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Weekend swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and his Adam's apple slipped.

Obviously Du Jingzhi's hand was very cold, but it carried a burst of fire. Wherever he touched it, his body became extremely hot, burning his heart and making him feel more restless and uncomfortable.

After so many years of restraint, I really don't know how long I can last.

He saw a person's signature: In order to hug you at graduation, I hugged everyone in the class at the same time.

As for him, in order not to appear perverted, while being nice to Du Jingzhi, he would also be friendly to others.In fact, I know that on weekends, he is often impatient and finds it troublesome...

That's right, he hates trouble. Sometimes, he always felt that Du Jingzhi liked him too, and he almost confessed his love several times, but he held back in the end, for fear of causing big trouble.

What if Du Jingzhi only considers him a buddy?What if showing such distorted sexuality is hated, and even buddies can't do it?

What if...

"It hurts badly?" Zhou Zhou asked, his voice was a little dry, which made him clear a cough.

"A little..." Looking at the wound, Du Jingzhi felt a little distressed, but Du Jingzhi didn't say it.

"When I was first injured, it would hurt to lie down, but I had to sleep on my side for a few days, but it has gotten better recently."

"I suddenly wanted to kill that fat man."

"Beat like a fat man?"

"Well, beat him to death." Du Jingzhi couldn't laugh or cry, angry and helpless.

On weekends, he laughed "hehehe", then put down his clothes, adjusted his posture, and sat down again.

"Don't you need to go back to study today?" Du Jingzhi was a little puzzled, looking at the state of not wanting to leave on weekends, it always seemed like there was something to do, and weekends are a race against time on weekdays.

On the weekend, he raised his hand and rubbed his hair, and then he said: "It's a bit annoying."

"What's wrong?" Du Jingzhi sat on another chair, facing Zhou Zhou, waiting for Zhou Zhou to speak.

"You still remember my cousin, the one who is one year older than me."

"Oh...the one who always squints at people?"

"Well, that's right. He is a senior in high school this year. He came to my house today and chatted with me for a while."

Du Jingzhi pulled up his trouser legs, then sat cross-legged on a chair, looked at Zhou Zhou seriously, and asked, "And then?"

On the weekend, I took a look at Du Jingzhi's legs. Du Jingzhi's legs were very white, and his body hair was very light. They belonged to the rare white and slender legs among boys, and they were very beautiful.

However, I didn’t read much on the weekend, and then picked up a Rubik’s Cube on the table and started playing: “He told me that the pressure in the third year of high school was very high, and everyone in the family was nervous. A few days ago, I was fooled by the family members, eating A plate of dumplings, later found to be made of placenta, nausea for several days."

"I heard...the placenta is also a kind of traditional Chinese medicine."

"I understand this, but everyone's ability to accept it is different."

"Too."

"He also said that sometimes, if you really want to open the window, you can just jump out of it, and it's done once, so you don't have to suffer such a crime."

"So you're feeling more and more stressed?"

Weekends are stressful.

The teachers at the school waited for him to become the champion of the college entrance examination, the elders paid close attention to his exam status, and the peers who were poisoned by "other people's children" waited to see the weekend jokes.

"Not counting, he also said other things, such as... He really hates me."

"What's the reason?"

The Rubik's Cube in Weekend's hand turned into a square of uniform color in an instant, and was placed on the table casually by Weekend: "My relatives always use me as an example, saying that if I take the college entrance examination, it must be very easy, and Can be admitted to a good university. It has been like this since I was a child, relatives like to compare with children who are close in age in the family, and then I became a positive example, let my cousin hear my name, and he has a physical disgust."

"Parents are indeed like this. My mother often praises you in front of me. It seems to be a common problem of many parents."

"He said he wouldn't be under as much stress without me."

"Heh, I'm under a lot of pressure, and I can still blame you? How did you answer?"

Weekend smiled, didn't answer the question, just asked: "Little mirror, do you hate me?"

"No, I don't seem to be the same as others. When my mother praised you, I felt very proud. I think such an outstanding person is my buddy!"

"That's why I especially like you, Little Mirror."

Du Jingzhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Zhou Zhou's impeccable smile, and suddenly felt that his thoughts were really complicated, probably Zhou Zhou was talking about the kind of love between friends, so he laughed a few times: "Don't be disgusting, you, it's like a confession."

Weekend stared at him for a while, then laughed again: "Oh, I want to have a serious chat with you for a while, but I can't be serious when I see your hairstyle."

"Fuck you! Leaving my room mellowly with your rambutan in your arms."

"No... What did you think when you got this hairstyle? Can you tell me about your mental journey?"

Du Jingzhi was shameless, showed his scissors to Weekend, and pouted his face: "This is called non-mainstream." Then, leaning on the chair, looking disappointed, "This is called decadence." He raised his middle finger, "This is Shamate."

As he said that, he rummaged through the room, found a black coat, put it on, and hung a trouser chain, posing a look for the weekend: "This is called punk."

On the weekend, he looked ignorant, felt that his eyes had been opened, and immediately applauded: "Wow, that's amazing!"

"Must, brother is such a lonely handsome man."

"Why is the unit of quantity duo?"

"I don't know, they all do."

"They don't study very well, do they?"

"Uh... how should I answer this question?"

"Little Mirror must be the most handsome killer."

"This compliment...why is it so awkward."

On the weekend, with one hand on his mouth, he looked at Du Jingzhi and smiled sullenly for a long time, then stretched out his hand, stroked Du Jingzhi's hair, and suddenly sighed: "It's amazing, the hand feels quite good."

After speaking, he rubbed again.

Kneaded and kneaded.

"Are you using my head as a grinding stone?" Du Jingzhi asked angrily.

"No, fluffy, it feels great."

"You are so suitable for keeping cats."

"No more, raising you is like raising a cat."

"I use you to support me?" Du Jingzhi was irritated by Weekend's attitude, and immediately began to chase people away, "Go away, don't rely on me, you just know how to laugh at my hairstyle, and it's annoying to look at you."

Pushed to the door by Du Jingzhi on the weekend, struggling, gave Du Jingzhi a lollipop with difficulty, and then left.

Holding the lollipop, Du Jingzhi was suddenly a little suspicious. The candy on this guy was mass-produced and he carried it with him.

the next day.

During Du Jingzhi's self-study class, he arrived at the multimedia teaching building. Not long after entering the door, he found something was wrong.

The school had bought him a new batch of paints, and he thought it was too tiring to carry them, so he put them directly by the wall of the hall and took them whenever he wanted.When I came over, I saw that there were two buckets of paint with the lids open. I leaned over to look at them, and tried to pour them out again. I was immediately frustrated.

Acrylic is dry.

The reason for using acrylic to paint murals is because the paint is no longer soluble in water after it dries, and the picture has good durability.Now that the paint is dry, it probably won't work.

He looked around and looked at the paint, and found that these two buckets were the colors he used most often, which was the main tone. Now that the two buckets of paint were dry, there was no way to paint the painting today.

What annoys him the most is not this, but going to tell Director Gao now, will Director Gao think that he did it by accident?In this case, even if Director Gao didn't blame him, he would have to be blamed in the end.It was hard to paint such a large mural, but in the end it didn’t end well.

"Who the hell owes so much!" Du Jingzhi couldn't help cursing.

Du Jingzhi was very sure that the lid of the paint was opened by someone else. After all, he knew these paints and knew that not covering the lid would definitely have an impact, so he would not make such a low-level mistake.When I usually pour it out for coloring, I always close the lid quickly before continuing to paint.

Just being irritable, he walked in on the weekend, saw Du Jingzhi's appearance, and immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"The cap of the paint was opened and the paint was dry."

I came over to take a look at it on the weekend, and tried to pour the paint to try it out, but found it very difficult to pour.

Du Jingzhi squatted next to him and explained: "I don't know who is so cheap, unscrew the cover and fuck it. In this situation, I can't draw today."

Holding the paint bottle on the weekend, he shook it and said: "It should be that the top layer is dry, but the bottom layer is still sticky, and it should still work after adjusting it with water. I'll borrow a pair of scissors and cut the bottle open. Let's make do with painting today." , I will report to Director Gao and ask him to add some paint."

"Get another pair of rubber gloves, these things hurt your hands. Fuck, why are you so breathless, I paint so hard, and come to make me mess up."

Raising his hand on the weekend, he pushed Du Jingzhi's forehead with his index finger: "No swearing."

Du Jingzhi babbled and babbled, and finally closed his mouth, but he was out of breath.

Weekend couldn't help laughing, and looked up at the monitor in the corner.

"What are you laughing at? Director Gao can't rely on me?" Du Jingzhi was still angry, seeing Zhou Zhou laughing, he couldn't help cursing.

"Tell you a story."

"Do not listen."

"What about the paint?"

"Talk about speed."

"Well, before you knew it, I went to Director Gao and confronted Xie Xiyang once. He expressed his distrust of our rhetoric, and he had to adjust the monitoring to see what he said. Only then did he know that the monitoring here has long been It’s broken. But Xie Xiyang, you know, is very narrow-minded, and I wanted to guard against him, so I specially applied to have the monitor here repaired, but Xie Xiyang didn’t know.”

Du Jingzhi looked at the weekend, then at the monitor, and couldn't help sighing: "I'll go, you kid has a lot of eyes..."

"Well, I guess Xie Xiyang will come to retaliate. He dare not confront me head-on, dare not provoke you, so it is easy to attack the painting. I guess, he may come to splash ink in the middle of the night. I didn't expect the method to be so... so unspeakable .”

"Little family."

"Yes, not at all atmospheric."

The two crouched next to the paint and laughed sinisterly together, unable to stop for a long time.

Du Jingzhi stood up suddenly, and waved to Zhou Zhou: "Actor Zhou, please start your performance."