lame brain

"Please cover the pen cap when turning the pen"

1.

Jiang Yeqing never dreamed that his pen would fly out while spinning.

And fortunately, it landed on the body of the well-known cleanliness college bully in the medical department next to him, and drew a perfect curve on his white shirt.

Jiang Yeqing froze even his body and head, his sinful paws froze in mid-air, and he still maintained the gesture of turning the pen.

God knows, he has actually been paying attention to this top student for a long time, and has been eyeing him since he first entered school.

Who makes people look too much for him.

It's just that I haven't found the time to strike up a conversation... However, if the college bully who has to be the first to button up this abstinence button strikes up a conversation, he will definitely be stabbed to death by a knife in the eye and frozen to death by the air conditioning, right?

Jiang Yeqing: In fact, he has always wanted to ask, is it really not so tight that it is difficult to breathe when the first button is buttoned?

Looking at his calm and fair face, he probably thought too much.

The little virgin who has just faced up to his sexuality is very troubled.

The one he caught on at a glance is too capable, occupying the circle of bullies in the school, and he is a completely different world from a scumbag like him!

This made him feel very bitter.

In general university classrooms, there is a clear distinction between the two. The first few rows are contracted by the bullies who want to study and interact with the teachers, and the back is a paradise for the scumbags to play mobile phones and pads and sleep on their stomachs.

On this day, when Jiang Yeqing, who had been secretly eyeing this beautiful beauty for a long time, walked into the classroom stepping on the bell, he stared at the straight back sitting in the second row, which was the best place to communicate with the lecturer. , just walked over there by a strange coincidence.

It was too late when his brain calmed down, and under the dumbstruck eyes of everyone, he sat down next to Fang Weiming.

Jiang Yeqing: ...

It must be that man's white shirt is too dazzling!

At that moment, Erhuo Jiang's brain was blank, and he could only smell the faint smell coming from the side, um, not like shampoo, not like perfume, not like soap... Could it be? Is it deodorant? ? ?

How could body fragrance smell so good... Well, Jiang Yeqing, who was infatuated with beauty, was hopeless.

With a wooden face, he stuffed the empty schoolbag into the belly of the desk.

Originally, this class was the first big one. If he didn't want to meet this person, he would have been lying on the bed in the dormitory so long that he could snore.

Jiang Yeqing took out the only pencil case in his bag to put on a show.

As soon as he touched the pencil case, a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in his mind.

Although he is a scumbag, he has a skill that is particularly good since he was a child - that's right, it is pen turning!

In front of the school bully next to him, he had to show off.

Thinking about it, Jiang Yeqing naturally took out one of the most beautiful fountain pens in his pen bag, moved his fingers, and turned around with his arms loose.

Jiang Erhuo, who turned into a peacock with a screen: The schoolmaster next to him, look, look, look!look at me!The fancy pen here is awesome!Much more exciting than that bad old man on the podium!

It's a pity that Fang Weiming next to him remained motionless, staring straight at the bad old man, as if a flower had bloomed on the old man's face.

The enthusiastic Jiang Yeqing: ...

It seems that the extravagant expectation that the other party will admire one's pen-turning skills at a glance, and then adore oneself, and finally turn into obsession... really does not exist!

Jiang Yeqing: My mother's heart is blocked.

Frustrated, the pen in a distracted hand flew out uncontrollably.

Landing on Xueba's sleeve leaves a perfect pen line.

"..." Jiang Yeqing swallowed nervously, he was too scared to speak to his male god at all.

This time Fang Weiming finally turned his head to look at him slightly this time, then looked at his stained white sleeves, and bent down towards him amidst Jiang Yeqing's heartbeat that sounded like an explosion.

Jiang Yeqing: What is he going to do?Is this action impossible...

Before the yellow waste in his mind showed any clues, he straightened up and put a fountain pen on his desk. He took a closer look to see if it was the best purple pen in his pencil case.

"Please put the cap on when turning the pen."

After Xueba said this, he turned his face away again and continued to listen to the class seriously until he grew old.

In slow motion, Jiang Yeqing put the pen whose value had doubled back into his pen bag.

The cold voice of Xueba was cyclical in his mind.

Going crazy.

2.

Fang Weiming has been doing strange movements all day today.

However, due to his high-altitude flower temperament and his unattainable status as a god of learning, others just scratched their heads curiously, and did not dare to ask him why.

Only Fang Weiming knew that he was protecting the ugly ink mark on his sleeve.

He used the key to open the dormitory where he was the only one. Generally, there are four people living in their school dormitory. The single room he lived in was applied for by the school when the semester started.

After Fang Weiming turned on the light, he drew the curtains.

Then he took off the white shirt on his body and changed into another one he wore in the dormitory.

Carefully folded the shirt stained with pen marks, sat in front of the desk and stared at the ugly line for a long time, suddenly he put the neatly folded shirt aside, and lay down on the table .

Fang Weiming looked at his hand that picked up the man's fountain pen, and shook it lightly.

I almost couldn't hold back today, and almost subconsciously smuggled that person's fountain pen back into his sleeve.

He tapped the hand that nearly caused trouble with his other hand, with obvious annoyance on his face.

That person suddenly sat next to him today, frightening him for a whole class and making him stiff.

Hope he doesn't see it.

Fang Weiming has been secretly observing this person for a long time.

He has a hearty smile and is very loyal, so he is very popular. He is very good at playing basketball. When standing on the basketball court, everyone will be attracted to him involuntarily.

Like a sunflower yearning for the sun.

It's completely different from a dark and introverted person like him, like a person from two worlds.

Fang Weiming lowered his eyes and thought.

Not to mention he's still a gay.

I just have to look at him.

Fang Weiming said to himself, just as before.

If he was allowed to touch a point of that person's world, he would no longer be able to restrain himself.

He will keep asking for more and more, so he can't even make friends.

He is very conscious of these things.

3.

However, since that day, this person seems to have taken root around him.

His heart is both happy and melancholy, the happy thing is that he has more contact with the object of his crush, and the sad thing is that he always has to be distracted and restrain himself not to be with this person.

Although he said he wanted to stay away from that person, he also knew that he couldn't do it.

Fang Weiming wanted to get closer to him.

A little closer.

Unexpectedly, this person confessed to him one day.

"I like you." Jiang Yeqing saw him staring at him slightly, and looked away uncomfortably, "This is what I thought before."

Fang Weiming: ...before?

"The more I get in touch with you now, the more I like you, the more I like you. These likes have accumulated to a certain extent...so now I don't 'like you', but 'love you'." Jiang Yeqing seriously analyzed himself recent thoughts.

He scratched his head, "Yes, I'm a gay guy who likes boys, and this boy even pointed out you! I made it clear in advance that if you can't accept it, or if you feel disgusted in your heart, don't say anything to me now, just leave. I won't stop you."

That's what he said, but his tall and burly body blocked the door of the toilet cubicle that was already locked by him even more tightly.

Fang Weiming's blank head just recovered from the shock of one hundred thousand volts, he opened his mouth slightly, and before he could say anything, his mouth was blocked by the person in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Fang Weiming: "Hmm..."

Jiang Yeqing: Don't say it!I don't listen!

Then kiss harder.

At the end of the kiss, Jiang Yeqing became more and more sophisticated, until he kissed the person's legs softly, but that was fine, he scooped up his hand, took it back, changed his position and continued to kiss.

The sour smell of love mixed with the pinkish-yellow bubbles of two people filled the cubicle.

4.

Until later, Jiang Yeqing still didn't believe his words.

Fang Weiming was helpless.

Another problem of Mr. Jiang is that he particularly likes to show his Mr. Fang what he calls a "wonderful" pen-twisting performance.

Probably because of Yixue's shame when he was playing cool back then and ended up throwing the pen on Fang Weiming's sleeve.

One day after a long, long time, this was just to create an atmosphere. In fact, this day was not too long, when they went abroad to register their marriage and were about to move into a new house.

Mr. Jiang discovered Mr. Fang's secret.

A white shirt in very good condition.

When he picked it up, he saw some familiar ink marks on his sleeve.

Mr. Jiang stared for a while, and Mr. Fang opened the door, came in from behind him, asked what was wrong with him, and then saw the shirt in his hand.

You also know what happened afterwards.

Then the newlyweds played a jigsaw puzzle together, with bumps, bumps, bumps, and another position to continue the puzzle, bumps, bumps, bumps, and bumps, and the cycle continued.

You all understand.

The two words "I love you" leaked out of Mr. Fang's mouth during the puzzle.

Mr. Jiang finally believed it.

Or to put it another way, he actually believed in it all the time in his heart.

I love you a little more than you love me.

-THAN-

postscript

The full text is over. This is the first time I wrote about the campus, but I found that the rhythm was not well grasped. Every time I opened the "Brain Lame" document and prepared to code, I started to hold back the words, which was very helpless.

Still, thank you all for being able to see this place, one by one!

Goodbye next book~(￣ε￣*)