The day with the male god

21.

"Qingqing Zijin, caress my heart. But for the sake of the king, I have pondered it so far." The Chinese teacher read on it.

Pu Tong copied the notes on the blackboard and looked at his chic notes with satisfaction.

Feeling someone pat on his shoulder lightly, Pu Tong turned his head to look.

"Can you lend me a look at the notes, I can't see clearly." Feng Fan looked at himself seriously.

Pu Tong nodded unconsciously.

The male god's eyesight has deteriorated, he pushed the notebook between the two of them, propped his chin in thought.

After two seconds, he sat up straight suddenly.

Gan! The handwriting is super ugly!I don't know if the male god will dislike it!

Pu Tong's face was baked by heat, he was extremely uneasy, he straightened his back, trying to see clearly the male god's expression when he lowered his head to write.

What should I do!Will you feel disgusted!

Putong squirmed on the seat like a shrimp.

"Thank you," Feng Fan pushed the notebook back towards Putong, "You remember it first, I'll watch you write it down."

Pu Tong breathed a sigh of relief, endured the heat on his face, and remembered his notes.

But I didn't want Feng Fan to lean over too, um, read the notes.

His head seemed to be dizzy, Pu Tong's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and his writing speed slowed down.He is trying his best to write each character more beautifully, for fear that he will be laughed at by the male god if he writes wrong strokes.

So I was so nervous that my hands sweated and the paper was wet.

Pu Tong struggled and looked at the wet piece, wanting to cry but not crying.

The bloody sweaty hands!

"Heh." Feng Fan's chuckle came from beside his ear.

Putong was even more desperate.

"Hold it, use a paper towel to cover it, I often sweat too." Feng Fan talked about sweating like an old driver, and even Pu Tong relaxed.

It's a pity that he himself felt relaxed, but his red ears revealed his previous emotions.

Feng Fan gave Putong a meaningful look, and continued to immerse himself in the ocean of knowledge.

22.

"Don't lie down on the table to write." Pu Tong saw Feng Fan lying on his face after class, so he couldn't help but say something.

The male god's eyesight has declined, so he should take good care of his eyes.

"It's all right." Feng Fan said it's all right, but sat up straight with a very honest body.

The sky and the earth are big, and the tablemate is the biggest.

"I'm just afraid that you will say that you are going blind again in the next physical examination. I don't want to hear your complaints." Pu Tong was afraid that Feng Fan would notice his thoughts, so he added.

Feng Fan put down his pen and looked at Pu Tong seriously.

"There will be no next time!" He promised loudly.

"I will memorize the eye chart by heart before next time!" Feng Fan joked.

"Irregularity!" Pu Tong felt the enthusiasm coming up again, he hurriedly gave Feng Fan a look, then lowered his head and pretended to be reading a book.

It was thanks to him that he could figure out the fact that he memorized the eye chart to avoid the loss of vision.

The corners of Pu Tong's eyes are crooked.

But let the male god take good care of his eyes! Pu Tong thought.

23.

It's rare for Feng Fan to take a lunch break at school, and Pu Tong lays on the table full of anticipation, his ears pricked up, just waiting for the male god to arrive.

As soon as he heard Feng Fan's footsteps, Pu Tong became nervous. He pursed his lips, but still chose to close his eyes tightly.

Forgive my shyness, he thought, feeling Feng Fan's approach.

The sound of the chair being pulled away, the sound of Feng Fan sitting down, and the sound of Feng Fan's breathing when he approached.

The scent of laundry wafted to Pu Tong's nose, making his heart beat faster.

Too close, too close.

Even though he washed his clothes by himself, using the same kind of laundry detergent, why is he still nervous?

Pu Tong couldn't figure it out, but he didn't lose his mind to think about it.

Because he felt as if something was close to him.

Pu Tong was dumbfounded.

Is it Feng Fan's hand?

still his head

or his arm

Pu Tong quietly, quietly, moved towards Feng Fan's direction.

Just a little bit closer, just a little bit.

He moved once, then again, greedily and cautiously.

He trembled, touched it with his arm, and flinched back again.

It seems to have a little temperature.

Seeing that Feng Fan didn't respond, Pu Tong began to push forward.

He touched it with his arm again, and the jacket rubbed against it lightly, as if he wanted to touch his arm through the jacket.

At the moment of touching, Pu Tong's whole body trembled slightly.

This is the so-called thrill of happiness.

Like a pervert, he thought.

But he didn't want to back away, he sighed again.

In the end, he clung to Feng Fan and fell asleep.

Happiness is bubbling.

24.

When Pu Tong woke up, he looked at the pencil case that was close to him, and all the pink bubbles in his heart burst.

It is the male god's pencil case that I have touched for so long.

There is a feeling of both sadness and happiness.

Pu Tong's paralyzed face was a little cracked.

Showing a lunatic smile.

Then he was caught by his male god.

His male god smiled meaningfully again.

25.

Feng Fan had already felt it the moment Putong approached.

He was very curious about what his deskmate was doing.

Feeling Putong's careful touch, Feng Fan thought it was funny.

It's almost like a newborn cub trying to explore an unfamiliar environment.

Feng Fan didn't move, he felt Putong leaning against him, without any movement, after a long while, he heard Putong's even breathing.

There is a sense of a beautiful life in your own hands.

Really easy to satisfy.

After falling asleep, Feng Fan got up, put the pencil case against Pu Tong's arm, and smiled viciously.

I'm very curious about my deskmate's reaction.

It's so cute.

26.

During the class break, Pu Tong, who had been hypnotized by the teacher, lay down on the table in an instant.

And Feng Fan, who couldn't wait, picked up the water glass and was ready to run outside.He ran to the door of the classroom and slipped back, taking Pu Tong's thermos with him.

The back desk who witnessed this process was dumbfounded.

It's not spring yet, and there's already a sour smell.

So she got a bad idea and extended her claws to Pu Tong.

"Get up, drink the water first." Feng Fan quickly lifted Pu Tong from the table, but was stunned for a moment.

Pu Tong was still talking about going to cut his hair, but he never had time.

Over time, the limp hair drooped, and bangs appeared, which attracted the birth of Feng Fan.

Every time I am in a good mood or in a bad mood, I will rub my deskmate's hair and watch my deskmate blow up hair, and I will be unconsciously happy.

Now, these long hairs were tied up and stood up straight.

Newton's coffin board is about to be overwhelmed.

Feng Fan smiled lightly, looked at Pu Tong who was still awake, and stretched out his hand in front of him.

He flicked Putong's little tugger.

Xiao Yaya fell backwards in an instant.

OK, Newton lay down.

"Yo, grab Tong." With a triumphant smile on the back table, he reached out to grab Pu Tong's little tugger.

Then he was stopped by Feng Fan.

The back table quickly shrank back.

Hey, Mr. Feng's eyes are so scary.

"Don't touch him!" Feng Fan was very upset.

Then he said and gently tugged Putong's little tucker.

Back table: ... Are you a double standard? !

So in a daze, Pu Tong won the nickname "Yi Ji Tong", although he himself did not know how this nickname came about.

27.

After failing to enter the winter in G City several times, Putong caught a cold.

It's hot for a while, and the wind is cold for a while, it shouldn't be too exciting.

For the sake of the male god's health, Pu Tong wisely found a mask and put it on obediently.

"Is it uncomfortable to grab classmate Tong?" The old class casually called Pu Tong.

Putong felt that it was even colder than the cold wind of the previous few days.

"Well, I have a little cold." But I still complied.

"Pay attention to your body, and tell the teacher if you feel uncomfortable."

Under the benevolent eyes of the head teacher, Putong walked into the classroom.His back looks particularly bleak.

Old Ban, please put away your loving gaze, any head teacher who cares about the students would call the students' names by nicknames.

Pu Tong sneezed several times in a row, and Pu Tong felt ashamed.

Especially in a quiet class, sneezing by yourself seems like an earthquake.

And the sound of sniffling.

Putong just felt sad after this encounter.

It's over, the image in front of the male god is completely shattered.

All handsomeness does not exist, only because of the demon Mr. Cold.

"Caught a cold"

Finally, under Pu Tong's three consecutive sneezes, Feng Fan asked a question.

This is straight man.

Putong thought wearily.

Maybe I will let myself drink more hot water after a while.

Because of the cold, Putong looked extra lazy. From class to get out of class, his whole body was limp as if he had no bones, lying on the table.

Feng Fan didn't say anything more, got up and walked away.

It's uncomfortable, the male god doesn't care about himself at all.

Putong felt even more sad when he thought that he couldn't even get the sentence "drink more hot water".

He felt hot, so he could only put his face on the table, hoping to cool down.

At this time, a hand was placed on his forehead, which was cool.

Pu Tong rubbed unconsciously, trying to dissipate his heat.

But the hand left quickly.

At this moment, Pu Tong didn't even bother to speak, and his eyes were tightly closed.

a little cold.

Since the winter has not yet been successfully entered, the people of City G are still fighting against the scorching sun. The class turned on the fan. Unfortunately, the fan likes to blow in this direction.

Putong shivered from the blowing, and shrank himself, but he couldn't resist the cold.

Hot on the skin, cold in the bones.

Putong was dizzy from the heat and cold.

"Turn off the fan." It was Feng Fan's voice.

Immediately afterwards, the coat full of Feng Fan's breath was covered on him.

Suddenly, the chill disappeared, but the heat seeped out.

It's just that this enthusiasm is not the same as the previous fever.

It is the enthusiasm that belongs to love.

"You have a fever." This is a declarative sentence, but Putong heard the feeling of anger.

"Hmm." Putong replied weakly.

"Get up and take medicine." Feng Fan lifted him up like a chicken.

He poured out the water in Putong's thermos, took out the antipyretics, put them one by one in front of Putong, and urged him on.

"Sleep for a while." Seeing that Pu Tong took the medicine obediently, Feng Fan was satisfied.

28.

Opening his eyes again, Pu Tong was already lying on his bed.

He hurriedly got up and yelled a few times.

"Tongtong is awake." Seeing her son jumping up from the bed, Putong's mother asked.

"Who are you looking for? Whom are you looking for? Lie down!" His mother yelled.

"Mom, who sent me back?" Pu Tong asked, but the answer in his heart was ready to come out.

"Just your classmate, the tall and handsome one, who seems to be called Feng Fan." His mother answered casually, but paused.

"Tong, is that someone you like?" The fucking reaction arc is as long as a century.

Pu Tong couldn't keep his mouth shut, his mother had completely covered up his secret love history.

His mother still understands it, and she readily accepts it with the mentality that raising one son is worse than raising two.

It's just that you can't fall in love casually.

"Hehehehe, mom, you didn't tell him anything, did you?" Putong smiled, very nervous, his mother accidentally exposed his dark history.

"No, I just told you about your previous affairs, oops, and the boy in the library before, didn't you like him, mom also told him about it. Seeing that his reaction is not too nervous, Tong Tong, you have a crush on someone else, he might not have feelings for you like that." His mother thought for a while, and recalled Feng Fan's expression when she heard that Pu Tong liked the boy in the library very much, thinking that her son It's over.

His expression of being interested but not nervous at all must have no interest in his son.

When Pu Tong heard his mother's words, his heart turned cold.

Mom, that boy in the library is him, really his real mother.

Putong felt that he had lost hope in life.

29.

When Feng Fan invited Pu Tong to dinner as a reward, Pu Tong refused.

But Feng Fan's petty temper that you must go, made him reluctantly follow.

He followed Feng Fan like a little daughter-in-law, silently complaining about the dinner of two strangers, how could it be delicious.

Then he was slapped in the face.

Feng Fan is very enthusiastic. Unlike staying in the library, he changed his quiet appearance and became extra lively.

One was talking, and the other was listening quietly, forming an unbelievably beautiful atmosphere.

"Eat more, you're welcome." Feng Fan's bright smile remained in Pu Tong's heart.

"I'll invite you next time." Pu Tong said seriously.

Feng Fan looked at him, and after a while, he smiled.

"Okay, next time." The two made an agreement.

It is common to read books together, but it is a pity that there is no food.

30.

Near the end of the term, many people went to the library to review, and Putong was no exception. He was busy preparing for the exam at that time.

It was the first month of the first lunar month, and City G was pitifully cold. Fortunately, the library was warm and became a place for many people to keep warm.

In the absence of heating and central heating, everyone can only report to the group for heating.Politely rejecting several people's inquiries, Putong reserved a seat for Feng Fan as usual.

I was fascinated by reading a book, and my face was caught off guard by the cold air.

Then he was held by two cold hands.

Turning his head angrily and glaring at Feng Fan who did evil, he was rewarded by the other party sticking his hand into his neck.

"Nuan Baobao, a must-have item for the Feng family." Feng Fan said brazenly.

So this scene became the warmest memory of the whole winter.

Almost every time I have to be hit by the other party, as if I am used to it.

It's just that after knowing that he became a classmate, this kind of treatment disappeared.

The author has something to say:

I am not only a bad name, but also a bad title TVT. Speaking of which, when I just posted the article, I was suffocating to be seen, and I was a little sister who was taller than me, younger than me, and very good-looking.Am I a scourge to minors? (Shut up)