The day with the male god

31.

After a few days of salting fish at home, I finally hypnotized myself to go to school.

Pu Tong hid at the door, carefully scanned inside, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he confirmed that Feng Fan was not inside.

"Who are you looking for?" A familiar voice came from above his head.

Pu Tong felt himself choked.

"Come in." Feng Fan smiled, but Pu Tong felt that the distance between himself and the male god was getting further away.

Absent-minded, he lazily followed the team, preparing to do inter-class exercises.

Once again, caught off guard, a chill permeated his face.

Almost instantly, Putong jumped up, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

"Ah, Feng..." He stopped when he turned his head.

"Hey, Tongtong, are you feeling better?" It was another boy in the class, who was also the sports committee member of the class.

"It's much better, thank you for your concern." The corners of his mouth couldn't change, and he could only speak with a smile.

The sports committee rubbed his head again, and then walked away.

Putong put away his smile and touched the goose bumps all over his body.

When he touched him just now, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to escape.

But for Feng Fan, this has never happened before, including the beginning.

This is the reason why you say you hate it on your lips, but you never reject it in your heart.

32.

Pu Tong really likes Feng Fan.

But what about Feng Fan?

33.

Pu Tong with a stiff face met Feng Fan's gaze.

The other party looked very angry.

Pu Tong didn't understand why the other party was angry.

He saw Feng Fan getting closer and closer to him.

Getting closer.

At last it was in sight.

The warm breath belonging to Feng Fan enveloped him.

"I miss you." Feng Fan leaned against him like a big dog.

Pu Tong's face was completely red now.

He raised his hand, wanting to hug Feng Fan, but after a while, he put it down again.

Putong is cowardly.

"Same table." Feng Fan got up.

"Yeah." Pu Tong's eyes were filled with unknowing joy.

Seeing his jumping for joy, Feng Fan became dazed.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Fan laughed again, which was different from the happy one when he was angry just now.

Then, Pu Tong felt the other party's cold hands penetrate into his clothes.

"Just this time, baby Nuan." Feng Fan smiled strangely.

"Okay." Pu Tong agreed directly.

Feng Fan looked very happy this day.

Pu Tong looked at Feng Fan, his nose was a little sore.

That's great, I'm his warm baby again.

34.

When Feng Fan saw the other boy rubbing his face, his original smile collapsed.

Seeing Putong smiling at the sports committee, but turning his head to look at himself with indifference, he felt sore in his heart.

Unable to control it, he walked up and ruthlessly inserted his cold hands into Putong's back, trying to cover up the breath of other boys.

Why, why should I give it up to others.

Just this time, this time, he wants to take back what belongs to him.

35.

"Do you like me?" Pu Tong looked at him nervously.

"Ah, I'm sorry to trouble you." Pu Tong looked downcastly.

And the object of his confession did not respond for a long time.

Because that's just a pillow.

There is also a photo of Feng Fan on it.

But Putong's mother watched her son's affectionate performance with complicated emotions, and felt that her son was very cowardly.

"You have to confess to him." The mother said quietly.

"No, I won't, even if I suffocate to death, I won't say it, let me tell you!" shouted the aura of a coward.

Cowards may not understand that anyone who has a crush on someone will one day want to tell the other party how they feel.

This is crush.

36.

Ah, it's too slow.Pu Tong looked at Feng Fan who was walking ahead, and wanted to quicken his pace.

Unexpectedly, the sports committee put a hand on his shoulders.

"A Tong, are you feeling better?" The sports committee looked concerned.

But Putong couldn't listen to it at all.

"Atong"

Pu Tong's whole soul drifted to Feng Fan.

He silently took the hand of the Sports Commissioner off his shoulder, apologized and walked forward quickly.

You have to follow in the footsteps of the male god!

When he was about to reach Feng Fan's side, he stopped abruptly.

Feng Fan was chatting with other boys, looking very happy.

Putong lowered his head in frustration and walked slowly.

Anyway, he didn't care about himself, so he might as well walk slowly and stop chasing.

Thinking of this, Pu Tong fell back to the back of the exercise team.

Feng Fan in front frowned.

Too far away from him.

Feng Fan wanted to stop and wait for his tablemate, but his friend walked along with his shoulders.

He kept turning his head, trying to get Pu Tong's attention, but Pu Tong seemed to be out of his mind.

Finally, when he saw the other party stalking behind him, Feng Fan couldn't bear it anymore.

37.

The inexplicable shadow above the head blocked the sunlight, Pu Tong raised his head blankly, but heard the sound of his heart beating faster.

Feng Fan looked at him against the light.

Said a word softly.

"If you don't go fast, I'll wait for you."

The breeze blew, and the young man's mind also overflowed with the breeze.

38.

It seems that there is an urge to confess, and Counselor thinks so.

39.

Feng Fan fell asleep.Putong propped his chin and stared blankly at the sleeping face of the male god, at a loss for what to do.

Few people in the class are waking up now, and the male god asked me to remember to wake him up, so I should yell or not.

Pu Tong wanted to pat Feng Fan lightly to wake him up, but he retracted. After all, even if he had a legitimate reason, he was still very cowardly.

If possible, if possible, can he take advantage of the male god, just touch his hand or something.

Pu Tong set his mind on the male god.

He stared at Feng Fan's exposed hand and took a deep breath.

Just touch it, it's just to wake Feng Fan up, it's not a big deal.

He stretched out his hand and touched Feng Fan's.

With a tremor, he touched it.

Excellent touch.

Pu Tong's mind was blank, and his face was steaming.

As if addicted, he rubbed his hands, but Feng Fan still didn't wake up.

Forgive me, I really just don't want to disturb other students! Putong thought sincerely.

Seeing that Feng Fan didn't respond, Pu Tong looked away, put his whole hand on Feng Fan's, and refused to retract for a long time.

At the moment when his hands were about to sweat, he withdrew them like an electric shock, and looked away with a guilty face.And the moment he withdrew his hand, Feng Fan, who he thought was still awake, raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

It was really a wonderful afternoon, Putong couldn't stop smiling.

40.

Under the strong request of the students, Putong finally brought back a garbage bag. Since the hook was on the outside of the desk, the garbage bag could only be hung outside.And in the process of passing garbage, there will always be physical contact that Putong looks forward to.

For example, at this moment, when Feng Fan handed Pu Tong a used pen and asked him to help throw it away, Pu Tong caught it without hesitation.However, he regretted it in the next second, because when he took the pen, he didn't grasp the end of the male god's hand, but the latter part of the pen.It can be said that physical contact is completely non-existent.When he was annoyed, the male god handed over something again.

He immediately raised his head, his eyes lit up.

He reached out to take it, but Feng Fan shrank back.

"Spread your hands." Feng Fan ordered.

Although he didn't know why, Pu Tong did it anyway.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Fan's palms pressed against his.

Putong:!!!! Confused.

After finally handing over the shredded paper, Feng Fan's hand left, and before leaving completely, Feng Fan scratched Putong's palm with his finger.

But Pu Tong mechanically threw the garbage into the bag and looked at his hands.

The hand of the male god touched me!!!!

Decided! Not washing this hand this week!

Same decision, same person, ahem.

I have to say that bringing your own garbage bags has given Pu Tong many opportunities to get benefits.

Whenever the male god throws trash, Putong will follow up naturally, and rub the male god's hand with a calm face.If there was a counter, it would be able to count the number of times Pu Tong brazenly took advantage of Feng Fan.

As if suffering from skin hunger, Putong complained to himself, but he had no intention of changing his mind.

It is so troublesome for these two people to throw garbage, the back table thought silently.

Once upon a time, when she wanted to rub the garbage bag, the person with the garbage bag let her throw it away with a cold face, while the deskmate of the person with the garbage bag looked at him threateningly, and later said that the garbage bag was his exclusive, and the following It doesn't matter a dime.

Ha ha, damn capitalism.The back table is sad every day.

Although Pu Tong was surprised that the other students didn't throw rubbish here, he was also thankful.Because of this, I can pick up the male god's trash at any time (fog).

Finally, Pu Tong's perverted thoughts have reached the point where he can't control it.He looked at the finished plastic bottle that Feng Fan threw away, and swallowed.What should I do, should I take this plastic bottle home, or take it home, or take it home

If you are bored for a long time, you will have a certain chance to upgrade to an idiot.

In the end, the bottom line of morality reminded Pu Tong that he only brought home an exercise book that the male god had used up.

I also looked through the pages happily.

The author has something to say:

Alright, the boy has successfully turned into a moron!