Fake Slackers

Wanda was still talking about the great contribution he made to the class just now, and he was almost moved to tears when he said it, saying that he almost died in class [-] because of the program list, and was surrounded by a group of people just after entering.

As soon as He Zhao said the black nail polish, Wanda took two steps back, staggered, pulled Liu Cunhao and said, "Damn it, brothers, retreat quickly."

Liu Cunhao almost lost his footing, and jumped up straight away, flipping his chair with him when he got up: "... Get out, run away!"

He Zhao noticed that Xie Yu's whole body was stiff, and the hand that had been deliberately rubbing against his palm and hooking his fingers from time to time stopped suddenly, then Xie Yu stood up, looked at him and said, "You want to die? "

Everyone knows about Xie Yu's black nail polish.

In the legend, he is a gloomy and unpredictable figure.

Although Liu Cunhao and the others didn’t know exactly what was going on, Xie Yu’s self-introduction on the stage when he entered the second year of high school was that he didn’t wear black nail polish, which didn’t sound like a pleasant topic anyway.

"The two of them really," Liu Cunhao and the others safely evacuated the fighting area, ran from the back row of the classroom to the podium, and took a breath, "I know how to do things all day long."

Wanda said: "Manual is a good use of the word."

Isn't it just hands and feet?

Although Xie Yu was extremely irritable when he didn't wake up, from their perspective, they could only see He Zhao pressing Xie Yu against the wall, still holding on to the wrist.

He Zhao looked at him: "Stop making trouble, I was joking."

Xie Yu didn't talk nonsense to him, and the two immediately wrestled together.

Luo Wenqiang looked at it and shook his head: "It's depraved."

Xu Qingqing: "It's unsightly."

Wanda: "Give Li a breath."

He Zhao has a good understanding of Xie Yu's temper, but it seems tough, as long as he masturbates it in less than 3 minutes, he can get rid of this bad temper.In the end, the temper that had just been let go was aroused by Xu Jing's words: "Actually, I think this proposal is not bad..."

The style of the dance they arranged was not like the down-to-earth Divine Comedy of Class [-]. It was chosen rather coldly, and with some other elements added, it was quite suitable to walk away from the dark wind.

The more Xu Jing thought about it, the more she felt that this plan was feasible.

Luo Wenqiang came down from the podium to see that the two of them had finished their fight, and hurriedly retreated after hearing this sentence: "Quiet, are you serious?"

Xie Yu was straightening the chair with one hand, when he heard this sentence, he looked up at Xu Jing.

That glance sent Xu Jing's back shivering.

Xu Jing really didn't give up. She brought a bottle of nail polish over the next day, but she didn't dare to pass it to the back row. She sat next to Xu Qingqing and asked nervously, "What do you think? What kind of opening statement should I adopt, brother Yu? Will it give me a chance to live?"

Xu Qingqing said while collecting homework: "I don't think there is such an opening statement in the world."

Xu Jing sighed in disappointment.

On the contrary, He Zhao came back from the outside, and when he passed the third row, he took out two napkins that Xu Qingqing had put on the corner of the table, wiped his hands and asked, "Cultural Committee, what are you doing?"

"Nail polish," Xu Jing said, "black."

He Zhao took it, twisted it open, looked at it, paused and said, "Lend me a while."

Xie Yu went to self-study early to catch up on sleep. He squinted on his stomach for a while and did not fall asleep. The English teacher led them to read the vocabulary handbook too loudly, and this group of people did not read on the same frequency. More and more chaotic, fast and slow.

With his eyes closed, he felt He Zhao gently touch his hand.

Then a pungent smell floated over.

Xie Yu opened his eyes and saw He Chaozai carefully painting something on his nails: "..."

He Zhao just wanted to see what the children would paint, but after painting half of his hand, he found that the visual impact was a bit big.

Xie Yu's nails were neatly manicured, his fingers were long and thin, and his joints were clearly defined.

The black nail polish makes the whole hand white to the point of sickness.

"Wipe it," Xie Yu resisted getting angry, and then said, "I'll give you three seconds."

After Xie Yu finished speaking, He Zhao came back to his senses, and used the roll of paper towels that he had just wiped his hands to wipe off the smear on his nails. When he wiped, he accidentally rubbed it against the edge, and got a little between his fingers.

The day of the school celebration performance is getting closer and closer.

In addition to the intensive rehearsal, the most important thing is to think about the style of the costumes. They picked out many sets before and after. Xu Jing even invited Old Tang to come over for advice, but Old Tang's taste is obviously not in the same era as them: "What do you think about Chinese tunic suits?" Like? The Chinese republic and the spirit of the Constitution..."

Everyone said in unison: "No, no, no, it's not good."

"Inappropriate, really inappropriate."

Xie Yu has only one requirement for what to wear: be normal.

It doesn't matter anything else, just put it on the school uniform.

In the end, Xu Jing chose to choose, and decided to wear a white shirt directly. The styles are versatile and basically can't go wrong.

Because the order was placed late, when the courier was delivered to the school, there were only two days left before the school celebration.

"Just arrived, everyone hasn't left yet." Not long after the school bell rang, Luo Wenqiang came back from the guard room with a cardboard box in his arms. If it doesn’t fit, we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

Xie Yu returned to the dormitory, threw the clothes on the bed, stared at the suit for a while after taking a shower, and then took it out of the transparent packaging bag.

It's simple, but looks a little too big.

When He Zhao knocked on the door, Xie Yu had just taken off his sweater and hadn't had time to put on his shirt yet.

Just now in the evening self-study, He Zhao said that he made a very interesting set of test papers last night, and he will show them to him when he goes back later. Xie Yu knew that he was coming, so he didn't lock the door.

The door is ajar.

He Chaoqu tapped it twice with his fingers, but he didn't care, and pushed it away, unexpectedly the boy's bare back came into view.

Xie Yu just took a shower, his hair was not dried and looked wet.

He Zhao couldn't help but look at the low-waisted denim that Xie Yu was wearing underneath. A certain part of the back waist was slightly sunken, and further up, the shoulder blades were protruding, with smooth lines.

He only saw two eyes, and without blinking, Xie Yu had already put on his shirt.

"What about the test paper?" Xie Yu said as he buttoned up his clothes and put it against his head. His fingers were wrapped with white jade-like buttons. He was just halfway through the buttons, and his collar was wide open, making his collarbone even thinner. "How did you do it?" gone?"

The white shirt looked deserted, but He Zhao felt that the air around him became hotter and hotter.

Who cares about the test papers.

"Don't do it," said He Zhao, "do something else."

The single bed is still a little bit reluctant to accommodate two people, and there is a "squeak" sound when you move it. The surrounding is silent, and this sound is amplified, which sounds particularly ambiguous.

Xie Yu just buttoned up his shirt buttons, but He Zhao unbuttoned them one by one from bottom to top.

He Zhao had no patience in his movements, and was irritated to undo the buttons with one hand. If Xie Yu hadn't reminded him that he would have to wear them on stage in two days, he might have pulled those buttons directly.

"Don't pull it," Xie Yu's hair was half dry, the collar of his shirt was wet, and even his eyes seemed to be foggy, "If you pull it again, you will get out."

He Zhao loosened his grip a little.

With scorching heat in his fingertips, he kept moving upwards, and with his other hand, he unzipped Xie Yu's trousers. The low-waisted denim was hanging between his crotch, and he reached in directly.

Xie Yu spoke harshly just now, but now he is a little speechless. He unconsciously inserted five fingers into He Chao's hair, curled his knuckles, and let out an "um" with a suppressed voice.

An extremely small, overflowing sound.

The ending was slightly dragged back, as if something scratched one's heart.heart itching.

Both of them couldn't control it. He Zhao's hand slowly moved back, reaching down from Xie Yu's back, along the tailbone, and touched a certain sunken place... Xie Yu felt where his hand was touching, My whole body froze, and my mind froze for a moment.

"...Brother." Xie Yu pressed his lips and called him in a low voice.

He Zhao woke up a little bit after being called "Brother".

The children are not yet of age.

Not of age.

Hold.

The two of them were almost undressed, He Zhao pulled out his hand, propped it on the side, and slowed down for a while.

After Xie Yu took a shower, he still didn't feel calm, so he washed the shirt by the way.

He Zhao was not much better. When he finished washing, someone was already whistling downstairs.He wiped his hair and walked to the bed, wanting to check the time, and saw a text message sent by a child 10 minutes ago.

- Months, birthday, 18.

Xie Yu spoke succinctly. At first glance, these three subsections couldn't be connected. He Zhao read it twice, and after he understood it, he felt that the bath just now was for nothing, and his body burned a little bit.

He doubted whether this person did it on purpose.

Came here on purpose to tease him.

The next morning.

Xie Yu and He Zhao entered the classroom one after another. Seeing these two people appearing, Xu Jing didn't even memorize English words, so she hurried over and asked if the clothes fit: "How about the shirt? I asked in the group yesterday, you two I won't go back..."

Xu Jing asked several times in the group last night, Liu Cunhao said it was just right, and Luo Wenqiang felt a little tight, so everyone discussed whether wearing more clothes would make it loose, and finally asked him to eat less for the past two days.

At the end of the chat, it was discovered that the two core team members had never appeared during the whole process.

Aite several times to no avail.

"Clothes," He Zhao said with a cough, "...it fits you well."

The homework left yesterday has not been written yet, Xie Yu spread out the homework book and planned to copy two questions.

The clothes fit well, and the school celebration is coming soon, so there is no time to change if they don't fit, Xu Jing was half-hearted, and asked, "Brother Yu, how about you?"

Before Xie Yu could speak, He Zhao said, "He also fits well."

Xu Jing: "..."

Xu Jing vaguely felt that there was something wrong with these words, after pondering for a while, she figured it out, and said cautiously: "How do you know?"

Xie Yu was copying the multiple-choice questions, but his pen stopped halfway through the copying.