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After dinner, Yin Moxiang worked, Ye Qian moved a stool and sat opposite him to write English questions.A few days ago, his English teacher suddenly asked him if he wanted to participate in a national English competition. After half a month, he thought about it and agreed with the certificate and bonus, but he was still not sure. I took a lot of test papers from previous competitions to do it.

I have to say that these questions are more difficult than their usual exams. He basically takes time to do a few questions every day, and focuses on composition tonight.

After writing an article about world economy and politics, he got the answer right. He has covered several points mentioned in the sample article. Although there are still some minor grammatical problems, he is still satisfied overall. He glanced at the question and was momentarily stunned.

"Depend on!"

Yin Moxiang turned to look at him from the computer screen, "What's wrong?"

Ye Qian handed him the test paper and said angrily, "Look, look at this composition question!"

"What?" Yin Moxiang took a look and smiled slightly, "Well, it's quite interesting."

"What's so interesting, such a weird style of painting," Ye Qian pouted and said, "The last article was about the international political community, the people's livelihood, and this one has become this. It must not be written by a teacher, but also talk about right Homosexual views, if you meet someone who is extremely homophobic, you will throw your papers out of the examination room on the spot, it is unscientific."

"Now the teachers are open-minded. It's boring to keep out of those routines. Falling the test paper proves that you don't have basic self-control and resilience. What's the test." Yin Moxiang said.

"That's unscientific. Can the teacher who corrects the paper be sure that he doesn't substitute his personal opinion at all? What if the teacher doesn't like homosexuality and the result is that others agree with it or the teacher supports homosexuality but changes it to a composition that is extremely opposed? After much deliberation It’s still a disadvantage for students, I hope I don’t encounter this kind of problem, it’s better to be conventional.”

"This kind of national competition correction will not be so casual, just worry about it, just write it according to your own ideas, think so much... I think you can write and read about this, and your opinion after personal experience." Yin Mo Xiang returned the scroll to him with a smile on his lips.

"If you don't write it, what else can you think? I must agree and agree again." Ye Qian stretched his legs under the desk to scratch Yin Moxiang's calf, remembering a sentence that was circulated in the circle of rotten girls on the Internet. "Famous sayings", said it, "Isn't it said that men and women are true love, and men and women are for the inheritance of the family."

"Men and men can also inherit the family." Yin Moxiang grabbed his troublesome foot and lifted it up, putting it on his knee, "It can be a surrogate."

"Ah? Are you going to be a surrogate?" Ye Qian was startled and stared at him nervously. He had never thought about having a child, and he found it troublesome. It was a living person, not a cat, nor It's not some other pet, it's inserted between him and Yin Moxiang, it's aggravating to think about it—but if Yin Moxiang wants it, he won't object.

"No, I'm talking about you, just say it when it happens to be mentioned," Yin Moxiang stared at the computer, and said casually: "If you want to carry on the family or want a child in the future, you can go to a surrogate. If one is not enough, two Three or four will do, anyway, we can afford it.”

Ye Qian was amused by his tone as if he was raising a boy, smiled for a while before shaking his head and said seriously: "I don't want a child, I don't want a child now, and I don't want a child in the future. Take half of the sperm/semen to be used as a surrogate, and the child will definitely look as good-looking as you."

"Then work hard and see if you can develop such a technology in your lifetime." Yin Moxiang poured cold water on it mercilessly.

"Not necessarily, technology is developing so fast now." Knowing that he was teasing herself again, Ye Qian curled her toes and rubbed heavily on his thigh twice, making him distracted by the warm touch of the fabric.

"Concentrate on studying." Yin Moxiang said calmly, patted his feet, and did his own thing seriously, ignoring him.

"Okay." Ye Qian retracted his feet resentfully, and put them back in his flip flops.

He flipped through the paper and read the question twice again, and he became playful, thought about it, and wrote on the draft paper.

"Iamagay, and I have a handsome boyfriend..." (I am gay, and I have a handsome boyfriend)

His Chinese characters are not good-looking, but his English is really good. The places that should be round are round, and the places that should be flat are flat. The letters fall on the thin horizontal lined paper, as if they were printed.

Unsurprisingly, this dissertation that expounded his views was written by him as a love letter.

"...It's not a disgrace, because we love each other very much..." (Not ashamed, because we love each other very much)

In order to fully prove his point of view to the test-marking teacher, he wrote from the time the two met and lived in the same room now... Well, in order not to scare the teacher's little heart, he still omitted many important details... He buried his head, looked up at the man who was working hard from time to time, and slowly recalled, his heart was bubbling and bubbling.

Before I knew it, the composition had already written three pages, and Ye Qian didn't forget to cut back to the topic with the sentence "The above is my point of view", and then ended it with a full stop.

It's just practice. If he really writes like this in the examination room, he will probably be put on small shoes.

His hands were cramping, he put down his pen and lay down on the table, tilting his head to look at one of the protagonists in the short story.

Yin Moxiang straightened his back, tapped on the keyboard with both hands, slightly closed his lips, blinked his eyes from time to time, and cast a small gray-black silhouette of eyelashes on his face, so beautiful that he couldn't take his eyes off.

Probably noticed his long gaze, Yin Moxiang raised his eyelids and glanced at him with a slight smile on his face.

Ye Qian bared his teeth, raised his head from the table, took the draft and handed it to him, "I've finished writing it, take a look."

"Well," Yin Moxiang took it, and looked at it line by line with one hand, the smile on his face continued to expand, "Honey, 'Liangpi' is 'coldnoodles', not 'liangpi'."

"I know," Ye Qian looked at him, "I didn't think of it all at once, so I replaced it with pinyin, but when I think about it later, I'm afraid that changing it will spoil the appearance. Don't pick my fault, just read on."

It took a few minutes for Yin Moxiang to read all of them, and nodded his head appreciatively, "It's pretty good, with good literary talent, strong narrative ability, clear logic, and true emotion, full marks." He wrote the three pages while talking. The paper was torn off.

"Hey, I found writing love letters quite interesting. I can think of a lot of things. I will write a Chinese version later. Why are you tearing it up?" Ye Qian asked.

"You said it's a love letter, so I have to keep it safe," Yin Moxiang smoothed the corners of a few pieces of paper, gently sandwiched them in a book next to him, and made the chaoyeqian gougou. Finger, "Come here."

At this time, Ye Qian gave full play to the thought of "If you let me go, I'll go there, wouldn't it be shameful?" He lifted his feet, crossed his legs and leaned back with his arms crossed, "Fuck you if you want to do it!..."

Boom!Boom!The sound of the stool and the flesh hitting the floor echoed each other.

"Ah..." Ye Qian was lying on the ground with his feet facing the sky, still keeping his arms crossed. The pain in his back and thighs made him cry out... In a moment of excitement, he forgot that he was sitting without a backrest Square stool.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and raised his head, otherwise his head would be staring at the ground.

Yin Moxiang quickly got up and went around him, frowning, "Can you get up?"

Seeing his worried look, Ye Qian hurriedly waved his hands, "It's all right, I didn't fall."

It wasn't until he sat up that he felt a sudden pain in a certain place... He bent over his knees and was speechless for a while.

"What's the matter? Where does it hurt?" Yin Moxiang lifted his clothes to look, the spine was raised on his back, and his skin was a little red.

The back is actually fine, because the contact area is large, it just numb for a while, Ye Qian slowly raised his head, his face turned pale, tears welled up in his eyes, "My ass hurts."

Two strings of sparkling tears fell down his cheeks, splashing - he really didn't mean to cry, it hurt so much.It must have been hit by the stool falling to the ground.

Seeing him like this, Yin Moxiang paused and stretched his hands towards his waistband, "Let me see."

"It's okay, it's a little green, it'll be fine later," he gently put down two big meatballs, and pressed down on a bruised and purple scar on the side of his leg, "Does it hurt here?"

"It hurts!" Ye Qian nodded pitifully.

Helping him to the bed, Yin Moxiang rubbed it with medicated oil, and couldn't stop complaining, "You can wrestle even when you sit properly. I've convinced you. Don't you know what kind of stool I'm holding? How old is it?"

"Hmm..." Ye Qian replied with a humming, this posture - he was lying on the bed with his legs wide open, Yin Moxiang was squatting to rub the medicine on him, and he kept talking, the hot air from his nose was sprayed on the sensitive thighs , Really... He buried his face in the pillow, exposing a pair of eyes and looking at another pair of amber eyes far away from the bed, feeling inexplicably ashamed.

After they agreed not to keep a cat, they took home the cat they met that night and named it Wanwan, the guy who is staring at him now.

It's also a female cat, but its temperament is far from Bai Xiaomiao's. Maybe it's because of being bullied a lot while wandering outside.

This problem gradually got better, but what puzzled Ye Qian was that it was still extremely afraid of him, even if he fed it by himself, it would hide for several meters before moving over to eat when he walked away. On the contrary, it was very sticky Yin Mo Xiang—Obviously he overcame his fear of cats and approached him, and at the beginning he took a bath and shoveled excrement very diligently. After identification, this is probably a color-controlling/cat.

This guy wouldn't even bark in front of him, no, seeing that he was "stared", he immediately ran out with his head buried in his tail and his tail between his legs.

Ye Qian: ...

But there was an advantage, the cat didn't go to bed, let alone get into the bed casually, which made him very relieved.

Until before going to bed, he was still not very comfortable down there, he was in pain, he spread out on the bed and moaned, Yin Moxiang stood by the bed wiping his hands, looked at him and said: "If you call me again, I will go out to sleep. "

Ye Qian immediately fell silent, staring at him with aggrieved eyes.

"Bear what you asked for." Yin Moxiang lifted the quilt and went to bed, wiped the big treasure on his hand and rubbed it on his face.

Ye Qian's face was deformed by rubbing, and he struggled to say: "But I really hurt, I will definitely scream when I hurt, unless you gag my mouth."

This way of kissing is really not direct at all.

Yin Moxiang looked at the shining eyes in front of him, smiled awkwardly, and bent down to do as he wished.

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Trivial daily life hehe

By the way, do you want to see Qian Qian's sweet daily life after becoming a teacher~