When she returned to her temporary rented apartment after school, Abel texted her asking if she was coming to an event, and she typed: "No, I'm not coming.
Abel replied to her: you are not short of money?
Abel replied: You are not short of money?
The first thing you need to do is to get to the point of red and back off.
She went to the bathroom to turn on the water, back to him: really do not come, senior year, my entrance exams.
After that, she turned off her cell phone and went to take a shower. After the shower, she went to bed and opened her laptop, Abel was really persuading her online again, she blocked this person's message and opened the campus network while eating an apple.
The campus network is always floating, always with her name and related photo albums, always with the latest status tips from Bai Aiting, she gently moved her mouse to the search bar and typed one word at a time: Dong Xi
Beipan High School.
After a few seconds of buffering, the account being searched popped up, and the information showed that it was enrolled in Beipan High School, and the account name was simply the word "Dong Xi", with no messy symbols or cumbersome prefixes or suffixes, and the avatar was an artistic painting of a magnolia plant, and she moved her mouse over the avatar, which changed color and was waiting to be clicked.
Snapped, clicked in.
The web page quietly popped up a prompt box: you are not yet her friend, the other side has only disclosed part of the information.
That time the mouth gently pursed up, she put the apple to the side, hands on the keyboard.
The webpage popped up the "verification information" column, she picked up some oxidized apple and took a bite, her fingers touched the keyboard, one letter at a time. The webpage popped up with the "verification message" field.
Long ...qi
--I am Long Qi.
Just finished typing, she deleted and retyped.
Tong...ban...
--Your fellow classmate.
After typing and pressing enter again to delete them all, she takes another bite of the badly oxidized apple and finally types:
Dui
B...u
Qi
Sorry.
After typing, click the right button to send the message.
At the same moment considering another thing, she quickly returned to her homepage, deleted the ambiguous photo she posted a week ago, and checked through the album again, deleting all the photos with bad hints.
The bottom right corner of the page sounded a ding-dong system alert, Long Qi's busy movements slowed down, eyes fixed on it, the mouse moved over and clicked on it.
The message from Long Xinyi popped up: You and Jin Yiken know each other?
The lower lip of the bite gently loosened, clicked on the upper right corner of the fork to close the window, she refreshed the page, there is no new message.
The time was 9:30, the general amount of homework to be done at 11:00, good students can finish at 10:00, but good students love to spend time to review and revise their homework, then usually about 11:30 before going to bed, Long Qi to 11:30 or so open the page again to refresh, still no news.
She propped her chin up with her hand and tapped her fingertips on the table.
During this period, he received another online message from Long Xinyi: back to me, do you know?
She still didn't care, and Long Xinyi followed with a third message: "I was wrong, I was really wrong, I'm sorry, you can call me back."
She typed: He beat you up?
Long Xinyi back: no.
Then he sent: He picked up your woman?
Back: No.
Both did not, is feeling bored to pull the blacklist when Long Xinyi sent a message: he sent me a set of computer, shit, the configuration is unbeatable.
I dropped my mouse and came back from the bathroom to get my cell phone. I dialed Jin Yiken's phone, and as soon as I picked up, I yelled in anger, "What's wrong with you?
The other side of Jin Yiken was particularly quiet, as if he was studying for his homework in his study, he laughed when he heard her scolding, Long Qi then shouted: "Do you have nothing to do or do you have a lot of money! Or are you going to pick up Long Xinyi this time, ah change the taste, Jin Yiken or I will go to the radio tomorrow to yell to help you confess, you see how this method! Pervert! Nuts!"
But how she scolded him just laugh, laugh hard, scolded him before he said: "Seven ah, you are too not to leave yourself a way out, the master to pave the way for you."
She clicked on Long Xinyi's account to pull it into the blacklist, the hands to hang up the phone stance, Jin Yiken asked, "You moved out now?"
"Hang up! "
Hanging up the phone with her anger still intact, she turned off the phone before he could call back, and then threw the phone hard onto the couch across the bed!
When she was done, she returned her attention to the page, but the fire in her heart was really welling up, and the sound of pressing the mouse was very, very loud.
After a few swipes still no new messages.
She threw away her pillow, got back out of bed and walked over to the couch to get her phone and call Ken back, and just as he answered, she said, "Shut up."
"Hmm?"
"Answer what you are asked, but don't make a sound if you are not asked, Dong Xi was in the same class as you before, right?"
"Dong Xi," he said with a smile still confiscated in his voice, pausing for two or three seconds, as if doing the identification work of matching the name to the face, and then saying, "Oh, yes."
Her levity slowly collected, she asked, "Does she usually use a school network account?"
"Didn't pay attention to her."
"What special friends does she have?"
"No."
"What about her relationship with Bai Aiting?"
"No relationship."
Long Qi paused for a moment and slowly said, "You're not right, you don't know anything about her."
He understood all the meaning of her words and returned: "Beautiful, but unfortunately a nun, the masculine kind, the most boring kind."
And then added: "Besides, I don't like women who can be mastered with one hand."
In the "one hand can grasp" on the six words to add the tone.
Long Qi hung up the phone without saying a word, and deliberately turned off the phone before returning to bed and looking at the page again.
No new messages.
She propped up her chin and checked the only status update available on her homepage, which was tens of days ago.
One night, the seconds ticked away as she repeatedly refreshed the page, not knowing when she fell asleep, not knowing if she had finished her homework, not knowing if the curtains were open and the morning sun was shining on her hair, and not realizing until then that the night had passed.
When she got up, her elbow touched the mouse next to her laptop, the dormant screen lit up and the webpage popped up with a new alert.
-- Dong Xi has accepted your friend request.
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...
The morning light was faint, the birdsong was low and shallow, she looked at the line on the screen in the first seconds of just waking up, the right hand stroking her forehead stopped moving, the long hair that had been pressed out of the sleep marks slowly returned to its original state falling on her shoulders, her eyes filled with the light of the whole screen, her pursed lips slightly loosened.
The bottom right side of the website also has a system message automatically sent on behalf of the user: we are already friends, now let's start a conversation.
...
[Dong Xi has accepted your friend request]
[We're already friends, now start a conversation.
These two lines kept her reading for a good five minutes, and then only afterwards did she turn her attention to Dong Xi's homepage.
Her friends are not many, really the legendary single digits, their own joined just to make up 10.
When I found out, the finger that I had been biting at all times during the process of brushing the web page left from between my teeth, there was the sound of drums in my ears, and my heart moved.