You Have Everything I Dislike

 ~The third master was one year younger than me.
The hidden implications behind the name of the third master were not because he was mature, but it was my abbreviation for his “third young master”.~

During the cold winter, when the north wind was blowing hard, the third master and I saw a stall selling fried chestnuts with sugar when we were crossing the overpass.
I didn’t bring any money that day, so I took the initiative to show liability to the third master.

I said, “You buy me a chestnut, and I won’t scold you for no reason this month.”

The third master thought about it and asked me seriously, “If Li Yifeng and I stood in front of you at the same time, who would you choose?”

With a firm gaze, I said, “I’d choose you!”

Then I muttered in my heart, is the third master stupid? When will Fengfeng get my turn to choose?!

As a result, the third master walked away in long strides, leaving me with the words, “Lying women don’t deserve to eat chestnuts!”

At last, I gave up acting like a spoiled child, grabbed my wallet, and bought a bag of steaming sweet chestnuts resentfully.

Every year when the third master was going to celebrate his birthday, his mother would make a “large sum of money” as a gift. 

Once, around the time of his birthday, he received a transfer notification from the bank, which was initiated by his mother, a huge sum of money — Ten Yuan (later learned that it was something for business purposes, and needed an active transfer for authorization).

The third master’s expression at that time was very wonderful. 

He came and hugged me tightly and said with a sad voice, like an abandoned child, “My mother doesn’t seem to want me anymore.
Can you take me in?”

Although I was very disgusted with his 1.82-meter child’s malicious behavior of acting cute, I still said with great pride, “Next time when you don’t have money in your card, tell me.
I’ll give you money” 

The third master, who hadn’t yet recovered from the ten-yuan blow, said quietly, “But you’re not my mother.”

I patted my chest.
“It doesn’t matter.
Just treat me as your vicious stepmother!”

Third Master: “Vicious stepmother? How could a vicious stepmother give me money? A vicious stepmother should hold a candle in her left hand and a small leather whip in her right……”

I was left speechless, but the third master, are you sure you have the right script?

The third master liked to play a game called “League of Legends” (LOL for short).
Considering that we have been away from each other all year round, I let his hobby go.
At least with this “little lover,” he would spend less time outside doing who knows what.

That day he went to watch the LOL live game, but due to a machine error, the game was delayed for a whole five hours, from 1 p.m to 6 p.m.
By the end of the game, it was already 10 p.m. 

He took the bus home and didn’t go to bed until three o’clock.
But the next morning, at nine o’clock, he got on the bus and went to watch the game…

He usually got up very late when he wasn’t at work.
It was the first time I’d seen such an enthusiastic attitude.

I said to him, “You’ve never