A goblin who doesn't want to stir up trouble is not a good goblin

Zhao Mi hugged him and raised his head slightly, because he had just taken a shower, and there was still water vapor in his eyes, like the clear sky washed by a heavy rain in midsummer, in Su Yiran's eyes, it was all affection.

Su Yiran looked at it without blinking, for fear that when she closed her eyes, Xiao Nuomi would run away with a puff.

Zhao Mi rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers, and looked away embarrassedly: "Isn't it ugly? Too fat."

"No." Su Yiran's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he raised his hand to grab his shoulder, "It makes people want to commit a crime."

The school uniform is darker in color, making Zhao Mi's complexion look like authentic glutinous rice cakes. If he had to describe it, Su Yiran felt that Zhao Mi was now half black glutinous rice, half white glutinous rice, mixed with big spoonfuls of white sugar.

Moreover, the school uniform was too big and fluffy, and the sleeves could even cover Zhao Mi's hands. He stood in front of Su Yiran with his head down, like a good student who made a mistake and apologized to the teacher.

Su Yiran scolded himself in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and slowly put Zhao Mi's hands behind his back as if bewitched, and grabbed them, then lowered his head quickly and bit Zhao Mi's. neck!

Zhao Mi exclaimed, took a small step back, and almost fell: "Wait a minute!"

Obviously he got what he wanted, but Zhao Mi, this piece of soft glutinous rice, got cold feet!

"Su Yiran!" He tilted his head to hide, "It hurts."

Su Yiran didn't kiss softly, but gnawed, like a wolf showing sharp teeth on a full moon night.

Zhao Mi bent back as if evading, this posture made his lower body stick closer to Su Yiran.

Su Yiran was about to be pissed off by him, and a cruel, brutal, and desire ignited fiercely in his heart.

He really wanted... really wanted to put Zhao Mi... this pervert... on the bed...

The glutinous rice cake was overheated and became too soft, as if it would fall to the ground in a second.He pushed and rejected the other party: "It hurts, take it easy."

Su Yiran's eyes turned green.Zhao Mi struggled with his hands behind his back: "Teacher Su!"

Teacher Su exhaled, calmed down and moved away, stretched out his hand and rubbed the other person's head fiercely, took his hand and sat on the edge of the bed: "Xiao Mi, luckily I'm not your teacher."

In addition to the nickname Su Shen, Su Yiran is also occasionally called a teacher, especially the editorial department of the publishing house, who calls out Teacher Su from time to time.Su Yiran has always been indifferent, he accepts what others call, sometimes the fans get agitated, and even call a husband in the comment section, he just glances at it and ignores it, his mood is like an ancient well, without any ripples.

Originally he didn't know Xiao Mi's identity, and he didn't waver no matter how Ren Xiaomi stood in front of him, but now that he knew the reason behind it and understood Xiao Mi's needs, it was like throwing a boat into the lake of his heart, even if the boat was still very small. Far away, one day it will approach, and the ripples will also expand round and round, which cannot be ignored no matter what.

To put it bluntly, Su Yiran felt that when Zhao Mi stood in front of him and made a sound, his mind was full of sperm.

In order to turn off the fire, Zhao Mi quickly took out three letters from his pocket and put them on the legs where the two touched: "I will show you the letter I wrote to my mother in high school."

Su Yiran tried her best to restrain someone from raising her head, crossed her legs, and embraced him: "Why are you still in your clothes?"

"Mom hasn't been to a parent-teacher meeting." Zhao Mi opened the first envelope, put his index finger and middle finger together, took out a few pieces of paper and spread them out, Su Yiran wrapped his left hand around his chest, pointed at the words on the envelope and read out Voice: "A letter to Ms. Zhao, you always call her Ms. Zhao?"

"I always call her Ms. Zhao when I'm outside, and I call her mother in private." Zhao Mikai's letter was written by him when he was a freshman in high school.Su Yiran read it roughly, and found that Zhao Mi's whole article was full of filial piety, asking Ms. Zhao to eat more, play more, and buy more cosmetics.

"Your letter is too real," Su Yiran pointed to the lines, "Good boy."

"I don't know what to write," Zhao Mi said softly and helplessly, "I don't know what she lacks recently."

"When was the last time you met?"

Zhao Mi didn't even think about it: "I haven't met."

"No? What do you mean?"

Zhao Mi tilted his head and looked serious: "I haven't seen it since I was born."

Su Yiran didn't know if other goblins were like this, but he looked at Zhao Mi and said that he hadn't seen it since he was born, and felt very distressed, so he hugged him: "I'm sorry."

He frowned twice, and with a low voice, Zhao Mi hugged him back to comfort him: "Don't feel bad, I don't have any ideas."

This is the case with every generation of sex demons. They will be separated from their parents at birth, and some will never speak a word in their entire lives.Compared with them, Zhao Mi and Ms. Zhao have a fairly close relationship, and the two of them occasionally talk on the phone.

Ms. Zhao will give Zhao Mi enough pocket money, so Zhao Mi doesn't need to go to beggars since he was a child.

Human beings have been separated from their parents for so long, and they may feel hatred for them, but Zhao Mi is filial and sensible, without the slightest sadness: "This is normal."

After speaking, he felt that it was wrong. From a human point of view, this should be regarded as abnormal, so he had no choice but to add: "I think it's quite normal."

Su Yiran didn't delve into it, and opened the second envelope.The letter written by Zhao Mi in the second year of high school changed the envelope and letter paper, and it turned orange, like autumn maple leaves, condensing the style of the season.

The second letter contained more content. It wrote about his senior year's plan and the direction of his efforts. It was very organized. Su Yiran saw that Zhao Mi had set the goal of CC University in his second year of high school.

"You have realized your dream," Su Yiran congratulated him, "Xiao Mi's goal is quite clear." Many people are confused when they reach the third year of high school, not knowing which university they should work towards.

"Actually, it's because of you," Zhao Mi turned to the next page of the letter paper, where he listed the reasons for entering CC University in a table, and Su Yiran took up three of the five.

The first line: According to Su Shen's signings, ZZ City accounted for 30% of the signings in previous years, the highest proportion among all cities.So if you study at CC University, you might be able to participate in God Su's autograph sale!

The second line: I found out that Su Shen's occasional microblog scenery photos are ZZ City, because I asked in the tour group of ZZ City!The tour guide is a native of ZZ City, and I can assure you that it is the scenery of ZZ City.

The third line: The Literature Department of CC University has direct cooperation with X Literature Network. If you can enter the Literature Department and know people from X Literature Network, you can get to know God Su!

……

Su Yiran looked at these few lines of words, his mind was overwhelmed. He knew that Xiao Mi had been reading his essays, but he didn't expect that the other party had his own reasons for going to university.

"Aren't you really stupid?" Zhao Mi looked at the letter from the sophomore year, feeling a little ashamed. He wanted Su Yiran to know, but he didn't want Su Yiran to read the letter.

"Well, it's very sticky." Su Yiran folded the letter paper, "Give it to me?"

"That won't work, I wrote this to Ms. Zhao." Zhao Mi snatched it and stuffed the envelope back, "Do you want me to write you one?"

"when are you giving it to me?"

"Birthday, wait until my birthday. I'll give it to you in the evening."

Tonight?I'm afraid I don't have time? —— These two words sounded in both of their hearts at the same time.

"Give it to me the next day." Su Yiran said with a smile, "It just so happens that I also write you a letter in exchange."

Writing a letter is not like a mobile phone communication tool, it is convenient and concise, with a strong electronic flavor, the simplicity of the letter paper and the concise strokes, gathering the writer's feelings, every word is the answer after deliberation in the mind.

Both Zhao Mi and Su Yiran happen to love literature and creation, and they have a special affection for writing, so they both feel that the decision to exchange letters is very good and suitable for each other.

Zhao Mi opened the last letter, and his writing began to become scribbled in the third year of high school. Instead of letter paper, he used an A4 monthly exam report card: "I accidentally tore the letter paper sent by the teacher, so I had to take it with me. Make up the numbers."

Su Yiran casually glanced at the scores on the report card, and found that she couldn't understand: "Why is biology only 100?"

Zhao Mi: "...The total biological score is 100."

Su Yiran sighed: "I'm really old. When I was in high school, my bio was 120."

The letter paper is so careless, let alone the words on it, there is only one sentence: "Don't read it, I'm studying." Su Yiran pointed: "The painting style has changed? Is this written by popping glutinous rice cakes?"

"Anyway, Ms. Zhao won't come, so I'll just write nonsense and do my homework after I finish it." Looking at it now, Zhao Mi also felt that he was too careless in his senior year, so he pulled this back and stuffed it into an envelope, "It's gone, Not pretty."

"Can I kiss then? Kiss again." Su Yiran turned around, and he couldn't help it anymore.

Zhao Mi remembered Su Yiran's refusal when he was invited to take a bath before, raised his head and teased him hard: "Mr. Su, we can't kiss, we don't fall in love early."

Hearing that he was called Teacher Su, Su Yiran's heart was ablaze. He squinted his eyes and felt that he had to teach Nuomi Ci a good lesson on his birthday.

On the weekend of the second day, He Liao came to report at seven o'clock in the morning. As soon as he entered the door, he yelled: "Brother Zhao, brother!"

Su Yiran came out of the kitchen with a dark face: "Take it easy, Xiao Mi is still sleeping."

"Brother Su!" He Liao sat down at the dining table, "Give me Du Man's contact information?" His tone was mean, and his expression was also mean.

Su Yiran casually sipped the soy milk: "We'll talk about it after the college entrance examination."

"Farewell, Brother Su," He Liao patted the table, "Think about it, if you were me, if Brother Zhao were Du Man, would you wait until the college entrance examination?"

Su Yiran thought of yesterday's refusal, and gritted his teeth. On the surface, he stood up to serve the porridge: "I will."

He Liao lay on the table: "It's boring."

Su Yiran pulled Zhao Mi last night and asked him when he would start reading his own novel.Zhao Mi rummaged through Weibo, and found that the first time he confessed to Su Yiran on Weibo was six years ago, and it was even earlier when he read the text.

"I often leave messages for you!" Zhao Mi showed off with his mobile phone as if asking for credit.

"Oh? What's your vest?"

"...my vest is...cute..." Zhao Mi held up his mobile phone, clicked on X Literature Network, changed the name of the vest to cute, and left a message, "I just commented for you, take a look."

Su Yiran used his own account to log in, and found that there was indeed a person named Xiaocuti who left a message.He clicked to reply: What?

"Hey, hey, don't reply to me!" Zhao Mi became anxious when he saw his reply, "If you reply like this, some people will definitely not be convinced later."

"Then let them be unconvinced." Su Yiran put away the phone.

Aunt Zhao sent He Liao to the door and went to buy vegetables, so He Liao was very presumptuous, lying on the table, his arms were long enough to stretch across the table, Su Yiran finished two bowls of porridge, stood up: "go to the studio write."

"So early?" He Liao glanced at the time, "According to yesterday's experience, Brother Zhao still has two hours to get up, and Du Man has another hour to arrive."

"What does this have to do with your writing?" Su Yiran took the bowl into the kitchen, "Come on, I just happen to be free, so I'll tutor you."

He Liao threw his schoolbag behind his back: "Brother Su, you are too old in life, do you understand young people? For example, do you know how to call? Do you know zqsg? Do you know earthy love talk?"

Su Yiran paused and waved at him: "Don't move, tell me how you understand."

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I just fastened my seat belt, Zhao Mi told me to stop, so it's none of my business【Akimbo】