flirting without breaking the law

On the first day back from vacation, students with vacation syndrome all the year round were in a state of confusion in class.This kind of obsession does not distinguish between high and low grades, and covers almost all human beings.

With a kitchen knife in his hand, Kuxinyan forced the whole class to change seats, and the only ones who didn't threaten success were still Qi Ling and Di Chu.The two uncles wrote "the last row of nail households" all over their faces, and refused to admit it.

Di Chu only said a word in the heartless ear: "Mr. Lin, you let me sit in front, believe it or not, I will be the last one in the next exam?"

The heartless eye glanced at him meaningfully while touching the kitchen knife, and said with a smile, "You bastard!"

Qi Ling didn't say anything, just watched him sitting on the seat peeling apples for Di Chu, and then said: "Big bastard!" He turned around and left.

What made people feel less beautiful was that Cheng Sicong sat in front of them. There was a corridor and more than a row of distance before, but they couldn't stop Cheng Sicong from tormenting like a fool with a stick.Now it's the front and back tables, Di Chu grinds his back teeth, and looks at Cheng Sicong's back in a panic.

As soon as Cheng Sicong turned his head, Di Chu took the ruler that was confiscated from him last time and pressed it against Cheng Sicong's nose: "No nonsense."

Cheng Sicong tilted his head slightly, stretched out his hand to gently remove the ruler, then gently pulled it back, and held it in his hand: "No, you smell like gunpowder whenever you see me, what's wrong with me?"

"Housekeeper, get to the point." Di Chu sighed.

Cheng Sicong tapped the ruler again: "This time there is a national conceptual composition competition, will you participate?"

"I won't participate." Di Chu stared at the ruler that had been beating on the table, and his mind was full of patter. "You don't want the ruler anymore?"

Cheng Sicong was taken aback, fumbled to put the ruler back into the pencil case, glanced at the passionate teacher, and turned around and said, "Your writing is so good, go and participate! It is said that the winning composition will be published."

Di Chu nodded: "Oh, really."

"So let's try it, even if you don't get an award, it's not ashamed. There are so many masters in the country, young people should have the courage to try!"

"Well, sir, what you said is true."

"right?"

"Do you still want face?" Di Chu was a little amused, Cheng Sicong really dared to climb up the pole of the uncle, without shame.

Cheng Sicong lowered his voice: "Let's stay after school today, let's discuss."

"Discuss what?"

"How to make your composition stand out!"

Di Chu almost laughed out loud, Qi Ling was sitting next to him playing a game, and he accidentally missed the pentakill because of this sentence.

"Turn back." Qi Ling said, "Student masters, please study hard."

Cheng Sicong was forced to turn around to attend class, and Di Chu propped his head to touch Qi Ling: "Yo, ask me to attend class well."

"That's right," Qi Ling said, "If you don't go to class, you can play a few rounds with me. These pig teammates can't handle it at all."

"Go away, wait for the break."

Di Chu's eyes returned to the blackboard, and he found that the teaching standards of the teachers here are not bad, compared with the previous teachers, the gap is not very big.The key points of the class and the points of confusion that should be paid attention to are also very clear.This class is easy to learn, and Di Chu is still willing to listen.

"Fuck!" Qi Ling was a little annoyed after losing two rounds, so he threw his phone on the table and looked up at the teacher.

The teacher glanced at them from time to time, and Qi Ling's eyes looked a bit like seeking revenge.

"Chu, are you taking part in the concept composition?" Qi Ling turned his gaze, and it was more comfortable to see his own heart and liver, and Di Chu was the most effective way to relieve the irritability.

"I don't know." Di Chu lowered his head to write notes in his notebook, his spine was very straight, and every inch was full of youthful flamboyance.

Qi Lingte likes Di Chu like this, looking pleasing to the eye.

"Why don't you know?"

Cheng Sicong turned his head suddenly, his ears seemed to follow the wind.

"You just agreed to participate, you can't be like this!"

"Fuck," Di Chu cursed, Cheng Sicong's chair hit his desk directly, and the tip of his pen drew a long straight line on the notebook, "You're fucking looking for death, aren't you?"

"Brother Chu, you can't be like this!"

Di Chu was furious, he didn't understand why Cheng Sicong had to talk about such a thing in class, and he had to agree, so he wrote a blood book to press his fingerprints.

What conduct!

Di Chu pointed at Cheng Sicong with the end of his pen: "What can I say after class, or I will teach you to be a man now."

Cheng Sicong opened his mouth, weighed the matter, and turned around quite aggrieved.

Qi Ling wanted to laugh: "At the beginning, I also thought the opportunity was pretty good, why didn't I go?"

"Can your language comprehension ability move the world a little more?" Di Chu put down his pen, "I don't know, so I just don't want to participate?"

"Oh," Qi Ling nodded, "Brother Chu, you've been taught."

"Damn it, fuck you," Di Chu laughed out loud at Qi Ling's words, "Let's look up the competition process after class."

Qi Ling took out his mobile phone from the table: "Let me check it for you."

"No, I can watch it myself after class."

"Anyway, I'm fine, I'll check and check."

"Alright, alright."

"Who's talking! Over there! Is it a classroom vegetable market?!"

There was a sudden burst of violence on the podium, so frightened that Qi Ling almost threw the phone out.

"Over there! Who's talking!" The history teacher put one hand on his hip, his bare head shining brightly in front of the blackboard.

The eyes of the whole class meet again in the last row. After so long, Di Chu still can't adapt to the collective care of dozens of lighting engineers.

Qi Ling raised his head and looked at Di Chu, and they raised their hands almost at the same time, pointing at Cheng Sicong: "He."

"Cheng Sicong! You can't finish talking! Ah! You are still the class monitor! The concept of leading by example is lost at home?! Ah!"

"Fuck!" Cheng Sicong, who was originally looking down at the book, was taken aback.

"You still dare to scold people?! Ah! Who are you scolding! Who gave you the courage! Who are you going to fuck!"

The history teacher was the best in class when he talked about dirty jokes, and he could easily pick up dirty jokes from history, regardless of whether the words were indecent or not.

"It's inappropriate to fuck around." Di Chu suppressed a smile, pinching Qi Ling from below.

"My god, why are you pinching me!" Qi Ling also suppressed a smile, and grabbed Di Chu's troublesome hand with his backhand.

"I fucking want to laugh!"

"Me too!"

Cheng Sicong looked back at the two uncles with disbelief on his face, Qi Ling and Di Chu immediately restrained all their gloating, and their calm eyes all revealed "whatever you look at, it's you if you say it is you."

"Fuck." Cheng Sicong stood up resignedly, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

The history teacher waved his hand: "Go out and stand!"

"Oh." Cheng Sicong smiled and slipped out through the back door.

Before Qi Ling could continue Baidu, the history teacher suddenly said, "Qi Ling, you also go out."

"Huh?" Qi Ling was a little dazed while holding the phone.

"Ah, what! I'm talking about you! Go out! Play with your phone in class! Play with your phone! Why don't you lie down at home and play with opium! Come on! Tell me! When is the Opium War! Ah!"

The history teacher slammed the book on the podium, and Di Chu covered his ears.

Qi Ling stood up, and didn't intend to answer the question at first, but didn't want Di Chu to cover his mouth and lower his voice, "From 1840 to..."

"Di Chu! Live Lei Feng, isn't he!"

Di Chu closed his mouth, Qi Ling put the phone in his pocket and walked out quite frankly, during which time he still didn't forget to turn his head and wink at Di Chu.

His boyfriend!help him!answer the questions!happy!

Di Chu was flipping through the book, intending to continue listening to the class, but unexpectedly, the history teacher kept acting like a monster: "Come on! Di Chu, come and show your abilities! You answer the question just now!"

Di Chu is good at everything, but there is one problem.

Hate answering questions.

No, he knows all kinds of questions, but he doesn't like to answer, and he doesn't like to be called by the teacher to answer questions.

At times like this, Uncle Di usually has only one answer.

"Teacher, I won't."

Di Chu sighed and stood up.

This time, the history teacher was in a daze, exuding the message "Your brat is bolder than the sky!".

"Who are you lying to? Whom are you lying to!"

Di Chu really wanted to say, there's no need to ask, isn't it just a lie to you.But in line with the basic ethics of being a good student for the first 17 years, he said to five people and six people: "Teacher, let me go out and stand."

The history teacher was taken aback again.

The whole class burst out laughing, hahahahahahahahahaha!Besides Di Chu, who else in the class dared to speak like that!just ask!return!have!who!

"What are you laughing at! Everyone wants to go to the playground for a few laps!" The history teacher didn't know whether to be angry, so he waved to Di Chu, "You, get out!"

Di Chu closed the book and stuffed it into the desk, and just walked to the door.

The history teacher stopped him suddenly: "Wait, go back!"

"Ah?" Di Chu said, "Is there still this operation?"

"It doesn't matter what you do! Go back and sit down and study hard!"

"Oh."

Di Chu moved back to his seat and looked out of the window. Qi Ling leaned on the window sill with one hand and turned his back to the classroom, while playing with his mobile phone in the other hand.

This can be said to be very lawless and quite arrogant.

Tsk.Looking at Qi Ling's "back kill", Di Chu felt a little upset.

Standing at the window without looking back at me!look at me!

Look back at me!

Di Chu took out his mobile phone, ready to see how long the get out of class was over.

A WeChat message was displayed on the top of the screen: "Chu, sweetheart, wipe the waves~"

Fuck, Di Chu's unhappy mood suddenly cleared up.

—Are you stupid?

—Chu, what are you having for lunch today?

— Go home and cook what you want.

— want to eat you.

-roll!

The two chatted briefly, and Di Chu laughed for a long time on the phone.Looking up to the window again, Qi Ling turned his head and winked at him, Di Chu thought, how bad it is to have a boyfriend who can switch between a lion and a house cat.

In the morning, it was Di Chu's favorite class, and the time flew by really fast.

Cheng Sicong and Qi Ling, who returned from the stand, also finished their class quietly, and only lifted their backpacks to let out a sigh of relief when school was over.

"I'm suffocating." Cheng Sicong said, "Brother Chu, I..."

"Goodbye."

Di Chu pulled Qi Ling and turned around and ran away.

Cooking at home as usual at noon, Di Chu changed ways to feed Qi Ling's stomach, and Qi Chi was also hanging. Ever since eating Di Chu's dishes, he has since broken up with takeaways.

"Put rice!" Di Chu took off his apron, stood in the kitchen and shouted.

"Come, come, come! My big baby!"

Before Qi Ling arrived, the voice from the living room was very penetrating and reached the kitchen first.

Di Chu smiled: "This is like a mentally retarded man."

"Tell me who is mentally retarded!" Qi Ling walked in, with a serious expression on his face.

Di Chu held the rice spoon in one hand and the bowl in the other: "Whoever gets excited will talk."

"Fuck," Qi Ling walked over and hugged Di Chu from behind, "I'll give you another chance to say it, who is mentally retarded?"

"Okay," Di Chu continued to cook with a bowl, "you."

"Damn! Baby is disobedient!" Qi Ling laughed in a low voice, very magnetic.Rubbing his lower body against Di Chu's buttocks, "I'll give you another chance to talk, if you don't talk well, we'll have a kitchen PLAY."

"Cook your father's colorful socks! Fuck!" Di Chu froze and struggled in Qi Ling's arms. "Believe it or not, I'll cover your face with a bowl of rice?"

"Who is retarded? Huh?"

"Hold!"

Di Chu and Qi Ling were taken aback. The source of the "fuck" was at the kitchen door, and they both turned their heads sideways at the same time.

Qi Chi had an expression of "In broad daylight, the sky is clear, you guys have done such an outrageous thing, it's simply outrageous!", walked in and took a bowl and chopsticks.

"Go ahead, keep your voice down. I'm underage."

Di Chu and Qi Ling looked at each other.

"Hold!"

"Hold!"

The two of them lost all obscene thoughts, leaned on the counter, looked at each other and began to giggle in turns.

You laugh at me, I laugh at you, hahahaha, we are all stupid.

There's nothing fucking funny about that, but there it is, fuck it!Can't help but want to laugh!

Di Chu finished laughing along with the laugh in class in the morning.

After eating, the three of them sat on the sofa for a while.

Qi Ling was leaning on the sofa with his slender legs resting on the tea table, while Di Chu's head was resting on Qi Ling's lap to play with his mobile phone.Qi Chi was lying on another sofa. As a person who was striding towards the top ten good students, he couldn't resist his regular schedule and fell asleep.

"Chu." Qi Ling called out.

"Huh?" Di Chu's head moved.

"It's easy to misfire in this posture."

"Huh?" Di Chu put down the phone, "WTF?"

Qi Ling pointed down: "Do you want to give me a mouth?"

"Fuck!" Di Chu turned his head abruptly, his cheek just touched an indescribable object, "You fucking..."

Qi Ling felt quite strong and let out a muffled snort.Fuck, the visual impact and sensory response are too strong.

Di Chu covered his mouth with his hand: "You fucking keep your voice down, your brother is still here!"

The two looked at Qi Chi at the same time, but Di Chu's hand hadn't moved away.Qi Ling stuck out his tongue and touched Di Chu's palm, and the latter quickly moved away like an electric shock.

"Then... let's go to the room?" Qi Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, "I don't mind being here, it's exciting."

"Prick your mother's salted duck eggs! Get rolling." Di Chu sat up and went to the side to play with his mobile phone.

Qi Ling just said it out of his mouth, although he endured it very hard.But Di Chu still has class in the afternoon, so it's impossible not to save some energy.

The two rested for a while, Qi Ling stood up, straightened his clothes, took out his cigarette and lit it: "My dear, I won't go to class in the afternoon."

Di Chu looked up at him: "Are you going to the studio?"

"Well, the concert is coming soon, and I'll be busy recently." Qi Ling said.

Di Chu nodded, and checked the calendar. There are three days left before the sports meeting. After the sports meeting, there will be a concert. The time is tight.Coupled with going out to play during the seven days of National Day, Qi Ling has a lot to do.

"Then shall we dance tonight?"

Di Chu leaned his head on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

Qi Ling had already walked to the entrance, and looked back to see Di Chu's movements. Looking forward from the top of his head, it was the eyebrows, then the bridge of the nose, then the lips, and finally the chin.

Qi Ling couldn't move, he liked, liked everything about this person.

It is comfortable to look at.

Qi Ling walked back again, stood behind the sofa, supported the sofa, lowered his head and faced Di Chu face to face.

"Damn, what the hell are you doing suddenly!" Di Chu's eyes met Qi Ling's lips, and the facial features of the two were just opposite.

Qi Ling didn't speak, and couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Di Chu.

After kissing for a long time, Qi Ling felt that if he didn't leave, he would definitely not be able to leave today.

"Come to the studio to find me at night, good boy."

Di Chu's heart was completely soft: "Yes."

Going down to Qi Ling to the studio, Di Chu sat in the classroom and was bored in class.

Cheng Sicong learned the lesson from the morning, so he didn't look back again.

Di Chu was lying on the table, and Qi Ling was not there, so he was really not used to it.Di Chu sighed when he could see Qi Bangchui when he turned his head before.

Damn, like a bitch!Find him if you want him!

Di Chu was so excited that he took out his phone and sent Qi Ling a WeChat message.