I’m Always the Villain

When Sang Jiuchi came out, his cell phone just turned off automatically due to the lack of power.

F001 jumped around in his mind, [Master host, it was Zhou Ruoqing's phone, which rang all morning. 】

Sang Jiuchi wiped the water droplets from his hair with a towel, [Look at his remorse and love. 】

F001: [Zhou Ruoqing's love for the host is 30, and your regret is -40? Um? Why did I suddenly increase my love value by 30 in one night? 】

Sang Jiuchi looked contemptuous, [Because of being cheap. When you get it, you don't know how to cherish it, and when you don't get it, you always scream. 】

Sang Jiuchi charged the battery and went to the computer to open the school forum.

This Saturday, there are no classes.

Everyone close to home has gone home, and of course someone like Sang Jiuchi who is in charge of the school can't go anywhere.

The original owner kept his schedule full, practicing dancing in the morning, working part-time in the afternoon, and studying and preparing the thesis in the evening.

The time line is full.

The original owner has been self-sufficient through scholarship and part-time work since he grew up. Sang Jiuchi looked at the original owner's account, and there was less than 10,000 yuan left.

so poor.

Sang Jiuchi opened the school forum and found the person he was looking for without rummaging.

"Look at the walking hormones! Chino God started dancing! 》

Sang Jiuchi opened this post and clicked in, and the purpose was the picture of the video freeze.

The man in the video is turning his back to himself. He is wearing a black vest and practicing dance clothes. His strong back is bent into a sharp shape, and his arms are stretched upwards, like an eagle soaring and spreading its wings.

The photographer used a high-definition camera to shoot. In addition to seeing the tight lines on Chi Ye's body, even the sweat beaded out at a glance.

It is estimated that because of the long practice, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his back.

Sweat stuck to his back, giving him a smooth and bright white feeling, and his already vigorous posture was even more wild because of the embellishment of sweat beads.

Sang Jiuchi swallowed and clicked on the video.

With the cancellation of the triangle icon, the originally still picture moved.

It was as if the eagle on the edge of the cliff finally saw its prey, and at that moment, the entire ocean was surging.

With the rhythm of the music, Chi Ye jumped out of the perfect movement.

Take off, raise your hands, land your feet, spin.

Everything is so perfect.

After the song was over, Chi Ye picked up a towel from the stretcher and wiped his sweat.

While wiping, he frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with his dance.

Sang Jiuchi held his head, watching with great interest.

As Chi Ye raised his hand to wipe, the messy hair fluttered with sweat beads, bringing out a wild and untamable feeling.

Sang Jiuchi sighed while admiring his lover's dance, "Beauty is beautiful. 】

F001 is unclear, so [Isn't it perfect? 】

Sang Jiuchi shook his head, "It looks good, but it's a robot dancing. Dancing is not just movement, but also the burst of soul. Chi Yekong has action, but lacks the emotion in it. 】

No wonder his lover later withdrew from the dance world and did not have any higher attainments in the dance world.

I am afraid that the lover also discovered this problem of his own, and quit after he could not correct it.

Sang Jiuchi stretched out his bright red tongue and licked it on his soft lips, a strange light flashed in his eyes, [Of course, it's not that there is no cure, he needs a teacher. 】

F001 always felt that the host's eyes were like an eagle staring at a rabbit, [Teacher? 】

Sang Jiuchi: [A teacher who can release all his soul. 】

Sang Jiuchi turned on his phone and sent Chiye a WeChat friend request.

The reason for the application is: your dance problem is very big.

Ten minutes later, Sang Jiuchi's friend application was approved.

Chi Ye's dialog box immediately replied:

who are you?

Sang Jiuchi tapped the phone screen:

I'm Sang Jiuchi from the second grade, your senior. I was looking for a partner for my next dance and saw your dance video on the forum and was very interested in you.

But there is still something missing from your dance, I hope I can help you.

Sang Jiuchi stared at the screen and found that Chiye's dialog box kept prompting "inputting..."

A few minutes later, Chi Ye's message was sent again, with only three words: Hello, senior.

Sang Jiuchi laughed out loud.

Soon he continued to tap the screen quickly: Did you find your problem?

Chi Ye: Only action, no emotion.

Sang Jiuchi: I can let you release your feelings.

It's a long "inputting..."

Sang Jiuchi was not in a hurry and waited slowly.

A few minutes later, Chi Ye sent it again: Thank you, senior.

Compared with Chi Ye's hesitation, Sang Jiuchi replied in seconds every time: No thanks, let's meet? I'm at school now, where are you?

Chi Ye: I didn't go home this week, I was in the dance studio.

Sang Jiuchi started to put on his coat: Which room? I am coming to you now.

It's a long "inputting..."

Chi Ye: 1103.

Sang Jiuchi was about to send "see you later", but the phone screen suddenly flashed, and then everything on the screen showed "Zhou Ruoqing is calling."

Sang Jiuchi switched the screen to Chiye's interface again, replied "see you later", and then switched the screen back to Zhou Ruoqing's phone.

Zhou Ruoqing's voice was a little hurried, but he tried his best to appear gentle and gentle, "Sang Jiuchi, this is not a joke."

Sang Jiuchi replied while putting on his clothes, with a lazy tone: "No kidding, we have only been dating for a few days anyway. And you said before the relationship, as long as one party proposes to break up, the other party must accept it."

Zhou Ruoqing choked.

At that time, he did say such a sentence, and the purpose of what he said was to prepare for the whole body to retire later.

I just didn't expect that I haven't retreated yet, and Sang Jiuchi retreated first.

Obviously the day before yesterday was fine, Sang Jiuchi couldn't just say goodbye.

Could it be that the three of them saw that they were about to win, and stumbled on themselves behind their backs?

Zhou Ruoqing frowned and was a little unhappy, but across the phone, his voice became more gentle: "What happened? Did someone tell you something? Jiuchi, didn't I tell you, you can tell me anything, I am willing to face everything with you."

Sang Jiuchi was putting on a coat. He wore a close-fitting jacket at the innermost side, and a white button-up Chinese-style stand-up collar long shirt on the outside.

The underside of the shirt was not tucked into the pants, but hung loosely outside.

Another set of light coffee-colored pants and light-colored sneakers.

Satisfied looking at the cold and arrogant Chinese dress in the mirror, Sang Jiuchi put on a trench coat and walked out.

As he walked, he held the phone and said, "Didn't I say, you are so boring. You can't do anything but comfort me. I'm tired of you in just a few days. Goodbye, ex-boyfriend."

Sang Jiuchi hung up the phone and walked to the dance studio humming a song.

The National Dance Department of Art University is second to none in China. Not only the teachers here are the best teachers, but the hardware conditions are also very good.

Sang Jiuchi kicked the pebbles under his feet while facing the teaching building.

Kicking and kicking, someone suddenly blocked his way in front of him.

Sang Jiuchi raised his head and saw Zhou Ruoqing's slightly anxious face.

Zhou Ruoqing seemed to be in a hurry, his shirt was wrinkled and his hair was curled up a few times.

Today is the weekend, and this is a very remote road, and there are not many people around.

Zhou Ruoqing was not afraid of being discovered, and dragged Sang Jiuchi to the side of the stone corridor, shaking Sang Jiuchi's shoulders at a loss, "It can't be just because it's boring, why? I'm not reconciled, you have already promised me , why did you regret it again?"

Sang Jiuchi stepped back and broke free from Zhou Ruoqing's hand. His eyes were slightly cold, but there was something broken in the depths of his eyes.

Sang Jiuchi took two steps back, his eyes flickering to the side.

After taking a deep breath, he said coldly, "If you don't break up now, are you still waiting for you to humiliate me tonight?"

Hearing this, Zhou Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, "What are you talking about."

Sang Jiuchi's lips curled into a wry smile, "Zhou Ruoqing, although I am poor, I am not cheap. Let's end your game with the rich."

Zhou Ruoqing's eyes changed.

Soon, he put away the previous rush, and his eyes gradually became cold, "When did you know."

Sang Jiuchi pursed his lips and said nothing.

Zhou Ruoqing asked again, "Did the three of them tell you?"

Sang Jiuchi still didn't speak.

After no need to act, Zhou Ruoqing was completely impatient. He grabbed Sang Jiuchi's wrist and pushed him against the wall.

Suddenly, the expression of Sang Jiuchi, who was originally very cold, changed.

His eyes suddenly became clouded with mist.

His red, thin lips parted slightly, and a thin mouthful of mist exhaled from his mouth.

That look...

It seems to have been hit abruptly.

Zhou Ruoqing was stunned.

Sang Jiuchi is not short, about 1.8 meters tall.

But because he danced a slender dance, the whole person looked very thin and slender.

And because he was leaning against the wall, Sang Jiuchi, who was not short at first, seemed a little short.

Zhou Ruoqing grabbed Sang Jiuchi's wrist with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other hand.

He lowered his head and looked down at Sang Jiuchi, and saw that a different kind of spring love gradually appeared on his always aloof and arrogant face.

The slender peach blossom eyes suddenly took on a charm, and even the cold-looking mouth heated up.

Zhou Ruoqing has always looked down on Sang Jiuchi.

In Zhou Ruoqing's eyes, Sang Jiuchi is a bamboo pole.

Not only thin but also long, holding it in his arms is useless except for meat.

His favorite was Lin Fu, who was soft, petite and cute, just right in his arms.

But now he saw that it was Sang Jiuchi's never-before-seen expression, but he suddenly became short of breath, and there was even an unspeakable scream from his body.

Zhou Ruoqing knew that it was desire.

Zhou Ruoqing was taken aback by his own reaction.

He actually had a desire for this boy he hated because of a simple expression?

Zhou Ruoqing threw Sang Jiuchi's hand and took two steps back in disgust.

This is impossible, how could he have desires for this kind of bamboo pole, he only likes the fleshy and lovely Lin Fu.

Zhou Ruoqing looked at Sang Jiuchi in a panic, his eyes full of surprise.

Sang Jiuchi leaned against the wall and took two deep breaths, in an indifferent and alienated tone, as if the two were just strangers, "Don't come to me in the future."

Saying that, Sang Jiuchi left without looking back, leaving only Zhou Ruoqing who was in a daze.

Zhou Ruoqing stood under the corridor for another five minutes before finally suppressing the winking Sang Jiuchi in his mind.

He looked at the direction Sang Jiuchi was leaving, and sounded what he said just now about breaking up.

For some reason, there suddenly seemed to be less lumps in my chest.

Zhou Ruoqing rubbed his face irritably, and when his hand was close to the tip of his nose, he suddenly smelled a fragrant smell in his nose.

The smell was nothing at first, but when I smelled it again, the lingering lingering never faded, instead it became stronger and stronger.

Zhou Ruoqing looked at his hand with a stupid expression.

The hand that gave off the smell was the hand he held Sang Jiuchi just now.

Then the smell in the hand is also from Sang Jiuchi?

In his mind, the appearance of Sang Jiuchi appeared again.

He controlled himself not to think about Sang Jiuchi, but his body couldn't help but put his hand under his nose and sniff it again.

This time, the taste was even stronger than before.

Sweet, seductive, with poppy allure, and sweet like a red apple.

With the first time, there will be a second time, and the taste is getting sweeter and sweeter, so sweet that he can't stop.

Zhou Ruoqing stared at the direction Sang Jiuchi left, sniffing the scent of his fingertips, and left silently.

On the other side, F001 is actively reporting the tension: [Master host, Zhou Ruoqing's love for you has reached 50! Regret has reached 0! What exactly did you do? 】

Sang Jiuchi: [I used the charm skill to hypnotize him, and he should have a sweet smell in his hands now. 】

After F001: [What taste? 】

Sang Jiuchi: [The smell of pheromones emitted from the female worm in estrus. I charmed him twice, once to change his sense of smell, and once to make him smell pheromones all the time. 】

F001 swallowed.

The reason why the Zerg of the Interstellar Plane can reproduce in large numbers is nothing more than crazy mating. And it is the estrous pheromone that the female worms spill out all the time.

That smell strongly stimulates the male worms to reproduce tirelessly.

To the males, it tastes like an addictive poppy, once you eat it, you can't get rid of it again.

Addicted.

They go crazy for the female worm.

Unless it is the overflow of the female worm's own straight pheromone, as long as the pheromone is on, the male worm will reproduce tirelessly until the moment of exhaustion.

And now, the host has actually used this kind of thing on Zhou Ruoqing?

F001 can almost imagine what kind of tragic ending Zhou Ruoqing will have in the future.

I want Sang Jiuchi, but I can't.

The feeling of scratching his lungs is still haunting him every day, and it is getting stronger and stronger every day.

The pain will only continue to increase, and it is miserable to think about it.