I'm going to fuck you

Wei Zexu shook his head, feeling that he was really suspicious recently, he took a sip of water, which calmed down his terrible and irritable mood.

I don't know what's going on, but whenever he thinks of that male ghost, he feels hot all over his body, and he thinks of the successive erotic dreams, and he is constantly being invaded and deeply possessed.

The scale is large enough to be comparable to the movies he once watched with Zhang Wei.

Old Xu briefly introduced Qiao An, and said that during the five days and four nights, Qiao An would have close contact with them. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard loud shouts and endless applause from below. Excuse me.

He didn't chase stars very much, but he didn't expect Joan's appeal to be so great, and the students below him to be so enthusiastic, one or two looked like Popeye who had eaten spinach.

He patted Joan on the shoulder, "Get along well with everyone in the future, I hope you can become a part of our class."

Wei Zexu looked over and saw that the smile on Qiao An's face was very faint, and sarcasm and impatience flashed in his eyes. His smile was very cold, like the cold air in winter, maintaining his superficial politeness.

In a word, it is fake.

He couldn't get used to this big star anymore. Wei Zexu looked down at the comic book in his hand and yawned bored. Then he saw that Lao Xu had arranged a seat for Qiao An, next to the real top student.

The girls around were so excited that they seemed to pass out, Wei Zexu raised his lips and sneered, but his face was a little better, so there was nothing to be happy about.

Zhang Wei stuck his pen, looked at the extremely lively scene over there, and said with a bitter face, "Hey, why do so many people like the kind of boys who have nothing on the outside and on the inside? Can faces be eaten?" ?”

Wei Zexu rolled his eyes, "Who are you talking about the boy with inner heart?"

"Far in the sky, right in front of you."

Wei Zexu pretended to look deeply, and then slowly said: "What, no matter how I look, I can't see..."

Zhang Wei laughed angrily, took the book and patted Wei Zexu, showing a little melancholy: "Okay, a handsome person like you won't understand my loneliness, you don't understand the darkness of night during the day... "

Wei Zexu opened his notebook that was spread out on the table, and ignored Zhang Wei. He drew Joan's on a blank page of the notebook.The character looks pretty cute.

Because Wei Zexu has the habit of memorizing things, he is used to drawing two strokes at random when he is bored. If you spread out the notebook now, you can see that he has basically finished one-third of the drawing, although the previous paintings are all Some scattered things.

Look at that.Wei Zexu curled his lips, and then timed down below, writing his name in a fluttering manner.

He closed the notebook again, sandwiching the notebook among a pile of exercise books.

Just after finishing get out of class, Ling Wei Zexu rushed out of the classroom. He was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, feeling uncomfortable after holding back a class, and ran away in a hurry.

Who knew that after returning to the class after going to the toilet, Wei Zexu felt that the atmosphere in the classroom was a little strange again.

The usually noisy classmates are now sitting quietly and obediently in their seats, without saying a word, and they are a little quiet.

A girl sitting in front of Joan has red eyes and is wearing a long school uniform jacket that does not belong to her. She is still wiping her tears with a toilet paper in her hand.

This time before Wei Zexu asked him, Zhang Wei had already started talking, he lowered his voice, and his expression was vivid: "You don't know, the girl sitting in front of Qiao An just now doesn't know what's going on, A large blob of ink was splashed on the back."

"Who is so boring to bully girls?"

"I don't know, I heard the girl scream, and then I saw a big ink stain on her back. At that time, most people were focused on talking to that girl, and no one saw what was going on. "

Wei Zexu flicked his fingertips, and the hand holding the fountain pen unconsciously drew a crooked arc on the book.

"Tell me, it can't be that there is something dirty," Zhang Wei was still joking happily, he punched Wei Zexu's arm, and lowered his voice, "It's just a ghost or something..."

The word "ghost" touched Wei Zexu's sensitive nerves, and he thought of the "spring dream" he had been forced to have by the ghost bed these days and the place on the subway where someone pinched him, which made his face gradually turn pale.

"Okay, how can there be ghosts in this world?" He reluctantly said, lowered his head weakly, and stopped talking to Zhang Wei.

The sky is bright and bright, so there shouldn't be ghosts or anything like that.

He slowly took the textbook to be taught in the next class, and the notebook he had just put in fell down in front of him, and he flipped through two pages, Wei Zexu picked it up casually Want to put it back.

He suddenly widened his eyes. The page of Joan he had just drawn on the book had been torn off, and there were still jagged paper marks on the edge, as if he had torn it off vigorously in anger.

"Zhang Wei, did you see someone move my notebook?"

Zhang Wei couldn't take his eyes off the juvenile manga in front of him, and he just casually rolled his eyelids when he heard Wei Zexu's question: "No, no one came to you just now."

"Who has the guts to touch your things, isn't this just for money?"

Although Zhang Wei's words were a bit harsh, it was true.

Because Wei Zexu and Zhang Wei sat on the left side of the last row, and Wei Zexu sat in the corner alone, so no one would come to this place.

Could it be...it's him again?Wei Zexu couldn't control his thoughts, and thought of the male ghost and pervert again.

But apart from a page being torn out of the notebook, nothing else happened, which greatly comforted Wei Zexu.

The fourth class in the afternoon was physical education class. Wei Zexu was about to play basketball with a basketball hooked on his shoulders with Zhang Wei early on. After a while, the physical education teacher came to look for them.

"Wei Zexu, take Joan to play. Just now, a girl accidentally injured her ankle while playing badminton with them. I'll take her to the infirmary."

Originally, Joan was dragged by a group of girls to play badminton, but the girl hurt her ankle. Joan's expression changed, and he shook his head: "No, I'm tired and want to take a rest."

Wei Zexu stared at the direction where the girl was injured, wondering what he was thinking, he seemed to have seen a shadow just now.

"Let's go," Wei Zexu pulled Qiao An's wrist, "The teacher said let us take you, then let's play a game."

He stopped and looked at Joan: "You are recording a show, you don't want you to be so out of group, do you?"

The skin contact made Qiao An frowned uncomfortably. Just as he was about to speak, the two of them let go of their hands at the same time. For some reason, both Qiao An and Wei Zexu felt their palms burning, as if they were scalded by something. same.

They looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.