Host, You're Targeted

Sheng Yinzhou got on the bus with a big bag of snacks named "care" that he had stuffed with Xia CI Feng. He found his position and sat down by the window. He gently pulled the hem of his cotton padded jacket and found that there was a small price tag on his cotton padded jacket.

He pulled the edge carefully and found that there was a huge ugliness on it, which was obviously the smiling face of Xia Cifeng style, and also wrote a line of small characters: exclusive to your brother Feng.

With a smile, he tore off the label and put it on the back of the phone, only to find that the white breathing light was flashing all the time.

There is an unread message, not the person he expected, but Xia Cifeng.

Xia Cifeng:

"puff"

Sheng Yinzhou laughs at the news on the mobile phone. This small group of children sitting at the table with his face tilted and his head tilted is just the wind of summer words.

If he didn't notice the little label on the corner of his clothes, he would not know what Xia Cifeng meant by "stamping".

But coincidentally, he noticed this small label, and knew at a glance that it was written by Xia Cifeng.

It must be that he asked the clerk when he went out to buy snacks for himself. When Sheng Yinzhou thought of this, he automatically put on Xia CI Feng, standing in front of the counter and smiling sweetly at Miss cashier, asked, "can I have one? One is good.

This little classmate

Just as Sheng Yinzhou was about to quit wechat, he found that a dialog box appeared under the lovely Tuanzi's expression.

Xia Cifeng: [I see "the other party is inputting..." Do you want to input any secrets? (secretly observe. JPG)]

"I see the punch you left." Sheng Yinzhou slowly input, "next time, can you just stamp?"

Xia CI Feng: [ 】

Xia Cifeng: [I suspect you are teasing me, and I have evidence. 】

Sheng Yinzhou slowly finds the question mark in the input method, clicks it and sends it again.

Xia Cifeng: [you say you want me to stamp you. Wow, you flatter me. (shyly covers his face, JPG)]

Sheng Yinzhou takes apart a piece of red tangerine peel and chews it slowly, and replies: "little friend, did you graduate from Lucheng opera essence junior high school? The play is over. 】

Xu Po and Zhou Tianshi are making eye contact, and they are both motioning for each other to take a look at Xia Zifeng, who is holding his mobile phone and does not speak. As a result, before the two of them have finished their communication, Xia Zifeng pinches his mobile phone and laughs.

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Sheng Yinzhou and Xia Cifeng had a chat all the way, and when they were about to arrive at the bus station in the neighboring city, they said goodbye to Xia Xifeng and put away their mobile phone.

He put on his woollen hat, took off the earphone hanging from his ear, slowly wrapped it into the compartment of his schoolbag, and sighed slightly.

The heat puffed on the cold window, showing a cloud of hazy edges, and then slowly faded away when no one noticed it, leaving no trace of existence.

After the bus arrived at the station, Sheng Yinzhou didn't feel the joy of coming home. Instead, because he was closer to home, he felt a sense of depression that forced him to gasp.

It's very depressing and uncomfortable. I hope there will be a sweet summer wind to tell him a cold joke.

Sheng Yinzhou was amused by this idea in his heart. He put on his hat and walked out of the gate of the station and casually found a restaurant to eat.

After a few minutes, the news of Xia CI Feng came again. This time it was really a cold joke.

Xia Cifeng: [my friend, I told you that I felt my feet were very sour when I was walking just now. When I looked down, I found that I had stepped on a lemon. 】