wool comes from wolves

Mao Xiaochuan walked out of the office door and stared blankly at the sky.He didn't know exactly what Yuan Xin wanted to do to him, but one thing was certain, that was that Huo definitely didn't come here specially to apologize to the teacher, and in all likelihood, he came here for himself.

Mao Xiaochuan did not deviate from what he expected, and Yuan Xin was indeed here for him.

Therefore, when a powerful hand behind him grabbed his back collar and dragged him to a place where a dog's nose could not smell the smell, Mao Xiaochuan didn't show much surprise, he just didn't expect Yuan Xin's speed is so fast, he has just been out of the office for a short time, and he has not yet considered where he should go after connecting.

"What are you doing?" Although Mao Xiaochuan was timid, he still bit the bullet and growled. He shook his shoulder twice but failed to do so.

"You let go..." Mao Xiaochuan blushed anxiously.

Without saying a word, Yuan Xin kicked open a door, and then pushed the person in.Mao Xiaochuan couldn't stand firmly on his feet, and sat down on the ground.With a shrunken face, he slowly got up from the ground while touching his buttocks with one hand and propping up with the other, and dazedly looked at the room where the crime was being committed, which was an abandoned painting classroom.The ceiling is covered with cobwebs, the sketches on the wall have long been covered with thick dust, and the broken tables and stools are all piled up in the corners.

"What exactly do you want?" Mao Xiaochuan knew that at present, it was really not working every day, and the ground was not working.

"..." Yuan Xin didn't speak, he stood motionless in front of Mao Xiaochuan, lowered his head, looked at the curled hair on Mao Xiaochuan's head with good eyes, and watched Mao Xiaochuan slowly walk from Getting up on the ground, he looked at Mao Xiaochuan's wrinkled face.The eyes, which were always cold enough to freeze a wolf to death, were actually covered with a warm net.

However, Mao Xiaochuan did not have the opportunity to see such a pair of eyes. It is already very good that he can find a little bit of self-help consciousness from the fright. All he can think about now is that if Yuan Xin wants to beat him here, what will he do? What kind of response should be made to minimize the damage to oneself.

If Yuan Xin didn't speak, Mao Xiaochuan didn't dare to speak rashly.There is a trace of intriguing thing called silence in the air. A broken window on the wall of the abandoned classroom can still reflect the light of the setting sun. This light shines on this classroom with youthful and beautiful On the face of the person, the two figures that are very close together are stretched very long.

"I have something to inform you!" Yuan Xin's cold voice suddenly resounded throughout the classroom, startling Mao Xiaochuan who was already immersed in his own thoughts.

"Wh...what's the matter?" Mao Xiaochuan raised his head abruptly, stared straight at the overpowering boy who was half a head taller than himself, and asked stammeringly.

"Pack up your schoolbag and everything!" Yuan Xin continued.

"Why?" Mao Xiaochuan's eyes widened, and a thought that he had expected but didn't expect to come so soon came to his mind.Could it be that he will be fired so soon?The English teacher already knows it, which means that all the teachers will know it soon.But, but...

"What do you think!" Yuan Xin looked at his wide open misty eyes, but his expression and tone were surprisingly calm.

"What does this have to do with you?" Mao Xiaochuan finally couldn't help it anymore, he roared, and slammed his fists at Yuan Xin's pretty face. What needs to be done carefully?From the moment he caught stealing the mobile phone that day, it seemed that everything had become a foregone conclusion.

"Is there something to do with you? What kind of onion are you? Why do you come to me when you are a chivalrous hero and a hero..."

Yuan Xin deftly tilted his head and dodged his attack.

Mao Xiaochuan turned and grinned at Yuan Xin's body again. He was angry and aggrieved, wishing he could smash to death the boy in front of him who pretended to be cool but actually hated dead people.After Yuan Xin let him beat him a few times, he suddenly grabbed both of his hands, and slammed him against the wall, leaning against him forcefully, with the other hand grabbing the wool roll on his head, and said in a low voice , "Of course it's related, because you stole my things!"

Mao Xiaochuan's tears mixed with snot covered half of his face, he flicked his hair desperately trying to shake off Yuan Xin's hand holding his head, but failed, he opened his mouth and started yelling again, "Didn't you just steal your watch?" Why don't you do it so badly?"

"Yes, I like to do things to the extreme, and there is no way out of doing things!" Yuan Xin replied more simply, his hand slowly slid along the top of Mao Xiaochuan's head to his face, and with two slender and powerful He squeezed the little face under his hand hard with his fingers, and his voice became even deeper and hoarse.

"It's only your fault that you don't consider the consequences when you do things, and your clumsy hands leave a clue! You can only blame yourself, you know?"

"I'm sick!" Mao Xiaochuan stared at him, the teeth in his mouth were rattling.

Yuan Xin didn't make a sound, his fingers moved slowly, from pinching Mao Xiaochuan's cheeks to the corners of his eyes, his movements were resolute yet gently wiped away the snot and tears on Mao Xiaochuan's face, bit by bit Wipe it off, and wipe it on Mao Xiaochuan's uniform jacket little by little.

For Mao Xiaochuan's glaring, Yuan Xin could do nothing about it.He was just doing what he was doing as if no one else was around, as if he was cleaning one of his collections.When the work came to an end, he bent down, leaned close to Mao Xiaochuan's ear, and breathed softly.

Mao Xiaochuan couldn't stand such teasing, he shrunk his neck, tried his best to endure the hot breath coming from his ears, and then a light word followed the breath that made people grind his teeth,

"As long as you obey me obediently, I can let you stay in school safely, and no one will know that you have stolen anything!"

"What?" Mao Xiaochuan's shivering ears stopped itching in an instant. He turned his eyes and looked up at the enlarged handsome face in front of him. The man's sharp eyes were looking at him firmly. It seemed, Doesn't seem like a lie.

"You heard me right!" Yuan Xin reminded him kindly as if he had seen his inner thoughts.

Mao Xiaochuan's brain, which only had hatred left, slowly began to function. What did Yuan Xin say?He seems to be saying that as long as he obeys him obediently, he can let himself stay in school safely, and he will never tell others, right?Is that so, did he hear correctly?

"What do you want me to hear from you...?" Mao Xiaochuan sobbed, his stuck brain was able to buffer normally.

A smile seemed to flash across Yuan Xin's cold, handsome face, which was usually expressionless. He let go of Mao Xiaochuan's two hands that had been holding him all the time, "It's very simple, we will never violate the law or the school rules!"

"Really?" Mao Xiaochuan bit his lip and glanced at him sideways, as if he still had doubts about what he said, so he thought for a while and asked, "Then why did you ask me to pack my schoolbag just now?"

"You don't pack your schoolbag, how come you come to sit at the same table with me?" Yuan Xin asked him patiently.

"At the same table?" Mao Xiaochuan repeated the word, opened his mouth and asked, "You want me to be your table at the same table? What about my table at the same table?"

"I don't care about that!" Yuan Xin finally let go of him, and stretched out his slender and strong arms to help him tidy up his already messy collar, combed his shaggy hair a few times, and pulled him. Shoulder to the outside of the classroom.

Mao Xiaochuan was staggered by him, but he didn't fall down, "Why did you do this? I don't believe you have such a good heart. You might as well just tell me what your plan is!"

"..." Yuan Xin ignored him, but his pace obviously slowed down.

"You..." Mao Xiaochuan wanted to scold him, but he opened his mouth and didn't dare to scold him, so he obediently followed him out of the abandoned painting classroom.

Mao Xiaochuan felt a little more comfortable with his ups and downs. He didn't quite believe what Yuan Xin said, but there was no other way right now.Who can't control his own hands?He squeezed his fist hard, thinking that if he steals again next time, he will chop off this evil right hand...

Yuan Xin walked very smoothly, he had caught sight of Mao Xiaochuan's little movements out of the corner of his eye, and he was like a mirror for Mao Xiaochuan's mental activities at this moment.

In fact, from the beginning of class in the morning, Mao Xiaochuan's tired face, blue eyes, and listless expression could not escape his eyes.

However, what he wants is far more than Mao Xiaochuan's fear of him, not this kind of psychological torture, nor his luck, or even his gratitude and submission to him.He is like a wolf that has been guarding its prey for a long time. He wants to use various conditions to defeat the psychological defense of small prey. He likes this hunting process very much, but he has put a long line for a long time, so Now it's time to guard the little prey step by step into his cage.

Two figures, one tall and one short, gradually disappeared at the end of the long corridor, and the cool wind blew in through the broken window outside the corridor, and the already dilapidated wooden door of the classroom was opened and closed by the wind , making an old-fashioned 'bang... bang...' crash.

"Deng...deng...deng..." A slow but rhythmic student's leather shoes stepped across the corridor, he stopped for a while in front of the painting classroom, and then walked away at a leisurely pace.

Time did not leave any marks, but a small music classroom in this abandoned teaching building clearly recorded three figures who appeared there almost at the same time on a certain day and time of a certain year .

The author has something to say: the weather is too hot, I really don’t want to do anything!Too low, too low, too low...