.

The teenager handed out a candy to Zhou Yi from the candy box, then took one by himself, looked at Zhou Yi's clothes, his eyes filled with disgust, and said, "I still refresh my lower aesthetic limit every minute, as always!" "

  Zhou Yi is quite open about what is being disliked. Anyway, it is not the first time being disliked. He looked at the candy handed over by the teenager. In his social etiquette, isn’t the thing generally handed out by cigarettes?

  Why is the juvenile sugar?

  "Want to drink later?" Shu Cheng raised his eyebrows, paying attention to Zhou Yi's expression.

  Zhou Yi smiled exactly like the teenager, "No, I just passed by and wanted to see your boy. You are getting better and better. You are such a weak chicken. My buddies always wanted to feed you before!"

  The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Am I so weak?"