Daydreaming About Me: 53. Daydreaming about me

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Insufficient subscriptions. Please clear the cache after replenishing the subscriptions to see the text. Exclusively published by Jinjiang. Mop No. 1 reacted quickly. The moment the pillow hit his face, he raised the cigarette far away. He raised his hand to block it, grabbed the wrist of the pillow, turned it around and hugged it into his arms. He put the cigarette into his mouth again with a solemn expression: "Good work."

Like a fool.

This second idiot looked like he didn't feel stupid at all. He couldn't wake up when he saw someone. He turned his head and waved with a smile. Matching his dreadlocks and big flowery arms, he had an indescribable ferocity: "Sister, I'm sorry, our boss is not in a good mental state."

"..."

Lin Yu was surprised and didn’t know why this man had a temperament that could make people think that "he was not in a good mental state" as if "he was mentally ill". She glanced at him and raised his head towards her warmly. Waving his hand, he glanced at the **** of the social guy named Shen Juan who was lying on the sofa sleeping as if he had passed away.

Don't tell me, it's quite sexy.

Lin Yujing made a rough preliminary judgment about these two people.

It doesn't look straight.

She nodded and said it was okay, I would just take a look and let him sleep.

Before he could say anything, Mop No. 1 was seen holding a pillow with one hand, putting his other hand on the edge of the sofa, and poking the sleeping irritable old man with his elbow again.

Shen Juan didn't sleep last night and went out again in the morning. He had just slept for a few hours and was in a state of deprivation, emotional instability and extreme irritability due to lack of sleep, when he was assaulted on the buttocks for the second time.

He let out an irritated and low "tsk" and couldn't sleep anymore. He turned over and lay flat on the sofa. He raised his hand and pulled off the blanket covering his face.

For a moment, Lin Yu was shocked to think that he would see a mop-head No. 4.

After all, a family should be neat and tidy. The dreadlocks and large tattoos on the arms, couple style, are a symbol of intimacy.

As a result, the dark gray hijab was finally pulled off by him, and the social guy revealed his true face. He was not social at all in appearance, and was not very close to his good **** friends.

He doesn't even look much older than her, he's still a social boy.

The young social brother's short black hair was neatly trimmed. He sat up with one hand on the sofa cushion, his head hanging down, his arms resting on his knees, and his sleeves rolled up, revealing a cold white and thin wrist.

He slowly raised his head, his dark eyes were long and narrow and slightly raised. At this time, his eyelids were drooped, exuding an aura of "I am not too impatient",

After Shen'er calmed down for about ten seconds, he squinted and looked over.

Probably he had just calmed down his anger, but he did not express his anger so violently that it shocked Lin Yu. He only frowned and yawned, then stood up and said, "Tattoo?"

The voice was hoarse and a little nasal.

Lin Yujing responded casually: "Ah."

"Where." Shen Juan turned around, picked up the blanket that had just been placed over his head, and casually placed it on the back of the sofa.

From the back, the legs are straight and long enough to make you want to whistle. The black clothes are a little wrinkled, and the edge is tucked into the waistband of the trousers, revealing a belt.

Lin Yu's shocked eyes glanced uncontrollably towards his nice-looking **** that had been attacked twice, and blurted out in a low voice and unconsciously: "This butt..."

The tone sounded like appreciation and sighing.

The air was silent.

Mop One, Two, and Three pressed the pause button again and raised their heads mechanically.

Shen Juan turned around and looked at her with a sleepy and indifferent expression.

Lin Yu was surprised to find that her voice was quite low, just the volume of talking to herself, but the room was so quiet that it actually seemed a little clear. She came to her senses the next second she spoke, and the other person turned around. She had reacted quickly, and even adjusted her expression when their eyes met. She blinked and looked at him quietly and innocently, seeming to be a little shy: "It's tattooed on-" She paused, looking very embarrassed, " Is that okay?"

Shen Juan raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

Did you see it?

Did you see it? How calm!

He is indeed a social man who has seen the world!

Isn’t it just a **** tattoo?

I have never seen such strong winds and waves! !

Since this cow has started, it is necessary and obligatory to blow it off. Lin Yu was startled and began to look through the pattern booklet and various pencil drafts scattered randomly on the long wooden table by the wall. Pretend to study what pattern to make.

After all, this irritable social guy has woken up, and she said "I just want to take a look, you can continue to sleep" to say that she might get beaten back.

"Hey," Lin Yu pinched a piece of paper with an extremely ugly jingle cat drawn on it. He didn't understand why there was such a random work by a child under ten years old among such a bunch of high-end and exquisite works, "This Doraemon is so cute."

Shen Juan had already walked over, and the curtains were drawn sharply. The area in the corner where there was a sofa for people to sit on was separated from the work area outside. He walked next to her and glanced: "Hello Kitty ."

"Huh?"

"This is Hello Kitty."

"..."

Lin Yu took a closer look, oh, it has ears.

Okay, hello Katie.

She laughed dryly: "Did a kid at home draw this?"

Chen Juan yawned again, his voice was pleasant, but his nasal sound sounded a little muffled: "I drew it."

"..."

Brother, don’t lie to me, right?

Tell me, are you really a tattoo artist with your painting skills?

Lin Yu was silent for a few seconds, then decided to change the angle: "Then, if the location of the tattoo is different, will there be anything different that needs attention?"

This question is reasonable and can never go wrong.

"Pain and maintenance are all different," Shen Juan stood leaning against the wall, dragging his voice listlessly, "If you believe in Feng Shui and numerology, then there is another explanation."

"Where does it hurt the most?"

"A place with thin skin."

"Oh," the little girl shrank her neck, looking quite scared, "Where is the least painful place?"

Shen Juan also noticed that this friend was too embarrassed to send him back just because he was awake, so he forced himself to ask casual questions without even thinking of turning on the computer.

He paused, looked at her straight for a while, and then said with a half-smile, "It's the place you want to tattoo."

Lin Yu was shocked: "..."

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Lin Yujing chatted nonsensically with Shen Juan for five minutes. He racked his brains and asked all the questions about tattoos that he could think of. He pinched his fingers and saw that the time was almost up. He was greatly relieved. tone.

In the end, there was no conversation between the two, and Shen Juan stood lazily against the wall. Lin Yu was shocked to feel his cold gaze.

She was too lazy to care.

When leaving, Mop No. 1 gave her a business card from the studio, asking her to come over when she was done thinking about it.

Shen Juan maintained that posture throughout the whole process, standing as if he was boneless, still looking too sleepy to open his eyes.

Jiang Han was just about to close the door when he turned around and saw him yawning and patted the door frame: "Did you steal land and mines last night?"

Shen Juan sat on the lazy sofa next to him and grabbed a dart from the table. He yawned again with half-squinted eyes and threw it at the black dart board on the wall on the other side of the room: "Life is not easy. ."

The green plastic darts were shoddily made all over, and there was a burr on the end of the plastic sheet. With a "whoosh", it flew across half the room and landed firmly on the dart board.

Jiang Han glanced at it. It was quite far away. He ran two steps over and saw clearly that the little dart landed on the small red bullseye without missing a beat.

"My Juanye is still awesome," Jiang Han said. It was not the first time he saw it, but he still found it breathtaking. It was far away and the light was dark. He couldn't even see clearly where the bullseye was from that position. Jiang Han turned around and closed the door, leaned over and whispered, "That girl just now is kind of pretty."

Shen Juan glanced at him and said nothing.

"Just, you know, that little fairy spirit on my body, it's different from the pretense outside, it's a real fairy."

Shen Juan's eyes paused in the air, and the appearance of the little fairy just now suddenly came to his mind.

She is good-looking, her legs are thin and straight, and her skin is white and translucent.

It is empty, there is nothing in the eyes.

When you look at him, it may be the same as looking at a stone on the ground. It is empty, with "I don't care" written on the left eye and "Whatever" written on the right eye. Together, it means "Who am I" and "I am". "Where?" "What the **** am I doing?"

A decadent girl with very confused emotions and no obvious loss.

In short, it is not as fairy as it looks.

Two seconds later, Shen Juan lowered his eyes again, not in a high mood: "Don't you just like the steampunk style?"

"What do you mean I just like the steampunk style?" Jiang Han said with a serious look on his face as he smoothed out his dreadlocks, "I appreciate pretty girls in all styles. The one just now was so cute, like she was doing it secretly A child who is afraid of being known for her bad deeds, I can hear her nervousness when she speaks."

Shen Juan raised his eyebrows and was noncommittal.

The more Jiang Han said it, the more he regretted it: "Why didn't I think of taking action just now? Why did I just give her the business card of the studio? I should have directly added her contact information privately. How pure and well-behaved, a well-raised child." Milk cat."

Chen Juan glanced up at him and repeated in amusement: "Good?" His eyes fell on the ugly Hello Kitty lying on the wooden table. It will leave you with no bones left."

Jiang Han felt that he was completely biased against other girls because her arrival disturbed his uncle to catch up on his sleep. He leaned to the side and said, "Brother Han is afraid of such an inexperienced little fairy when he flirts with her. ”

"Oh," Shen Juan stretched his long legs forward, tapped his index finger twice on the edge of the table, and said lazily, "Tell me."

As for the fact that a prominent figure like Uncle Shen was relatively famous in school, Lin Yujing had already expected it. After all, in his restless adolescence, he was still a social guy with such a face.

The problem is, there are so many high schools in City A, why is he famous in Class 20 of the Eighth Middle School.

Lin Yu was surprised to feel that sometimes it was hard not to believe in evil. She and Shen Juan were indeed destined. She had been in this city for a week and had met this man three times. She had met this man three times more than she had met her brother who lived in the same house. Even more times.

When she looked at him, Shen Juan also saw her.

The young man didn't seem to have much reaction. He only raised his eyebrows slightly and returned to his signature indifferent and sleepy look, staring at her with his narrow eyes.

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Five.

After watching for five seconds, Shen Juan yawned widely at her.

Lin Yu was shocked: "..."

Am I very hypnotic looking or something?

She rolled her eyes and turned away, deciding to turn a blind eye to this wonderful fate.

Liu Fujiang used to teach senior high school students in the north building. He lived in seclusion every day and never cared about anything other than lesson plans and classes. He also had no idea how young people nowadays go about killing and killing people on campus all day long. .

He didn't know Shen Juan, he just saw that the boy was neatly dressed in school uniform and spoke slowly and leisurely, which was quite likable.

Looking good, tall and thin, he looked a little lazy when he stood there with his hands hanging down, but his back was as straight as a bamboo pole, like a little man.

I just didn’t carry a schoolbag.

Huh? Don’t have a schoolbag?

Liu Fujiang said: "You're late. It's the first day of school. If you're two minutes late, you're two minutes late. It's okay."

Shen Juan bowed: "Thank you, teacher."

Liu Fujiang looked at him kindly: "What about your homework?"

"..."

Shen Juan was silent for two seconds: "I forgot to bring it."

Liu Fujiang: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Lin Yu was shocked: "..."

Brother, you know what you said makes people unable to accept it.

I just forgot to take it with me after finishing my homework all night long. You are too true.

Lin Yu was so startled that she didn't know what expression to put on. If it were her bad-tempered class teacher when she was in the attached middle school, the two of them would probably fight.

Fortunately, Liu Fujiang has a Buddhist character and is very willing to trust his classmates. He said that you would bring it tomorrow and let him find a seat to sit on. Shen Juan walked into the classroom and stood in front of the podium, scanning around. Find an opening.

After the liberal arts and sciences were divided into the second year of high school, the classes were re-divided, so now the students in the same class are basically half and half, some know each other and some don't, and the seats are all on a first-come, first-served basis, with two people per table. , four groups vertically and six rows horizontally, with a class of forty-eight people.

Shen Juan was the last one to come. Basically, the seats by the window and the back row were full. Right in front of the podium were good students who loved learning. Only the first row against the wall was left. There is a location, and there is another one next to it across an aisle.

Shen Juan picked the one against the wall, walked over and looked down at the boy sitting outside. His voice was calm and very polite: "Thank you, thank you."

Since Shen Juan came in, the group of people in Class 10 who were in full swing just now were like chickens whose throats were strangled, and there was no sound at all.

At this time, everyone's eyes followed, and they quietly paid attention to the big brother's seating ceremony. Even Liu Fujiang was infected by this atmosphere and stopped talking. Those people who are nostalgic in his teaching career He stopped talking about peace and just watched along.

Lin Yujing didn't know what was so good about this, but since everyone was watching it, she should watch it too.

Then, she saw the boy sitting outside, with everyone and Shen Juan looking at him, tremblingly taking out his schoolbag from the table, grabbing the water bottle on the table, standing up and walking over I sat down at the table next to me across the aisle.

Lin Yujing:?

Lin Yu recalled with surprise that what Shen Juan just said was indeed "Thank you, thank you." instead of "Go away, thank you."

So what kind of legend does this Shen Juan have in No. 8 Middle School? He scares you so much that you don’t even have the courage to sit at the same table with him?

Shen Juan didn't react at all. He went in calmly and sat down in the first row against the wall.

In the entire class, Liu Fujiang was probably the only one who felt that there was nothing unusual. He turned his head with great satisfaction, glanced at Lin Yujing, and finally realized that she had been standing here for about ten minutes, and said with a smile : "Okay, then Lin Yujing, you should go back to your seat."