The scumbag who was abandoned by me came to the door

Holding the thermos bottle, Zhao Bun followed Zeng Loujia one step at a time, like a shepherd driving sheep back to the pen, with a carelessness and warning in his casualness.

Zeng Loujia was holding his schoolbag in his arms, secretly feeling Zhao's self-evident aggressiveness, and suddenly recalled that time in the first year of senior high school, when Zhao Gun didn't like him, he found a scapegoat to take his schoolbag Throwing it on the basketball rack, and Zhao Ju locked him alone in the dark sports equipment room in the sophomore year of high school,... There are other extremely childish bullying methods, which emerge endlessly.

It was written as a "Sand Sculpture History of How the School Bully Bullied Me Back then"

Zeng Loujia was not afraid of him, but he was afraid that some indescribable evil thoughts would grow in Zhao's indescribable mind.

If Zhao Gun had a way to get rid of one person in the dormitory, he would be able to get rid of the other two, if all the interveners in the room disappeared.

They are alone and widowed in a room.

Zeng Loujia's body tightened.

Decided to give him a try.

Very close to the door of the dormitory, Zeng Loujia suddenly stopped and leaned his back against the cold wall. The wall was white and half painted with oil-green paint, which made his slightly tense and pale face a little bit A little bit of clarity and softness.

The dim building lamp added some ambiguous colors, filling his clear and innocent eyes with swaying spots of light.

He said: Are you going to hit me when you enter the door?

The lips that were bitten and then loosened, the lip lines were covered with blood-filled red threads, like roses just blooming.

With one hand, he quietly took out a bottle of anti-wolf spray from the side pocket of the schoolbag, slowly avoiding someone's sight, and quickly stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Hot steam hissed from the cap of the thermos bottle, Zhao Yu's throat was hot as carbon, and his eyes were hooked. Taking advantage of the fact that there were few students passing by in the corridor, he slid one hand towards Zeng Loujia's tight waist, halfway. Like a hug, half like a threat, he pushed Zeng Loujia into the door forcefully.

"I'm going to beat you for sure, I'm sure I'll beat you to death."

Zeng Loujia staggered on the soles of his feet, and slapped him with his backhand.

"Snapped!"

Zhao Gun yawned lazily and picked up the thermos, which was blocking the palm of the Tathagata, and smiled mischievously, "Thank you senior, I happen to be sore with my hands." Holding the thermos in their arms, and putting their hands in their pockets, they walked into the dormitory.

There were two boys playing with their mobile phones, one named Zhang Dong and the other named Yan Xue. Their attention was interrupted by the noise, and they all turned their heads to look.

"Zhao Yu, didn't you say that you need to ask an expert to help you sharpen your gun before the battle? How dare you ask the senior to help you carry the thermos bottle!" Zhang Dong saw that he was a well-educated child, and hurried over to help Zeng Loujia take off the things in his arms and put them in the storage on stage.

Yan Xue got up and gave up his chair, and asked Zeng Loujia to sit down, "Senior Zeng, I have long admired your name."

It turned out that there were people in the room, Zeng Loujia breathed a sigh of relief, and got to know the two cute elementary school students.

Zhao Bun pushed his swivel chair violently, the back of the chair hit the books on the bookshelf, and he sat straddling carelessly, "How do you guys know that his name is Zeng Loujia?" It's not annoying.

"Because Senior Zeng is excellent in his studies."

"I heard that Senior Zeng is a school grass."

Zhao Gun sneered: After I came, he was just a "former" generation.Just look at me, and stop looking at my wife.Be careful that the eyeballs will be dug out by you.

Lou Ma's loud voice suddenly came from the corridor: "Everyone go back to the dormitory, it's time to roll the roll."

Zhang Dong hurriedly pointed out a bed to Zeng Loujia, got up on it, and covered his head.

The four beds in the dormitory are all sleeping on the top and studying on the bottom. Two beds are placed on the walls on each side, and the middle is convenient for people to leave.

Zhao Bun pushed Zhang Dong's hand away and said I'm coming, took Zeng Loujia's arm, and stepped up the small stairs between the two beds. He took out a book from the bed, pretended to sit on the stairs and studied hard.

After a while, the three internal affairs cadres of the student union came in with their notebooks to roll their names. They saw that everyone in the dormitory was sitting and there was only one lying down. What happened to the person who was lying down?

Zhao Gun said, "Xiao Zhang may not be acclimatized, he has a little diarrhea, and he didn't go to the evening self-study, so he fell asleep early in the morning, or I'll wake him up now to show you?"

"Forget it." The cadre who checked the accommodation didn't find anything suspicious, so he checked the names of the four people and went out.

After closing the door, Yan Xue couldn't help covering the aftershock in his chest, "Zhao Yu, you are too daring, what should you do if the other party really wants to confirm the face!"

Zhang Dong also said it was a false alarm.

Zhao Gun: "At first glance, you are good students and obedient babies, and you never do bad things." Nothing good.

Turning around and pulling away Zeng Loujia's quilt, "Senior, should you come out and teach me how to draw?"

Zeng Loujia snorted softly, maybe he was too tired recently, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Zhao Gun gazed at his smooth side face tenderly, and suddenly became ferocious, pinching Zeng Loujia's face, "Get up, I paid for it, don't offend the patron's father."

It hurts~~

The trick of pretending to be asleep completely failed under Zhao Guadan's fiery eyes. Zeng Loujia slapped the opponent's claws away with a cry of pain, and got up from the bed wearily.

Zhang Dong and Yan Xue looked at each other in blank dismay, and they didn't know what money disputes there were between them, so they had to finish washing themselves first, and lay down to sleep.

Zhao Bun arranged the tools for painting, saw the two of them getting ready for bed, and pretended to be embarrassed and said, "I might stay very late today, otherwise you can close the curtain and sleep soundly through the light." Then Supplementary note that there will be benefits in return after adding the test.

The two little classmates were not suspicious at all, and said in unison that they were both fellow sufferers in the same dormitory, so you don't have to be polite, and they really accepted Zhao Gun's suggestion of pulling the bed curtain to separate their own small space from the study space of the two.

Zhao Gun said: "Senior, let's go wash up first." He opened the closet casually and took out a big clean T-shirt from inside.

Zeng Loujia didn't even look at it, and took out toiletries and pajamas from his schoolbag.

"Sure enough, I'm used to sleeping in other people's beds. I have my own supplies." Zhao Yu didn't know how sour and harsh his attitude was when he spoke, his arms were wrapped around his chest, and his eyes were like wolves and tigers.

"Boom!" Zeng Loujia shut the door of the bathroom tightly to block his push.

At the request of the benefactor, Zeng Loujia instructed Zhao Yu to draw two simple still life sketches. The experience points in his mind were squeezed out by Zhao, and when he looked at the phone, it was a bit more.

Zeng Loujia thought, could it be that he was worrying too much, yawned genuinely, and asked, "Can I go to sleep?" A pair of sleepy eyes showed a blurred light.

Zhao Bun waved his hand: "Go, go, I suggest you go to the toilet first, and go to bed quickly."

Zeng Loujia didn't know why he was so obedient, he obediently went to the toilet, his eyes were dark when he came out, the desk lamp that was on just now was turned off, and the heavy curtains blocked the light outside the house.

It was dark in the room.

"Zhao Gun...turn on the light for me..." Zeng Loujia groped for the air where he couldn't see his fingers, and was about to turn around and turn on the light in the toilet.

A powerful arm was wrapped around his waist in an instant, and it was tightly wrapped around his waist. His exclaiming mouth was firmly covered by a big hand, and not even a single sound could escape.

Zeng Loujia moaned in a low voice, Zhao Bun pulled him into his arms, and the two of them fell back and sat on Zhao Bun's revolving chair. "Wait a long time, the punishment time has just begun, Gaga."

A deep, sly voice like a devil filled the ear canal.Zhao Bun endured for a long time, and the torment was so intense that he waited for the best opportunity.

His toes slid on the ground, causing the swivel chair to slide under Zhang Dong's bed. The snoring of Zhang Dong and Yan Xue proved that both of them were dead asleep, and it was absolutely impossible to wake up.

"You call, as long as you make a little noise, the two of them will find out what we are doing."

Zeng Loujia slightly resisted Zhao Gun's restraint, and the spring of the rotating chair made a creaking sound, mixed with some unimaginable breath in the dark and quiet environment.

"Zhao Gun, you bastard," Zeng Loujia really didn't dare to protest loudly, he didn't even try to break free, he sat on Zhao Aotian's lap, his back was against his hot chest, his thin clothes were like a layer of veil , couldn't stop Zhao Aotian's growing madness.

"You were the one who got angry before me." Zhao Yu hugged the person who thought about it day and night, the faint fragrance on the other person's body was burning oil, and there was a thing called the bottom line in his mind, which was about to be torn off.

How many days and nights, he wanted to hug him like this, bully him, and tease him.

He was right.

There was a soft sound in Zeng Loujia's ear, the cap of some liquid bottle was lifted, followed by the button of his pajamas, Zhao Gun skillfully unbuttoned it, flowing freely.

"What?" Zeng Loujia's lips trembled uncontrollably, his blinking eyelashes fluttered like panicked nymphs.

"Are you afraid?" Zhao Gun's lips lingered in his ear, and the bottle in his hand hovered on Zeng Loujia's chest, drawing a sultry coil coldly, "You want to be cruel to me repeatedly, and your conscience is not good. Will it hurt?"

Wolf spray.

At this moment, it is pinched in the palm of Zhao Gun.

"Try spraying too, Jiajia," he said with his little finger, picking up the edge of Zeng Loujia's pajama pants.

It's so hot, let's compare it to the kick you kicked me.

Ok?

The author has something to say: I want to ask for nutrient solution, I want to cry for nutrient solution (′;︵;`)

I still want to ask for a job, my little man is pretty good at drawing.

Hahaha.

Reader: Make you beautiful, what more do you want [slap in the face]