Love Apartment: South Wind Passage

Everyone's attention was attracted by the listless and depressed Guan Gu. Youyou stepped forward and took Guan Gu's arm and asked.

"Guangu, haven't you finished your homework for the Chinese class? Why are you still looking so depressed now?"

"Don't mention it."

Guangu sat down on the sofa and explained dejectedly: "Actually... I still can't write that essay.

"But later, maybe my spirit moved God. Yesterday, a paper airplane actually flew in from the window and landed next to me."

"Paper airplane?" Zhan Bo's eyes suddenly burst out with dazzling light after hearing this.

Although he had given up the idea of ​​dedicating this poem to Wanyu as a Valentine's Day gift after being reminded by his elder sister.

But that half of the poem was also the first love poem I wrote for a girl in my life, and it was still very memorable to me.

Sekiya continued: "I opened the paper airplane and took a look and found a poem written inside, titled: "The Lonely Root Number Three"."

Yifei felt that the name of this poem was too nonsense, so she asked directly: "Are you sure this is a poem?"

Guangu smiled and said: "Actually, I'm not sure, but it looked very similar, so I copied it and gave it to my Chinese teacher."

Zhan Bo really wanted to know how he wrote this love poem, so he couldn't wait to ask: "Then what did your teacher say?"

"Failed."

Guangu's three words of understatement instantly made Zhan Bo's face collapse.

Wan Yu saw Guan Gu leaning on the sofa, looking very unhappy, and she comforted her: "Guan Gu, this may be some elementary school student's Chinese homework, so it folded into a paper airplane and flew around."

"that is."

Youyou gently patted Guan Gu's chest and comforted him: "It's okay. If you fail, just fail.

"Next time we write it ourselves, we will definitely do better than that primary school student."

"hehe……"

Zhan Bo on the side heard Wanyu and Youyou's words, and he was so aggrieved that he almost shed tears.

【I? Elementary school student? 】

[Are my love poems so bad? ! ! 】

Sekiya sighed, and continued: "Failing the homework is not the worst. What's even worse is that my teacher regarded my composition as a negative teaching material and read it aloud in class.

"One of my classmates from Jamaica posted my essay online in thirty seconds, and I'm going to be the joke of the entire internet."

"It's just a poem, how can it be so exaggerated?"

Yu Mo didn't believe that this poem had such a great influence. She took out her mobile phone and started searching.

"The lonely root number three... has been found!"

Yu Mo said excitedly: "Guan Gu, it seems that you are really going to be popular. This is the top ten embarrassing posts on Baidu Tieba."

"Let me see."

Yifei took Yumo's cell phone and read the poem in an ups and downs tone.

"I'm afraid that I will always be the lonely root number three.

"Why does my three have to hide under this ugly square root?

"How I wish I were a nine, because nine can escape from this cruel misfortune with just a few calculations."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The girls couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Zhan Bo listened to Yifei reciting the love poem he had written loudly, and he was about to collapse.

Especially when they started to comfort Guan Gu, they said that the poem was incomprehensible and made no sense. Someone must have written it to take revenge on society.

If Sekiya was allowed to write seriously, he would definitely write this guy ten thousand times better.

…

Zhan Bo sat aside, listening to their criticism of the poem in frustration, his whole body visibly stooped.

He buried his head lower and lower, and was so ashamed that he almost dug out three rooms and one living room with his toes on the ground.

Zhan Bo, who finally couldn't bear it anymore, took a deep breath and stood up straight:

"...You continue, I'll go find Nanfeng and the others."

As he spoke, he ran towards the billiards area of ​​the bar without looking back. After a while, he saw Nanfeng, Zhang Wei and Ziqiao playing pool.

Nanfeng wiped the club calmly. At Ziqiao's urging, he smiled slightly and leaned down.

In an instant, Nanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, held his breath and concentrated, his eyes fixed on the white ball on the table, his expression focused and serious.

"Look at me, a hole-in-one!"

With a shout from Nanfeng, the club in his hand stabbed straight towards the white ball.

In the shocked eyes of Zhan Bo and Zi Qiao, the white ball flew out in an extremely tricky parabola, hitting Zhang Wei's buttocks hard with his back to the south wind and greeting Zhan Bo.

"ah!"

Zhang Wei let out a cry of pain. He subconsciously covered his butt with both hands and jumped three feet high.

"Zhang Wei!"

Nan Feng only had time to stretch out a hand and shouted to Zhang Wei in a state of confusion.

Zhang Wei, who landed on the ground, turned around with his butt in his hands. He gritted his teeth and asked Nanfeng, "Which hole did you hit with this shot?"

"Accident! This is purely an accident!"

Nan Feng laughed repeatedly: "This is my first time playing table tennis. Is it understandable that there will be some accidents?"

Zhang Wei shouted out loud: "You call this a small accident?

"Thankfully I'm not facing you!"

When Zhang Wei said this, he felt a little happy in his heart.

Even if you almost get a "hole-in-one", it's still better than losing your descendants.

At least there is more meat on the buttocks, so it doesn't hurt much when it hits.

Ziqiao stood aside and said sarcastically: "Nanfeng, we have been playing this game of table tennis for almost an hour.

"Don't even mention scoring a goal. You haven't even hit a decent shot.

"Give up, you don't have the talent to play table tennis."

Zhang Wei also nodded and agreed: "Nanfeng, you are really scary when playing table tennis. Zhanbo is here, you should just watch the game."

"Tsk."

Nanfeng tsk dissatisfiedly, and seeing Zhanbo walking towards him with a depressed face, he patted Zhanbo's shoulder comfortingly.

When he was writing and reciting the song "The Lonely Root of Three", Nanfeng happened to hear it, so he also knew why he was unhappy now.

"Don't be sad, it's always like this the first time."

Nanfeng said self-deprecatingly: "If you don't believe me, look at me. Didn't I also fall to the point where Ziqiao laughed at me the first time I played table tennis?"

"Hey."

Ziqiao said unconvincedly: "What do you mean by falling to the point where I laughed at you? Can't I laugh at you?"

Nanfeng didn't bother to pay attention to Ziqiao. He handed the cue to Zhanbo and said: "Come on, find some confidence in the field you are good at."

[Nanfeng: I just can't figure it out. What's so fun about two people holding two sticks and taking turns to poke the ball into the hole. ]

[Nanfeng: I can't learn it, I can't learn it, let Zhanbo do it. ]

Zhanbo took the cue and glanced at Zhang Wei, who looked more depressed than Guan Gu: "Zhang Wei, you were just hit on the butt by the ball.

"According to the speed and quality of the ball just now, it shouldn't have hit you like this."

"He's not depressed about this. "

Nanfeng explained Zhang Wei's current mood in just six words.

"Xiao Li is getting married."

"Xiao Li?"

Zhanbo was stunned at first, then nodded with sudden realization: "Xiao Li is the girl you liked before, right?

"But you have become good friends with her, so what's there to be sad about?"

"I'm not sad, I have completely let Xiao Li go."

Zhang Wei's explanation only brought suspicion to Ziqiao and Zhanbo's faces.

"Really, I really let it go." He explained loudly again, "The relationship between the two of us is very good now, just like a family."

Zhanbo asked: "Then why are you still depressed?"

"...Nothing, Xiao Li just invited me to her wedding, and I don't know if I should go."

"So?"

Nanfeng still doesn't quite understand why Zhang Wei would be so depressed because of a small thing: "If you want to go, go, if you don't want to, just find an excuse to refuse.

"No one is forcing you to make a choice, so why are you so annoyed. "

"You don't understand. "Zhang Wei sighed, "Xiao Li invited me personally, I feel embarrassed not to go."

Nan Feng blinked: "Then go."

"But her parents were very nice to me before, and they treated me as a prospective son-in-law. I would be embarrassed to go there now."

"Then don't go."

"But Xiao Li invited me personally, I feel embarrassed not to go."

"Then go!"

"But her parents were very nice to me before, and they treated me as a prospective son-in-law. I would be embarrassed to go there now."

"Damn, it's another Mr. Zeng!"

Nan Feng cursed, he turned his head and looked at Zi Qiao: "Xiao Hei told me to be modest and not too happy or sad these days, Zi Qiao, you go, scold him to wake him up."

Zi Qiao snapped his fingers, he said directly: "Zhang Wei, is it possible that you are the only one here thinking about whether to go or not.

"In fact, for Xiaoli and her parents, whether you go or not is not that important at all?"

...

Zhang Wei felt like a straw man on Zhuge Liang's boat, being shot with arrows again and again.

"Okay, it's just Xiaoli."

Zi Qiao stepped forward and took Zhang Wei's shoulder: "Now it's almost Valentine's Day, I'm busy as hell, you can bear it for a few days.

"After Valentine's Day, we will be each other's wingmen to pick up girls.

"By then, let alone Xiaoli, even if it's Zhongli or Dali, I will help you pick her up."

Zhang Wei was stunned when he heard this: "Dali?"

"Da Li?"

Nan Feng frowned slightly, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Here it comes