MTL - Male God’s Freestyle Flirting-Chapter 255 message

Han Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally chose not to call.

In case Tang Xia really fell asleep, he was afraid of disturbing her.

But Han Yu felt a little regretful.

Looking at the time, it was half past eleven, and in less than 30 minutes, it would be Tang Xia's birthday. He originally planned to say "Happy Birthday" to her by pinching the zero, but now it's probably going to be a mess.

The boy sighed, turned around and turned off the dim wall lamp, and lay down again without closing his eyes.

Still holding the phone, he stared at the number on the top of the screen, watching it getting closer to midnight.

In the pitch-black bedroom, only the faint green light at the head of the bed was left, shining on Han Yu's fair cheeks, dyeing those delicate facial features a bit hazy.

In fact, he was also very sleepy, and the uninterrupted competition for many days had almost exhausted the boy's physical strength. Just lying down, he felt that his strength was slowly being drained, and he was too lazy to move.

His head was heavy, his eyelids were heavy, and his arms were heavy. The closer it was to the early morning, the more Han Yu couldn't hold on. Annoyed, he gritted his teeth and sat up again, took a deep breath, patted his forehead twice, and shook his head repeatedly.

23:59.

It was the last minute.

Han Yu opened his eyes wide, and began to quickly type in the dialog box with his fingers. He has a lot to say, since she is asleep, he can speak slowly.

No hurry, one night.

After entering a string of text, the boy raised his eyes, just in time to catch a glimpse of the number jumping to 00:00.

Han Yu's heart trembled, unexpectedly, he was a little nervous.

When the fingertip touches the "Send" button, the network speed is fast enough, and the conversation is displayed in the chat box in an instant.

The content is not long, only two short sentences—

"Tang Xia, happy birthday. The gift is not expensive, I am very happy if you like it."

Knowing that she might not be able to see it now, he paused for a moment, then asked tentatively—

"You fell asleep, so, leave the rest of the time for me?"

After waiting patiently for five minutes, Han Yu did not receive a reply from the other party.

He couldn't laugh or cry, and shrugged helplessly.

What a lazy girl.

The young man straightened his back, tucked the pillow behind his back, and changed his sitting position he thought was comfortable, before he began to type slowly.

The first sentence is—

"It's an honor that I have the right to send you birthday wishes."

Han Yu frowned suddenly after posting, always feeling very official and polite, unlike his style.

Forget it, no matter, it has been sent successfully.

The boy muttered and silently read a number: three.

Then he lowered his head, and the voice that had been accumulated in his heart for so long turned into words at his fingertips, leading from one end of the network to the other end of the network.

"Although it's been a long time, I still apologize to you for my former self."

"Actually, sometimes I feel very lucky. If we hadn't quarreled at that time and entered Class Six in a normal manner, maybe I would have fallen asleep by now, and I wouldn't have the time to stay up all night and leave a message for you."

"Will you be moved when you see it tomorrow morning? Probably, what do you think?"

…

The room was quiet, only the boy's gentle breathing seemed to come out, occasionally mixed with a chuckle.

After an unknown amount of time, Han Yu muttered to himself, "Ninety."

He kept the previous posture, and he didn't move his fingers from the screen. Even though his neck was sore, he just turned his head and lowered his eyes after a while.

"You are special to me, besides Qi Hui, the best...um...friend."

"So I hope you will always be lucky, and all the good things in life can happen to you."

"Yeah, I think you are very lucky. You have loved you and loved your family, you have a buddy like Yu Man, and you have me."

"The above sentence does not accept refutation."

…

Han Yu rested for a while, and continued to swipe his fingers upwards, as if he was calculating something, and said lightly: "One hundred and thirty-eight."

Looking at the time again, it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

He rubbed his slightly swollen temples, slid down slowly, narrowed his eyes and continued to send messages.

Because of sleepiness, Han Yu's eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly lift them up, and the fundus of his eyes was also full of bloodshot eyes, all supported by his stubbornness and obsession.

"You are very good, and I am also very happy to meet you and be close to you."

"Remember the snow at the beginning of the semester? Don't be shy, I saw you writing my name in the snow, don't deny it."

"Qi Hui also saw it at the time. I was afraid that you would be embarrassed, so I kept warning him not to laugh at you."

…

The teenager slowly poured out what they had experienced like telling a story. His fingers became numb and stiff, so he stretched his fist back and forth, relaxed for a moment, and then turned his gaze to the screen again.

On the chat interface, there were densely packed messages from Han Yu to Tang Xia, and the entire screen was swiped.

"It's more than three hundred..." He let out a breath, although he was tired, but his face did not show boredom, instead there was a smile in his eyes.

Joyful, ecstatic, and so rich that he couldn't restrain his smile.

From the first meeting outside the teacher's office because of a heavy silence in English, to the tit-for-tat conflict caused by Qu Sisi and Gu Qing's incident, to the deterioration of the relationship caused by cheating and injury, Han Yu used all the discord The text recalled it again.

But he prefers to recall those good things.

For example, the frank heart-to-heart talk on the rooftop, the satisfaction he felt when he saw her sleeping soundly in the boys' dormitory at the base, and the determination to cross the 5,000-meter finish line with her in his arms that day.

Everything seems to have happened yesterday, so clear, so vivid. Han Yu thought in a trance, counting the time with his fingers, it was really only a few months.

In less than half a year, they have gone through strangeness, hostility, mutual acquaintance, and finally closeness.

Who would have expected that he and Tang Xia would be so friendly half a year ago?

No one could, not even Han Yu at that time.

"Tang Xia, I've already thought about your birthday present next year."

"So, in the next year, you are not allowed to betray me, otherwise, you won't be able to receive that gift."

"It's a very special gift. If you don't receive it, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Han Yu cracklingly sent three paragraphs in a row, with a childish tone, and if Tang Xia saw it, she would definitely laugh.

The night was already very deep, and the curtain outside the window was so dark that no stars could be seen. Occasionally, the wind blew by, causing a flutter of leaves to shake, startling the light-sleeping birds and fluttering their wings.

The boy's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his fingers kept flipping through the messages that had been successfully sent.

"Almost five hundred."

Han Yu murmured.

His fingertips still didn't stop, he worked hard for another twenty minutes, and finally let out a long breath.

Extremely long.

The last words he uttered were—

"Tang Xia, I want to take you to see the snow in the north every year."

Putting down his mobile phone, Han Yu saw a fishy belly rise in the east.

Bow your head again, it is already 05:03 in the morning.

In 5 hours and more than 300 minutes, he left... 520 messages for Tang Xia.