What if there are no inhibitors?

The sound of insects came one after another, and the sun poured down, making the lake sparkling.

After the military training is over, the school begins to conduct formal classes.

Every year, when there is a large influx of new students, it is the most restless time for the school.

The first-year freshmen walked into the campus with immature faces, looking forward to it, and sneaked a look at the faces of their new classmates during the interval between self-introductions at the first class meeting.

Song Zhiwei is undoubtedly the object of ridicule by everyone.

Han Lu was no longer his deskmate in the classroom, he held up a book to cover his face, his ears were flushed.

At this time, the juniors and juniors are the most innocent and easy to deceive. Listening to the seniors and sisters winning prizes like team competition champions, they show envious and admiring eyes.

The seniors and sisters are more "oily".

Starting with fresh and fresh freshmen, I hope to get out of the order as soon as possible.

The school's confession wall was just like the one opened for Song Zhiwei.

Besides, they're a college town here.The news was even more complicated, and they also listened to gossip from other schools with great interest.

This place is like a world-class game. Ice City University is the center map that occupies the hubs of all parties. There is a passerby king in the center map.

At once, it attracted the attention of the world, and all the players cast their enthusiastic eyes.

Song Zhiwei's limelight is in front of this person, but the big witch can't see it.

This person is Han Lu, because the video of their military training and military parade a few days ago at the Ice University went viral.

As the flag raiser, Han Lu walked in front of the center, and the dozens of flag guards behind him were about the same height and figure as him, and they were all tall and straight.

Everyone is wearing a neat standard-bearer uniform, the height of each person's kick, the angle at which the feet in leather boots are stretched down, and the strength of each hand "cutting".

All are exactly the same.

The movements are clean and neat, and the clouds are flowing.Giving the greatest visual aesthetic feeling, OCD is particularly comfortable to watch.

And Han Yu who stood at the front and the center was especially outstanding.

The professional machine that followed him in the school took pictures of his profile.

The forehead is smooth and the nose is high, straight and straight.The lips are thin, but it is also a good-looking lip shape, and the jawline is exquisite and beautiful.

The three-dimensional facial features are particularly superior at this time.

Because he was doing a solemn and solemn thing, his lips were slightly tightened.

This little action is really sexy. Sensual.

There is another small detail here.The school grass in high school is different from that in college, as long as it looks good in high school.Universities need strength.

According to Song Zhiwei's appearance, he should be able to win the school grass directly.

But the fact that their school doesn't like school grass, or everyone's school grass is different.

More importantly, it is actually to respect the seniors of the previous classes.

Only then did he push him to the position of super grass.And he is a freshman, what if he is a flashy person?Does their school still lose face?

However, Han Lu was elected as a freshman in Bingcheng as a well-deserved freshman.

In addition to being handsome, of course it was also because of his admission speech as a freshman representative, and his identity as the flag-raiser that attracted much attention.

In addition to being good-looking, the strength must also match the "school grass".

After two weeks of school, this enthusiasm has persisted for a long time.

In the rental room, Song Zhiwei was sitting on Han Lu, playing with his ears: "Be careful with your WeChat, don't add people randomly, school, grass, university, people."

Han Lu smiled: "Did you hear that night?"

"Don't change the subject." Song Zhiwei exerted a little force in his hand, he liked to see Han Lu's attitude of no bottom line cooperating with him.

But fortunately, the girls in Ice University are still calm.

Even if girls from other schools want to chase Han Yul, it is difficult to overcome the difficulty of physical location.

Although he knew that Han Lu was so careless and indifferent towards this kind of thing.

But he still couldn't control the acid.

Moreover, Han Lu's attitude is still old and unruly, he is very satisfied with his jealous state, and he is smiling freely.

"Tsk." Seeing his anger, he couldn't help twisting Han Lu's ear with his other hand, and shouted like holding the steering wheel with both hands: "Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard it." Han Lu put his hands on Song Zhiwei's waist, leaned back against the sofa, and Song Zhiwei sat on it like a seesaw.

"Many girls in our school said that Bi Xiang wanted you as a model." He was puffing.

He knew that many girls on the Internet said that they liked Han Lu, but in fact they couldn't count them, and they all followed the atmosphere and yelled a few words.

But in reality, he heard the girls in his class seriously discussing how good Han Lu's figure is, with broad shoulders and thin waist, tall and long legs, and unique temperament.It's not the kind of high mountain flower, nor is it the temperament of a model walking.

If you have to say it is loose, you are full of self-confidence and mature masculinity.

"Bi She really wants to find him as a model."

Everyone says so.

He sounds sweet and sour.

The sweet thing is that his boyfriend is amazing.The sour thing is that his possessiveness seems a bit serious.

But he was too embarrassed to walk up to a bunch of girls and slap the table and shout: You are not allowed to discuss him, he is my boyfriend.

So he took his anger out on Han Lu.

"Of course I will be your model." Han Lu affirmed.

"Humph." Song Zhiwei's hair was smoothed out, and he circled Han Lu's earlobe with his fingers, "You said you can be my model? What if I don't want it?"

"If you don't want me, then who do you want?" Han Lu's voice was flat, silently threatening.

Song Zhiwei was secretly delighted, and pouted on the surface: "Then what if I design a skirt?"

"I wear it too." Han Luhao didn't hesitate.

Song Zhiwei opened his mouth wide: "Really?"

"real."

Well, now he's completely coaxed.

It was a bit busy at first.

Freshmen are busy interviewing for the student union and joining new clubs.

The college is also preparing for the orientation party in full swing.From registration selection to rehearsal, every student is full of interest.

After two weeks, the rhythm began to slow down, and everyone gradually adapted to college life.

He and Han Lu finally found time to go shopping in the market and prepare to decorate their new home.

In fact, they rented a beautiful hardcover room regardless of the money.There is nothing missing here, not only not missing, but the quality is really good.

But Song Zhiwei still wanted to buy something with Han Lu and put it in the house.

The big box gave him the greatest sense of belonging he's ever had.

For this purchase, they bought pajamas for couples, toothbrush cups for couples, slippers for couples...

He also bought several beautiful photo frames and placed them in every corner of the new home.

The photo is very intimate, with Han Lu carrying him on his back, and Han Lu holding his shoulders forcefully.

But on the bedside table, which is the most important place to put the photo album, he put a photo of a couple who couldn't be reached and didn't look like a couple.

In the photo, the sun was scorching hot. He and Han Lu were both wearing white shirts from Nanhuai No. [-] Middle School and dark trousers underneath.The two stood side by side, extremely close, but separated by a slight distance.

Not like a couple, but like Fa Xiao who grew up together.The two of them looked at the camera with a smile and a unified look, full of youthful feeling.

He still remembered the scene from that day.

It was a graduation photo shoot, and the sun was hot at noon.

Everyone is reviewing the basics and constantly adjusting their status to meet the college entrance examination.

I was suddenly called out by the class teacher to take graduation photos.

After the group photo was taken, a few good friends took pictures alone.

He and Han Lu were booed by the people in the class, and they didn't know if they secretly guessed whether he and Han Lu were in love.He booed so fiercely.

He was worried about the row of unknown school leaders next to him.

He distanced himself from Han Lu, but he liked this photo the most, but he couldn't tell the reason.

Strange that Han Yul likes it too.

"Why?" he asked.

"The way you look in school uniform will make me more..." Han Lu looked at his expression, paused, and said, "Happy."

Okay, withdraw it, withdraw it for me immediately.Song Zhiwei looked at Han Lu helplessly.

After the college entrance examination, at any rate, we went through the estrus two or three times together, do you think I don’t understand?

In the end, he bought a big turtle as he wished.Water tanks for big turtles, food, and other accessories for raising turtles.

The tortoise is very Buddhist and very big.It is so soft that the turtle shell can be used as a bed.

Ruan Ruan was very happy, jumping around the turtle: Thank you, master.

Song Zhiwei could sense the soft physiological state.But he was still afraid that Ruan Ruan would be lonely in this world without companion beasts.

Although the companion beasts only look after their masters, they are not herd animals.

But he always wanted to pamper Ruan Ruan.

Ruan Ruan only has an IQ of six or seven years old, so she struggled to explain.

Song Zhiwei listened to it for a long time, and pieced together what he said: the master's state of mind is the most important.

If he is happy, he will be happy if he is soft.He is depressed, even in a world full of companion beasts, what does it have to do with Ruanruan?

He smiled when he heard the words, knelt down, hugged Ruanrou in his palm, lowered his head and kissed the top of its furry head: "Thank you."