Little crying bag sticks to the dead enemy

A few teenagers in the hotpot restaurant leaned forward and backward with laughter. The other customers were attracted by their movements and all looked over. Most of them were from the No. [-] Middle School. A few recognized the school girl and even raised their mobile phones to take pictures.

Yu Jingyu covered his face, "It's ok, there are so many people, save me some face."

The eyes of several people looking at Yu Jingyu changed. Is this the noble and elegant piano prince they were described as?Is it their humble and polite school grass?

"So the school grass and the young master are both so coquettish hahahahaha..." The sports committee cupped their hands at Yu Jingyu and Qiao Fan, "I'm willing to bow down!"

The other students also followed suit: "I lost!"

Qiao Fan's face was flushed with embarrassment. The scene was already shameful enough, but Qiao Fan had a flash of inspiration, remembering how he mocked Yu Jingyu last night for wanting to compare his drinking capacity with him.

Ahhh, my face is going to explode! !

Yu Jingyu was also embarrassed at first, but seeing Qiao Fan almost getting under the table, he felt inexplicably happy.

He said: "Okay, okay, don't allow others to go crazy with alcohol, it's over."

Zhao Minglei haha: "The school grass said that it is possible not to turn over the chapter?"

Everyone haha: "Turn over! You must turn over! If you don't turn over, I will slap your face hahaha!"

Yu Jingyu: "..."

Qiao Fan: "..."

It was already 06:30 after the meal, and everyone was going to go back to the dormitory, put away their schoolbags, and rest for a while before going to the classroom.

Along the way, Qiao Fan acted like a thief, hunched over, looking left and right.

"Hi!"

A hand slapped Qiao Fan's shoulder fiercely, Qiao Fan was startled, turned around and glared at the innocent Zhao Minglei and the snickering Yang Qian, "What are you doing?"

"I'm asking you that. What are you doing, peeking at others like a thief." Zhao Minglei stretched out his neck and poked around in a circle. His description was appropriate, but his movements were wretched.

Qiao Fan felt guilty, "Nonsense."

"Fan'er, there is something wrong with you." Yang Qian put Qiao Fan's shoulders on his shoulders, and he and Zhao Minglei watched Qiao Fan from behind for a long time, "Didn't Brother Yu go back to take revenge on you last night?"

Qiao Fan remembered his provocation in KTV last night, and felt like crying, "No, he is actually quite nice, and even helped me buy clothes."

Yang Qian let go, took a few steps back and whispered with Zhao Minglei: "Did you hear that?"

Zhao Minglei smiled at his aunt, "I heard, my Fan'er praised Brother Yu. My God, I'm such a good matchmaker!"

Yang Qian looked disgusted, "You are so beautiful."

A few people didn't stay in the dormitory for a long time and ran to the classroom, because someone yelled in the dormitory, "I didn't write my homework", so the few people who got carried away with their play rushed to the classroom and started writing hard.

Qiao Fan finished his homework yesterday, and now Zhao Minglei came to borrow his homework to copy, and he gave it to him, and told him to remember to hand it in for him.

Then Qiao Fan took out a pen and paper, and began to think about what reason to ask for leave to go back, so that he could go to Lama Temple to see if he could be transformed back.

Qiao Fan wrote very seriously and devotedly, overthrowing and rewriting if the logic is not sufficient, rewriting if the teacher does not have enough reason, not wanting to curse relatives and friends in disguise, and crossing out those that need superb acting skills...

As a result, when the math teacher came in to explain the unfinished part of the previous class, he didn't listen to it, and fell asleep while writing.

Qiao Fan had a dream, dreaming that he was wearing a wedding dress, with long tails spread on the red carpet, pure, beautiful, solemn and sacred.

A pair of flower girls sprinkled petals in front of the sky, and Qiao Fan walked forward step by step in the rising balloon, waiting for his groom.

The groom, Yu Jingyu, was wearing a neat suit, with a red flower on his chest, and his hair was carefully gelled. He looked at Qiao Fan who was walking towards him dotingly, and stretched out his hand to him.

Qiao Fan handed him his hand, and asked Yu Jingyu to put a ring on himself under the witness of the pastor.

All the guests stood up and applauded, sending blessings to the couple.

The boy and girl with the flower basket in their hands raised their heads and asked Qiao Fan in a childish voice, "Mom, can I call Uncle Yu Dad now?"

Qiao Fan: "???"

The boy looked at Qiao Fan's stomach, "Mom, when will my brother come out to play with me?"

Qiao Fan looked at his stomach fiercely, only to find that his stomach had bulged out at some point, and it seemed that it had been seven or eight months old.

Qiao Fan looked at Yu Jingyu in horror, "I, I gave birth to a baby? Have I really become a woman?!"

Yu Jingyu put his arms around Qiao Fan's waist, touched Qiao Fan's swollen belly with his hands, and smiled all over his face, "What are you talking about, you are a girl, isn't it normal to have children? Besides, didn't you promise I'm going to give birth to a football team?"

Qiao Fan stuttered in fright, "Football, football team?!"

Yu Jingyu lowered his head and smiled, "Yes, look, the third baby is about to be born."

Qiao Fan followed Yu Jingyu's line of sight, and saw a wrinkled and bloody baby was pulling off his skirt and crawling out with difficulty.

Qiao Fan threw the bouquet and collapsed back, "I won't give birth! I won't give birth!"

"Boom!"

Qiao Fan slammed his head on the desk, sweating profusely. The moment he woke up, Qiao Fan knew that he had just had a nightmare.

However, before he had time to catch his breath, he found that the whole classroom was as quiet as a chicken.

Qiao Fan raised his head, and saw that all the students turned their heads and looked at him incredulously. Even the math teacher on the podium pursed his lips and asked after a while:

"What happened?"

The whole class burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Qiao Fan lowered his head slowly, his cheeks to the tips of his ears were all flushed.

The math teacher adjusted his facial expressions, "It seems that you guys played too crazy on the weekend, and you can sleep in the first night of self-study. Go, Qiao Fan and Yu Jingyu, you two go out and stand and enjoy the wind. When do you feel that you are not sleepy anymore? When will you come in again?"

As soon as the math teacher finished speaking, Qiao Fan heard the sound of chairs being pulled in the back row. Qiao Fan turned around and saw Yu Jingyu walking out with a grim expression. Qiao Fan also hurriedly followed.

In the classroom, the students laughed for another round before gradually quieting down.

In the corridor, Qiao Fan glanced at Yu Jingyu who was standing upright against the wall, and also stood over. Before he asked why he was caught, Yu Jingyu spoke first:

"What happened?"

Qiao Fan: "..."

Yu Jingyu looked at him and asked again, "What happened?"

Qiao Fan felt that his face was going to burn, he opened his mouth, and finally broke the jar, "I dreamed that I gave birth to your child!"

Yu Jingyu was shocked, he didn't expect such an answer at all, and there was obvious surprise in his voice, "My child was born?!"

Qiao Fan lowered his head, depressed, "Yeah, I'm still married to you, the kind of marriage with a child."

As he spoke, he stretched out his index finger and poked his chest, and said aggrievedly, "You are so uneasy and kind, you actually want me to have a football team! You scared me to death!"

Yu Jingyu: “……………………………”

Qiao Fan rubbed his eyes, looked up at Yu Jingyu, "Are you asleep too?"

Yu Jingyu looked at Qiao Fan's flushed eyebrows, turned his face away, "Well, I had a nightmare."

Qiao Fan was dissatisfied, "Can my dreams still be scary?"

Yu Jingyu didn't answer, I'm afraid that speaking out will scare you to death.

The two of them didn't enter the classroom until the end of get out of class, and as soon as they entered, Zhao Minglei pounced on him, and asked Qiao Fan meanly if he dreamed that he became a woman and gave birth to a child.

Qiao Fan was surprised: "How do you know!?"

The students who heard Qiao Fan's words burst out laughing again.

Qiao Fan returned to his seat in a panic, his face turned pale.

Yu Jingyu couldn't see it, and kicked the chair in the front row.

Qiao Fan lowered his head and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Yu Jingyu looked at a fool: "You don't think they will find out the changes in your body from your dreams, do you?"

Qiao Fan: "..."

He really thought that way, he always felt that everyone had discovered his secret.

Qiao Fan patted his face, opened the unfinished leave note in the book, and still couldn't figure out the reason after writing for a long time.

When his brother accompanied him to school, he went to the office specially, and he didn't know what he did. Anyway, the teacher was very concerned about him, and his brother would know what happened to him when he turned around.

No matter what reason he looks for, his brother will see through.

Hey, so annoying!

Qiao Fan simply stopped writing, lying on the table and poking at the draft book, poking Qiao Fan suddenly sat up straight, took out his phone and checked, and it turned out that June 6th was the Dragon Boat Festival.

The Dragon Boat Festival will definitely be a holiday, today is June 6, just wait for another four days.

At 45:[-], the last evening self-study session, a group of people rushed back to the dormitory, took the clothes and toiletries they had prepared, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Qiao Fan followed behind, and when he heard Yang Qian calling him, he waved his hand, "I've washed you, go quickly."

Yang Qian: "You smell like hot pot, are you sure you don't wash it?"

Qiao Fan chased away flies: "No wash, no wash."

Yang Qian left, Qiao Fan was the only one left in the dormitory, Qiao Fan hurriedly took a basin to get a basin of water, returned to the dormitory and wiped his body with a towel like a thief, and told him not to take a bath because of the smell of hot pot. I can't help it, but his current physical condition absolutely cannot take a bath with others.

Qiao Fan wiped his body with his eyes closed. He also took a shower in the hotel quickly today. It's not that he's not curious about those two things on his chest, but it's really annoying when they grow on his body. He could sit here and cry all night just thinking about it.

Today is the weekend, I just got the holiday, and there are not as many people taking a bath as usual, so everyone washed up quickly.

Qiao Fan hurriedly brushed his toothbrush, washed his face, and lay down on the bed, turned on the air conditioner, hugged his air conditioner and was wrapped tightly around himself.

The dormitories in No. [-] Middle School are all four-person rooms, with bunk beds on the left and desk + wardrobe on the right.

Yu Jingyu was Qiao Fan's upper berth, and when he climbed down from the upper berth early in the morning, he saw Qiao Fan on the lower berth wrapped himself tightly in the quilt.

The lights in the dormitory are turned off on time at 6:7.8 every night, and the air conditioner is turned off after an hour. Although the weather in June is not as hot as July and August, Zhongshan City is known as the "Fire City", and boys are afraid of heat , It would be nice not to be shirtless at night.

Yu Jingyu naturally understood the reason why Qiao Fan blindfolded him, but the other two didn't know. After being called out by Yu Jingyu, Yang Qian lay down in front of Qiao Fan's bed and asked earnestly, "Fan'er, what's wrong with you?"