Cannon fodder refuses to recycle!

Jian Ze'an sat on the sofa with a completely dull expression.

He thought he must be hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could I hear myself posting such words calmly and self-sufficiently?

The young man sat obediently on the sofa as if he was dead, with his back straight, his eyes wide open unconsciously on his fair face, showing a dazed expression, his lips were slightly parted, and his natural lip color showed a little blush.

Cheng Zichen's eyes deepened.

He called in a low and gentle tone, as if he was afraid of waking someone up:

"Zean."

The person on the sofa didn't move.

Cheng Zichen took a deep breath, approached him slowly, and stretched out his hands to clasp his shoulders.

Jian Ze'an shivered for a while, and finally had a reaction. He raised his head, his eyes wide open, like some kind of fluffy animal cub.

Cheng Zichen lowered his head slowly, and for a moment, Jian Ze'an's mind was in a mess, wondering if he just planned to kiss like this.

But Cheng Zichen didn't.

After all, he is not a person who takes advantage of others' dangers, and he can't do things to take advantage when the other party is not decisive.

Slowly lowering his head, he finally pressed his forehead against Jian Ze'an's.His eyes were deep, and he saw Jian Ze'an's eyes directly.

Captured by his expression, Jian Ze'an subconsciously closed her eyes.

Cheng Zichen smiled lightly, and called him again:

"Zean. I'm serious. - I like you, not as a child, not as a friend. I long to be your most important person, the person who can be closest to you. From soul to body. Sorry, I didn't want to Let you know in this way, but I can't help myself."

Jian Ze'an struggled to sort out the knotted thoughts inch by inch.

Cheng Zichen likes him.

The other party's physical changes... are because of him.

The moment these two logics were judged to be true in the brain, Jian Ze'an's face suddenly became hot with a "boom".

Quite a few teenagers at this age will be curious to talk about some physical topics, and Jian Ze'an will not be so simple as to be shy when hearing related topics.

Before that, those boys occasionally talked about some movies, or showed off exaggeratedly, and the object would not be Jian Ze'an himself.

This is the first time someone has revealed their desire for him in front of him.The point is, the target is Cheng Zichen.

The god of learning who seems to be a theorem and law, born to honor and science, who seems to be synonymous with "excellence".

It's hard for you to imagine putting him and "desire-desire" in a sentence.

He seems to be the kind of ascetic, shirt buttoned to the top, the kind of existence that is only suitable for worship and worship.You can't imagine him revealing the original desire-desire of a "human", let alone an animal.

But Cheng Zichen said that it was difficult to control his desire for him.

The other party was close to him at this moment, his cheeks were covered with scorching hot breath, and the hands clasped on his shoulders restrainedly tightened, but they still couldn't restrain the force of pulling him into the other party's arms.

Cheng Zichen's thin and bitter pine and cypress atmosphere enveloped his whole body, permeating all his senses with a domineering temperament that violated the other party's usual performance.

What Jian Ze'an couldn't ignore was the exuberant enthusiasm emanating from the approaching body of the other party, as well as the parts that had not yet been attached to him, but had a strong sense of presence.

Jian Ze'an was completely dumbfounded.

He could only freeze his body and close his eyes, not knowing what to say.

Tossing and turning in his mind, there is some sense of shame in the chaos, and there is still a little...he doesn't want to admit it, but it does exist dimly, because of the confusion that is evoked by this indistinct ambiguity.

Jian Ze'an couldn't think about it, so he didn't realize that, facing the same confession, what he felt towards Xia Heran at that time was nothing but shock and guilt.Rejection came to the tip of the tongue almost instinctively, it was an answer that did not require thinking, conveyed from the heart all the way.

And now.

He was motionless, like a stunned and stiff owl, his brain was stirred into a pot of porridge, but... neither in his mind, nor in his heart, nor in his body, did he convey the slightest sign of rejection or disgust.

He didn't notice it, but Cheng Zichen did.

Cheng Zichen suddenly exposed his emotions directly from his body in the most primitive way, which was a little embarrassing.However, after all, he has a strong reaction ability and extremely strong psychological quality. After a short period of confusion, he quickly made a decision and directly expressed his heart.

Afterwards, it might be because of Jian Ze'an's panic, which caused Cheng Zichen's remaining embarrassment to completely dissipate.

At this moment, he was very close to Jian Ze'an, and he could clearly see the other's trembling, crow-feather-like eyelashes, as well as a little blush spreading from behind his ears to his cheeks.

While waiting for a response—or a verdict—Cheng Zichen suddenly grasped a ray of inspiration.

He couldn't help but move his right hand holding Jian Ze'an's left shoulder away, and went down——

The palm rested on the boy's chest.

Vigorous throbbing passed from his chest all the way to his palm.

At this moment, Cheng Zichen couldn't help but grow a joyful feeling from the bottom of his heart.

Jian Ze'an suddenly opened his eyes because of his sudden almost stroking action, and was facing Cheng Zichen's smiling, surprisingly bright eyes.

"Ze'an. Your heart is beating so fast."

He couldn't help laughing lowly, took a deep breath, breathed in the smell of the soft and clean fabric softener on the young man's body, and this breath spread all the way into his lungs, which made him calm down a little bit by his thoughts, and almost disappeared. Raised his head even more violently.

And Jian Zean, in the chaos of his thoughts, suddenly understood what Cheng Zichen was talking about.

There was a "buzz" in his mind, and he immediately reached out to pull Cheng Zichen's hand covering his chest.

Cheng Zichen smiled, followed his strength and moved his hand away, Jian Ze'an felt his heartbeat with his palm almost in embarrassment, and then collapsed to find that Cheng Zichen wasn't bluffing him.

thump thump thump thump—

The strong heart sounds seemed to be expressing his most instinctive mood.

Jian Ze'an hastily withdrew his hands, tongue-tied.

He wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Just at this time, the music of the preparatory bell sounded on the radio, and Jian Ze'an immediately let out a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped from the sky.

He said amidst the music: "I didn't realize it... I'm a bit confused. Zichen, can you drive first?"

He already had a cold, and his voice was a little nasal, as if he had cried.Not to mention the last tone, with a little softness begging for mercy, like a pitiful plea for help.Or, to put it more clearly, like being coquettish.

Cheng Zichen lowered his eyes, looked at the eyes of the person in front of him, who just refused to look at him, then looked at his red-hot ear tips, and a guilty conscience on his face, and smiled lowly.

"it is good."

He responded with a sigh, his voice full of connivance.

He let go of the boy's shoulders, pulled away and stood half a step away from the sofa, watched the boy get up, and stood there awkwardly, as if he didn't dare to pass him and leave the room.

Cheng Zichen's heart softened, he stretched out his hand, and smoothed Jian Ze'an's wrinkled school uniform just now, and gave him the warm stickers on the side:

"I didn't have time to post it. You take it back and put it on your body after class. Remember to drink medicine."

Jane Zean took over.

Cheng Zichen saw that he was out of his mind, and sighed again:

"I didn't mean to tell you—at least not yet. If you don't want to, just pretend you don't know anything, huh?"

Jian Ze'an lowered his head and did not speak.

Cheng Zichen raised his eyebrows, reached out and raised his chin:

"Isn't it? You won't talk to me anymore?"

"No." Jian Ze'an shook her head.He didn't know what to say, now he looked at Cheng Zichen, a familiar face, but he felt flustered just looking at it.

Cheng Zichen let go of the fingers hooking his chin, and turned to rub the top of his head, with a bit of force, like a slight vent of anger:

"You. You can do whatever you want.—Recently, at least for the past two weeks, I won't tell you a word about what happened just now, and you shouldn't even think about it. If you don't want to see me, you can. I'll release the review materials for you in the morning On the table. The final exam is two weeks later, you have been preparing for so long, so don’t be affected. Huh?”

Jian Ze'an felt a lump in his throat.

The other party's tone seemed helpless—not the kind of helplessness of "I can't control you anymore", but the kind of helplessness of "I will do whatever you want, who told me to like you".

For a moment, he felt his eyes heat up, and nodded in embarrassment, "Yeah".

A nasal sound leaked out as soon as he opened his mouth. Fortunately, he had a cold, so the sound was not surprising.

At this time, the bell for the second formal class has already started to ring.

Jian Ze'an held the warm stickers and walked towards the door: "Then... let's do this first. Let's all go back to work."

"Go back by yourself first."

Cheng Zichen didn't move.

Jian Ze'an held his hand on the doorknob, and turned to look at him.

"I have to go to the bathroom." The other party's tone was helpless and his voice was hoarse, "It's okay, I'm late and the teacher won't say anything."

Jian Ze'an was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized something, and couldn't help but glance at the other person's navel again, his face almost burned again, he immediately turned around and hurriedly opened the door to go out, and almost tripped himself:

"I'll go back to work first. You...you do what you want."

The door was closed by him.

Cheng Zichen looked at the door panel, smiled silently, then closed his eyes, with a trace of forbearance between his brows.

Cheng Zichen said he would not mention this matter to him again, but he really did not mention it again.

Even when the two of them had their usual tutoring time on Friday, he first sent a V letter asking Jian Ze'an if he wanted to continue, his tone was the same as usual.

When the two met, Cheng Zichen also had an ordinary expression. If it weren't for the unused warm stickers on the desk, Jian Ze'an would really suspect that what happened at noon that day was just a dream.

On the contrary, Jian Ze'an himself had no room for distraction when he was busy studying during the day, and when he lay in bed at night, he couldn't help thinking about Cheng Zichen.

I think of him hanging his head by his ear, saying in a low voice "I am so in love", I think of his looking down with burning eyes that day, his eyes seemed to burn every inch of his whole body, I think of him talking about longing, but he forbearance did not go beyond it. Lei Chi took a step, and only clasped the hand on his shoulder, so hard that it almost made him hurt...

Jian Ze'an was thinking aimlessly, his mind was in a mess, his thoughts spread unscrupulously, until he suddenly realized what he was thinking, turned over in embarrassment, and then realized that his body was excited, even The clothes were all dirty and had to be changed.

Jian Ze'an threw off the quilt as if struck by lightning, ignoring why he had such a reaction, gritted his teeth and murmured "hastily" all the way to the bathroom to clean up, and then splashed another handful of cold water on his face , It took a long time to calm down.

Lying back on the bed, my heart was full of embarrassing feelings. I tossed and turned, trying to clear my brain and fall asleep, but my spirit was too excited to fall asleep.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, he was finally tired and fell asleep slowly.

When I woke up the next day, I didn't know how beautiful the dream was. I only vaguely remembered the small and deep smile brushing the tips of the ears, the hot breathing that made the scalp numb, and the slender and strong fingers rolling over the chest, causing the body to tremble.

After two days, Jian Ze'an was a little sluggish.

After school, the study group studied together, and Xia Heran worriedly asked him if it was because of a worsening cold.

The person who asked was Xia Heran.

Xia Heran who confessed to him before.

Xia Heran who was supposed to be in love with Cheng Zichen in the plot.

Jian Ze'an was precisely because Cheng Zichen's mind was not tossing and turning, and the subtle feeling during this made him so ashamed that he had nothing to say, and could only force himself.

He thought of Cheng Zichen's calm and normal attitude these days, and the way he said "you can do whatever you want" before, and he somewhat understood the other party's worries.

No wonder he said at that time that he had no intention of confessing to himself.

Now I still can't fully understand how I feel about Cheng Zichen, I'm still hesitating and doubting, I only vaguely understand the attraction of the other party to me, that's all.If it's really confirmed, even with him...

Is the learning status more affected?

Jian Ze'an originally thought that he was a person who could hold his breath in critical moments, but now he knows that in many cases, you can't do it if you just set your mind to it.

He was out of shape for two or three days.

Sometimes he was distracted and couldn't help touching the phone, and then unconsciously opened it to the chatting interface with Cheng Zichen, poked and poked his finger in the dialog box, and finally regained consciousness and immediately retracted his hand like a thief.

not like this.

He gritted his teeth and told himself.

I vowed to study hard, persist for so long, work hard for so long, and set goals for so long, if my state collapses because of this kind of thing...

Are you worthy of the self who made up his mind after having those three dreams?

And is he worthy of Cheng Zichen who has been helping him with his lessons?

If he doesn't even have this bit of self-control, Zichen will be disappointed.

No matter what kind of answer I can give in the end, I shouldn't think about it now.

Jian Ze'an worked hard to adjust and let his mind go.

I worked hard on the questions, memorized the text when I was distracted, and memorized words when I was lying in bed at night thinking about it.After trying several methods, I finally regained my status slowly and devoted myself to the end-of-term review.

I found the state of study thoroughly, and after I learned it, I put all my mind on the topic, and my mind was at peace, so I didn't get disturbed by those chaos anymore.In the next few quizzes, the scores rose steadily.Jian Ze'an finally breathed a sigh of relief.

--he does not know.During those two days, he kept poking and clicking in the dialog box. The boy on the opposite side looked at the words "typing...", worried for how long, wanted to say something again and again, and warned himself again and again, the more he said, the more he said. It is easy to influence the other party, and then you can only watch with patience, guess the state of the boy over there, and convince yourself to believe him.

Fortunately, he was right.

The author has something to say: Xiao Xia, Lin Xiao, and Yu Yue all fainted from crying in the toilet...