Do you have a scholarly tyranny?

It seems that the problem still lies with Tan Siming himself.

Seeing that Xi Hu was so shocked that he could only shake his head, Wang Qingping said clearly: "The grade group has decided to recommend him to Huada. If you have any problems, please report to the teacher in time.”

Xi Hu silently agreed.

When Wang Qingping left, he covered his face with both hands, and his inner drama was rich and colorful.

Because Tan Siming always likes to turn into a teacher, Xi Hu sometimes feels that his only rival in love is studying.He also thought that if Tan Siming was asked the question "Do you love me or do you love learning", Tan Siming might say "I love you, but I love learning more".

He didn't realize how naive his comparison was, and he was so happy that it would be certified by a third party.

Why is he so cute!

Because of him, he couldn't even study hard!

No, it is wrong to think so!He should think about how not to affect other people's study!

But people just like him!

I like it so much that I can't study hard!

Ah, what a sinful man I am.

He was so absorbed in his thinking that Tan Siming didn't notice it when he came back and sat next to him.

"Are you okay?" Tan Siming's expression recovered, and he couldn't tell that he had started to blush.

Xi Hu was even more excited when he remembered the scene at the beginning.Although Tan Siming is not good at physical contact, but thinking about it carefully, except for some rejections with legitimate reasons, he is almost responsive to his requests.

I can't study hard anymore!

He restrained himself and asked Tan Siming, "Did you Shen Xinghuo get recommended by the school?"

"Yeah, I just found out, I haven't had time to tell you yet."

Thinking of this, Tan Siming looked thoughtful, "I heard that someone wrote an anonymous letter to the Education# Bureau to report, and the school leaders got the news and put pressure on the grade group. This matter is considered complete."

The Municipal #教育# Bureau is notoriously nosy—it doesn’t matter what your teaching progress is, as long as a student reports that the school won’t give you a holiday, the people from the Education# Bureau will definitely come to your door and order you to stop making up classes.But for the students of Yuanxing High School, the Municipal #教育# Bureau is simply a reborn parent. Every time the school has any signs of making up lessons, everyone's first reaction is to find the Education# Bureau.

It is estimated that this time, someone knew that the quota distribution was unfair, and went to report it to the Education # Bureau.

Tan Siming looked at Xi Hu: "Isn't it you who wrote it?"

"So smart," Xi Hu grinned, "It's me."

What he thought was to wait until the matter was finished before telling Tan Siming, and the meeting would be reversed.

"I'm not sure whether the Education Bureau will take care of this matter, and I also wrote a letter to the principal's mailbox, but I didn't expect it to be so effective..."

He stopped suddenly, raised his hand and slapped himself on the forehead.

"Hey! Even if you are anonymous, the grade group will definitely feel that you have nothing to do with it now! Just thinking about getting a quota, without considering the consequences, making a mistake!"

"It's okay. It doesn't matter what they think. It was their problem from the beginning, and it has nothing to do with you and me."

Tan Siming took his hand and stared at him closely, with an expression in his eyes that Xi Hu had never seen before——

To describe it, it is a bit like a cheetah seeing its prey, it is focused, sharp and fierce to hunt and kill.

Xi Hu's heart beat faster, his hand was still in the other's hand, and he wanted to withdraw it.

But he was caught terribly——Tan Siming didn't let go in a daze.

"Hey, I just wrote a letter, don't look at me like that,"

Xi Hu simply brought Tan Siming's hand over and kissed it, "I'll think you're going to agree with me if you're like this."

He said it frivolously, but he didn't really expect anything, it was just a joke.

Then he said casually: "If you want to be so moved, please reward me?"

"What reward do you want?"

"whatever?"

"Correct."

Tan Siming really agreed.He answered quickly, without any hesitation.

The word "Fuck" in capital letters floated across Xi Hu's heart.

Tan Siming knew what was going on in his mind every day, so now it means that he acquiesced to do whatever he wants, right?

Isn't this a fucking promise?

I feel that I am sorry for others' intentions if I don't take the opportunity to do something at this time.

Soon, he couldn't bear it anymore.

The class meeting was over, and a group of people in the classroom were copying tonight's homework assignments at the blackboard, and no one paid attention to them.Xi Hu directly pulled Tan Siming up from his seat, dragged him to the broom closet at the end of the classroom, and closed the door.

The broom room is not very spacious, most of the space is occupied by brooms and buckets.The light was dim, and the two were huddled on the side near the door, unable to see each other's faces clearly.

Xi Hu pressed on Tan Siming's body, pushing him back with his legs.

Tan Siming heard his suppressed breathing, was burned by the scorching temperature of his skin, and felt something pressing against her lower body.Unknowingly, he was also moving backwards, thinking that Xi Hu was about to pounce on him.

"How did you get hard so fast..." The voice in the darkness was a little unsteady.

"For you, there is no way."

Xi Hu locked the door and turned on the light on the wall.

I thought, fortunately, Tan Siming is only afraid of the dark, not claustrophobic.

It was brightly lit in the broom room, and more than half of the ambiguity in the narrow space dissipated.

Xi Hu blinked: Tan Siming pressed his back stiffly against the door panel, as if he was guessing what bad thing he was going to do next.

Seeing how nervous this person is, could it be that the previous "can't help it" was the maximum limit?Xi Hu took a deep breath, and touched Tan Siming's face with one hand: "Don't worry, it's just a small reward, I just—"

I want to take your clothes off.

Want to kiss all over your body.

Want to make #love with you.

There are too many things I want to do to you.

In the end, however, he just pointed his other finger at his neck.

"—I want to grow strawberries here with you."

"What is a strawberry?"

"It's the kiss#mark,"

Tan Siming really didn't understand, Xi Hu patiently explained, and then comforted, "If you don't want to, I won't do it."

Tan Siming still didn't seem to relax, but nodded in agreement.

"can."

"..."

Xi Hu couldn't say anything—his mouth had been used for other purposes. He took a step forward and took Tan Siming into his arms. Licking and biting the man's lips.

He picked him up in the air, Tan Siming lowered his head, and was pressed against the door by him.

While kissing, she put Tan Siming's hand on her shoulder.

The tip of their noses rubbed against each other, and they kissed deeply.

After waiting for a while, Xi Hu moved his head down to near Tan Siming's neck.

Tan Siming's neck was so thin and delicate that when he got close, he could smell the faint fragrance of the familiar shower gel.

With such tender skin, if you suck it lightly, will the marks come out?

It's going to be light pink, and it's going to be absolutely lovely.

His lips were about to touch that part of the white skin, and he was about to leave his own mark when he suddenly thought, what would Tan Siming say if this really made a hickey and was seen by others?

So, he released Tan Siming with both hands, and gently put him on the ground.

"You're too white, and they will definitely see it and ask you questions. Forget it."

In fact, Xi Hu was still a little bit reluctant, and he still pretended to have nothing to say.Tan Siming's hands were still wrapped around his neck, and he was about to be taken off——

Suddenly, his neck was hugged even tighter. It was Tan Siming who came closer, raised his head, and kissed him.

Everything happened so fast, Xi Hu took a step back, not knowing why.

After that is the broom next to the wall, which cannot be returned.

"Are you okay?"

Tan Siming stared at Xi Hu for a few seconds, and kissed Xi Hu's neck after asking whether he understood or not.

The two soft petals opened slightly, sticking to his neck, kissing intermittently.I can feel that this person is inexperienced, so light that he seems to be scratching an itch, and he is not proficient in breathing.

But even so, from the spiritual level alone, Xi Hu was greatly pleased.

He vaguely thought: Why is Tan Siming so active today...

The author has something to say:

In fact, I don't want to write too much non-plot drama... But our girl Gong likes to think too much 2333