Before graduation, hold down the restless you

Unable to contact Gu Ze, Qin Yuzhen looked at the phone on the desk, thinking that he must not have left yet.After waiting for a while, he didn't come back, so he went out of the office to look for it.

Walking down the stairs, when Qin Yuzhen saw that half of Gu Ze's shirt was hanging on the floor, revealing his exquisite and delicate chest muscles, and there was a man on top of him, kissing him face to face for a long time, her brain was like an overloaded machine, Totally dead.

She took two steps forward in disbelief, and the two on the ground seemed completely unaware of her existence.

Until she saw clearly the appearance of the man lying on Gu Ze's body, her scalp exploded completely, and her face became distorted.

Her voice was a little trembling, and she couldn't believe it except she couldn't believe it: "You...you...what are you doing..."

This voice... Yan He's scalp tingled suddenly. He would never forget the magic voice that Qin Yuzhen, the head teacher, nagged him every day and chased him to the English office to write silently in the first year of high school. He lost the courage to raise his head instantly.

Feeling the body of the person on his body stiffen, Gu Ze was finally able to stagger his head, and turned Yan He, who was as lifeless as a log, to the side. He was free to take out a hand and touched the pocket of his trousers, and found that there was no cigarette with him.

Only then did I realize that today is Qin Yuzhen's birthday, and I invited him over for dinner a week ago.

Gu Ze stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his trousers, half of the shirt torn by Yan He fluttered gently in the evening wind, he looked at Qin Yuzhen who was stunned by the side, and then turned his head to look at the original who was lying on the ground. Yan He, who was sweating uncontrollably, said lightly, "Aren't you going to study at night?"

Suddenly being stared at by someone, the chrysanthemum tightened, and Yan He curled up as if being electrocuted, then quickly got up from the ground, turned his back to Qin Yuzhen, did not dare to look directly at Gu Ze's face, lowered his head and said quickly, "I am now Just go", and then ran towards the stairs at the speed of a [-]-meter sprint.

Gu Ze put one hand in his pocket, turned his head sideways, looked at the back of Yan He who was leaving in a hurry, and was about to speak when he suddenly saw the little guy staggering a few steps on the stairs, stumbled and continued to run upstairs.

Gu Ze: "..."

Qin Yuzhen seemed to have swallowed an egg, her face flushed.She looked at Gu Ze, suddenly felt strange for a moment, she was silent for a while, and forced a stiff smile: "... go change clothes first?"

Gu Ze looked down at his shirt, let out a slight but helpless sigh, and raised his head. The moonlight in the autumn night was hazy, and his voice was low but inaudible: "...um."

The eleventh holiday after the first monthly exam.

At 5:[-] in the morning, Gu Ze got up on time and went for a morning run in the community, self-disciplined like a robot. This is his father, an old soldier, who taught him earnestly since he was a child that "aspirations and words are the foundation, and self-cultivation comes first."And in the early morning of every day, he can see more things clearly, the barking of dogs not far away, the cool ringing of bicycles on the small road in the neighborhood, the faint aroma of soy milk wafting from the convenience store, finally and people. The exhaled white air fused together, spread in the air and floated above the city.

I returned to my residence at seven o'clock, walked into the bathroom, took off my sweatshirt and professional black tight track pants, touched the handle of the rain shower, and the water sprayed from the shower with a "squeak".

After Yan He pressed the alarm three times outside the door, there was still no sign of opening the door.

Since the last time Gu Ze said that he was willing to help him make up for the loopholes in the first year of high school, they started the "hell mode".In the endless study schedule like a vast desert, the November holiday is like a cool oasis—for good students, it is a cozy and comfortable oasis.

In the eyes of many teachers, like Yan He, it is "weak basic knowledge" at best, and "poor" at worst!For my classmates, the [-]th holiday is not for you to rest!If you don't have the achievements of others, and you don't work as hard as others, you have to double your efforts to catch up when others are slack!

Raise one point and kill thousands of people.

Gu Ze is obviously not one of the "many teachers". He originally intended for Yan He to enjoy the National Day holiday. As for checking for omissions and making up for vacancies, that is when school starts.

However, Yan He didn't think so.To be able to stay with Gu Ze is the best eleventh holiday for him. Perfect!After making an appointment, on the third day of the holiday, Yan He appeared at Gu Ze's door.

I rang the doorbell a few more times, but still no one answered.Yan He was not in a hurry, he just squatted down and concentrated on studying the leather shoes of the same brand and different colors on Gu Ze's shoe rack. His dark black eyes were shining brightly in the dark aisle.

Just as Gu Ze turned off the shower, he heard a knock on the door as loud as rain.

As soon as the door opened, Yan He's eyes lit up, and he stood up immediately.

Gu Ze's upper body was half-naked, his seductive and delicate chest muscles made Yan He's heart shudder.The black hair was still dripping, following his graceful lines, sliding down his back, and finally sinking into his waist.At this moment, he was only wearing a beige bath towel, and when he saw Yan He who had come so early, he showed a slightly surprised expression.

"It's so early?" Gu Ze rubbed his hair with a towel, and turned his body sideways to let Yan He in.

"Shoe cover or take off your shoes?" Yan He stared intently.

"It's on the shoe rack outside, take it yourself." Gu Ze walked towards the bathroom while talking.As soon as he walked into the bathroom, he leaned out half of his body worriedly: "Come in, don't forget to close the door."

Yan He said "Oh", picked out a pair of slippers of the same color as Gu Ze, and walked in.

"Mr. Gu, do you like Nordic style?" Yan He put his schoolbag on the sofa and looked around Gu Ze's house.Quiet cool tones, meticulous furnishings, and the warm smell of sunshine flowing in the air.The floor-to-ceiling windows are simple yet grand, and the balcony is facing an artificial lake in the community. A rack of various succulents and an exquisite small kettle are neatly placed in the corner.

Gu Ze randomly picked a simple home clothes from the closet, did not hear what Yan He said, put on a pair of black trousers, and walked back to the living room.

Yan He was squatting on the balcony, observing the succulent.The sun shone in, as if it had coated him with a faint golden edge.

"Have you had breakfast?" Gu Ze walked into the kitchen.

Having never enjoyed this kind of treatment before, Yan He was a little flattered: "Ah...not yet." In fact, he had already eaten a multigrain pancake in front of the stall.

"Breakfast is still necessary." Gu Ze skillfully put on the apron and walked into the kitchen.

I am used to seeing men who are usually cold and unkind in school, but the sudden strong smell of living at home shocked Yan He a lot.

"Is coriander a taboo?" Gu Ze asked.

Yan He shook his head, only to realize that Gu Ze couldn't see, and hastily added: "You can eat." Gu Ze was able to cook for him, and he was almost moved to thank God, and he didn't care about what to eat or not.

After a while, Gu Ze came out of the kitchen with two bowls of noodle soup, and Yan He stood up to pick them up.Gu Ze staggered his hands and said, "Go to the kitchen to get chopsticks and spoons."

"Teacher Gu, do you also like to play ball?" Yan He put the spoon into the two bowls, sat down at the table, handed the chopsticks to Gu Ze, and asked.

Gu Ze glanced at the basketball on the rack, smiled and said, "I will play when I am in a good mood."

Yan He asked: "Then how are you feeling today?"

"Want to play with me?" Gu Ze asked without raising his head, picking up noodles, "Are you from the school basketball team?"

Yan He sucked in a mouthful of noodles, the taste was really good, and said vaguely: "Yeah." When talking about basketball, he was a little ecstatic: "One person carries the basketball banner of our class, and it's no problem to kill those spicy chickens in seconds. Down."

Gu Ze smiled: "Confidence is a good thing."

Yan He, who picked up the egg, stopped and said seriously: "Confidence comes from strength."

Hearing this, Gu Ze choked for a moment, smiled disapprovingly and said, "I'll let you have a hand."

"Fuck me??" Yan He was shocked, Gu Ze, who was always glamorous, would have such an arrogant and nonsensical day?It is completely incompatible with the low-key and cold image of "I am a ruthless math teacher" in his heart.He choked for a moment and said, "Teacher, don't slap your face."

After all, he was also on the basketball team, and someone said "give up one hand"?What a shame.How much does Gu Ze underestimate him?

Gu Ze smiled slightly, but did not answer.

Just when Yan He thought he had been left in the cold for a while and fell into silence, the person opposite Shi Shiran said calmly: "Three-point facial expressions shoot you."

Ah?Still know bukkake?Yan He smiled devilishly: "Innocent."

"When did you join the school team?"

Yan He thought for a while: "During the second year of junior high school." He stirred the noodles and sighed: "In the first year of junior high school, his football skills were poor."

Gu Ze leaned back slightly in his chair, listening patiently.

When Yan He talked about those glorious days in the past, his eyes sparkled: "The first grade of junior high school was really poor, and I was always speechless when I was scolded by my friends. I was so strong by nature, so I hid and practiced hard for a month. "

"So now." Yan He chuckled, "They can't scold me anymore."

Gu Ze looked at him and smiled slightly.

The apartment is very spacious and clean, and it is a layout for single people.Gu Ze took the empty bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, and Yan He took out his notebook and pen after cleaning the table.

It was true that he wanted to get close to Gu Ze, and it was true that he wanted to study hard.

All morning, Gu Ze was explaining various question types of functions to him.When it was almost noon, Gu Ze walked into the kitchen as he should and started cooking.When a person washes and cooks vegetables and it becomes a daily habit, it always feels a little strange that a person suddenly appears next to him.

The portion is more than twice as much as usual.

"Teacher Gu." Yan He stood behind Gu Ze with a smile, fiddling with the apron strap he was wearing secretly with both hands, and leaned forward, "Do you need help?"

It's not because he feels ashamed to sit back and enjoy the benefits, but just enjoys the time at home when he and Gu Ze chop vegetables and cook together like a couple.

Gu Ze made room for Yan He.This was the first time in Yan He's life that he cooked. He respectfully and piously took the vegetables to the cutting board, and chopped them carefully for the first time. It was not bad, like a work of art.

Then he took a severe second chop.The expression is focused as if solving a series problem.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden sound startled Yan He who was about to perform the third Yan's saber technique.His hand trembled, it was too late, the knife slipped out of his hand and fell on the chopping board, crushing Yan's "work of art".

Yan He rushed to rescue him in a panic. After all, it was his first time chopping vegetables. How could they be destroyed without even taking a photo?In a panic, he accidentally touched the tip of the knife and cut his little finger.

Gu Ze was taken aback for a moment, then calmly pulled Yan He out of the kitchen, took out the medicine box, sat down and sterilized and bandaged him, and said lightly: "...the vegetables don't need to be cut."

"What?" Yan He was stunned for a moment, then added without thinking, "How can you eat if you don't cut it?"

Gu Ze looked at him with a smile: "Eat it whole." After speaking, he stretched out his hand and rubbed his head. His hair looked hard, but it was really soft to the touch, then he got up and went to the kitchen.

If it wasn't for Gu Ze, Yan He would feel that the person who said this was not only obscene but also deliberately trying to dislike him.Even though he knew that Gu Ze didn't mean that, Yan He was still a little red, what would Gu Ze be like?

Two seconds later, Gu Ze came out of the kitchen again, took out the remote control of the TV from the drawer, and put it in Yan He's hand: "If you're bored, you can watch TV for a while."

Then went into the kitchen again.

Yan He lay reclining on the sofa, really starting to recover from his injuries.He pressed the remote control absently, trying to focus on the fierce foreigner with eight-pack abs and a big dick, but somehow moved to Gu Ze who was cooking soup in the kitchen.

Staring, staring, Yan He reckoned that his eyes were more obscene and naked than the thick old man in the film.

The relationship between the two of them has obviously improved, right?At least the old Gu Ze wouldn't joke with him, and wouldn't even say a single unnecessary word to him.

Now I will listen to him patiently, help him bandage his wounds, and cook for him. It should be close, right?

When did this change in attitude begin?It seems to be after the monthly exam.

Sure enough, teachers like good students.

He touched his lips, which seemed to still have the man's cold and soft touch.Thinking of those penetrating eyes that seemed to be able to see through his mind, Yan He blushed.Thinking wildly, I don't know when I will be able to eat it.

Although it was the little finger that was injured, the other fingers seemed to be affected, and their movements were slow and laborious to use, let alone the difficult work of picking vegetables.As a person who has eaten with a spoon since he was a child, he doesn't even know how to hold the chopsticks correctly.

Yan He tried three times, but still couldn't pick up the shredded pork with green peppers on the plate in front of him.

Yan He put down his chopsticks and wanted to take off the bandage on his little finger.

Gu Ze, who had just put his left hand on his right little finger, suddenly stood up after eating well, leaned over and clasped Yan He's wrist forcefully, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yan He was quite taken aback. It wasn't a serious wound in the first place. Is it impolite to remove the bandage in front of the bandager?Laughed embarrassingly: "It's just a small cut, and there's a lot of blood, but it's actually not a problem, just give me a band-aid."

"Your hands are too stupid." Gu Ze frowned, let go of his claws and sat down again, concluding.

Unconvinced, Yan He stretched out someone's bulging little finger that was half the size of a fist, and said angrily, "Mr. Gu, are you really ingenious?"

"Yeah." Gu Ze pointed to the dishes on the table, his expression frank.

Subconsciously wanted to refute, but couldn't find the words.When Yan He came back to his senses, he had picked up his chopsticks again and stretched out to a plate of prawns on the right.

Pick it up, drop it.Pick it up, drop it.Pick it up, drop it.

He is a king, how could he submit to Xia Zi's men?Just when he was about to seriously compete with the hideous prawn in front of him, a pair of white chopsticks broke into his sight. Gu Ze picked up his number one rival firmly and put it into his bowl, with a calm expression: "I'm sorry!" .”

ah?Excuse me?What's the matter?On the contrary, he should be embarrassed that he has clamped it so many times and failed to pick it up.Probably because Gu Ze himself realized that his skills were not good enough, that the things he wrapped up were too ugly and eye-catching, and that he had caused him trouble, so he felt sorry, right?

I just wanted to follow his words, waved my hands and continued, it's nothing, I usually pick up vegetables like this.Suddenly I heard Gu Ze add the second half of the sentence: "I really can't stand it."

Yan He gritted his teeth and smiled, said "hey hey" twice without saying a word, thinking to himself: If you weren't a teacher to save you face, I would call a car baker to beat you tomorrow.

After eating at noon, considering that Yan He's little finger injury hadn't healed—in fact, Yan He felt that he was really not that delicate, Gu Ze insisted on canceling the basketball game in the afternoon, and playing again when he was healthy.

The reason is to let him lose all at once without complaining.

Yan He: ...What the hell?