presumptuous

The freshman military training was over, and the sports meeting was about to start. There were not enough people in the department to apply for the project, and the instructor who led the freshman was worried, so he discussed with Yu, and wanted him to send some people to the field.Yu also brought the message, and the monitors of each class also notified, and those who voluntarily signed up counted on five fingers.

The group of sophomores have already made plans, the sports meeting will be in conjunction with the National Day, and they will ask for leave to go home for ten days in a row.There are so many students who come to ask for leave these days, Yu Huan can't sleep well during his lunch break, and he always feels someone knocking on the door halfway through his sleep.But how can there be such a beautiful thing in the world, if you want to ask for leave, you can get a leave note.The reasons for asking for leave are all kinds of strange. Some relatives are married or seriously ill, and some people even tell him that his mother remarried and he has to go back to attend the wedding.

Yu Huan was drinking a drink at the time, biting the straw with his teeth, and made a strange "cuckoo" sound when it hit the bottom, and the student didn't dare to lift his head.

There are a few honest ones, as soon as they opened the door and came in, they said, "Brother Yu, give me a fake and want to go home early."

Yu still didn't eat this set, with a smile on his face, so warm that he almost looked like a human being, and said coldly: "No."

The boy smiled hippie-facedly, the girl held her throat and cried, he didn't approve the leave, and when he heard the knock on the door, he subconsciously said "come in". The student didn't look up when he came in, and asked directly: "Want to ask for leave? Tell me why." "

"I'm not here to ask for leave."

Yu Huan raised his head and wanted to sigh when he saw Feng Jiuwang's face.He really sighed, but Feng Jiuwang looked innocent.

"What do you want me to do?" Yu asked.

"Well, it's about the sports meeting." Feng Jiuwang very consciously pulled a chair and sat down, there was still a table away from Yu.

He is not wearing a hat today, his hair is shorter, and his features are sharper.Yu Huan's eyes swept over him for a short while, and he had both vigor and sharpness in the young man, as well as a perverse personality.

"The registration form is in the hands of your squad leader. If you want to apply, just go to him directly."

Feng Jiuwang said "OK" and sat still.

"...Do you have anything else to do?" Yu was still chasing people, desperately wanting the boy to leave here quickly, always feeling that he was going to say something terrible in the next second.

Strange to say, he has always been able to deal with people with ease, but it doesn't work in Feng Jiuwang's place. The young man always doesn't play cards according to common sense, and he can do whatever he says or does according to his own mood.Just like now, he looked at Yu Huan without any shyness or concealment.

Yu also felt that he had turned into a ball of cotton again, surrounded by flames, and the lighter ignited him, and there was a "click" in his head.

Feng Juwang tilted his head, and sure enough, he said something surprising: "Can you guys have sex?"

Yu also clenched his fists, let out a breath, and tried to calm his gaze: "Feng Zhuwang..."

"Are you guys in a relationship? The one I saw that day was your 'girlfriend'." Feng Jiuwang ignored Yu Huan and said to himself, "Teacher, since you can kiss, you can also have sex, right?" ? Between man and man."

His curiosity is like that of an immature child, asking questions innocently.

The boy raised his eyebrows upwards, and his tone was cheerful and arrogant, revealing his bad nature unscrupulously.

He could see that face very clearly, without the barrier of distance, not in the dim night, this time he could see Yu Huan's expression very clearly.

Anger, shame, and a little bit of pain, his teacher was dominated by these emotions, and his cheeks were flushed, which looked good like the sunset seen on the playground one day, the afterglow between mountains and mountains.

But he didn't lose his temper at himself, he suppressed and endured it.

Feng Zhuwang couldn't figure out what Yu was still enduring, he wanted to poke it, and saw that perfect but fake smiling face completely torn apart, and saw it shatter in the air.

But no.

Yu also said, "You go out."

"Will you go to the sports meeting?" Feng Jiuwang didn't stick to that question, but talked about other things, as if he didn't mean to embarrass Yu just now, "I'm running 5000 meters, will the teacher cheer me on?"

Yu hasn't answered yet.

This is natural.

Feng Juwang stood up, some sunlight leaked through the blinds, and the light shone on Yu Huan's face, like cracks, dividing him into two people.

When closing the door, Feng Zhuwang caught a glimpse of the fragility in those eyes, like the wings of a butterfly, which cannot be touched or touched, and the scales will be shaken off and injured if touched.

Chu Xiayi was waiting for him outside, her gaze fell on a flower.

"What are you looking at?" Feng Jiuwang walked over.

"Butterfly." Chu Xiayi casually pointed her finger, and the butterfly fled away as if she had sensed it.

"Don't you think it's ugly?" The girl curled her lips. "When I was a child, there were many yards at home. If you catch one, it looks really disgusting."

She didn't expect Feng Jiuwang to answer, but the boy suddenly said: "It's ugly, only the wings are beautiful."

Chu Xiayi turned her head in surprise, and said dryly, "You..."

"Why are you answering so seriously? It's so strange." Chu Xiayi said as she stepped forward to wrap around Feng Jiuwang's arm. He didn't hide this time. Girls don't use fruity perfume today. "What do you mean?" Why did you suddenly sign up for a long-distance race? I never saw you so active when I was a freshman."

"Because it's boring, I need to find something to do for myself."

"It's you who don't want to go out to the party, right? No matter what Wei Yang calls you, he won't be able to call you."

"Are you going out together tonight?"

"I won't go." Feng Zhuwang suddenly said without beginning or end, "I want to catch a butterfly."

Chu Xiayi blinked: "Then you go catch it, isn't there a lot here?"

It is the prettiest and most vulnerable one.

He wants to catch.

Butterflies never live long in human hands.

He wants to see how it dies.

On the day of the sports meeting, Yu was still standing in the stands, watching the military training performance and the opening dance. During the 5000-meter inspection, he kept his hair down and texted, and his lips were tightly pressed. The female instructor who led the freshman called him by name. He raised his head, but his eyes were cold, which scared the female teacher.

"What's the matter, Teacher Yu?"

Yu still shook his head, closed his eyes, and opened them with that gentle look: "It's nothing, I'll go down... go down and bring water to the students."

The gunshots sounded, and he stepped down from the stands, squatting in the shade outside the playground, pinching his cell phone with one hand, sighing, rubbing his hair and muttering: "What's all this? I'm so annoying..." He looked a bit childish, and his hairstyle was changed by himself. Scratching in a mess, he huddled up and hid in a corner, not wanting to be discovered by anyone.

The phone was still vibrating, and Yu didn't seem to feel it, until he squatted until his legs became numb, and someone came over, sweating and panting, and the sneakers stopped in front of his eyes.

"The teacher not only didn't cheer me up, but also didn't watch my game." Feng Jiuwang was holding a bottle of water in his hand, with a towel around his neck, panting so violently, his chest was heaving and his calves were trembling.

Yu has not yet recovered to his best condition, and is not ready to face other people. He still looks aggrieved and disturbed. Looking up, he sees Feng Zhuwang's attire in shorts and vest, and the sweatpants perfectly outline the proud young man. shape.

Yu was still stuck for half a second.

Feng Jiuwang was frank and straightforward: "Teacher, I won't give it to you after reading it. I like women."

Yu was still a little annoyed, so he suppressed his temper: "Feng Jiuwang, what do you think I am? As long as it is a man, I will fall in love with it?"

By saying this, he is tantamount to confirming his sexual orientation.

"Oh, that teacher doesn't like me."

"I didn't mean that..." Yu still felt that what he said was ambiguous, and Feng Zhuwang was simply avoiding the important and taking the light!

"What's that?" He stuffed the mineral water into Yu Huan's hand, "The teacher didn't come to pick me up even though he was out of the stands, and he wanted me to find it myself, so help me get the water."

"...Why?"

There was still sweat from the boy's hands on the bottle cap, which mixed with the leaked water and stuck to Yu Huan's fingertips.

"I ran third in the first group, so I should be in the top ten." The boy lowered his eyelashes, his short hair was dripping with sweat, he picked up the end of the towel and buried it in his face, looking straight at Yu Yu. Also, "No one came to pick me up."

Yu also got stuck again.

He sighed, and he sighed more and more recently, all because the young man in front of him resigned himself to holding water in his hand.

"Okay." Yu also said.

"Aren't you angry?" Feng Jiuwang took the initiative to say, "I said in the office a few days ago..."

"I forgot." Yu also interrupted him, coldly and sharply, "There really is no next time Feng Jiuwang, don't challenge my bottom line again and again."

Feng Juwang looked at him, as if seeing his inside through this fake body.

The fire burned into the cotton, and there was a rotten smell, and the soul wailed silently.

Yu also took a step back.

This was not a disguise he was good at.

Feng Jiuwang seemed to see through him, and he couldn't bring up a smile and couldn't pretend to be indifferent.

Someone called Feng Jiuwang's name on the playground.

Feng Jiuwang turned his back, but Yu Huan saw it.

He lowered his head in embarrassment, avoiding Feng Jiuwang's sight, "Hurry up, your girlfriend is looking for you."

Feng Ju didn't move, he raised his eyes and repeated Yu Huan's words: "Girlfriend?"

Winged insects blow across the soft sky, and the wind settles on a leaf.

"You mean Chu Xiayi?" The young man's voice was indifferent, as if it only fluctuated when teasing Yu Huan.

"She's not my girlfriend."