What if there are no inhibitors?

On Christmas Eve, the class was busier than usual.

The male student sitting at the door shouted again: "Han Lu."

His voice was so loud that the whole classroom heard it, and then he said "Oh~" in unison.

I can't remember how many times someone has approached their Master Xue Shen today.

It's the meeting of Class Nine of them.

Song Zhiwei's eyes followed Han Lu's back to the back door. The other party had his hands in his pockets, and his straight back gave off a sense of coldness.

The person outside the door showed her head, a very cute girl, tied a high ponytail with a light blue rubber band.

Song Zhiwei withdrew his gaze resentfully, turned with a black gel pen between his index finger and ring finger, and didn't write a word for a long time.

Standing at the back door, Han Lu had a peaceful gaze and a steady tone: "What's the matter?"

The girl with the high ponytail picked the gift box in her hand anxiously, and handed it to Han Lu with both hands: "Please pass this on to Song Zhiwei for me."

Han Lu raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

The girl thought that she had touched Han Lu's self-esteem, so she blushed and said, "The main reason is that I think you two have a good relationship, so I dare not give it to him personally..."

Han Lu lowered his eyes and glanced. According to the size of the box, there should be an apple inside, and the outside was tightly wrapped with cardboard with small fresh flower patterns, and a neat bow was tied on the top.

Then he slightly raised his eyelids and looked at the girl: "Thank you, but he has to study hard."

The girl lowered her head and said with red ears, "I have no other intentions, I just hope he knows..."

"You can tell him yourself."

"I'm sorry..."

Han Lu had nothing to say.

The girl looked up and looked at Han Lu expectantly: "Xue Shen, can you do me this favor?"

Han Lu paused and said, "He has a girlfriend."

"What?" The girl took a step back and raised her voice: "Why didn't I know? No one in the grade has rumored that he has a girlfriend?"

"Yeah." Han Lu said solemnly: "It's not public, his girlfriend is sorry." Seeing that the girl still had a hesitant face, Han Lu added: "Everyone in our dormitory has seen 'her'."

The girl bit her lower lip with her white teeth.

How much does she like Song Zhiwei?That's not necessarily true, the two have never been in contact.But Song Zhiwei really followed her aesthetics. --

She's really... so determined.

But the other party is Han Yu, which is more fair and convincing than legal programs.

Her face was tangled for a moment: "Is she beautiful?"

Han Lu put on a blank face, "Pretty."

The girl's complexion was even uglier. Even Han Lu said she was pretty, so she didn't dare to humiliate herself and continue to ask how pretty she was.

"Is it tall?"

"It's very high."

OK, she was hit.

"Then... okay." The girl with the high ponytail glanced into the classroom unwillingly.Song Zhiwei happened to be sitting in the last row of the classroom by the window.

The boy bent over the table, facing the wall.The neck is fair and slender, and even the back of the head is so beautiful.

She looked at the wrapped apple in her hand, and suddenly felt bored, so she raised her hand and handed the gift box to Han Lu: "Xue Shen, take it, I'll give it to you, I wish you well."

She is the kind of "throwing" method of giving, that is, she lets go the moment she gives it, and doesn't want to take it back. If no one catches it, she will fall to the ground.

Han Lu subconsciously stretched out his hand.

The girl turned around and left, Han Lu looked at the things in his hands and smiled helplessly.

Song Zhiwei lay on the ground for a while, and the sound of being dragged came from beside him.He raised his waist, and Han Lu went back and forth, holding a delicate object in his hand.

His grape eyes widened sharply, and his face was full of: How dare you bring it back?You don't want the first few apples!

Han Lu raised his eyebrows at him with great interest.

Song Zhiwei gave him a blank look, and looked at his paper seriously with his right hand resting his head. Han Lu handed the apple to Song Zhiwei: "Here you are."

Song Zhiwei moved in, his whole body filled with rejection.

Han Lu's voice became softer again: "It's for you."

Song Zhiwei exploded at one point, very irritable: "Don't!"

"Of course you deal with it." Han Lu smiled: "You can deal with it as you like."

Song Zhiwei snorted in his heart: "Then you throw it away."

Han Lu got up and threw the apple to Jian Chao, his voice was cold: "Eat it right away, don't let me see it."

Jian Chao caught the three question marks above Apple's head, and the lines that the male protagonist in the romance novels often told by girls floated in his mind: You kill him immediately, don't let me see him.

What kind of overbearing princely speech is this?

"It's settled." Han Lu walked back, his voice tinged with a smile.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help thinking that today it was just a tactful gift of apples, so crazy.Then you won't confess your love directly tomorrow Christmas, will you?

Thinking of this, Han Lu was talking to him, and he only let out a weary "hmm".

"Actually, it was given to you." Han Lu suddenly said, "The girl just now was too embarrassed to give it to you in person, so she asked me to hand it over."

Song Zhiwei stroked his thoughts and understood what the other party meant.I also understand that Han Lu did it on purpose just now.

He narrowed his eyes, "Are you itchy?"

The corners of Han Lu's smiling mouth did not dare to rise, and it was a bit hard to hold back.

After school in the afternoon, Song Zhiwei walked out of the school with his schoolbag on his back, and Han Lu sent him to the gate.

When they were about to part, he raised his eyes to look at Han Lu. There was no prying eyes in the other party's eyes, and he said normally, "Bye."

Song Zhiwei tightened his grip on the strap of his schoolbag.

May be extra sensitive, dependent, and insecure during the first period.

He was starting to feel a little bit reluctant now, but he didn't say anything in the end, and replied more normally than Han Lu: "Bye." After getting in the car, Song Zhiwei looked out the window with wandering eyes.The street trees are lush and green, and they grow neatly on both sides. Passers-by are wearing thick clothes, covering their faces with towels and rushing forward. --

It may be because they have just fallen in love, and they have been sticking together for the past few days, and the separation at the moment seems particularly uncomfortable.

He took out his phone and found that someone had added him as a friend, and the note was: I asked Xueshen to give me an apple.

In fact, he also received more than a dozen apples today, and he only had an impression of this girl, without him, the other party would pick a way.Thinking about ignoring it, I inexplicably turned to accept it.He really wanted to hear Han Lu's reaction at that time.

After getting out of the car, Song Zhiwei took out his mobile phone, and there was a response over there. The first sentence was: You actually passed! ! !

Then said:

Don't worry, I'm not prying your girlfriend's corner, I just feel that today is too sloppy, and I added you specially to give my love a happy ending.

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment, and replied: Hello.

After a full 5 minutes over there, he said: Hello.

Then there is a cute emoji.

She probably expected that Song Zhiwei would not be too enthusiastic about her, so she said to herself: I heard Xueshen said that you had a girlfriend, and I was fooled at that time, so I gave the apple to Xueshen directly.Now that I think about it, I regret not giving it to you. I obviously mustered up the courage to come here...

So what... I just want to tell you that I want to send you an apple, and then the words of blessing must be brought to you: I wish you peace and success in your studies!

Song Zhiwei said: Thank you, what did Han Lu say about my girlfriend?

Reply over there: Tall and beautiful.

Seeing that Song Zhiwei was chatting with her, she suddenly felt a little bit unwilling: So is your girlfriend from this school?

In fact, she most wanted to ask: Do you really have a girlfriend? --

But on the one hand, it seems that he doesn't believe in the god of learning, and on the other hand, he seems to be slightly prying the corner of the wall.So she didn't ask.

The corner of Song Zhiwei's mouth curled up, and he replied with one word: Yes.

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On 12.25, others were playing happily, and Song Zhiwei was crossing the catastrophe.

He doesn't want to take a cold bath in winter.But fortunately, the winter period is not uncomfortable. He can stay awake almost the whole time on the 25th, but his body is a little hot and his heart is burning.

But it won't be as tight and uncomfortable as Xia Tian.

But because of the ears on his head, he didn't dare to take risks at school, so he went home.

Because he was sober all the time, he even did his homework at home.Later, I was bored and went to bed to play with my mobile phone.

During this period, Han Lu didn't send a single message, and it was almost deliberate to cover up.

He knew that Han Lu was afraid that he would be nervous.

But he also wanted Han Lu to ask him about his "illness".

He won't say anything after asking.

Ah, he might be being mean.

Even so, he still took advantage of the lunch break in the afternoon to call Han Lu.

The other side beeped twice and hung up.

Song Zhiwei looked at the phone interface suspiciously: Isn't it so taboo?

Fortunately, after a while, the other party called.

Song Zhiwei connected, and the other end of the phone was very quiet, even Han Lu's deliberately soft breathing could be heard clearly.

He cares.

Realizing this, Song Zhiwei's anger that hadn't been released all day subsided instantly.

Song Zhiwei's tone rose a little: "What are you doing?"

After asking this sentence, he was stunned. His voice at the moment was a little softer than usual, lazy and hoarse, like a feather scraping at the heart.

The breathing voice on the other side was heavy, but it was in a normal tone: "Study, homework, as usual."

Song Zhiwei's back went numb, and he clutched the quilt tightly in his hands.

Han Lu thought he was covering up well.But the sound of breathing was so loud that it pecked at his ear like it was electrified, and it was hard to ignore it.

He was silent for a few seconds, feeling that if he didn't speak, he couldn't talk for a day.His Adam's apple twitched: "Is the homework difficult?"

"It's not difficult."

"How's the food in the cafeteria today?"

"Fortunately."

Then neither side spoke.

If it was as usual, Han Lu might want to flirt, tease Song Zhiwei, and then give him a hug one by one.

But now, because of the tacit "disease" that cannot be expressed.

Two people who are so close also have a little "distance".

There is an obvious gap between mutual avoidance.

Han Lu didn't know if he could ask, but in the end he followed his heart and said, "Are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?"

When he asked this, he frowned tightly, and with the other hand, he tightly grasped the railing of the balcony.

"It's okay." Song Zhiwei's nose was sore, and he suddenly felt a feeling of wanting to act like a baby, and I wanted to rely on him. He said, "It's just a little hot, and it's like eating too much spicy food here."

He felt so wronged: "But I can't suppress the fire in my heart when I drink water."

In fact, he felt this way all over his body, but it was especially obvious in the throbbing part of his chest.

Han Lu lowered his voice: "Okay, don't feel bad."

It sounded more uncomfortable than him, Song Zhiwei's sour emotions rushed straight to his internal organs.

Those grievances that I had survived during my sexual intercourse in the past have not passed away, and they burst into eruption at this moment.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help crying: "Han Lu, I feel bad."