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Chapter 8: One Arrow, Two Eagles

"........."

Fu Yuan was tactically silent.

Song Qingxu, who couldn't wait for a response after speaking for a long time, had to shut up and wait for the next one.

Song Qingxu suddenly felt that his behavior seemed to be asking for comfort, and he said uncomfortably: "It's actually nothing."

Fortunately, Fu Yuan did not let the awkward atmosphere continue, and a clear voice came through the earphones: "I can probably understand your bad mood."

"Although I know there is such a thing, but before it happens to me, no one can really empathize with it."

"Now it happened...to your sister. I think your mood as a brother may be worse than this kind of thing happened to yourself."

Fu Yuan paused for a moment, "But I can't really do anything to him...Even though the Internet is not illegal, things like this spoil other people's mood and make people unhappy, but..."

Hearing that he said several "buts" in a row, and finally couldn't think of words, Song Qingxu smiled softly.

Knowing that he couldn't see it, Fu Yuan couldn't help but blush, and started to stammer again.

"I'm sorry... I, I don't know what to say..." to relieve even a little bit of depression in your heart.

"But! But... I know that kind of thing, that kind is just... oops!" Fu Yuan beat his head angrily.

Song Qing Xu breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't help but raise his tone of voice: "Thank you. I was really comforted."

Not because of what you said, but because of the way you said it.

"You are not obliged to listen to my complaints. I told you out of nowhere. If you left a burden in your heart, then I will be to blame." Song Qingxu couldn't help joking.

Fu Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and also raised his emotions: "That's also my fault for being aware of the details. I found out that you are not in a good mood all at once, and then I came to condolences to people from our sect."

"A member of our sect?" Song Qingxu thought about this sentence for a while, and always felt that it didn't sound very pleasant to his ears. "Why don't you call him another name? This doesn't sound good."

Fu Yuan was stunned for a moment, what does it mean to say it doesn't sound good?What kind of sound is good?

Thinking of this, Fu Yuan also asked: "Is there anything nice to listen to?"

"It's nice...but, even what you said isn't quite right."

Song Qingxu choked, and couldn't think of anything nice to hear for a while, so he switched the method smoothly: "Do you have to care about the mental health of every sect member, Lord Master?"

Fu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, probably knowing what he was implying, but he didn't know what he was implying, so he asked back with a spirit of curiosity: "Then, student, why do you think I should care about you... Uh, What about mental health?"

Song Qingxu quickly answered, "Because you are a good person."

"........."

Fu Yuan: "You are playing with me!"

Who wants a good card!

Song Qingxu laughed happily, and hurriedly appease the person who was teased by him: "Hahaha, no! No, no!"

When Song Qingxu stopped laughing slowly, Fu Yuan said indifferently: "Isn't he a good person? I'm sorry, I didn't get any comfort."

"No, student Fu Yuan, please listen to my explanation." Song Qingxu became serious, "What I really want to say is, do you think we are friends now?"

Fu Yuan's mind followed him to a big turn, a little confused: "Friend?"

Before Song Qingxu could speak again, a vague voice came from the earphone, "What friends, we are brothers!"

Song Qingxu: "..." Was that Gao Shubao just now?

"Didn't you say that you want to go on a date while there is no class in the afternoon! Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't go, sister-in-law will be angry because you are late!" This is Fu Yuan's voice with disgust.

"Damn it! I forgot to check the time!" Then there was a burst of ghostly crying and howling that belonged to Gao Shubao's style.

Then there was a scene of chaos, mixed with the exclamation of the three boys and the sound of things falling to the ground, which made Song Qingxu's scalp numb.

In the end, Gao Shisi shouted: "Gao Shubao, pack your socks for me!!!"

Wow, this wonderful college dorm life.

Song Qingxu waited patiently for the other side to calm down, and then said leisurely: "Senior Gao Shubao is very energetic."

Fu Yuan's voice showed helplessness and exhaustion: "I would rather he didn't deserve such a compliment."

Song Qingxu couldn't help laughing, "Gao Shubao, the senior of the living treasure, is quite interesting."

"No, he's not, he didn't." Fu Yuan denied, "It's not interesting at all, we are the ones who suffer."

"Fourteen really likes to be clean." Fu Yuan paused, and said a little relieved: "Thanks to him, I can barely control the interesting student Gao Shubao, so that our dormitory will not count down every time we check the sanitation."

Song Qingxu heard that he deliberately emphasized the word "interesting", a little funny: "Life is colorful, isn't it?"

"Okay, that's fine." Fu Yuan refused to continue arguing with him on this issue, and chose to compromise: "You won, and you were right."

Song Qingxu cleared his throat, and picked up the interrupted topic: "Brother or friend? Friend is brother?"

"Ah?" Fu Yuan was confused for a moment, unable to realize what he was talking about.

"Are we friends?" Song Qingxu repeated patiently.

Fu Yuan remembered the interrupted topic: "Friend, it's already done." His tone was taken for granted, and he asked: "Otherwise, we'll be a target?"

"No, let's say goodbye." Fu Yuan thought of something and couldn't help shaking, "The picture of calling each other brothers is too scary, I don't accept it."

He added: "For unreliable so-called brothers like Gao Shubao, one is enough, and I can't stand a few more."

Song Qingxu's smile hidden in his plain tone almost turned into substance: "That's...well, my friend."

"My friend, your school's forum has been very active recently."

"Huh?" Changed the topic all of a sudden, Song Qingxu didn't realize it: "What forum? Why is it active?"

He couldn't laugh or cry, "Why do we jump up and down when we speak, we can't keep up with our thoughts."

Fu Yuan only brought up this matter on a whim, and explained: "The campus forum of N University, isn't this a new school grass selection? I heard that it's very lively recently. Gao Shubao goes to spy on the screen every day and talks with We gossip."

N big forum?Song Qingxu was a little confused. He hadn't looked at the forum since school started for so long, and he never remembered that there was such a thing as a campus forum.

"...I don't know, and I haven't heard it from my roommate." Song Qingxu complained funny and embarrassed, "Why do you feel that you who are an S-year-old know better than me, an N-year-old..."

Fu Yuan was also surprised, and then sighed helplessly: "Well, who would let us have a person who likes to join in the fun?"

He suddenly remembered that Gao Shubao ranked them on the list of popular science, he said "hey", and said suspiciously: "But you also occupy a place on that list? Top ten!"

Song Qingxu was dumbfounded: "Me? I didn't sign up for it?"

Another suffocating silence was his answer.

Fu Yuan: "I believe you really don't know, and I also guess that you don't know how to read posts on the forum."

Although what he said was true and his guess was correct, Song Qingxu still felt hurt inexplicably: "...Why do you say that? Am I very out of touch with the trend of the times?"

"Don't you? Are you not very out of date?" Fu Yuan asked bitterly, "Do you think that the forums of all schools are as lifeless as our S University? No! The forums of N University are open every day. There are a hundred schools of thought contending and a hundred flowers blooming, so there is a lot of daily traffic, okay?"

"And you!" Fu Yuan said almost incredulously: "You actually think that you need to sign up for the selection of school grass? Sign up?!"

"…………what."

Song Qingxu felt that there was a lot of silence in the process of connecting wheat today, which almost overwhelmed the fragile straw in his heart.

"I plead guilty." Song Qingxu's voice sounded pitiful: "I should read more forums... and talk less about the mentally retarded."

Today's experience told him that more words are more mistakes.

He looked very talkative, but Fu Yuan felt like he was bullying a woman from a good family, and felt strange in his heart: "...you talk to me well."

"Who uploaded my photo on the forum? Was it a sneak shot?" Song Qing Xu Zhengse said, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the forum to check it out. It doesn't matter if you are selected for the school draft, but I can't allow my ugly photos to spread on the Internet!"

Fu Yuan had nothing to say, Mai continued to connect, and also turned on his mobile phone to browse the campus forum of N University.

The selection of school grassroots is still a big deal among a bunch of trivial things. Fu Yuan just swiped and saw the blue title, and clicked in.

Now the activity has reached a feverish stage, and everyone is now voting for the top ten to select the new school draft.

"No. [-], Song Qingxu, School of Art and Design..." Fu Yuan read aloud, and couldn't help but click on the photo to think about it.

The photo is indeed a candid shot, but the quality is not bad, not high blur.

The angle is a bit funny, looking down. In the photo, Song Qingxu propped his face with one hand, his elbow seemed to rest on something, and there was a slight smile in his eyes, as if he was talking to the people around him, but he The person next to him only showed half of his face, which was still a bit blurry.

Fu Yuan didn't have the habit of staring at other people's photos, not to mention that real people are much prettier than the photos, and it's not like he hasn't seen real people before.

Just as he was about to exit to view the original picture, Fu Yuan suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The mysterious boy who only showed half of his face looked a little familiar.

Fu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Familiar red tables and chairs with backrests, Song Qingxu's familiar jacket... and the "same style" down jacket worn by the mysterious boy!

"Song Qingxu!!!"

Song Qingxu, who was suddenly named, had just turned to his own ranking, and asked "Huh?" in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"Did you see that photo?!" Fu Yuan's voice was mixed with shock and imperceptible anger, "Why was half of my face cut off?! Why didn't I make a mosaic?"

Song Qingxu clicked on the photo while listening to "It's too much!" from the other side of the earphone.

He was also shocked: "Why did you make me look so ugly? Is my face so fat? Didn't it mean that girls now know how to take pictures? Are they trying to blackmail me?"

Hearing his four consecutive questions, Fu Yuan suddenly calmed down a little, and even wanted to laugh.

Although I showed a small part of my face, I didn't get the whole picture after all, so I don't have to worry about becoming a black history... It's just a little uncomfortable in my heart.

The harm of killing two birds with one stone, the person who took the photo is a talent.