[BL, MTL] The Delicate Beauty Gets Hounded by the Paranoid (Quick Wear)

Chapter 29: Beauty and the Beast (3)

As night fell, the dark shadows of the trees moved with the wind.

Song Yanchen dragged his bulky body through the night, then squeezed into an alley, and finally returned to the house he hadn't seen for a long time,---------Song Yanchen's parents were abroad, and he was the only one at home.

He inserted the key into the door lock and turned the switch. As soon as the door was opened, a gust of damp and cold air seeped into Song Yanchen's skin.

There are too many things that happened today...

Song Yanchen couldn't even digest this huge amount of information.

At this moment, he felt as if an iron needle had been pierced into his temple, sending out a warning in his skull, and his veins twitched.

Fu Luyuan...

Song Yanchen outlined the name stroke by stroke in his heart.

Could it be that he was dazzled...

Song Yanchen put his schoolbag on the shelf, took off his shoes and stepped on the smooth ground barefoot, walked slowly forward, and then began to hypnotize and self-suggest to himself from the bottom of his heart .

The more he thought about it, the more headache Song Yanchen felt.

Too tired...

Song Yanchen decided to take a shower first, don't study today, go to bed early.

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen began to take off while walking before entering the bathroom. Anyway, he was the only one at home, so he didn't really care about these details.

As the shower washed down like ocean waves, a silent black figure squeezed in from under the door without making a sound.

The black shadow moved up slowly along the wall, like a creeper growing wantonly in the darkness, and slowly climbed to the highest point, staring condescendingly at the white figure in the bathroom.

Song Yanchen felt as if he had been suddenly frozen by ice water. He gasped and shivered all over his body.

He touched his arm with goosebumps, and glanced behind him, his ears were gradually turning red, and even his pretty almond eyes were full of naive and soft moisture.

Strange...

just now he had the illusion of being touched by someone...

Maybe it was a lesson learned from the day's tricks. For a while, Song Yanchen's mood sank again, and he rinsed the foam with water casually. She wrapped herself in her bathrobe silently and ended hastily.

Song Yanchen is very thin and his skeleton is not fully developed. The bathrobe wrapped around his body gives him the impression of a child stealing an adult's clothes. The oversized neckline reveals his slender and porcelain-white neck, which is as fragile as a Fragile crystal.

The hair that hadn't had time to dry was still dripping with water, and fell into the depths of Song Yanchen's collarbone along Song Yanchen's superior cheekbones and mandibles.

Song Yanchen raised the hair dryer, pointed the hot air at his wet hair, and dried it.

The hot wind blows the young man's broken hair, and his already fair cheeks slowly turn crimson because of the heat. It looks like an unripe red apple waiting to be picked.

Suddenly, the suppressed murmur quietly echoed in the air, lightly dreaming with unconcealable emotion, but it was perfectly concealed under the noise of the hair dryer

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Song Yanchen walked out of the bathroom, brushed his hair briefly with both hands, and his whole body was limp bones, sinking into the sofa weakly and weakly.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he stood up again dawdly, reached out his hand to dig in his schoolbag, and took out the mobile phone that was pressed at the bottom after a long time.

After picking up the phone, Song Yanchen lay back on the soft and fluffy sofa again.

Perhaps out of some indescribable premonition, the moment Song Yanchen got the phone, he clicked the phone page into the school's confession wall again.

---------The result was very disappointing, the entire account was blocked directly, and even all the dynamics posted in the past were completely deleted.

Song Yanchen's heartbeat is still a little faster at the moment, and he has a very absurd and bold idea that is constantly fermenting.

He always felt...

that corpse found at school this morning...could be Fu Luyuan.

Everything was too coincidental...

Once this terrifying thought appeared in Song Yanchen's skull, he flinched in terror, his hair standing on end.

Because if this is true, it means that what I saw in the past two days was not human at all...

Just thinking about it, Song Yanchen's expression became a little short, and his breathing rhythm began to fluctuate.

But his rationality kept pulling him back on the edge of his delusions.

How could there be such living dead in this world?

Thinking about it this way, Song Yanchen's beating heart barely eased.

But without a definite proof, Song Yanchen's restless heart could never find peace.

Suddenly, Song Yanchen had a flash of inspiration, as if he had thought of something, and slowly opened the school post bar, he planned to see if anyone was discussing it, and maybe he could get some useful clues.

[The trumpet broke the news! 100% authentic! The body found in the school today is actually...]

Song Yanchen just clicked on it, and saw this fascinating title. His right eyelid twitched slightly, and he quickly opened it. Want to find out.

But Song Yanchen, who was immersed in his own world, didn't notice at all that the sofa beside him seemed to be sitting on some heavy object, and it sank down for no reason. Even the incandescent lamp in his room flickered twice at this moment for no reason.

And behind his elongated shadow on the ground, a new black shadow slowly condensed. The black shadow hugged Song Yanchen's shadow like a treasure, and his movements were soft and delicate, with a hint of entanglement.

[First floor: Laughing to death, caught a gossip dog, was I tricked into killing it? 】

The reply below is full of wailing and cursing.

Song Yanchen's heart sank just now.

What's going on...

How can so few people know about such a big event...

Song Yanchen couldn't help but sigh.

Just when Song Yanchen was about to switch back to the homepage, a brand new reply immediately attracted his full attention.

[Floor 36: Why are there so many fishing posts? I'm an insider, so I'll just say it, the one who died was the recognized school bully in the third grade of high school, the one with yellow hair, I won't say the name, everyone understands, I will delete this comment in ten minutes, everyone don't Screenshot, I don't want to get in trouble. 】

Song Yanchen was taken aback, and quickly glanced at the posts on this floor.

[Floor 1: Catch an honest man. ]

[Floor 4: woc, it turned out to be him! How did he die? ]

[Floor 10:.......It's him...he deserves his death...]

[Floor 12: Silently give a thumbs up to Floor 10. ]

[Floor 18: This building is popular science for passers-by. The school bully is called Wang Keyu. ]

[Floor 27: How do I remember that this school bully has several younger brothers? 】

[Floor 28: Reply to the upstairs, yes, but not from our school, from the high school next door, that's right, I'm talking about that high school that's only a few hundred meters away from our school (Death Smile.jpg)]

[... ......]

Song Yanchen's head was buzzing as he watched the numerous comments.

After repeated confirmation, Song Yanchen turned his phone down and breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he was thinking too much...

Song Yanchen reached out and touched his slightly hot cheek.

He said how could there be ghosts in this world?

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen was even more convinced that he must have gone wrong at the station.

Maybe it's just that the other party is running fast, so why think about ghosts and gods? Isn't this scaring yourself?

The more Song Yanchen thought about it, the more he felt it made sense. He managed to convince himself and tampered with his 'memory', and his restless heart was relieved by this 'perfect' answer.

As the dusk fell, Song Yanchen, who had been tired all day, was suddenly overwhelmed by drowsiness. In just the blink of an eye, his eyes became dizzy, and the drowsiness rushed towards his whole body like a tidal wave.

Song Yanchen closed his eyes slowly, and couldn't help but relax his body, sinking deep into the sofa, like a Sleeping Beauty who had died of sleep, so quiet that one couldn't bear to break the beauty in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, but the curtains in the room fluttered silently in the absence of wind, the moonlight outside the window squeezed into the room, and the faint light slowly shone on Song Yanchen's whole body, as if coating his outline. layer of light.

At the same time, Song Yanchen's already loose bathrobe slipped off inadvertently, revealing his fragrant shoulders slightly, like cold and sweet milk ice, making people want to take a bite.

What a picture of a beauty falling asleep.

A black figure began to silently materialize, slowly hugging Song Yanchen, who had fallen asleep, into his arms......

The body is so soft

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next day, the sky was sunny and the sun was shining.

"Classmate Song, do you know this question?"

The girl sitting behind Song Yanchen lightly poked Song Yanchen's back with her hand, her face flushed slightly, and she handed the test paper to Song Yanchen with a heart full of thoughts.

Song Yanchen was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't refuse. Instead, he carefully explained the ins and outs of the whole question to the other party, and helped the other party sort it out by analogy.

The girl took a deep breath and nodded gratefully, "Thank you."

As soon as the girl said 'thank you', Song Yanchen inexplicably thought of the boy named Fu Luyuan saying 'thank you' slowly .

When speaking, it is like a snail that has been slowing down, and stutters.

As soon as this idea came up, Song Yanchen couldn't control himself and shivered for a while. He didn't know why he thought of the other party again, so he quickly pressed his temples to calm down his emotions again.

But once this year popped up, Song Yanchen's thoughts drifted uncontrollably to this mysterious boy.

Strange...

how come he has never heard of such a character in the third year of high school.

And...

Song Yanchen pursed his lips.

It stands to reason that he looks so special, shouldn't he be very impressive?

Why does he have no impression at all? Never heard of it?

Song Yanchen's thoughts were chaotic, and his brows were furrowed uncontrollably, as if he was trapped in a certain emotion and couldn't extricate himself.

The girl next to him seemed to see through Song Yanchen's preoccupation, put down the test paper, and said considerately, "Song, what's wrong with you? Is there something on your mind?"

Song Yanchen waved his hand and was about to shake his head, when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed the subject and asked back The other party asked, "Do you know Fu Luyuan from Class 3 and 4? He has burns on his face." The

girl obviously didn't know each other. As soon as Song Yanchen finished speaking, her expression froze, showing a blank state.

Seeing this, Song Yanchen lowered his head in disappointment, and couldn't help but sigh.

The girl seemed to think of something suddenly, and hurriedly said, "I have friends in Class 4, I can ask for you."

Song Yanchen was startled, his brows were slightly raised, and his face showed joy, "Really? Thank you. The

girl blushed and nodded affirmatively.

In fact, Song Yanchen himself didn't know why he was interested in such a strange person, obviously he didn't usually gossip like this.

Just as Song Yanchen was dreaming, the door of the classroom was suddenly opened, and a boy walked in suddenly, as if he had eaten something astonishingly big, with a mysterious expression, but the pride in his brows and eyes was clearly that he wanted to hurry Share it with everyone.

"Let me tell you, the college next door also found a dead person this morning, so it's safe to be ripe." When the

boy said this, the whole class was shocked, and the terrified sighs immediately reached the peak.

Dead again?

Or the school next door?

For a moment, all the students in the class showed panic, and a creepy fear suddenly climbed to the top.

Some female students even cried in fright on the spot.

This is not a question of whether people will die or not at all, but a question of security.

Those who died were all students, and everyone was afraid that this unexpected disaster would suddenly befall them, and they would become tomorrow's next dead body, and finally become someone else's after-dinner conversation topic.

Maybe it was accidental that only one died, but now two of them died, who would not panic?

Song Yanchen's face turned pale immediately, looking around, almost everyone showed a state of panic at this moment.

It was the monitor who took the lead and suddenly yelled, "What nonsense are you talking about? Don't let this rumor spread, it will scare everyone."

The boy who was refuted was obviously dissatisfied, and said stiffly, "I didn't spread rumors, what I said is all the truth."

Song Yanchen pressed the location of the headache, not daring to think about it.

During this period of time, he couldn't leave school at the end, he had to go home early.

While Song Yanchen was thinking about it, he faintly felt that a pair of hands suddenly attached to his stinging temples. Song Yanchen's whole body trembled, he was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look behind him again.

unmanned.

Song Yanchen took a deep breath.

This is the first time that he wonders if he has persecution paranoia.

Song Yanchen tried his best to calm down, and decided to go to the toilet to wash his face and calm down.

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"... ..You, okay..."

Song Yanchen buried his head and washed his face when he was trembled by the hoarse and deep voice behind him, so frightened that his whole heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He turned around hastily, and suddenly met a pair of dark and insatiable eyes.

The boy was wearing the school uniform that Song Yanchen gave him, as if he had put on an ill-fitting autumn coat, and his whole body was squeezed under a tight-fitting dress, looking extremely weird.

Song Yanchen froze, and the water stains that hadn't been wiped off slowly rolled down his forehead and rolled into Song Yanchen's neck, outlining a perfect arc.

The boy stared closely at Song Yanchen's neck, his eyes darkened slightly, and an incomprehensible emotion flashed in his eyes.

Song Yanchen swallowed, apparently he didn't expect to meet him here.

His body was a little stiff, and he hid and hid to the side inexplicably with some fear, as if trying to reduce his sense of existence, "...you, hello..." The

boy looked down at Song Yanchen as if he couldn't see the embarrassment in Song Yanchen's eyes. Glancing at the school uniform on his body, the corner of his mouth slowly pulled out a faint, seemingly indifferent arc, "...Thank you, thank you, your clothes..."

Although Song Yanchen successfully brainwashed himself that the other party is not a non-human But it doesn't mean that he is not afraid of the other party, so much so that he wants to run away immediately when he sees the other party.

Seeing that Song Yanchen was about to run away immediately, the boy stared at Song Yanchen, suddenly opened his lips, and called out to him, "...Let's go, after school, can we still be together?..."

Song Yanchen's heart suddenly As if being accurately sniped, the footsteps he was about to take suddenly froze in place, and he turned back to look at the other party again.

The boy's slender eyelashes curled with light and shadow, spreading a faint shadow under his eyes, his expression was calm, his eyes were wet, like a puppy who was desperately waiting for his master to feed him, he looked very pitiful.

This was the first time that Song Yanchen stared at the boy's face so carefully. In his impression, the other person was a strange man with a ferocious face and scalded scars all over his face.

But at this moment, Song Yanchen suddenly discovered that the other party's facial features were very three-dimensional, and his figure was also very slender. In addition, the boy is not as scruffy as yesterday, so the whole person feels, except for his face is a bit strange, and his clothes are small After a few yards, the temperament of the whole person suddenly improved several levels compared with yesterday.

Song Yanchen even had an inexplicable feeling that maybe when this boy's face was normal, his facial features should be pretty good.

Song Yanchen looked at the boy's pitiful expression, and became a little soft-hearted again.

"...Then you wait for me on the second floor..."

As soon as the words finished, regret rushed into Song Yanchen's brain.

Strange, he was clearly prepared to stay away from the other party, why did he agree to the other party again?

Hearing Song Yanchen's answer, the boy grinned, showing a slightly ferocious smile, "...well..."

At this time, Song Yanchen suddenly realized a strange question, and he blinked in bewilderment. He blinked and asked, "Isn't your class on the second floor? Why did you come to the fourth floor?" The

boy's expression remained unchanged, and his movements could even be called clumsy.

He slowly took out a new handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly handed it to Song Yanchen, "...for you, here..."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Song Yanchen would dislike him, the handkerchief in the boy's hand It's even wrapped in a clear gift bag to make sure you don't get tainted.

"...Give it to me?..." Song Yanchen looked at the boy's sincere and well-behaved expression, feeling a little hot for no reason.

He is so suspicious of the other party...the other party is still so intentional.....

The boy looked at Song Yanchen and nodded lightly, his expression looked very serious, "...I hope, you like..."

Song Yanchen took it The boy handed over the gift, his face was still very hot, "...Thank you..."

In fact, there are really very few people who use handkerchiefs. What a coincidence, Song Yanchen is one of them. Even when he first used it in class, others thought he was a jerk.

In fact, not only boys seldom use it, but also girls, he has never seen anyone using it. This little habit once made Song Yanchen feel very ashamed for a while, because he is also a collector of handkerchiefs.

"...You, as long as you like it..." The man smiled, obviously still grim, but Song Yanchen read a bit of shyness and shyness from it.

Song Yanchen looked at the other party, and for a moment felt that the other party was not as strange as he thought, he was clearly someone who wanted to be friends with him seriously.

On the contrary, he has been speculating maliciously...

For a moment, all of Song Yanchen's confusion was forgotten by him, and he fully approved of the other party. He felt a little bit guilty.

"Then...."

"...I'll see you after school," Song Yanchen smiled and waved at the other party, turning around slowly.

"...Okay..." The

boy stayed where he was, quietly staring at Song Yanchen's leaving back, his gaze could hardly contain the overflowing love and obsession...

I don't know how long it has passed , until Song Yanchen's back completely disappeared, the boy disappeared suddenly out of nowhere like a wisp of black smoke, as if he had never appeared before.

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After school.

Song Yanchen hurriedly packed up his desk, planning to go back early.

"Student Song."

The girl behind Song Yanchen patted Song Yanchen on the back lightly.

Song Yanchen turned around strangely and looked at the other party.

"Well, I asked for you," the girl said with a serious expression, "My friend said that there is no student named Fu Luyuan in their class."

Song Yanchen stopped packing his things suddenly, and his right eyelid twitched slightly. Staring at the other party in a daze, even the heartbeat missed half a beat.

"...Is there anyone with a face injury?..."

Song Yanchen was stunned, feeling a little absurd for some reason, and almost blurted out this sentence.

The girl obviously also asked, she shook her head, "She said she had never seen one with a face injury."

"......"

Every word of the girl was very light, but every word The syllable hit Song Yanchen's heart again, making a thunderous sound.

Song Yanchen's pupils trembled, and his heart seemed to have been gouged out with a knife, causing him to tremble with pain.

With a hoarse voice, he repeated, "...never?..."

After finishing speaking, Song Yanchen's porcelain-white face froze for a moment, and even the broken hair on his forehead was unknown. When did the wind blow away slightly, hanging messily in front of the eyes.

Just as the girl was about to nod, a nameless chill suddenly descended from her celestial cap, causing her back to burst into cold sweat, causing her heart to twist.

Intense malice grew wildly like a poppy flower in Heiying's heart, and his sinister and cold eyes stared at the bad guy in front of him, even the bottom of his eyes was stained with murderous intent.

Why.......

Why do you want to ruin my business......

Hehe......

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The author has something to say:

I said in the last chapter that I was reported, and then someone reported me just now. Maybe you don't know how much torture it will take to be reported and changed, so I really can't hold back. Tonight I I will send out all of the third world, and then end it directly. If you want to read the follow-up, I will open a new free extra book at that time, so let's keep it updated.

Maybe in a few days, this book will be gone, I don't know, alas.