Angel's friend passed the application a few minutes later. He looked at the wonderful name and sent a smiley expression.

Stir-fried lentils: That one?

k death l missed

Stir-fried lentils: Anh

K. Death L. Baby B. A.

Angel was trying to type, but when he looked at the string of words, he stopped and felt uncomfortable all over. He had an occupational disease. He saw such heavenly books or irregular punctuation and wanted to chisel the screen and change it. Moreover, he read it three times and recited it silently before he understood what the content was.

Stir-fried lentils: Can you change the font?

K death l drowsy, crazi

Stir-fried lentils: No, no, enough, too much, so i can't handle it

k death l Mangtai feed e, q kang searches for clam t yard

Stir-fried lentils: I can’t understand it, when will you change the words, let’s talk about them again…

K-death l-death scattered

Stir-fried lentils: It’s not that you have the energy, and it’s nothing to do, so I’ll treat you to a meal

K death l q, porridge ┙^h eat b ㋋ sperm o, sleep pyrikun

Stir-fried lentils: Can you do it anymore?

k death l misty hang lan Luo

Stir-fried lentils: No

Angel is telling the truth. He can't cook, so he can boil water and soak instant noodles.

When I was in elementary school, many classmates could help their parents cook some food and soup, but he didn't know how to do it. He hadn't even seen his mother cook much.

When he was hungry, he would snatch the mahjong table and say, "Mom, I'm hungry." Sometimes he could exchange for a few dollars to buy food. Sometimes he could exchange for another slap. Whether it was a money or a slap depends on the winning or losing of my mother's card table.

But even if he knows how to cook, he wouldn't be able to invite Na Chen to his place for dinner.

k death l dying l dying vain easy to miss

Stir-fried lentils:...Isn't this a treat again?

k death l ignorant ignorant chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic chaotic

Stir-fried lentils: I don't have the tools to cook

K-k-killing l-killing summer sledding and playing the trick

Stir-fried lentils: dormitory?

k Death L Bang Good Bo

Anhe was typing and asking about the secret base. Nachen said something to you to see, and then sent a video request to come over.

Angel did not answer immediately. He first looked down to see if he was not dressed, then turned back and looked behind him. After confirming that there was no decoration that could not be seen, he clicked the video.

After clicking it, he couldn't see clearly what was happening on Na Chen for a long time. It was dark and a swaying light faintly showed from the side of him. He took the headphones and put them on, and happened to hear Na Chen's voice: "Do you can't see it?"

"Yes," Angel said.

"Wait for me to turn on the lights." Na Chen said.

Two seconds later, the other side lights up and the picture becomes clearer.

Angel was stunned when he looked at Chen Guang's upper body. Chen seemed a little thin, but it was quite tight, and the lines looked very comfortable.

The video can only see his waist, with a tattoo on his waist, and Angel can't see clearly what it is.

Na Chen's body made his throat tighten for a moment, and after a while, he asked, "Aren't it cold?"

"It's not cold," Na Chen reached out and moved the camera aside, "See?"

Angel saw a small iron bucket with a beating tongue of flames. The flames turned the whole picture into a warm golden red.

"You're making fire like this in the house..." Anhe discovered that the background was not a regular room, "Where do you live?"

The background taken by the camera was black and very rough, and many places were a little uneven. It looked like a painted iron sheet. After Nachen turned the camera back to face him, Anhe saw two guitars hanging on the black wall behind him, and some paintings that were difficult to see clearly. They were hanging on the wall in a mess, and there were many graffiti of five colors and six colors on the black wall.

There seemed to be a bed in front of the wall, with quilts and clothes piled up, and it looked like someone was asleep below, and there was a slump stand next to it.

"I'll know when I come." Na Chen smiled at the camera.

This smile was very short, but the video was stuck, and Na Chen's smile was frozen in the picture for a few seconds.

Angel's interest in him that he had disappeared was rekindled again, and it seemed to be a little aggressive.

He leaned against the chair, stretched his legs and looked at Na Chen's collarbone: "Are you wearing nothing?"

Na Chen narrowed his eyes and didn't make a sound. After a while, he lowered his voice and asked, "Do you want to see?"

Angel's nerves were ticked by these two words. Na Chen lowered his hoarse voice and was filled with temptation. Angel felt that he had to do it on purpose.

"Whatever." Angel smiled.

"Will you be disappointed if I want to wear pants?" Na Chen said calmly without any expression. Before Anhe could reply, he suddenly pulled off his headphones and stood up.

Angel didn't expect him to be so straightforward. He looked at the Chen who was naked on the screen and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After Na Chen turned around and walked out of the video range, Anhe breathed a sigh of relief. There was only a strangely shaped black chair left on the screen. It looked like it was made of some parts, with a few cushions piled on it. It felt like sitting on it would be enjoyable.

When Angel was facing the chair, his mind was covered with the naked body, the suspected bed thing with clothes and quilts against the wall moved.

Anhe was startled and thought it was dazzled. Before he could take a closer look, the pile of things moved again, and then he saw that there was a person sitting up under the quilt and clothes pile.

"Damn." Anhe couldn't help but whisper, is this Na Chen's boyfriend?

The man sat up with a slept like Shamatt's hairstyle and didn't move, and was stunned at the black wall covered with graffiti.

After a while, Na Chen shook back in front of the camera, holding a can of beer in his hand, and was already wearing a pair of loose sports pants.

"There are still people there?" Anhe asked, and at the same time he saw clearly that the tattoo on Chen's waist was a scorpion jutting from his waist to his lower abdomen, and his writing was very delicate.

"Well," Na Chen took a sip of the beer, but did not look back, "Have you ever heard him sing?"

Birdman's lead singer Angel thought for a while, except for having a good voice, she had no impression of the person's image.

"Ah...sing very well," Angel responded, "Why do you do this first? Your friend is up..."

"Hmm?" Na Chen put down the beer can and looked at it. "Don't worry about him. He was kicked out when he quarreled with his wife yesterday and he would leave in a while."

Anhe breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, but because the conversation was interrupted by the lead singer who suddenly came out from under the quilt and clothes, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he didn't say anything and took a cigarette and lit it.

The lead singer had no communication with Na Chen. After silence for a few times, he put on his coat and left the video range. Anhe heard a clang from his headphones. It should be closed, but it didn't sound like that. He couldn't infer what kind of space Na Chen's "secret base" was.

Na Chen refused to say it in detail, and just said that he would know it after he went there. Anhe felt that although his personality was a little unreasonable, he was still a child at heart. A broken house could be sold for a long time, so he didn't ask any more questions.

After making an appointment for dinner on the weekend, Anhe got off the line and sat in front of the computer in a daze.

He felt that after he finished the video with Na Chen, he seemed to know what the source of loneliness that he could not resolve even if he had been slutty for the past period of time.

Na Chen is a type that he is very interested in in terms of appearance and body. After turning off the video, he has not been able to clear Na Chen's ** from his eyes for a long time.

I want to do this.

Anhe sighed, put his legs on the table, put his hand into his pants and touched it. His semi-inspired state made him feel a little lost, so he picked up the mouse and clicked it a few times, and opened a piece casually.

The headphones were screaming very vigorously, Anhe stared at the person on the screen, his hands didn't move in his pants. Even though he thought the people in the movie were so fake, he would still be excited by the tone of panting and moaning, but today it was different.

Suddenly I felt it was very boring.

After looking at it for a while, the part that I wanted to look up was lying down listlessly.

Angel tskated, turned off the film, and felt like taking a bath.

Since the New Year's Day holiday, many students have been unable to regain their hearts. They are still dying after one or two exams in the final exam.

Every afternoon when Anhe went to the classroom, he could see thunder sleeping on the table and couldn't wake up. However, what made him happy was that although ** was still a little careless, he never missed classes. Several other teachers reported that he had made a lot of changes.

"I'm thinking about winter vacation," Anhe held the podium with his hands and looked at the dying group of people below, "What do you think about? It's only twenty days off, and half of the time I was forced to clean up the house and buy New Year's goods by my parents and I had to pay New Year's greetings. If I fail the exam, you will feel uncomfortable for the rest of the time."

"Mr. An, you really hit people." A student lay down and said.

"Is this a blow? I'm thinking about the remaining days you have." Anhe smiled, took a piece of chalk and pressed it on the podium, and bounced it to the third row of Hu Yu who hadn't woken up since he entered the classroom.

The chalk head hit Hu Yu's nose accurately, and he jumped up from his seat and shouted: "Fuck me!"

"The ambition is quite great," Angel looked at him, "but if you continue to develop in your current state, you will think about it in your dream."

Hu Yu sat down in a daze when he laughed in the classroom.

"I have never been harsh to you. If you want face, I will give you face," Anhe waited for no laughter below before continuing, "But I want face, and you have to give me face. Don't look at me smiling at you all day long, I think I can still laugh like this when you make the countdown in grades."

Anhe closed the smile on his face: "Starting tomorrow, I will hear another teacher say that someone is distracted in class and talks in his sleep. I told you not to talk about this winter vacation, and you should not think about being at ease in the summer vacation in the future. If you don't believe it, try it."

When I walked out of the classroom, my cell phone rang. Angel took it out and looked at my mother's phone.

My mother calls him one more time all year round, but it’s less than five times. Generally, she will ask him to help after she has work.

"Mom." Angel answered the phone.

"Did your dad call you?" My mom still had a thunderous sound of mahjong.
To be continued...