What if there are no inhibitors?

The dirty school uniform I wore yesterday has been washed and dried on a pole above the balcony.

Song Zhiwei looked up and saw two white school uniforms hanging side by side.The balcony, the corner of the dormitory, looks like the campus story under the watercolor painting, with a sense of poetic ink and wash comics.

He turned his head back to look in the cabinet, and took out a regular T-shirt from the bottom.

Han Yul's t-shirts are generally very simple, but there are also some with a strong sense of design.Generally speaking, it will give people a simple and textured feeling.

This dress has the most plain design and color, so it should not be discovered if it is taken secretly.

He kneaded the fabric in his hands, and suddenly he held it with both hands and buried his head in it.

Breathing is not smooth for a moment, there is a smell of stuffy clothes, a very light fragrance, mild and dry.

When he reacted, he immediately looked out of the dormitory door with a guilty conscience.

"Fuck." He cursed softly.

The heart beat violently.

Does it look like an idiot?

But at this time, it was evening self-study, no one suddenly went back to the dormitory.While he breathed a sigh of relief, he propped his hands on the table next to him, which was very dangerous.

It seems that everyone has a bit of this quirk.

When holding clothes, pants and socks, I always sniff them under my nose.I don't know if it smells bad, or it's just a psychological effect, and I feel relieved when I smell a familiar smell.

Put the clothes in the bag.Song Zhiwei trotted out of the bedroom.

-

The second semester of high school passed quickly.

Studying in high school is a bitter journey, very hard and tiring but also rewarding.

Song Zhiwei got seventh place in the exam at the beginning of school, so he had the honor of studying hard during the winter vacation.Later, after those students with good foundations caught up, he fell to more than ten.But it's not bad, he finally doesn't have to ask Han Lu to break up the basic knowledge for him.

He can now study on his own.

The sun rose and fell, and the seats in the class were changed several times.The peach blossoms in the school bloomed and withered, and now they have formed small green fruits.

Even the lotus in the pond is blooming, and a small yellow-pink flower shyly hides among the lotus leaves.

Only the carp in the pond remained unchanged. It was fed by the steamed buns in the cafeteria and turned into a fat one. When the tail flicked, there was a splash of water.

The weather is getting hotter and the cicadas are singing.

The old fan on the top of the head is very loud, whirring and whirring, but because everyone is used to listening to it, it has a sense of rhythm, and it doesn't affect learning much.But this was not enough, they each prepared a small fan and clipped it on the desk.

Although the fan is small, but at least the mind is cooler.

Song Zhiwei and Han Lu stood outside the corridor.

Song Zhiwei was facing the senior three teaching building.Like him, the others leaned against the side of the corridor to watch in amazement.There is more or less yearning and envy on the face.

But there are not many people, after all, everyone still has to learn.

The third year of high school has passed the college entrance examination today, and now they all go back to school to move books.

But they didn't move the books, at most they moved the quilt basin.

There are also many people wearing their own uniforms and walking out in groups, probably for dinner.

Although it is not the same as the imaginary book throwing and screaming, it is not crazy but a little messy.but that state of mind

And the ambiance also arrived.

With his back to the railing and the classroom wall, Han Lu propped one hand on the railing, his long legs slack, and focused his eyes on Song Zhiwei's profile.

Song Zhiwei looked at the scene of leaving school in the third year of high school seriously, and said with emotion: "We will be the hardest people in the future."

Han Lu lowered his eyes, looked at the blue marks under Song Zhiwei's eyes, and said, "Actually, you don't have to study so hard." He leaned into Song Zhiwei's ear, and teased with a smile: "A family only needs one good grade."

In fact, he was not joking, he really felt distressed.But he couldn't stop Song Zhiwei from getting better.

Uncommonly, his mind was torn between two.

Song Zhiwei shook his head, "No, I like to study."

Not at all.

He has no big ambitions, he just wants to stay in the same city as Han Yul.The higher his score, the more choices he and Han Lu had.

To this end, he is working silently.

But there's no need to tell Han Lu about this, although the two of them have almost entered a state of old husband and old husband.

Still embarrassed.

It's like Han Lu was so kind to him, but he never said a word in front of him: Look, I'm so kind to you.

Not wanting to make the atmosphere too heavy and serious, Han Lu teased: "You like to study? Who doesn't like chemistry class, piggy?"

Song Zhiwei: "It's not me anyway."

"It's not you, the Hengshui paper written by Xiaozhu is only fifty or sixty."

"In our class, the Hengshui test scores are more than [-] or [-]. Who are you talking about?"

"Who else, of course my boyfriend, why should I pay attention to others?"

Song Zhiwei turned his head and asked with a slow smile, "I'm a pig, what are you? Another pig?"

Han Lu made a gesture of speaking softly.

Song Zhiwei approached subconsciously.

Han Lu's lips were right next to his ear, and his breath hit his ear: "Pig breeder."

Song Zhiwei: "..."

"Show you."

In the corridor, Jian Chao ran from the direction of the teacher's office to the classroom, shouting with his loud voice while running: "Big news!"

As soon as he entered the classroom, he slapped the blackboard: "Big news!"

This action made everyone attracted by him.

Even Song Zhiwei turned around and stared at Jian Chao on the podium.

Jian Chao took a deep breath: "The school is going to install air conditioners for us!"

"yeah!!!!"

The roar of the entire Class [-] and [-] in high school was more exciting than the holiday.

Maybe the class next door thought they blew it up.

After shouting, someone came to his senses: "Really? Who

said? "--

Jian Chao: "I heard it in the office."

Han Lu patted Song Zhiwei's waist: "Enter the classroom, class is about to begin."

The next class happened to be the class of the head teacher Lao Wang, and all the students in the class were staring at him.

Lao Wang didn't hold back, and said directly: "Tell the students good news, the school is going to install air conditioners for us."

This time I was excited for about a minute before calming down.

Old Wang crossed his hands on the water glass and explained,

This batch of air conditioners is specially bought for them who are about to enter the third year of high school.

It could have been enjoyed last time as well.

But there was an accident and it was delayed for a while.When the air conditioner was bought, the college entrance examination was almost approaching, and they were afraid that the sound of the decoration would disturb them. --

So I deliberately waited for the last college entrance examination to be installed.

The decoration workers will be in place the day after tomorrow.

When all the classrooms in the third year are air-conditioned, they, the second year students, can move to the teaching building of the third year in advance.

Song Zhiwei propped his head on one hand, looking at the sky outside.The sky is clear and blue like washing.Occasionally skip a bird.

The classroom was chattering excitedly, and the sound of the whirring fan that had been ignored until now became clear.

Whether it is buying an air conditioner, or deliberately waiting until now to install it.

Everyone is making way for senior high school students.he thinks.

Jian Chao said: "Didn't the last class be so mad? They started school as soon as they graduated. This time it's even more exaggerated. They won't be able to enjoy the air-conditioning treatment."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Lao Wang was also very rare to cooperate with everyone in joking: "So don't tell them, they will leave tomorrow."

"Hahaha." There was another burst of laughter.

"What are you laughing at?" Old Wang asked, "As soon as they leave, you will be seniors."

"Students, our time is running out..."--

Another tune from the past.

Han Lu put his hand on Song Zhiwei's lap.

It's summer, and his palms are very hot. Through the thin fabric, he can draw a palm print on his thigh with his eyes closed.

Han Lu has made many small moves like this recently.

But because they are at the same table, and they are not too gay.

Others in the class may be more tired and crooked, this phenomenon is normal.

But Song Zhiwei still felt a kind of secret happiness.

His legs moved away quietly, and he whispered, "It's hot."

-

June 6.The sun was blazing outside, and the cicadas chirped one after another.Just hearing the sound felt like the temperature of summer, and I became upset and irritable.

Song Zhiwei sat on a chair in the room.He has just passed his period, and now he has washed cleanly, his hair is dripping with water, and his clothes are cool.

The air conditioner in the room was only 20 degrees, and his heart was still itchy.

A hot dry air was stuffed in his chest and he couldn't vomit it.

Maybe because it is summer, the sexual period is not so easy to spend.

But the real reason...

His performance in the original world was too good.He has also heard this cold knowledge.

He is now relying on some auxiliary things that enhance the sense of stimulation to get through his period, every time for half a day, or a day.

But it's like pulling out the seedlings to encourage the growth, and it cannot be diverted in the long run.

There is more and more dryness in the chest, and the threshold is getting higher and higher.

Hmm... In short, it might be suffocating.

"Ah." He moaned heavily, and lay back on the back of the chair.

Even recently, he seems to have a heatstroke, and his temper is not very good.

But life has to go on.He himself, including Han Lu, took turns looking for the head teacher several times.Talk to Pharaoh pleadingly.

In addition, Song Zhiwei's performance this semester is really good, he is the fastest progressing person in the grade and the hardest working person in the class.

The head teacher finally didn't ask him why he had to take a few days off every month, and didn't even call his parents to tell him.

As for the students, we all know that Song Zhiwei has stomach problems, enteritis, and needs infusions from time to time.

After all, Song Zhiwei is so handsome and thin, drinking stomach nourishing tea every day.

It's like having a stomach bug.

Even if both ends are well explained.

Song Zhiwei still didn't dare to miss a day.Like today's period is over, he went back to the dormitory that night.

Now everyone has moved to the teaching building of the third year of high school, blowing the cool air conditioner, and doing more homework.I used the work and rest schedule of the third year of high school.

Song Zhiwei went back to the dormitory first, folded the washed clothes, and put them in Han Lu's cabinet.

Then open the balcony door.

On the balcony stood something in the shape of a person.

He screamed, and his heart missed a beat.

Is it a thief or what?Why is there a dormitory at this time?

And that person rushed over to hug him with lightning speed, and hugged him easily.

A familiar laughter burst into my ears.The man habitually bent over and sniffed at the collarbone of his neck.

His heart finally calmed down, and he slapped Han Lu's arm.

There was a "pop" sound without leaving any hands.

"You scared me to death, Han Lu."

Han Lu lowered his head and laughed muffledly, rubbing against his neck flatteringly.

Song Zhiwei asked: "Why didn't you study by yourself at night?"

"Wait for you."

"Wait?"

Even if the lights on the balcony were not turned on, Song Zhiwei could still see the other party's dark and charming eyes smiling and looking at him: "The summer vacation is coming up at the end of the semester, how can you 'borrow' my clothes? I have to give you a step."