The little wolf dog is also pretending to be "milk" today

Middle school students are generally very vain in fighting. It is best to press the opponent to the ground and humiliate after the fight is the most awesome.

But Jiang Yu is different, he prefers quick battles.

The few people Du Yuanla brought here were not very capable, they were black-handed, but they didn't know how to fight, and they were cleaned up in a while.

Jiang Yu zipped up his school uniform, turned around and walked over, without looking at the shouting and insulting people behind him.

He didn't like to look up when he was walking, but always lowered his eyes, indifferent and careless.

Gu An recovered from the shock, hurriedly came out from the corner, and handed him the schoolbag: "Brother!"

Jiang Yu reached out to take it, paused his wrist, moved his shoulders, and put the schoolbag on his back calmly.

"Brother Jiang Yu, you are so powerful, you can knock down three with one person!" Gu An's expression was very excited, and he completely lost the stubbornness that prevented him from fighting before.

Seeing that Jiang Yu ignored him, he was not angry either. He threw the stick he had picked up somewhere into the trash can, and clapped his hands: "I just saw them holding sticks. I wanted to pass them to you secretly. One, but it doesn't seem to be used."

He sighed again: "You are amazing!"

Jiang Yu turned his face to the side, saw that he was inexplicably pleasing to the eye, and smiled.

"But will those people fight with you again?" Gu An caught up and looked up at him with worry in his eyes.

Although Jiang Yu didn't want to admit that he was being cared about by a child, he really felt very useful in his heart, and nodded reservedly: "It's possible, but generally few people in school want to fight with me."

"Why?" Gu An asked curiously.

Jiang Yu was silent for a while, then simply said: "They are afraid of me."

Gu An didn't know what was going on, and he looked adoring.

After walking for more than ten minutes, the two finally arrived home. Jiang Yu opened the door, threw away his schoolbag, and said without looking back, "I'll take a shower first, you wait."

Gu An obediently responded.

The water was hot enough to tingle over my shoulders and back.

The arms and calves were swept a few times, and they looked a little blue and hurt.

The most serious thing was the back. A cunning idiot slammed a stick on his shoulder while he was kicking someone.

When the hot water rushed through, the body ached especially obviously.

Jiang Yu frowned, squeezed some shower gel and applied it in a hurry, rubbed it perfunctorily for a while, and then rinsed it off.

He put on his pajamas and pushed the door out, his hair still wet.

Seeing him, Gu An was stunned: "Brother, don't you wipe your hair?"

Jiang Yu hummed and went straight back to the bedroom.

When Gu An went in to take a shower, he took out a bottle of safflower oil from the cabinet next to the bed.

The wound on the shoulder couldn't be reached, and even if I could, it was so painful that I couldn't stretch it out.

Jiang Yu raised his hand and tried twice before giving up in pain, and only hurriedly painted the bruises on his arms and legs.

The smell of musk is very strong. Even though Jiang Yu had opened the window in advance to let the air out for a while, Gu An smelled it immediately when he entered the door, and asked in amazement: "Safflower oil? Are you hurt?!"

Jiang Yu was a little speechless: "...Do you have a dog nose?"

Gu An didn't speak, but looked at him very nervously.

Jiang Yu has been alone for more than ten years, and he can learn to fight, but he is very bad at comforting people.

He concealed his nervousness with impatience, and his voice was calm: "Go and play, don't look at me."

Gu An didn't move, still staring at him.

Probably because his gaze was too direct, Jiang Yu didn't dare to take off his pajamas and paint his back.

He paused, threw the safflower oil away, and went straight to bed and lay down.

The moment his shoulder touched the bed board, he felt a little pain, and he stretched out his hand stiffly to pull the quilt on.

Gu An's eyes were sharp: "Is there an injury on your back?"

He waited for a while, seeing that Jiang Yu was not going to talk to him, he pursed his lips, and simply started.

In order to prevent people from struggling, he directly raised his leg and pressed Jiang Yu's lower body.

Jiang Yu was not wary of being crushed, kicked his foot lightly, and frowned: "What are you doing!"

Gu An pressed his shoulder with one hand: "I'll paint it for you, I used to paint this often."

Jiang Yu just wanted to say that if you didn't fight before, you should paint a fart, but then he reacted again, looked up at him, and didn't resist anymore.

With a serious expression on his face, Gu An first rubbed the medicine in his hands to warm it up, and then rubbed it on his back.

The weight is just right, and it is indeed a skilled worker.

Jiang Yu closed his eyes.

The touch of his hand is warm and moist, and there is no wound, but the bruises are a bit bluffing.

Jiang Yu's people are good-looking, fierce in fights, and of course they are not bad in figure, with tight and smooth shoulders and waists.

While pressing his shoulder, Gu An couldn't help thinking wildly.

Jiang Yu closed his eyes and was about to fall asleep in a daze when he suddenly heard a voice above his head: "Brother Jiang Yu, have you seen the little pornographic film?"

He woke up straight away.

Gu Anzheng looked down at him with a serious expression, and whispered, "I want to see."

Jiang Yu didn't know where his courage came from, and was a little shocked: "Why do you want to see it all of a sudden?"

Gu An thought for a while: "Because you look good."

Jiang Yu:? ? ?

He was silent for a while: "No."

Gu An was a little disappointed: "Okay."

After the soreness on his shoulders disappeared, Jiang Yu turned over and said, "Okay, go wash your hands and go to bed."

Gu An got off him, ran to the bathroom to wash his hands, went to the living room to check whether the door was locked, and came back soon.

He climbed into bed: "Good night, brother Jiangyu."

Jiang Yu was so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open: "Good night."

The next morning, the two of them were taken directly to the office to write a review on skipping classes.

There are three full pages of paper, and my hands will be tired after standing in front of the desk.

Old Liu held an enamel jar in one hand, and stared at people with Erlang's legs crossed: "Do you still dare to skip class?! Good guy ran away, but luckily the security guard didn't catch me, otherwise my monthly grade will be negative again this month! "

Jiang Yushun said: "Obviously it's because you are often late and deducted points."

Other teachers in the room laughed a few times.

"Get out of here." Old Liu kicked him lightly, "Don't be arrogant just because of your good grades, and if you dare to skip class next time, you'll be asked to do a self-criticism on the podium."

Jiang Yu immediately shut up.

After going back, it was just in time for early self-study and get out of class, they got up late in the morning and didn't eat, so they went to the restaurant with Li He.

When passing through the corridor, someone deliberately bumped his shoulder, Jiang Yu frowned and looked at it, it was Du Yuan.

There were obvious bruises around the corners of his eyes, and his face was ugly. Seeing Jiang Yu looking over, he sneered.

The repeaters who followed behind also sneered one by one.

Jiang Yu started to itch again.

After the crowd walked away, Li He asked in a low voice, "How many people went there yesterday?"

"Four." Jiang Yu said.

"Fuck, a group of idiots organized a group to give away heads." Li He frowned and cursed, then turned to look at him again, "No one hurt, right?"

Jiang Yu denied it very simply: "No."

Gu An quietly raised his head.

Li He didn't ask any more questions, and started excitedly discussing the upcoming Qingming holiday.

The weather in spring seemed to be getting hotter very quickly, and the winter clothes in the school uniform were quickly changed into thinner layers.

During the three-day Qingming holiday, they didn't go out to play much, except to go to an Internet cafe that Li He had invited early to start a black war.

After the start of school again, the ninth grade directly entered the preparation for the senior high school entrance examination.

No. [-] Middle School has been famous for its high enrollment rate, and the school did not dare to relax, and began to increase the amount of examinations and revisions.

In the just-concluded final exam, Jiang Yu finally had a deep understanding of Gu An's level of mastery.

"The highest score in mathematics, Gu An 120."

"The highest score in English, Gu An 118."

"The highest score in physics, Gu An 70..."

Except for the fact that Jiang Yu was good at history and barely grabbed the highest score, the rest of the subjects were all dominated by Gu An.

After the work meeting, Li He leaned over in shock and leaned on his desk to look up and down.

Gu An folded the test papers and asked curiously, "Are you full?"

Jiang Yu laughed.

Li He stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, and sighed, "I haven't seen a living child prodigy!"

Gu An knocked his hand off: "I'm not a child prodigy."

Li Hecai didn't care what he said, and sighed: "I thought Yu'er was already the most awesome schoolmaster I've ever seen, but I didn't expect that."

Jiang Yu clicked his tongue: "Student bullshit, when I didn't pay attention in class, you were the only one who slept and stood up every day."

Li He hurriedly withdrew with a haha.

After the people walked away, Gu An reached out and patted Jiang Yu's shoulder, and whispered, "Brother."

"What are you doing?" Jiang Yu glanced at him.

Gu An seemed a little embarrassed, his eyes crooked with a smile: "I'm going to celebrate my birthday soon."

Jiang Yu was taken aback: "When?"

"tomorrow."

Jiang Yu looked at him, and asked for a long time: "What birthday present do you want?"

Gu An's eyes lit up: "Birthday gift?"

"Yes, anything is fine."

Gu An thought excitedly for a long time, then shook his head in a daze: "I don't want anything."

Jiang Yu didn't ask any more questions. Anyway, tomorrow happens to be Saturday, so he can think about it slowly at home.

He turned his pen around and asked again, "Aren't you 13 years old after your birthday?"

Gu An hummed, and stretched out two fingers seriously: "It's just two years younger than you."

The class bell rang, but Jiang Yu ignored him.

After evening self-study and school, after packing up the weekend homework, Gu An came over with his schoolbag on his back: "Going home?"

Jiang Yu hummed casually, thinking about the birthday gift for a night of self-study, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, he blurted out: "Do you want to go back to grandpa's house to see?"

Grandpa Gu's house is not far from the city, and it takes more than two hours to get there by high-speed train.

Jiang Yu booked tickets one night in advance, and the next morning, they packed up their clothes and went straight to the station.

Since getting up in the morning, Gu An has been very silent, often in a daze, unable to tell whether it is restlessness or confusion.

The smell in the carriage was dull, and Jiang Yu was a little drowsy, but he couldn't fall asleep by leaning on the seat.

Gu An glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "You can lean on me and sleep, you might have to transfer later."

Jiang Yu hesitated for two seconds, then turned his face and leaned on his shoulder.

Before falling asleep, he still thought in a daze: ... Gu An seems to have grown taller.

I don't know how long he slept, but when he was conscious again, he heard Gu An talking in his ear.

Jiang Yu frowned and opened his eyes.

"Brother, wake up, we're here."

The surrounding sounds are a bit chaotic, probably getting off the car.

Jiang Yu sat up straight, and when he was about to speak, he saw two girls in the next seat looking at him and secretly laughing.

It seems that they are still talking about something... from next year to next year.

Gu An didn't hear it, got up and pressed his shoulder, and smiled at him: "Let's go."

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