Lambs are plucked for wool every day

Lu Lang became thirsty after playing for a while, but he didn't want to touch the unknown things on the table, so he took the wine list and wanted to order some drinks.

"Hello." Lu Lang tugged at Yuan Xiaoyang's curly hair, "Do you want to drink?"

"Huh? Wine?" Yuan Xiaoyang froze for a moment before looking up at Lu Lang.He shook his head and said, "No need."

"I invite you to drink whatever you want." Lu Lang raised the wine list at him.

Yuan Xiaoyang looked at the people around, and finally looked at Lu Lang, and said, "I don't want to drink."

The people in the box were of mixed ages, and many of them were underage just like them.However, everyone smokes and drinks, and no one has any scruples at all.Not to mention Lu Lang, he had been playing in this kind of environment before, and he didn't feel anything wrong at all.

"Don't dare to drink?" Lu Lang smiled provocatively at him, "No one will catch it, this shop is owned by Zhou Qiang's family."

Yuan Xiaoyang still shook his head, and said seriously: "I can't write anymore after drinking, I can't drink."

This reason is very high-sounding, and it is more powerful than the words "good students don't drink alcohol". Lu Lang convinced him, and he said: "Forget it, let's drink something else. What do you want to drink? Try mixing it?"

Yuan Xiaoyang was about to shake his head again, but Lu Lang frowned, and said in a low voice: "If you shake your head again, I'll rip your hair bald, do you believe it?"

Yuan Xiaoyang froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"What to drink!"

"Drink..." Yuan Xiaoyang flipped through the wine list, finally hesitantly raised his head and said, "I want to drink milk."

"what?"

Yuan Xiaoyang nodded bravely: "I want milk."

"You come to KTV to write mathematics, and come to KTV to drink milk?" As a lactose intolerant, Lu Lang has always been resistant to milk, and he can get angry when he hears the word milk, "I just drink milk...you are against me. no?"

Yuan Xiaoyang was blamed and shook his head innocently.He hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to confess to Lu Lang.He leaned into Lu Lang's ear and whispered, "Let me drink it...I want to drink more milk to see if I can grow as tall as you."

Lu Lang squinted at Yuan Xiaoyang, only to feel that Yuan Xiaoyang was indeed a small one, and he had to prop himself up a little higher to get close to his ear even to whisper.It's just that the sofa was a bit crowded, and Yuan Xiaoyang didn't realize that his hands were resting on Lu Lang's lap.

Lu Lang turned his head away and unconsciously rubbed his feverish ears, thinking to forget it, milk is milk, and he will do a good deed that day to satisfy Yuan Xiaoyang's overthinking.

In the end, Yuan Xiaoyang successfully obtained two large cups of milk, and worked on the questions while drinking the milk.

Lu Lang himself ordered a glass of wine. While drinking, he stopped pulling Yuan Xiaoyang's hair to play with. He watched him do his homework boredly and said, "You are really not afraid of being blind. You dare to write with this kind of brightness."

"I'll just write it down." Yuan Xiaoyang blinked and stared at the homework.

These words sounded like a child saying "I'll just play for a while", and Lu Lang didn't take it seriously.Lu Lang looked up at the chaotic lights, and finally took out his phone.

Yuan Xiaoyang was writing when suddenly a light came down from the side.

He raised his head in confusion, and saw Lu Lang holding his mobile phone expressionlessly, and the light from the mobile phone shone on the homework.

"What are you looking at, write!"

"Oh..." Yuan Xiaoyang quickly lowered his head and continued writing, but after writing a few strokes, he raised his head and smiled at Lu Lang, "Why are you so nice!"

"Shut up, write quickly." Lu Lang felt that Yuan Xiaoyang was too troublesome.

With the light, Yuan Xiaoyang felt much more comfortable, and wrote a few more pages with ease.

He wrote while drinking, and when he finished the last gulp of milk, he closed the book conveniently.

"Stop writing?"

"I won't write anymore." It was embarrassing for Lu Lang to keep raising his hand, Yuan Xiaoyang pressed Lu Lang's hand down, grabbed it and rubbed it again, "Thank you for your hard work."

Lu Lang had a cold expression on his face, thinking that Yuan Xiaoyang might have misunderstood something, he was just tired of playing with his mobile phone and just looking for something to pass the time.

There were too many sensory stimulations in the box, and Yuan Xiaoyang couldn't feel the passage of time. After asking Lu Lang, he realized that it had been four hours since he came in.

Yuan Xiaoyang grabbed Lu Lang's hand and said, "I want to go."

"Didn't you say that you don't need to work part-time today?"

"It's not necessary to work part-time, but I'm still...not used to it." Yuan Xiaoyang was embarrassed, "Go ahead and play, I'm leaving first, and you can speak to Jixiang for me."

Lu Lang couldn't see that Yuan Xiaoyang was not used to it. Yuan Xiaoyang was doing his homework almost from the beginning to the end, even if he talked, he said it to him, just like when he was at his house.However, he didn't say anything, just stood up and said, "Then let's go."

Lu Lang led Yuan Xiaoyang, and walked ahead to open the way.

Before Yuan Xiaoyang walked into the sofa, he dodged and apologized all the way, but Lu Lang was different, everyone automatically took his feet away before he arrived, and those who didn't notice him were directly kicked by Lu Lang stepped on.

"Fuck... ah, Brother Lang." The person who was stepped on was about to scold, but when he saw Lu Lang, he laughed again.

Lu Lang squinted at the other party, then left without saying a word.Yuan Xiaoyang finally understood what it meant to be "a fox pretending to be a tiger". He just followed Lu Lang, and those people looked at him differently.

Yuan Xiaoyang followed Lu Lang and left the KTV, and planned to say goodbye to him at the door of the store.

However, Lu Lang left without hesitation. After walking for a while, he turned around and said impatiently, "What are you doing standing there?"

"Ah?" Yuan Xiaoyang foolishly followed, "Aren't you going back?"

"It's suffocating, whoever stays there is an idiot."

It was evening, the weather in summer evening was slightly cool, and the slight wind blowing on my body was very comfortable.

The two walked on the street one after the other, Lu Lang who walked in front put his hands in his pockets and looked bored.He had very long legs, and Yuan Xiaoyang had to take two steps to keep up with one step. Yuan Xiaoyang was left behind when he was a little slower.

Even Lu Lang's back is handsome, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and every movement has the unique handsomeness of a teenager.Looking at Lu Lang's back, Yuan Xiaoyang couldn't help yearning, thinking that it would be great if he could be like Lu Lang.

"Where are you going?" Yuan Xiaoyang quickened his pace to keep up, and looked up at Lu Lang.

"Why do I have to tell you?" Lu Lang said, "If you want to go back, go back by yourself, don't keep following me."

Yuan Xiaoyang smiled and followed Lu Lang obediently.

In fact, Lu Lang had no purpose, he just walked around casually.

He glanced at Yuan Xiaoyang beside him, but he didn't slow down, and walked a little faster on purpose.Seeing Yuan Xiaoyang following hard, he smiled triumphantly.

"Lu Lang...you have really long legs." Yuan Xiaoyang was tired from running.

"It's your short legs." Lu Lang walked faster, "Hurry up, short-legged sheep!"

Lu Lang continued to walk forward, just wanting to walk Yuan Xiaoyang. Seeing Yuan Xiaoyang trotting to keep up, he felt that he could walk Yuan Xiaoyang all day without rest.

"How old are you? I don't think you can grow any longer." Lu Lang snorted, "Want to be as tall as me? Dreaming."

Yuan Xiaoyang didn't reply to him, Lu Lang walked for a while, seeing that Yuan Xiaoyang still didn't reply, he vaguely felt that what he said just now seemed...a bit unpleasant.

Of course he didn't care, but he just got annoyed when he thought of Yuan Xiaoyang's aggrieved appearance, so he added casually: "Of course you can still help if you drink more milk, at least you can grow another centimeter... Yuan Xiaoyang, did you hear that? Yuan Xiaoyang!"

When Lu Lang turned his head, Yuan Xiaoyang was no longer around.

Walking the sheep until the sheep were lost, Lu Lang was very negligent of his duty.

It would be fine if they simply got separated, but when Lu Lang thought of Yuan Xiaoyang's obedient and small appearance, he immediately thought of a lamb being grabbed by its hoof and stuffed into a cloth bag to catch it away.

Thinking that Lu Lang's body had moved, he walked back quickly.

However, after walking back a few steps, he saw Yuan Xiaoyang standing in front of the bookstore, flipping through a book in his hand... He had the urge to squeeze wool.

"Yuan Xiaoyang!" Lu Lang picked up Yuan Xiaoyang, "Why are you running around?"

Yuan Xiaoyang was picked up from the back collar, looked at Lu Lang innocently and said, "Didn't you... tell me not to follow you... go back if you want..."

Lu Lang choked on a word, and gave Yuan Xiaoyang a hard look.

Yuan Xiaoyang shivered, knowing that Lu Lang might really want to pluck him up, so he whispered: "I was wrong, I won't go back...Will you accompany me to the bookstore..."

Lu Lang stared at him without saying a word.

"Please...you are the best..."

Lu Lang still stared at him, then put him down with a snort, and walked into the bookstore without looking back.

Yuan Xiaoyang hurriedly followed, and whispered next to Lu Lang: "I just want to read the tutorial book. I didn't understand a question when I was writing the question just now."

"Soon, just a moment." Yuan Xiaoyang tugged at Lu Lang's hand, "Wait for me."

"Whatever you want." Lu Lang shook off him, bit his chin, and let him find it by himself.

Yuan Xiaoyang knew that Lu Lang was waiting for him, so he smiled and happily went to look for the tutorial.

This bookstore is very large, and the reference books alone occupy one floor. Yuan Xiaoyang went to the second floor where the high school tutoring books were placed.

The bookstore is very quiet, but Yuan Xiaoyang is the same no matter whether he is in the bookstore or KTV, as soon as he opens the book, he enters another world.He rummaged through a few books, and after finding the book he needed, he read it quietly.

"Yuan Xiaoyang?" Someone suddenly yelled softly. Seeing that Yuan Xiaoyang didn't respond, the person patted Yuan Xiaoyang's shoulder lightly.

Yuan Xiaoyang was taken aback, turned his head to see the other party, showed a polite smile, nodded and said, "It's a coincidence, you're here too."

The visitor wore a pair of glasses, was short and fat, and had a standard bookish look.

His name is Luo Yu, he is Yuan Xiaoyang's classmate in the first year of high school, and he is still in the same class in the second year of high school.Yuan Xiaoyang told him whether he was familiar with him or not. It was probably Luo Yu who came to talk to him, and the topics he talked about were all about schoolwork.

Luo Yu saw Yuan Xiaoyang was carrying a schoolbag, and asked, "Are you going to make up lessons?"

Yuan Xiaoyang shook his head and said, "No."

Luo Yu was also carrying his schoolbag, and said, "I don't have one either. I've been playing all summer and haven't even opened a book. The start of school must be miserable."

"Oh, then you should read more." Yuan Xiaoyang had nothing to talk to him, and looked down at the book in his hand.

Seeing that Yuan Xiaoyang was reading the tutorial book, Luo Yu hurried over to read it, and asked, "Do you want to buy this one?"

"I'll just take a look..."

"Did you buy the tutoring books for next semester? Which one did you buy?" Luo Yu stared at Yuan Xiaoyang's face as if he was afraid that Yuan Xiaoyang would lie.

Yuan Xiaoyang looked uncomfortable, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "I probably won't buy it. Luo Yu, I've read it almost, so I want to go first."

Yuan Xiaoyang put the book back and wanted to find Lu Lang, but just as the book was put down, someone called him again.

"Isn't this Yuan Xiaoyang?" The visitor opened his throat and spoke even in the bookstore, "Don't you need to pick up waste today?"

Yuan Xiaoyang didn't want to turn his head away at all.

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