Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

"Why are you calling me here now?"

Jian Ze'an was puzzled.

Seeing that the lunch break was coming to an end and the first class in the afternoon was about to start, I suddenly received a message from Cheng Zichen asking him to come to the lounge next to the chemistry laboratory where they usually tutored.

It's not Friday night, it's not the time for tutoring.

If there is something else, why don't you say it on your phone?

Cheng Zichen followed behind him, closed the door of the lounge, and took out a small stack of things from the schoolbag he was carrying:

"Take off your coat, and put some warm stickers on you."

Jian Ze'an looked at his hand in astonishment, and it really was a few warm stickers packed in bright colors.

"You—how did you have this? No, why did you ask me to post this?"

"Because I heard you have a cold."

Cheng Zichen read the hot post on the forum, saying that Jian Ze'an had a cold, so Lin Xiao specially brought him hot drinks.He didn't want Jian Ze'an to see that post. Although it was possible that Jian Ze'an would read it himself, at least not mentioning it would make him pay less attention to that post.

"Don't want the temperature again for the sake of demeanor?" Cheng Zichen glanced at the zipper of the school uniform jacket with short hair and the exposed neck and wrists, "I catch a cold every winter."

"It's too bulky to move around." Jian Ze'an muttered and argued.

"Then put the warm patch on." Cheng Zichen reached out and grabbed Jian Ze'an's hand, frowning, "It's so cold."

"I washed my hands just now." Jian Ze'an withdrew his hand.

But Cheng Zichen obviously didn't believe him, and stretched out his hand to drag him onto the sofa in the cubicle.

"The coat is off, I'll stick it on for you."

"Are you kidding? Girls use this kind of thing." Jian Ze'an strongly objected.

It was so weird that he posted it.

"Who told you it's only for girls?"

Cheng Zichen didn't allow any further explanation, and pushed him on the sofa.

"I asked for leave at noon and went out of school to buy it for you. Don't waste it."

Jian Ze'an was touched for a moment, and then he was puzzled: "Can you leave the school at noon?"

Except during the monthly exam period, students are allowed to go out because the end time of the exams of each grade is the same, and there is no way to eat at the wrong peak. No. [-] Middle School does not allow lunch to eat, and the most is to order takeaway at the door.

Cheng Zichen didn't even move his eyelids: "I can."

Jian Ze'an had nothing to say.

Who said this is the big baby of No. [-] Middle School.

He was pushed to sit on the sofa, but he still dawdled and refused to take off his school uniform jacket.

Cheng Zichen glanced at him, didn't try to persuade him anymore, and reached out to pull the zipper of Jian Ze'an's school uniform.

Jian Ze'an remembered that Lin Xiao also reached out his hand directly in the morning, and gritted his teeth angrily: Why are one or two so arbitrary?

Instead, he became stubborn and stretched out his hand to pull the zipper in the opposite direction.

"Don't make trouble, you will be interrupted again."

Cheng Zichen easily grasped his two wrists with one hand and pressed them down, while the other hand pulled the zipper down.

At this moment, Jian Ze'an is no longer simply unwilling to put on warm stickers, but in the interaction of pulling and blocking, a sense of playfulness gradually emerges.

He couldn't get rid of Cheng Zichen's hand with both hands, and the school uniform jacket was pulled away, so he deliberately used his fingers to pick up the thin cashmere sweater he was wearing inside, wrinkling it, so that Cheng Zichen couldn't keep the warm Stick it flat on top.

"Don't make trouble."

Cheng Zichen couldn't help but smile.

The man with his wrists clenched was chrysalis on the sofa like a fat silkworm, unable to move his arms, twisting his upper body in vain, with a deliberate and sly smile on his face.

Cheng Zichen looked at him, obviously it wasn't a fun thing at first, but looking at this cheerful face that seemed to be very funny, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve.

It was rare for him to respond with a childlike innocence, reaching out to grab the hem of Jian Ze'an's clothes, trying to straighten it.Jian Ze'an squirmed again to wrinkle the cashmere sweater, and Cheng Zichen smoothed it out with his free hand.

You came and I went back and forth for several rounds, it was unbelievably childish, neither of them could hold back, their smiles grew bigger and bigger.

A large piece of the cashmere sweater rubbed up between the pulls, exposing the boy's almost milky white belly.Jian Ze'an has a small frame, and his waist can be called slender for a boy of his height.He usually plays a lot of sports like basketball, and there are faint lines of abdominal muscles on his abdomen.It's not the obvious level of six or eight dollars that can only be achieved by fitness experts, but just shallow ravines that outline the traces of muscles.

Cheng Zichen stretched out his hand to flatten his cashmere sweater, and inadvertently rubbed his hand against the boy's smooth and supple abdomen.

The touch made him slightly startled, and before he could react, a series of laughter erupted from the person who was already lying on the sofa, his nose wrinkled, his neck shrunk and he twisted his body to hide, his smiling eyes curled up. The curled eyelashes trembled and trembled:

"Hahaha... Zichen, itchy!"

Jian Ze'an laughed and dodged.

He raised his eyelashes and looked up at the person above.

He was very ticklish, and laughed a little too much, even a little physiological tears welled up in his eyes, which reflected like two black pearls raised in mercury, bright and moist.

Cheng Zichen originally wanted to say something, but when he lowered his head and saw his tearful eyes, he was suddenly speechless.

Many times people are always struck by something in their hearts at a certain moment.

Cheng Zichen is at this moment.

He seemed to suddenly realize that the person he liked was lying under him during the play, the school uniform jacket was opened wide, and the cashmere sweater inside was lifted between the chest and abdomen under the toss of the two, wrinkled and soft.

Outside the small square window behind the boy's head, the sun was so dazzling that it overexposed everything, and the dust suspended in the air rose and fell.

The sun fell on the young man's face, casting dazzling spots of light, and saw the beautiful water in his eyes.There were traces of the unfinished laugh on his face, and the corners of his eyes and cheeks were crimson from the presumptuous laugh.The slenderness of his exposed abdomen and the smoothness of his waistline belonged to a teenager, not too soft like a girl, but not as strong as an adult strong man, but flexible and slender in between.

At this moment, Cheng Zichen was suddenly aroused with a strong desire.

Young people's impulses always come quickly and without reason.

Just a look, a touch of fingertips can ignite a raging fire.

Not to mention, his favorite person was lying there on his back, looking at him.

Cheng Zichen felt the change in himself.He cursed silently on the tip of his tongue, realizing that the other party could easily spot his strangeness in such a posture.

He immediately let go of Jian Ze'an's wrist, which was still clenched, and with the other hand, he pulled down the boy's rolled up sweater, covering his beautiful waist.

"Anyway—if you don't want your cold to get worse, put it on yourself. No one will tell."

He spoke hastily, and ended the slapstick that was obviously cheerful just now.

There was a little bewilderment in Jian Ze'an's still smiling eyes, followed by an accident.

It seemed that he didn't understand why Cheng Zichen would forcefully end this matter so bluntly.

Cheng Zichen didn't dare to look at him at all, he was afraid that if he looked at him one more time, he wouldn't be able to control himself and didn't want to leave.

Just now because of the banter between the two, Jian Zean was lying on his back on the sofa, while he was standing next to the sofa with one leg, and the other leg unconsciously bent up to support the inside of the sofa on the other side of Jian Zean's legs.In such a posture, the fabric of the trousers is stretched, which will only make it more difficult to hide.

Cheng Zichen had no choice but to take a deep breath, tried his best to retract his abdomen, and wanted to put his legs away and stand up.

Unexpectedly, Jian Ze'an also happened to want to twitch his legs and turn over and get off the sofa.

The two moved at the same time, Jian Ze'an bent his legs ready to exert strength, and the knees precisely touched between the opponent's legs.

Cheng Zichen's expression changed instantly!

It's not painful.

Jian Ze'an's purpose was to retract his legs, then turn over and leave the sofa, so the direction of force was not vertically upward, so it was really just touching.

but……

With this touch, a young man's body, which was already on the verge of touching, instantly started a prairie fire!

Two... How could Jian Ze'an not feel such an obvious change?

Cheng Zichen almost developed his reflexes to the extreme, and instantly pulled his legs away from the sofa and stood firm!

His heart was clamoring, and for a moment, he felt a rare panic, ups and downs.

The boy on the sofa was still lying on his back, with a deep daze and confusion on his face.

Cheng Zichen was so familiar with him that he could almost disassemble his expressions frame by frame and read the changes in his mind.

Jian Ze'an didn't recall it, and vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he hadn't realized what was wrong yet.

His mind was like a cassette, and he was thinking about it bit by bit, but finally figured it out, and the emotions on his face changed like a lantern, first stunned, then surprised, then bewildered, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

——Then his eyes, which were empty because of thinking, focused instantly, moved down, and fell three inches below Cheng Zichen's navel.

Cheng Zichen's body was still honestly agitated.

The moment Jian Ze'an's gaze fell brightly, he almost had an urge to run away.

If it wasn't for his consistent mature personality and years of self-cultivation that prevented him from doing such a thing, he would probably just run away in despair.

But even if he didn't, when he felt Jian Ze'an's stunned and shocked eyes moved up to his face again, he could no longer face his boy like this.

... what can I say?

Said that my affection for you is far from a friend?but like?

It's not too pure to say that my liking for you is not limited to the soul?

Cheng Zichen had typed thousands of drafts in his mind, planned occasions accurate to the time and place, simulated countless times the sequence of words, changes in expressions, and guessed Jian Ze'an's possible reactions many times...

But at this moment, all plans collapsed.

It is neither a sure hit in the excitement of liberation after the college entrance examination.

Nor is it the persuasion of the two of them alone after their birthday.

It's not a subtle influence after going to college.

Too late to lay the groundwork.

There is no layout.

There are no suitable words.

I didn't analyze the feelings in my heart slowly, and I didn't have time to share my plans for the future with him.

The love he hides in his heart is not as good as showing it slowly in a warm or romantic gesture, and the way he thought of to impress the other party has not unfolded at all...

Just like that, suddenly exposed in the most straightforward, naked, or even the most primitive, animal-sexual way!

Cheng Zichen had a rare feeling of collapse in his chaotic thoughts.

He almost desperately thought, would Ze'an suspect that I was just greedy for his body?

Jian Ze'an stared at him.

His degree of confusion was no less than that of Cheng Zichen.

He is also a boy, so he naturally understands what happened to the other party.

Followed by unbelievable.

……is it possible?

Zichen?

Zichen had this... reaction to him?

No, no, there must be a mistake.

Sometimes the exercise is intense, and I can stand up when I hit a ball.

It's just that when you made a fuss just now, you moved too much, right?It will never be because of myself.

How could it be possible for Zichen.

he should like...

Thinking of this, Jian Ze'an paused.

According to that dream, Cheng Zichen seems to like Xia Heran.But Xia Heran was able to confess to himself, and it seemed that the plot was unreliable.

But Jian Ze'an still couldn't believe it.

He laughed subconsciously and laughed haha: "Cough, well, I understand, I understand everything. The physiology class also taught that this age is full of blood, and the two of us had a fight just now, and the movements were a little too big. Sometimes I also..."

"No."

"what?"

"No." Cheng Zichen took a deep breath.

Although it was an accident.

Although not at all planned.

However, he has already been noticed that something is wrong, so he can't lie.

If he was fooling around now, Jian Ze'an thought he was thinking too much, and he had no other feelings for him, even if he gradually paved the way for hints in the future, it might be ignored.

Cheng Zichen felt a little pressured by Xia Heran's confession to Jian Ze'an before.

His Ze'an is so good, he will notice him, not only himself.

If there is no one else, Cheng Zichen can be persuasive, subtle, and step by step.

But now he has a sense of urgency.

Now this situation...

It was an accident.He was embarrassed and confused, but he no longer wanted to hide.

"Sorry. It's hard for me to control my... longing for you in your presence."

作者有话要说：噫。程神到底是程神咳……感谢在2020-10-1220:21:15~2020-10-1322:07:57期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Wan Hai; 1 bottle of Xin Ruo Xing Dust;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!