The torn school grass is the lost first love? [Rebirth]

"Qu Linggong, translate the third paragraph of ancient Chinese."

Nie Shuhai's vicissitudes of smoke suddenly sounded in the classroom, shaking Qu Linggong's whole body, and his heart almost missed half a beat.

He hurriedly closed the book full of restricted-grade content under the desk, raised his head in a daze, and found that Nie Shuhai was rolling the textbook into a tube on the podium, looking at him with his mouth curled and frowning.

There was silence in the classroom, and the atmosphere was inexplicably stagnant.Everyone turned their heads to look at Qu Linggong who had been silent for a while.

Everyone looked at Qu Linggong suspiciously, and was a little surprised to find that Mr. Qu, who had recently become calm, stable and manly, had a handsome white face and was staring blankly at the front. Glittering cold sweat faintly oozes from the forehead.

Only Qu Linggong knew his predicament at the moment.He tried his best to suppress the heat all morning, and after seeing the large-scale content of men and women in the comic book, it was like a flood bursting out of the embankment, and he counterattacked him violently.

A certain part of the body was so hard that it was almost painful, and the propped up shape was very abrupt. This kind of embarrassment was suddenly pointed out by Nie Shuhai at a moment, neither sitting nor standing, Qu Linggong just wanted to bump his head on the corner of the table and pass out.

"Qu Linggong, what are you doing? I called you. Didn't hear you?" Nie Shuhai frowned, his tone a little impatient.

The curious and inquisitive eyes of the whole class were all focused on him, with cold sweat constantly oozing from his forehead, his back was wet with sweat, and the thin shirt stuck to his skin. As time passed by, Qu Linggong felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Mr. Qu, who has always been used to being unrestrained and unrestrained, never thought that he could experience such an embarrassing moment.

"Alas—Qu..."

Before Nie Shuhai could finish speaking, he heard Qu Linggong retch "Uh--", followed by a harsh noise of tables and chairs passing across the marble floor.

Everyone's eyes blurred, and they saw Qu Linggong grab a blue and white sportswear, tightly covered his mouth with the corner of the clothes, and rushed out from the back door of the classroom like a gust of wind.

Everyone in the classroom looked at each other in astonishment, Nie Shuhai choked for a while, and muttered in a low voice: "I don't feel well, so I didn't say it earlier... Well, let's continue."

In the bathroom, after Qu Linggong relieved his desire in the cubicle, he was sweating all over his body. His shiny black black hair was a bit messy, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and a few strands were messily attached to his face. On the skin, a touch of masculine charm leaked out of the mess.

Panting slightly, Qu Linggong opened the door of the private room, and within a few steps, he saw Li Yun'an standing in front of the sink.

Li Yun'an's graceful hand bones were covered with a wristband, and his hair on the sideburns was wet with sweat, as if he had just returned from the court.

He picked up a handful of cold water and was about to wash his face, when he looked up and saw Qu Linggong in the mirror, he was a little surprised and turned to look at him.

Li Yun'an looked at his friend carefully and calmly. When he came in just now, he heard a slight movement in the cubicle. Looking at Qu Linggong's description at this time, the thin sweat on his forehead, when he looked at him The fleeting panic and embarrassment in his eyes, as well as the faint musky smell in the air, are all boys of this age, Li Yun'an can understand it in seconds.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, then he turned around and washed his face, and turned off the tap.

Without the barrier of the sound of water, from the third classroom not far away, there was a burst of poetry reading sound.

Hearing the sound of reading, the two people in front of the sink maintained an eerie silence for a few seconds.

For a moment, Li Yun'an smiled and sighed at his friend who looked embarrassed in the mirror: "Teacher Nie's class, you can also be distracted and infatuated, I really admire it."

Qu Linggong's face turned blue, and he walked to Li Yun'an's side to wash his hands with lowered eyelashes. Thinking back on what happened just now, he felt so embarrassed that he was speechless.

"Your gym class?" Qu Linggong asked casually in order to ease the embarrassment.

"En." Li Yun'an agreed, shook his hand, and handed him a glass of sweet milk that he put on the sink.

Qu Linggong caught it suspiciously.I just heard Li Yunan say meaningfully: "Here you go, make up."

Qu Linggong: "..."

Qu Linggong let out a broken sigh, and wiped his face with his hand feebly.

Seeing the disheartened, ashamed and indignant expression on his friend's face, Li Yun'an comforted him with a smile: "There's no other way, who told you two to be in the same class?"

At this time, the class bell rang, and the two came out of the bathroom one after the other, and walked to the wall adjacent to the third class and the fourth class. At the same time, they saw a tall and white figure standing beside the back door of the third class not far away. , the man looked towards the two of them with a pair of clear eyes, stared slightly, his eyes flicked across Qu Linggong's face, and then disappeared behind the door in a flash.

Seeing that figure, Qu Linggong couldn't help but stop and stood where he was.

Li Yun'an, who was walking in front, looked back at him, and found that there was a complicated emotion in his friend's eyes for a moment, and he was still staring blankly at the corner where that person was standing just now.I can't help but sigh in my heart, do these two people already have such a deep bond?

He sighed and asked, "Worried about you?"

Qu Linggong lowered his eyes, the flash of light flashed in his eyes under the thick black eyelashes, hesitantly said: "Probably..."

After a long while, Li Yun'an sighed: "What a little angel... Mingming..." He looked meaningfully at Mr. Qu with a sad face, and thought it would be better to swallow the second half of his teasing words.

Although Li Yun'an didn't say it out loud, Qu Linggong understood it and automatically helped him complete it in his heart.

What a little angel, obviously coveted by beasts...

☆, under the dust