[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

After Ke Ai carefully gnawed the last hawthorn of the candied haws, Jian Zhao casually took the bamboo stick in his hand and threw it into the trash can at the back of the classroom without any mistakes. The thin Ke Ai was easily trapped in his arms, and the other hand lifted Ke Ai's face up.

"At the same table, what did you just say?"

Ke Ai was a little dazed, a boy of this age had a special smell of sunshine, which trapped Ke Ai tightly in his arms, and the hormonal smell that hit his face made Ke Ai's face inexplicably hot.

"I said, yes, I want you to help me block it."

"think carefully?"

"Yes, I need a good-looking deskmate to help me block it."

The little yellow duck has already been sensitively aware of Jian Zhao's slight displeasure, and jumps up and down in Ke Ai's mind to let him blow rainbow farts. When the rainbow farts are mentioned, Ke Ai's mind thinks of the little yellow fart from before. The love letter to Jian Zhao that Duck handed him.

Love letters, letters expressing the feelings of wanting to be friends with Jian Zhao, should all praise him, right?

After saying that, seeing Jian Zhao's expression not improving at all, Ke Ai moved forward tentatively, and said cautiously: "Then... the tablemate for three seconds, help me block it?"

Jian Zhao, whose face was only slightly ugly just now, has completely sunk by now.

For the vast majority of men, it is taboo to be short and fast in this regard, and Jian Zhao is not one of them.

"Three seconds? Poor boy, how do you know brother is three seconds? What? Did you try it in your dream?"

Ke Ai nodded ignorantly, what the little yellow duck said to himself should be similar to dreaming, probably?

This time, Ke Ai didn't feel anything, because he kept one position for too long, he was a little uncomfortable and turned to the side, because the weather was hot, after taking off his coat, Jian Zhao only wore a short sleeve, Ke Ai's The side face touched Jian Zhao's arm, and Jian Zhao suddenly withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

With a cold face, he sat back in his seat, dragged the chair heavily, leaned on the back of the chair and took out a math book.

Just at this moment, the class bell rang. Ke Ai glanced at the timetable, and took out the Chinese book from the drawer. Out of the corner of Jian Zhao's eyes, he inadvertently glanced at Ke Ai's earnest side face. Cursed in a low voice: "Fuck."

What about the obedient little boy you promised?It's fine to have... the spring-dream, the object of the spring-dream is still him, and...

Three seconds?

Jian Zhao, who has always been rational and calm, had the urge for the first time to let Ke Ai experience it for a few seconds.

"Jian Zhao! Tell me what is the answer to this question?"

Just now, Jian Zhao's mind was full of the scene of Ke Ai secretly hiding under the blanket and dreaming of having sex, when he suddenly heard the teacher call him up, his mind went blank and he couldn't answer at all, frowning and whispering: "Teacher, I choose C."

The Chinese teacher who was over half a century old on the podium jumped at the temple of anger, and slammed the book he was holding onto the table.

"Fucking C, look what class this is, do you like the math teacher so much? Is the teacher so unattractive?! Mei Xu Xunxue is three points white, what's the next sentence?"

three?This fucking is three again!

"Ai lost Zhao for three thousand seconds."