My wife is a passerby villain

Yin Hang looked at the message sent by the other party and was a little confused for a moment.

The math paper and pen are ready. Where is your question?

Didn’t you already reject me?

He originally used two questions, but he got through it and it was over.

Where did this happen?

[Returning to the Other Shore: What’s wrong?]

[An An: I looked at your mobile phone photo album]

Yin Hang was stunned and suddenly remembered.

In order to confirm that An Tong is the An Tong in the book and not the same name, he took a photo and repeatedly confirmed her appearance.

Now that the other party has discovered it, it seems a little embarrassing.

However, since the photo was taken in a public place, it shouldn’t be too difficult for others, right?

If you really have an opinion, just delete it yourself.

Seeing that Yin Hang didn't reply for a long time, An Tong sent another message.

[An An: Can’t watch it? 】

[Returning to the Other Shore: Okay, ok, there are some scenery photos in it, which are pretty good. 】

How dare he not do it?

[An An: Don’t change the topic, do you like me or not?]

Yin Hang rubbed his temples helplessly, feeling that this last day was too difficult.

Although this is not the first time I have said it, I still feel quite ashamed.

[Return to the other shore: I like it.]

[An An: I don’t believe it, anyone who likes me is either mentally ill or blind]

Yin Hang is numb, are you scolding me or yourself?

And it's also inexplicably familiar.

[Yin Hang: Why did you say this? 】

[An An: You don’t need to comfort me, I know my own virtues]

[An An: You like Jiang Shiyun, why do you insist on getting me involved? It’s making me feel so uncomfortable now]

[An An: I will no longer care about your affairs, and I am too lazy to talk to you. You can delete me, I don’t care]

[An An: Before that, please explain clearly why you took my transcript and why you secretly took my photo]

An Tong's hands were shaking after typing these words.

If the other person really likes me, he doesn't expect the plot of a science fiction novel like rushing to school to confess his love, but at least give him a call, right?

You can also make voice calls using your computer.

No matter how bad it is,...

[Returning to the other shore: I’m sorry]

sorry?

Sorry for what?

Was I right?

No, I can't think nonsense anymore. I have to explain things clearly tonight, and then I can study with peace of mind.

An Tong shook his head vigorously and started knocking quickly with his hands.

[An Tong: I'm sorry for your size, I'm asking you why you want to shoot me]

Yin Hang wanted to apologize and cover up the matter.

If I had known better, I shouldn't have borrowed this phone in the first place.

As for the reason?

What's the reason for this?

You don’t want me to like you, you insist that I like your bestie.

Do I dare to like your bestie?

Not to mention that you will have the power of life and death over me in the future. Even your best friend can kill me.

I can only type this with a bit of resentment.

[Return to the other shore: The reason...you don’t let me like you.]

[An An: Let me, but I’ve already said it, I don’t believe it]

Then what are you asking...

Yin Hang was also helpless.

This logic makes me angry and I have no temper at all.

Now he can only hope that his mobile phone will run out of battery soon.

And An Tong continued to send messages.

[An An: I really want to fall in love, and I have a bit of a love brain, but I also know that I’m not worthy of it]

[An An: I have always been the worst in the class. For the past eighteen years, I have only had Jiang Shiyun as my friend. She only played with me because she took pity on me.]

[An An: But even so, I still keep causing trouble for her]

[An An: I’m not good-looking and have a terrible personality. I really can’t think of any other reason why a boy could fall in love with me except mental illness and blindness.]

[An An: But even so, is it too much for you to bully me like this?]

[An An: Why do you have to say that you like me? If you feel that I have harassed you and meddle in your own business, just scold me and tell me to get out.]

[An An: But you obviously don’t like me but you say you like me, why?]

[An An: Am I easy to bully?]

[An An: Can you just admit that you like Jiang Shiyun and let me give up?]

[An An: Let’s talk]

Yin Hang held his chair and looked at the chat bubbles that kept popping up, and subconsciously stepped back.

I always feel like something is not quite right.

what happens?

Yin Hang had never seen this battle before.

To be honest, there is a girl who has been chatting with me for such a long time. Although the process is very embarrassing, there is no red exclamation mark, and I am already very grateful.

Give up?

Why do you want to die?

roll?

Shouldn't I be told to get out?

This strong sense of déjà vu made Yin Hang a little confused.

[An An: answer the phone]

At the same time as this sentence came out, a voice call came to Yin Hang. After the window vibrated, he subconsciously chose to answer the call.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" An Tong's voice was intermittent, with a bit of a sniffling sound.

Only then did Yin Hang wake up a little.

"You cried?"

"No, the balcony is a bit cold."

"Okay, you put on some clothes first...I'll wait for you." Yin Hang didn't know what to say.

"Hmm...well, don't interrupt me, listen to me first."

"good."

"I just have one question... I know this is weird. We have only known each other for three days. I was the one who made trouble for you at the beginning. I'm sorry, but... I don't know what, but since you said you like me, my

My mind has been unable to calm down, and I cannot study well. I am panicking, but I can’t stop myself from thinking..."

"So, I plan to call you. I want to listen to your voice and ask you. No matter what your answer is, before the college entrance examination, I will believe it first, and then no one will tell me, and I will never match you up with you again.

Jiang Shiyun, if I see you, I will stay away and won’t disturb you any more."

"So, Yin Hang, do you like me?"

An Tong's shoulders were leaning against the cool wall, her hair that had not yet dried was pressed into weeds, her heart was beating loudly, and she didn't know what she was afraid of.

A moment later, a voice belonging to its owner came from Yin Hang's cell phone.

"Before the college entrance examination, I will no longer like you. After the college entrance examination, I will explain to you word for word and spend the rest of my life proving... I like you."

After An Tong listened, he suddenly sneezed.

"Hey, you were deceived." After Yin Hang heard a series of sneezing sounds, the other party said with a cry-like nasal voice: "I recorded it, now you have to like me even if you don't like me, hehe."

After An Tong finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Yin Hang scratched his head in embarrassment.

Recorded?

It doesn't matter, I don't care about the reputation during my student days.

only……

Does An Tong really like herself?

Impossible, unless you are blind.

I have worked hard for twenty-seven years, but I have not been able to meet a blind person, nor can I expose a blind person.

It had only been three or four days before An Tong destroyed his own eyes. It was impossible.

Yin Hang carefully looked through the chat history and saw that those words scolding him could not be connected with An Tong's carefree appearance in reality.

Just like those social terrorists who call themselves sociophobic, for them, this is just a persona used for chatting.

Yin Hang still smiled bitterly when he thought about this. After all, he had an inexplicable sense of identity with these words.

When I was in high school, let alone a girl who said she liked me, even if I tried to talk to myself, I would not think about it.

But I have low self-esteem and don’t even have the courage to reply.

Rumor has it that he has a withdrawn and aloof personality.

It's just that An Tong was faking the recording, but what he said was true.

Forget it, sleep, what does a little girl have to care about.

After all, there are more important things tomorrow morning.