Accelerated Escape on the Moon River

Quan Tang shaved his bald head after falling in love with Qu Chaoyuan.

In May, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. The trees in the school look different every day. They are still fluffy today, and they will be lush tomorrow.

Qu Chaoyuan's criminal procedure law class is at ten o'clock in the morning, and his home is an hour and a half away from the school by car.

Qu Chaoyuan is used to coming to school in advance, and he has to prepare for the start of classes. Even though he has been a teacher for many years, those processes can be followed without thinking, but he is used to going to the staff lounge or to the Read a book in the office to meditate and adjust your state.

There should be classes in the classroom where he attends class before ten o'clock.

However, today Qu Chaoyuan forgot to bring the key of the teaching and research office, and called the detective teacher he was familiar with on weekdays, but the other party hadn't arrived yet.

After waiting at the door of the teaching and research room for a few minutes, Qu Chaoyuan walked towards the classroom.

There might be empty classrooms next to it.

Passing by the classroom where he was going to attend class later, from the high windows, he didn't see the blackboard with writing on the blackboard that usually appeared, nor did he see the teacher's head with disheveled hair.

The projection screen is red.

Because most of the students are studying English this morning, the sounds of singing and reading in the corridor, the sound of the radio and the news rhyme with each other one after another, making it uncomfortable for the ears.Qu Chaoyuan couldn't be sure if he heard the sound of class when he was standing in front of the door.

He tentatively pushed the door open, and a crack in the door opened, and a typical voice that was different from the class came out.

Qu Chaoyuan pushed open the door.

Quan Tang turned to look at the door.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Quan Tang turned his head back again, and said coldly, "Hi, teacher."

Qu Chaoyuan nodded: "Hello."

Quan Tang wanted to concentrate on watching the last few minutes. He sat in the middle of the classroom, looking up at the curtain slightly.

He was alone in the classroom, the windows were closed tightly, and the light came from the pictures on the curtain.

Qu Chaoyuan was slightly surprised, but he quickly recognized which movie it was after glancing at the scene on the curtain.

He pulled up a chair on Quan Tang's right and sat down, silently and politely, he accompanied Quan Tang to enjoy the last part.

A boy wearing a red bellyband appeared on the curtain, followed by a gun and a woman lying on the ground, bleeding out, a tuba raised suddenly, surging red sorghum and spreading red sun, and the whole world was enveloped in flowing Original red inside.

The video Quan Tang found was very high-definition, and the sweat and dust on the man's back were clearly visible.

Qu Chaoyuan noticed that his student's hand on the table was tightly clenched into a small stone, and his breathing was tense and laborious.

In Qu Chaoyuan's heart, this is a special student.

He has an impression of Quan Tang.

After all, Quan Tang's eyes followed him all the time, from the beginning of class to the end of get out of class for more than an hour.

He is not a student who seems to be good at building a good relationship with the teacher, and seems to be too gloomy in communication.But his gaze never left Qu Chaoyuan's side.

These are a pair of long light brown eyes with pointed corners and pointed tails. The double eyelids and the curved shape of the lying silkworm are very delicate, a pair of fox eyes.But the little fox with a bodhisattva heart who can't do bad things and often shows foolishness, always watches Qu Chaoyuan calmly and peacefully.

Quan Tang is the only boy with half-long hair in the class. Sometimes he uses a hair band, sometimes tied up, sometimes untied, blowing out a shape, like a Hong Kong star boy in the eighties and 90s.

Today, Quan Tang is wearing a white T-shirt with a red vest, with four pockets embroidered with half-opened avocados. He is wearing a pair of khaki overalls, showing half of his calf, and a pair of small boots.He didn't look like a regular student in law school, but he looked a lot like one in art school.

A boy's voice resounded in the classroom: "Mother, mother, go to the southwest, the wide road, the long treasure ship..."

That piece of red burned, giving birth to an infinite and endless aroma of wine, which dyed the entire curtain.

Quan Tang closed his eyes tightly, and let out a long breath slowly.Then he got up and walked up to the podium to turn off the page, just as the projector was about to turn off.

"Don't turn it off, there is still half an hour for class. Save it for class." Qu Chaoyuan said.

Quan Tang pursed his lips tightly, took a quick look at Qu Chaoyuan, then looked away again, with the corners of his mouth curled downward.

Qu Chaoyuan chatted with him: "Come so early, to watch a movie?"

Quan Tang nodded: "There is no one anyway, the big screen is more comfortable."

Qu Chaoyuan asked: "Is there no one in this classroom before?"

Quan Tang looked at Qu Chaoyuan's face again, and this time he moved away before finishing his turn, his voice sounded alienated and careless: "In the first half of the semester, there are English classes, and in the second half of the semester, there are English classes. It's gone."

Qu Chaoyuan smiled gently: "So that's the case."

He is very good at chatting with students. Qu Chaoyuan has always been an easy-going and humorous teacher, which is why he can be voted the best young professor in the school by students every time. He asked Quan Tang: "Do you like red sorghum?"

Quan Tang came down from the podium to take his schoolbag, holding a USB flash drive in his hand, Qu Chao Yuan thought that USB flash drive looked very familiar, it was the same style as his.

He didn't answer directly: "I often watch the early films of Jiang Wen and Gong Li."

"What about letting the bullets fly?"

Quan Tang lowered his eyelashes: "Comparatively speaking, I prefer sunny days." He suddenly added: "It's actually good to let the bullets fly, but it's not rough. If it's not rough, the sense of life will be compromised." .”

Qu Chaoyuan's eyes behind the lens are curved: "Then do you like ferocious animals?"

Quan Tang: "I may prefer to look beautiful. In words." He added, as if worried that the teacher would be unhappy, "Looking beautiful is more flexible in the use of words, but it has not lost The pyrotechnics of a rogue."

Quan Tang frowned, the corners of his mouth turned inward, and two pieces of soft flesh protruded from his cheeks.

He finished speaking by himself, apprehensively criticizing what he had said.

"Your evaluation is very special." Qu Chaoyuan praised, "Very thoughtful."

Quan Tang's face turned red as if he was allergic, he glanced at Qu Chaoyuan and left, then took a sneak peek, and tentatively said: "The teacher comes very early every time."

Qu Chaoyuan smiled brightly at him: "I want the students to go to the classroom to get ready first."

Quan Tang nodded: "It's also..."

"The last time I passed by the basketball court, I saw the teacher playing." Quan Tang changed the topic, "It was playing with Teacher Huang and Teacher Yang."

The three procedural law teachers have a good relationship, and they often go to play at night, and they are also part of the law school teachers' basketball team.Quan Tang came back from the off-campus fruit shop occasionally to see it, and since then he has never left the scene.

"Yeah, we might all be free. You boys should also like to play basketball, right?" Qu Chaoyuan asked him.

Quan Tang agreed: "That's for sure. My roommate likes playing basketball very much. His name is Chi Zhong. We often practice together. Next time we can make an appointment with the teachers."

Qu Chaoyuan laughed again, his eyes crooked: "Then I think you will be asked to let go of the water. Our old arms and legs have long since died."

Quan Tang smiled foolishly at the teacher.

When Chi Zhong came to the classroom, Quan Tang was lying on the table with his face turned inward, exposing the back of his dark head to him.

Qu Chaoyuan was looking at his mobile phone on the podium, pacing back and forth.

Chi Zhong sat next to Quan Tang, and Quan Tang immediately turned his head to face him, Chi Zhong realized that something was wrong with this kid.

Quan Tang seemed to be crying but not crying, his face was flushed, and he couldn't wait.

"what happened to you?"

Quan Tang let out a meow-like hum from his throat.

"I talked to him today." With water in Quan Tang's eyes, he stood up the book, pressed his feverish cheek against the table and whispered to Chi Chong, "I talked to my baby."

Quan Tang couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth at all, as if two transparent elves were tugging at the corners of his mouth, showing hesitation and laughter.

Chi Chong's fingers trembled, as if he wanted to test the temperature of his forehead, but he held back: "What are you doing again?"

"You don't know how good he is." Quan Tang's tone was trembling. "It's such a hot day, and he's still wearing a suit. Isn't he hot at all? He smells so good, it's very clear, a little No smell of sweat at all. Woohoo, I've sniffed it."

"Qu Chaoyuan is so white, rosy white, with tender skin, let me touch it, and I will die a hundred times immediately."

Chi Zhong's face turned red when he heard this: "Are you still a human being?"

Quan Tang: "I'm a ground beetle under the feet of a beautiful man. What kind of person am I? I'm not a human being."

Chi Zhong took a few glances at him, the schoolbag was originally on the table, and he was about to change the seat in his hand.

"Don't, don't—" Quan Tang grabbed Chi Zhong, "I won't say anything."

Chi snorted heavily.

"Brother." Quan Tang stuck to Chi Zhong's arm like a dog's leg, "Brother, teach me how to play basketball."

Chi Chong glanced at him in disgust.

He didn't say yes right away.

Quan Tang's liking comes from a sudden rise in the weather at the beginning of May.

The weather was abnormal that week - it suddenly soared to more than 30 degrees, which urged all the flowers that needed to bloom in the school. The students all changed into summer T-shirts and shorts to attend classes, and the school's air conditioner finally started to work.

The hotness of this week has come too unprepared, as if Xia Tian couldn't hold back anymore, eager to try and release the leading film to give people a taste.

Quan Tang and Chi Zhong went to the class of contract law against the sun, and scolded the contract law teacher 180 times for the two o'clock sun in their hearts.

The contract law teacher has a somewhat silly temperament, but this temperament is cute when it comes to a little boy, and hateful when it comes to a middle-aged man.

Furthermore, this teacher never trusts horses in class; never distinguishes importance; is always in the cloud; .

He hurried in from the door of the classroom: he had just rang the bell.

The clumsy teacher put the bag on the table and went up to the podium to turn on the projector.When he raised his hand, Quan Tang saw two pieces of dark fabric under his armpit, and the heavy plaid shirt was eaten by his sweat.

Quan Tang's face instantly turned into a salted prunes.

"Huh—" He turned his face away in disgust.

He hates stinky men.

It's not that Quan Tang doesn't love the masculinity watered by sweat, but that kind of sweat must be the crystal rolling on the forehead and eyebrows after high-intensity exercise; Saw two embarrassing wet patches of moss.

Xia Tian's leading film failed to bring him the fresh and tender flesh/body of his seniors, but instead sent him the sweaty underarms of a pair of middle-aged men.

But there is more to it than that.The next day was still scorching hot, and the bald economic law teacher also hurried in with the bell ringing for class.After frantically writing on the blackboard, he turned around and saw two bumps the size of rice grains on the striped shirt on his chest.

The bumps are moving on the fat breasts, and the brown face can still be seen faintly.

Quan Tang's eyes were about to burst.

"I/Fuck!" he yelled.

Chi Zhong was dozing off, but was awakened by his blood-weeping scolding, and asked him with a frown, "What are you doing?"

Quan Tang hated: "Smelly men, a bunch of stinky men."

Quan Tang originally thought this was the end of this desperate summer, no matter how many gentle scholars dressed up in winter, the male god teacher dressed as a western gentleman in spring, and in summer, it was inevitable to wear sweaty and boring shirts and The underside of the T-shirt reveals the color of dead, sickly flesh.

The fishy smell that comes out of the body with age, tobacco and alcohol destroys the decency that a man can have from the inside to the outside. They are just sweat-soaked flesh, the desperate and unconscious flesh exposed in the summer.

If things don't turn around, Quan Tang will still like a sunny boy of his own age, full of vitality and not eroded by the years.

Under the continuous torture of contract law and economic law, he survived until Friday morning's criminal prosecution class.

At this time, Quan Tang was not sure whether he liked Qu Chaoyuan, but he was sure that Qu Chaoyuan had always been the one who knew how to dress best among all the male teachers.

His ability to dress does not lie in the variety of styles, but in the classic spread of colors, comfort and meticulous details. Quan Tang appreciates his clothes, but he also looks at Qu Chaoyuan with the mentality of watching a joke.

The stench and ghosts under the sun will have nowhere to hide.

Quan Tang opened the door and entered the air-conditioned classroom. Qu Chaoyuan was standing on the podium, reading a book with his hands on the podium.If Quan Tang took another step, he could see the whole picture of Qu Chaoyuan's back.

His back is extremely flat, and the fabric has been stretched out. The shoulders and back of an adult man are much larger than him, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and straight lines.

On the masculine back, only the subtle arc ups and downs at the shoulder blades and waist sockets have some grace that is different from men.Quan Tang's eyes and nostrils were wide open, and he took the time to glance around.

From this angle, Qu Chaoyuan happened to half open his armpits, and Quan Tang stared at him like a sneaky jungle animal.

The underarms are clean and flat, without any signs of bulging armpit hair, and they are so dry that there is no trace of sweat.Cloth color is completely normal.

When Quan Tang walked past him, he inhaled a breath of fragrance mixed with the air-conditioning.He couldn't tell whether this fragrance was the effect of the perfume or his own body fragrance.

Because this fragrance is too unique, it is difficult to describe and it is difficult to believe that it comes from an industrial system or people's handmade.

In order to describe this fragrance in more detail, Quan Tang even imagined a group of butterflies flying in his mind.

These butterflies brushed against the human skin exposed to the fragrance, leaving bright scale powder, and then turned into transparent and penetrated into the skull, sucking the brains to build a nest and reproduce.

He sat down on the seat in doubt and comfort, his eyes sneaked out to lock on Qu Chaoyuan's chest.

Qu Chaoyuan was wearing a slim fit T-shirt, his chest stretched out the T-shirt but not exaggerated, his chest was also flat, and he couldn't see the embarrassing two protruding nipples/tips.

"Brother." Quan Tang shook his heavy arm, "Look at Qu Chaoyuan's chest."

Chi Zhong suspected that he had heard it wrong: "What are you looking at?"

Quan Tang stared at Qu Chaoyuan with good eyes, and soon became a little affectionate.

Just when Qu Chaoyuan glanced down, their eyes met in the air.

Qu Chaoyuan was full of kindness, with curved eyebrows and eyes.

Quan Tang's mortal heart was throbbing and sprouting, and he lived and died several times in an instant. When he regained his heartbeat, Qu Chaoyuan changed in his eyes.