Scumbag, he is soft and sweet

When Mi Xun came back, he brought Yu Ji strawberry Daifuku and matcha-flavored Xue Mei Niang. He thought Yu Ji liked sweets.

"Do you still have room for snacks in your stomach?" Mi Xun shook the bag in his hand, leaned close to Yu Ji's ear, and whispered, "I brought you Dafu and Xuemei Niang!"

The warm breath constantly intrudes on Yu Ji's sensitive ear skin. Under the thin skin, there are blood vessels pulsating non-stop. The boiling blood shuttles and flows through the slender blood vessels, causing Yu Ji to shudder.

Without looking in the mirror, Yu Ji could imagine how red his ears would be. He moved his butt outwards calmly, and moved his upper body sideways, trying to save his ears to the safe zone.

"Aren't you on duty?" Seeing that Mi Xun didn't notice his little movements, Yu Ji breathed a sigh of relief silently.

"It's worth it." Mi Xunzheng carefully took out the plastic box containing the dessert, "I didn't buy this, it was a gift from a primary school girl in the radio station." The plastic and the box made a rattling sound when they touched each other.

Tai Weijun's ears were sharp, and when he heard the sound, he immediately got up from the table, looked at the delicious food on Mi Xun's table, and elbowed his deskmate Mi Zhao.

Mi Zhao was wearing earphones and bowing his head to concentrate on playing jungle. Tai Weijun yelled at him, slipped his hand, and gave a big move to his teammates. The next second, he was reported.

"Fuck?!" Mi Zhao scolded her mother silently, and glared at Tai Weijun, wishing to eat him alive.

Tai Weijun pouted his mouth sideways, "Those two eat alone."

Mi Zhao followed Tai Weijun's line of sight and turned his head, just in time to see his brother holding the Q bomb Xue Mei Niang was going to feed Yu Ji, and Yu Ji had a dead face.There seemed to be a trace of resistance in his expression!

In fact, what Yu Ji resisted was Xue Mei Niang's stuffed cream!

I feel so tired just looking at it!

While retreating, Yu Ji pushed Mi Xun away with his hands.

In the middle of self-study in the morning, the classroom was quiet, and Yu Ji still had to speak under his throat, "No need, I won't eat, you can eat." As soon as his hand touched Mi Xun's, he withdrew abruptly. return.

Mi Xun thought that Yu Ji was being shy. After all, Yu Ji was thin-skinned. Sometimes when he was close to him, and occasionally touched his body, Yu Ji would be like a frightened rabbit, blushing, and then flustered. Seriously, he said, "Mi Xun! Stay away from me!"

"Oh, don't be shy. When Tai Weijun and Mi Zhao were my tablemates, I fed them every day." Mi Xun picked up another piece of strawberry Daifuku, like an adult coaxing a child to eat and drink medicine, "Come on , open your mouth, ah~"

Yu Ji was still stubbornly resisting, "I really don't want to eat..."

Mi Xun lowered his eyes, looked at Dafu and Xue Meiniang in his hands, pursed his lips, "...I've been holding this for a long time."

Yu Ji: "..."

"Then I'll eat it myself." After saying that, Yu Ji was about to reach for it, but Mi Xun avoided it, "Your hands are dirty, you've been writing for a day."

"Pay attention to hygiene in winter. Diseases come from the mouth. You know that Mi Zhao had diarrhea a few days ago." Mi Xun held up the dessert and approached Yu Ji's lips, "Open your mouth, I just washed my hands. Ah~ "

The smell of Mi Xun's body lingered in Yu Ji's nostrils, probably because Mi Xun had eaten at the radio station, and the breath was slightly sweet when speaking, and from time to time, the fragrant breath sprayed on his cheeks and neck side intermittently. .

Yu Ji felt that his body was about to explode.

Suppressing the strange feeling in his heart, Yu Ji gave up struggling, closed his eyes as if giving up, and ate half of the strawberry Daifu held by Mi Xun in one gulp.

Strawberry Daifuku is bulging, with large pieces of strawberry pulp wrapped under the crystal glutinous rice skin, which almost breaks through the skin. The slightly sour strawberry taste is neutralized by the sweet red bean filling. The taste is sweet and soft, and Yu Ji barely swallowed it.

Seeing Yu Ji eating, Mi Xun narrowed his eyes with a smile, picked up a piece of matcha Xue Mei Niang and handed it to Yu Ji's mouth.Looking at the genuine cream, Yu Ji closed his eyes and opened his mouth to bite.

The sweetness blooms on the tip of the tongue.

Matcha-flavored Xuemei Niang has a round and full shape, smooth and non-collapsing, soft and elastic ice skin, delicate taste, and a faint fragrance of glutinous rice under the rich matcha fragrance. pearl.

Yu Ji spit out a small piece of soft fingertips in his mouth calmly, thinking, the taste of Xuemei Niang and Dafu is good, sweet but not greasy, cream is the same, it is very rare, of course, I It would be even better if I didn't lick Mi Xun's finger :)

Mi Zhao, who had witnessed the whole process, was panting like a puffer fish, trying to calm down his anger.

Tai Weijun was also very angry, why did he just recite it like that, why didn't he get this treatment when he was Mi Xun's tablemate? !

Mi Xun was the calmest, he didn't react much when someone sucked his finger, he even pinched a piece of Xue Mei Niang himself, the cream flowed out and got on his finger, Mi Xun naturally stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Tai Weijun and Mi Zhao looked at each other in shock.jpg

Yu Ji gasped, his expression was also shocked, not much better than that of Mi Zhao and Tai Weijun, you know, that finger was just spat out by himself a minute ago...

The sound naturally attracted Mi Xun's attention. He tilted his head and glanced at Yu Ji, with a puzzled expression on his face. The bright red tip of his tongue rolled up the cream on his white fingertips, and then disappeared into his pale pink lips.

Yu Ji's expression was blank, after that, he exploded silently again, his face was as red as blood.

"Let your brother be a man." Tai Weijun patted Mi Zhao on the shoulder and said in a deep tone.

Mi Zhao: "..." Hehe :)

On the 21st, the head teacher announced an event - the Huanhai Cultural Festival and the New Year's Day Party.

The cultural festival around the sea has been held for many times, but since the laboratory caught fire on the day of the cultural festival six years ago, the event was ordered to stop by the Education Bureau.

At that time, because of this, Huanhai's selection of key demonstration schools at the district level that year also fell into disarray.This is not over yet, Huanhai was once included in the list of "important inspections". In the annual fire prevention and disaster prevention drills or educational activities, Huanhai is a typical example of being mentioned and repeatedly criticized. It can be called a miserable group.

The original fire incident was actually an accident... Well, no fire in the world was intentional, except for the intentional arson of the newspaper office.

On the day of the cultural festival six years ago, there was a chemical experiment in the chemical laboratory of the experimental building - white phosphorus burning.

At that time, Mi Xun hadn't come to Huanhai, and Mi Funan hadn't paid for Huanhai to expand the campus. Therefore, Huanhai was still a combination of middle and high schools, and the experiment that caused the fire was done by the third-year students. .

The ignition point of red phosphorus is 260 degrees, sublimates at 416 degrees, and its vapor becomes white phosphorus after cooling.

Unlike red phosphorus, which is almost non-toxic, white phosphorus is highly toxic and has a very low flash point.It can burn at about 40 degrees Celsius, but the ignition point is 40 degrees, which does not mean that white phosphorus will not spontaneously ignite when the temperature is below 40 degrees.

The heat generated by friction or slow oxidation may also cause the local temperature of white phosphorus to reach 40 degrees and burn.Therefore, it is very dangerous to be heated, rubbed, and collided with white phosphorus.

These chemistry teachers must have talked about it in class, and before doing the experiment, they will repeat it again and again.

Maybe it was God's will, that day, the chemistry teacher was holding the classmate's homework book, and the chemistry class representative who came to pick her up was in charge of carrying the materials for the chemistry experiment, including white phosphorus.

When I was in junior high school, I didn’t have chemistry until the third grade. The students were very curious. They remembered the chemistry teacher’s instructions, but they always felt that the teacher was exaggerating. Can a little white powder have so much power?

The students didn't believe it, and gathered around to look at the things brought in by the class representatives. Some naughty boys picked up the jars containing white phosphorus and shook them, but nothing happened.

When everyone saw that it was safe, they rushed to shake it, but no one opened the jar. It can be seen that they were not completely disobedient, but naively thought that it was safe to have a layer of protection from the glass bottle...

The chemistry teacher who just went to the bathroom before class was led by the exclamation.

The jar containing the white phosphorus exploded, and the splashed broken glass scratched the faces and hands of several students.

The white phosphorus is flying, and the sparks are also flying.

A female student backed away screaming and knocked over the alcohol lamp in the tray. All the alcohol in the new alcohol lamp was spilled, and a lot of it fell on the burning or unburned white phosphorus. There is no such equipment in the laboratory. Fire extinguisher. When the chemistry teacher organized the students to stay away from the laboratory and fetched the fire extinguisher from the safe passage, the fire in the laboratory could not be extinguished by a small fire extinguisher.

Can only call fire rescue.

That incident caused Principal Huanhai to be criticized by the leaders layer by layer, and then the principal came back to criticize the director, and the director criticized the chemistry teacher again, and was scolded level by level.

The cultural festival lasted for three days, and that day happened to be the last day of the cultural festival. Now, the cultural festival was naturally terminated.

——There was a fire, and the cultural festival is still a fart!

Six years later, through Huanhai's hard work, he has been removed from the blacklist, and this cultural festival was held again this year.

"The theme of this year's cultural festival is [Imagination]." The head teacher wrote these two words on the blackboard.

Ugly, it caused the students below to hold back their laughter.

The class teacher is probably used to being laughed at, "Do you know why I seldom participate in lecture competitions? It's because the writing on the blackboard is ugly. People also have to read the writing on the blackboard in competitions. You are the same. Good handwriting in the college entrance examination will give you some points."

The students in the class roared with laughter, and some pretended to comfort the head teacher, "It's nothing, the teacher's writing on the blackboard is just not so obvious." After the man finished speaking, the students in the class laughed even louder.

"Let's get down to business." The head teacher didn't care too much. He pressed his hands and signaled the students to take it in and listen to him, "The cultural festival will start from next Monday and continue until Wednesday. The main thing is to let you use your imagination to decorate our place. School. Huanhai is preparing to run for the district-level demonstration key school this year."

The bald man raised his hand and asked, "How do you use your imagination to decorate the school? Where is the bottom line?"

The head teacher thought about it and gave an example, "For example, if someone knows how to prune green plants, he can prune the trees and shrubs on our campus to give them a shape."

"Like in "Charlotte Annoyance", Chang Yuan pruned all the green plants in the hotel garden to look like [Mr. Xia]?" Xu Chuanqi turned his pen in his hand, and he didn't care about the chemistry problems, which shows that this cultural festival is very important to him. Appeal.

The cultural festival has been suspended for six years, and it is the first time for these sophomores to catch up with this event, which sounds very interesting.

The students seemed to have thought of something, and they all started chatting in their seats, "Hey, I'm going, is it so exciting to play?"

The head teacher looked at the pair of surprised, excited and expectant eyes, and picked the chalk with his hand, "It's a proper imagination. Even if you really cut the tree, take it easy. The cultural festival is only three days in total, and you still have to go to class." , Just tinkering with self-study between classes, in fact, it can’t cut anything.”

Tai Weijun DuangDuang hammered the table, "We have a lot of people and a lot of strength, so don't worry, teacher! Isn't it!"

The boys in the back row booed and said "yes".

The head teacher who was particularly worried sighed, and finally said, "Don't add too much workload to our school's gardening teachers."

[The author has something to say]: Homeroom teacher: I'm sorry for the gardening teacher, it's me who hurt him QAQ

Opened a new article again, writing all kinds of short stories with small brain holes, not into v, favorite collection (I suggest you save it, and read it after a brain hole is finished, I mean if someone will read it)