I'm going to fuck you

Wei Zexu's face was blue and white, very ugly.

The teacher on the podium was still talking eloquently, with a sharp and soft voice talking about the ideological center and expressing feelings of "Returning to the Future", this voice fell into Wei Zexu's ears, but it made him tense involuntarily. Nervous.

His fingers curled up slightly, and he pressed the table tightly. He didn't want to sit down, but propped up his body vainly, with his legs half-bent, hanging above the chair, maintaining such an awkward posture.

The male ghost behind him was not annoyed at all, but with a slight force on his arms, he pulled Wei Zexu onto his lap and sat down. His arms were like irons, tightly clasping Wei Zexu.

Just sitting like this, the object slid over the seam of his trousers, and the tight fit of his body amplified Wei Zexu's senses. He pressed his lips hard, not wanting to cry out.

"Hey, relax," Wei Zexu's chin was scratched, and Wei Zexu felt that the male ghost behind him seemed to be teasing a cat, "No one can see me or hear me, what are you afraid of?"

His voice was very leisurely and casual, and Wei Zexu could even imagine the male ghost hugging him with one hand behind his back, squinting his eyes and smiling lightly.

The corners of his eyes twitched, so he could only lower his voice, the voice was a little muffled, like a breathy sound in his throat, "If you don't use that thing under my buttocks, I'll kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his chest was pinched, Wei Zexu's whole body went limp, and he almost cried out.

The male ghost behind him bit his earlobe, sprayed his cold breath on his neck, made Wei Zexu move uncomfortably, his earlobe was stained a little red, "Little villain!"

For the whole class, Wei Zexu didn't pay attention to the class. He was touched by the male ghost from top to bottom, and was teased from inside to outside. A little bit of bruising.

The male ghost couldn't control the strength of his hand, so he used a little force, thinking he wanted to leave marks on purpose.

Fortunately, they were sitting in the last row, with the right side against the wall and the left row separated by some distance, so they didn't notice Wei Zexu's strange and awkward sitting posture.

After class, Wei Zexu jumped up from his seat as if he had thorns on his buttocks, his hands and feet were a little stiff, and he rushed to the playground outside.

The male ghost stood there, staring at the teaching building not far from the window, his brows were deeply frowned, his eyes were dark and dark, he tightened his fingers hard, and a sneer hung on the corner of his lips.

Zhang Wei shook his shoulders, pulled his school uniform jacket and cursed in Chinese characters, "Why did it suddenly become cold, this damn weather is fatal!"

He turned his head and looked outside, the sun was shining brightly outside, although the spring was expected to be cold, but at this time, the spring cold had already passed.

The male ghost restrained his eyes, his eyes were slightly cold, and he stared at Zhang Wei, his smile was a little cruel and fierce, exuding hostility all over his body, he knocked on the table with his hand, and caught a glimpse of Wei Zexu's steaming Mark on the table When drinking the cup, he restrained his hostility.

He didn't like this person very much in the first place, and he always pestered the person he liked, which made him very jealous.

However, if it would make Ze Xu angry, let him go. The male ghost touched the mouth of the mug with his finger, and gradually lost his figure, and the cold and cold aura also disappeared.

Zhang Wei shivered unconsciously, he looked around, the feeling of being spied on and being in the shade dissipated again, he tugged on his coat, and took it off again in the heat.

Wei Zexu was wandering outside, went to a small shop to buy a box of pulsation and came back, squatted outside and drank a few sips before he managed to stabilize his mind, walked into the classroom, and sat down after noticing that there was no such shady breath. to his seat.

After the Chinese class is the chemistry class. Their chemistry scores in the mock test this time are not bad, ranking second among the six classes. The chemistry teacher reviewed the knowledge points for them as usual, and asked them to start memorizing chemical equations.

The students below were listless, and they were weak when they memorized the chemical equations. The people who were talking below made a loud noise.

The chemistry teacher himself was impatient, raised his eyelids, asked someone to close the door, and played the video for them.

The so-called videos are not the kind of comedy movies that students expect, but those celebrity anecdotes on the popular science education channel.

Chemistry teachers give them great contributions from various greats of the subject, all in all just super boring.

At least from Wei Zexu's point of view, he half-closed his eyes and stared at what was on his book.After drawing a portrait of a character, he grabbed a piece of paper and began to copy the anime character in the album.

Zhang Wei turned around secretly, and whispered to Wei Zexu, "Fortunately, it's not a biology class, animal autopsy or something, I don't want to read it again..."

Wei Zexu nodded his head with lingering fear. After reading it, he didn't eat lunch that day, and he was so disgusted.

The whole classroom was quiet, only the soothing baritone in the electronic whiteboard was still introducing the historical contributions of a great chemical scientist. The chemistry teacher moved a stool and sat at the door to watch with them.

Joan sat on the stool, staring at the video on the screen, his pupils shrank slightly, but the black and white picture that was still explaining suddenly dimmed and turned into another scene.

The girl in a bright red dress and small leather shoes stood on the top of the building, tweeting on her mobile phone over and over again, saying that she wanted Qiao An to come and see her, otherwise she would jump off the building.

Some of the netizens downstairs were consoling and contemptuous, but most of them felt that the girls were just sensationalizing. Qiao An even glanced at it indifferently and threw the phone aside.

He still remembered that morning when he woke up, the whole weibo headline was swiped by this girl's death, and some people even mentioned his name, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, the manager acted resolutely, and the company that found Weibo for him quickly deleted those posts that were clearly directional, and then asked him to take advantage of the girl's death to issue a statement to win the favor of the majority of netizens.

It is also because of this that he has stepped up to his current position step by step.

Joan watched the girl screaming on the screen, and finally jumped down from the seventh floor, dripping with blood. Large swaths of blood red spread from his body, and the long black hair like seaweed was entangled.

In the silence of the night, it looked particularly frightening.

Joan opened her eyes wide, watching the female ghost dragging her broken leg and crawling towards her covered in blood. The pale hand was covered with corpse spots, and her face was scratched a few times. Flesh, grinning at him.

"It's mine, it's mine..."

The sinister voice rang in his ears, and the broken hand stretched out towards him, the nails were still painted with dark black nail polish, and there was a little dust on it...