The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

Jiang Zhiyang rushed into the dormitory, climbed onto Liu Xuyan's bed, and lay down next to his good brother with a wronged expression.

It suddenly came back, and then it didn't say anything. Liu Xuyan had no choice but to quit the game she was playing and devote all her attention to caring for this drenched cat.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so heartbroken?"

"Yu... the girl I like, she... hires male models!" Jiang Zhiyang's grievances overflowed when his good friend showed such concern.

"Good heavens, if you don't like her anymore, how can you choose a male model? We must say no to bad temptations!"

"Actually, it's not that, it's..." Not knowing how to explain, Jiang Zhiyang simply changed his words, "It was her best friend who ordered it, she didn't order it."

"So she left? Or is she enjoying herself there?"

"But, but she didn't take the initiative." Jiang Zhiyang pulled up the blanket to cover his sorrowful lips, revealing only his swollen red eyes.

"Playing hard to get, feigning reluctance to accept, is an even more serious offense!"

"No, oh dear, no." Jiang Zhiyang tried to exonerate the debauched king, but she really thought, if she liked him, why didn't she refuse him? Did not refusing him mean she didn't like him?

"Then let me ask you," Liu Xuyan said, seeing his stubborn expression, and patiently inquired further, "Have you confessed your feelings to her yet?"

"without."

"Does she know you like her?"

Jiang Zhiyang was speechless. How could he not know? His heart was so passionate, how could he not know? Surely he knew, right?

"Dude! Dude! My buddy Liu Xuyan! You're jealous of someone who's not even officially recognized?" Liu Xuyan was completely agitated. He rubbed his head, then took out his phone to continue playing the game. "If you like her, go confess. Don't just stand here whining. I look down on you."

Liu Xuyan has good grades, a good personality, good taste in clothes, good looks, and a good figure. Since college, he has indeed been a free spirit. However, he is very decisive when it comes to relationships. If he likes someone, he likes them; if he doesn't like someone, he doesn't like them. He doesn't engage in ambiguity or drag things out.

Jiang Zhiyang really should take some lessons in dating.

Confessing his feelings? He's done it before! A snowy night by the city wall, how romantic! But Jiang Zhiyang admits that he borrowed nine-tenths of his courage from Xiao Chengyang, and the other one-tenth was the rush of passion in that intense situation.

He was Jiang Zhiyang completely, and Yu Qingjun completely; the feelings between them belonged only to the two of them.

Jiang Zhiyang closed his eyes and recalled how they met.

When I first met him, I thought he was some kind of phantom thief or a killer who lived on the edge of a knife!

In Xiaobai's dream, the first heart-wrenching encounter after her miraculous escape from death is with her only family member; she is kind, gentle, and powerful.

In Man Niang's dream, she is a high and mighty goddess, innocent, pure, and full of love.

In Xiao Chengyang's dream, she is his brother, who is different in body but has the same mind; she is hardworking, filial, and loves freedom.

These are all her, all of whom stood shoulder to shoulder with him, sharing unforgettable and beautiful times, through life and death, protecting each other—this is them.

If you were to confess your feelings to her, it would have to be on a bright, sunny day, because she is as warm as the sun. You would also have to prepare flowers and a cake, as she loves sweets.

If you like cake, you'll probably like the person who brought it even more. You have to dress appropriately; she's so beautiful, you have to be a perfect match for her standing next to her...

He thought about it casually, and then drifted off into a sweet dream.

During the days when they couldn't meet, Jiang Zhiyang silently prepared his confession. He prepared a long essay of a thousand words, every word sincere and every sentence true. He also spent seven days practicing guitar, actively demonstrating his skills when necessary. In addition, he personally designed a cake and practiced with the kind owner of the cake shop for three days.

Every night, Jiang Zhiyang would drag Liu Xuyan into a passionate reenactment in the dormitory, creating a high-spirited atmosphere and stirring their hearts, only to run away when the other pouted and drew closer.

If he confesses successfully, should he kiss her? His heart was pounding again. It wasn't the first time, so why was he still so nervous? While clearing his mind of all thoughts, he honestly opened a search engine—kissing tips.

First, start gently: lightly touch your lips together and slowly suck on your partner's lips, avoiding excessive force or hasty movements.

Second, control the rhythm: When French kissing, the tongue should move rhythmically, sometimes going deep and sometimes just lightly, avoiding prolonged use of the same action.

Third, explore appropriately: gently touch the sensitive areas inside the other person's mouth with your tongue, paying attention to the pressure and frequency, to make the other person feel comfortable.

fourth……

Jiang Zhiyang's eyes could no longer recognize the words, his whole body was burning up and wisps of white smoke were rising from his head. Finally, he opened a shopping app and bought a bottle of breath freshener.

The confession day was finally set for Saturday. When Jiang Zhiyang called Yu Qingjun to ask her to meet him, all of his good brothers in the dormitory crowded around Jiang Zhiyang's ear, craning their necks, feeling nervous for him.

"Qingjun, let's go camping at Baishita Park together on Saturday!" Jiang Zhiyang held his breath, his right hand holding the phone was already cold, and his left hand was nervously clutching his pants, sweating profusely.

"Saturday?" Her voice was very cold, revealing no attitude.

The roommates on the side all breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Xuyan, as the strategist, worked even harder. He picked up a jacket and started winking at Jiang Zhiyang.

The signal connection between the two good buddies only took a second, Jiang Zhiyang quickly added, "Come on, come on, remember to dress up... I'll take pictures of you then!"

Jiang Zhiyang spoke faster and faster, his hands sweating and leaving the shape of his palm on his trousers. He no longer cared about the strategist alliance's reminders.

"it is good."

After a tense few seconds of silence, the dorm room, which had been filled with a stagnant atmosphere, erupted in excited cheers. A good start is half the battle!

Jiang Zhiyang felt like a galloping steed was running wild in his heart, and his body was about to mount it and ride swiftly on the battlefield of victory. The emotions overflowing in his heart would finally find their home, and all his hesitations and anxieties would become garbage and be easily thrown into the trash can!

The agreed time was 10 a.m., when the warm sunshine would bathe the lush green grass, and the air would be filled with the relaxing scent of grass. Campers would arrive one after another, making the park lively but not noisy.

Arrive 15 minutes early, pick up the cake around 9:20, leave the dorm at 9:00, practice guitar pieces again at 8:00, get up and get dressed at 7:00, and everything will go smoothly!

He tried to encourage himself, but his anxious heart felt like a balloon with a small hole in it—full, then deflated, full, then deflated again…

He was starting to feel a little glad that he had set the time for the morning; if he had endured it any longer, he might have ended up in the emergency room due to a heart condition.

Jiang Zhiyang repeatedly calculated the time, but still opened his eyes at five in the morning. Excitement stirred his nerves, making it impossible for him to sleep. However, in order to keep his eyes active when he looked into her eyes, he forced himself to lie flat on the bed.

He couldn't endure it for more than ten minutes because his heartbeat was too loud. He got up, washed up, changed into a new white shirt, and sprayed on some woody sandalwood scent that he rarely used, similar to the smell in Yu Qingjun's study, hoping she would like it...