What if there are no inhibitors?

Han Lu didn't come back until the evening self-study class, the eyes around him didn't disappear, they just became darker.

"What did Teacher Wang call you?" Song Zhiwei tugged at Han Lu's sleeve.

"Speech under the flag of the new semester."

"Ah."

"There's still competition."

"Hmm..." Song Zhiwei hummed habitually, then opened his eyes wide: "Huh? Competition?"

The expression on his face clearly said: Oh, how can you be so advanced?

If you can spare time to participate in the competition after high school, it must be because you have confidence in your own strength?

Han Lu laughed lightly, turned around and rested his elbows on the chair, and looked at Song Zhiwei face to face: "Do I look like a scumbag or something? You don't believe me that much?"

Han Lu's voice circled around a few times.

It felt like teasing him.

Song Zhiwei said awkwardly, "It's just a surprise."

He raised his eyebrows and shared in a low voice: "You know what? The people in our class are very strange today, looking at us with a look of eating melon."

Han Lu smiled and said, "Don't change the subject."

"I didn't change the subject." Song Zhiwei was slightly annoyed: "Really!"

Hearing this, Han Lu sat upright, facing the table, because the two of them were sitting in the last row, and Han Lu's vision could take in the whole class.It is also very convenient for the whole class to see him from this angle.

He is wearing regular clothes today. The dark loose but not bulky trousers have a good fit, showing his long legs to the fullest.The top is a light-colored sweater, with a piece of extremely designed graffiti in the middle.The two hat ropes hang obediently on the chest.

The whole person looks very refreshing and clean.

It's just that his person is not so harmless, with long legs bent and stretched at will, and his back leaning on the chair.

Staring at the front, the pen in his hand is turning slowly, like a knife that is slowly cutting. When he is not smiling, he really has a strong aura.

After a while, Han Lu turned his head and smiled at Song Zhiwei, "Okay, no one is watching us anymore."

Song Zhiwei slapped his face suddenly, covering his face with his hands.

Who is this domineering and naive person in front of him?

What about his formerly smart and decent boyfriend?

Oh, when Han Yul was smart and decent, he wasn't in a relationship yet.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but said: "Have you fallen in love or lowered your intelligence?"

Han Lu laughed a little when he heard this, and the subwoofer was followed by a short laugh.

Song Zhiwei's ears moved, and he turned his head to look at him helplessly. Han Lu looked at his handsome face and said, "It's a little bit."

"Want to smoke?" Song Zhiwei blurted out.

Han Lu clicked his tongue, and suddenly leaned over and reached out to pinch the back of Song Zhiwei's neck, and rubbed it gently.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but let out a cry. --

Han Lu leaned closer to his ear: "Treat me with the same attitude you used to deal with Jian Chao? Huh?"

Song Zhiwei's hand that had just been raised stopped instantly, unable to hit him.

In order to prevent Han Lu from being treated the same as Jian Chao, let's pamper him a little bit.After all, it's a boyfriend.

He hummed in his nasal voice: "I don't have this kind of tickling

Hit Jian Chao. "

"Yes, you let me in the most." Han Lu coaxed, then changed his tone, lowered his voice and said solemnly: "Afraid that our relationship will be exposed?"

When Han Lu is serious, he is still very seductive with his hormones flying around.

His palm was still attached to the back of his neck, and the warm temperature traced the ideal shape of his palm.

The tone of gentleness and worry is sure.

Song Zhiwei nodded obediently: "Yes."

--

Just after nodding, he glanced at Han Lu's expression, then at the noisy classroom, and said in a low voice, "I'm still scared in high school, but I'll be free when I go to college. The main reason is that if it is exposed, the school will be turned upside down." Everywhere I go, I am surrounded by crowds, and my parents still come to make trouble, so it is not good to affect my studies."

He rolled his eyes: "It's fine to influence me, but it's not okay to influence you. You are the one who wants to participate in the competition."

With his speaking volume, even if someone knew they were talking, it would be a whisper, and no one could hear them.

But he was still a little nervous.

After all, the noise around him was his classmates.

Han Lu rubbed the back of his neck reassuringly: "I understand what you mean, I don't misunderstand, don't be nervous."

"But you still have to study." As he was speaking, Han Lu turned to the first page of Song Zhiwei's new book: "Let's preview."

Song Zhiwei threw his head on the table: "You have changed, like a devil."

It's better not to fall in love.

How good was Han Lu before him?

Now it's the devil robot, so take care of his studies.

The head teacher, Mr. Wang, stepped on the bell for the first class of the evening self-study class and arrived in the classroom. In fact, today is not a formal study.

So the classroom was noisy, with the aftertaste of a pleasant winter vacation.

Mr. Wang put the stack of books in his hand on the podium, "Students, we meet again."

"School is starting, I know you guys still don't want to think about the winter vacation in Shu, but now it's the beginning of school, the first thing to do is to take your heart back and devote yourself to your studies. You waste time playing, and others are learning, and you will lag behind others Do you know twice?"

"What about you, Jian Chao, I'm still copying my homework right under my nose."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Jian Chao touched his nose in embarrassment, and put down the pen in his hand.

Mr. Wang started to talk endlessly, routinely doing his political education work, even though he was a science teacher.But it can't change the head teacher's long-winded problem.

Talk about the problem in an orderly manner, but just can't finish it.