When the storm took the script

Skin hunger and thirst is a mental illness, even if Qiao An changed his body, he still felt uncomfortable.

His eyes drifted to Fu Xiao's big wardrobe, he wanted to take it but he didn't dare to take it, his heart was at war with man, he was already guilty and shy, but thinking that Fu Xiao might be lying on his bed full of dolls now, he felt even more embarrassed Lost it all.

No!

Joe Eucalyptus, you steal other people's clothes and hug them to sleep, are you perverted? You!

Show some face, you——

What face!

I am Fu Xiao now, can taking one of my clothes count as stealing?

Qiao Yu rubbed her face, she really didn't blame herself for being useless, the temptation was too great.

Ever since Qiao Yong went to prison and Qiao Shan was lost, he has never had a peaceful night's sleep. He is like a thirsty person struggling in the desert with an oasis in front of him. His survival instinct makes him unable to give up this only chance of life.

The line called reason split instantly, and Qiao An quickly opened the closet. Fu Xiao's closet was terribly big, accounting for one-third of the single wall in the bedroom. Sleep in it tonight...

Stop!

Qiao An's heart was beating like a drum, his face was flushed and he didn't dare to wear a close-fitting one, so he stole a windbreaker taller than him to cover his body, and put long-lasting incense in the closet, usually Fu Xiao would get some on his body, but if you don't If you deliberately get close to smell it, no one will notice it.

Qiao An secretly thought: Is that... I am the closest person to Fu Xiao right now?

The light jasmine fragrance became ambiguous out of nowhere, he curled up in shame and was wrapped in Fu Xiao's windbreaker, he had no dreams all night, the only good sleep he had in so many years.

On Sunday, on the one hand, Qiao An was worried that Fu Xiao would be taken away by someone from the correctional school brought by his mother; .

The period of exchanging souls with Fu Xiao is like stealing, one day is missing, who knows when God will suddenly take back this luck.

Qiao An has neither the right nor the ability to prevent Fu Xiao from leaving, so he can only make this time as fulfilling as possible.

He wore a tracksuit and put his bangs down. He looked like an 18-year-old, somewhat cool boy. Grandma regarded Qiao An, who was wearing the body of 28-year-old Fu Xiao, as a classmate of her grandson, and was very happy to put him Welcoming them in, they also prepared fruit and snacks for the two of them.

Qiao Yu thanked grandma, and when he opened the door, Fu Xiao was texting someone on WeChat and didn't notice him.

Qiao An crept around without disturbing him, obediently sat by the bed with a schoolbag on his back, saw the doll thrown on the carpet blushing, and looked at his bed just two meters away, if Fu Xiao lay on it with his body, probably I was going to yell a long time ago: I'm so aggrieved, my father is dying!

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly glanced at a few magazines thrown around beside the bed...

There is a book open and placed by the bed. The photo on that page is Qiao An’s favorite male model. He is naked and wearing a bathrobe. He is sitting by the balcony window with one leg bent. A certain part is faintly visible. The whole person is wrapped in curling smoke, just like the silhouette of the hero in the old port film, which is particularly flavorful.

He often looked at this photo and did bad things, thinking that there might still be some traces on it...

Qiao An immediately blushed and wanted to "destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces". When his fingertips touched it, the scorching temperature made him tremble, as if the temperature of Fu Xiao's turning was still there.

Qiao An curled up her fingers slightly, and thought that Fu Xiao not only watched them all, but also probably rated them one by one, making it even more embarrassing...

"what happened?"

Fu Xiao had just turned seventeen or eighteen corners to find a Chinese teacher who had just retired in Jiangcheng. He used to lead experimental classes in key cities.

Coincidentally, this teacher was the dean of Yucai when he was young. He specialized in dealing with all kinds of thorns in the school, especially with practical experience. He was tailor-made for Class Six.

The teacher was very free after retirement, and said that he would be able to come to Yucai to substitute in a week.

He had solved a major matter, and was just about to lie down and go back to sleep, when he turned around and found Qiao An coming, looking like he was about to drill into a crack in the ground.

Only then did Fu Xiao realize that the bed was covered with men's pornographic magazines scattered about. For a moment, he didn't know why Qiao An was shy. From his point of view, all the pictures with clothes on were pediatrics. It's been almost a day. After seeing Dad Looking at these rubbish with your body, still can't resist?

Fu Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and decided to give Qiao An a copy of his own photobook when he was free, otherwise his aesthetic ability would be too poor.

Qiao An was afraid that he would ask more questions, so he tidied up the mess on the bed, and then obediently spread out the textbooks he just bought from the bookstore on the desk: "Can you help me prepare lessons... If you do it tomorrow... If you can't get it back, I want to make more preparations in advance, or you will lose face..."

Fu Xiao was stunned, for some reason, the words that he had hired a new teacher for class six suddenly choked in his throat and couldn't say it.

"Okay." Fu Xiao smiled and dragged a stool to sit next to him, "There are two Chinese lessons on Monday, and the second half of "Teacher's List" was left unfinished last time, mainly because of these..."

Qiao An's heart beat faster, and for no reason he always brought Fu Xiao's face into the photo he just saw, and he almost couldn't breathe. After Fu Xiao said it twice, he forced himself to stuff these words into his head Here, even with [-]% attention, it took the two of them almost a day to fully digest an ancient text.

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on Monday.

The two have not changed back yet.

Qiao An was a little secretly happy, feeling that he was really shameless, but this might be the only connection he had with Fu Xiao in his life.

Be shameless and be shameless!

Qiao Yu faced the mirror, looked at the people inside, and did something even more shameless. He opened his arms and tightened them slightly as if hugging another person, and then said softly to himself: "Good morning, Joe Eucalyptus."

Grade 6 ([-]) class.

The entire Yucai famous concentration camp for scumbags eats, drinks, sleeps and sleeps every day, plays games and skips classes to fall in love.

Today, everyone was as quiet as a chicken, panicked, looking at the Chinese teacher on the stage with tears in their eyes, holding the textbook with trembling hands, even if they were upside down, it was difficult to conceal their enthusiasm for learning.

The reason is today's class meeting.

The serious-looking and inflexible head teacher of Class 6 ([-]) held a "martial arts competition". The rules are simple and effective for a long time: as long as he can beat him, he will have an unconditional holiday today; attend lectures.

Of course, if you are unconvinced and want to apply for a rematch, that's fine too, as long as you complete your homework every day as required, you will have a ticket to one-on-one with him.

A group of thorns in class 6 suddenly went into an uproar, and they were all eager to try. As expected, no one survived. The biggest winner or the disciplinary committee member hugged a mobile phone full of schoolbags.

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In order to support Teacher Qiao, Fu Xiao came early and gave a lesson to the younger brothers, but he didn't expect Qiao An to come up with such a simple and rude trick, and made this group of middle and second-year boys into obedience. .

Fu Xiao sat in the first row closest to the podium, listened to Qiao An's serious lecture, nodded with a smile from time to time, and raised his hand to answer questions, just like a good student.

Qiao An was still stuttering at first, but afterward it became more and more fluent. As soon as he looked down the stage, he could see Fu Xiao looking directly into his eyes with a smile. It's awesome to say a word.

Qiao Yu's face turned red, he found that the lectures are not difficult, the more difficult thing is to control himself not to be a nympho...

Seeing the extremely tacit interaction between the two, Lin Dai looked surprised, and was curiously scratched by the rapid development of the relationship between the two. She called him Brother Qiao several times but did not respond, so she tore a piece of paper and wrote a paragraph and threw it in the On Fu Xiao's table.

Fu Xiaogang secretly used Qiao An as a teleprompter, and when he lowered his head, he saw a ball of paper.

"Brother Qiao, Brother Qiao!" Lin Dai lowered her voice and whispered behind him, "Quick, look quickly."

Fu Xiao opened it slowly:

[Brother, what's the matter with you?It’s hard for you to come to school once, shouldn’t you cherish the time to play games, sleep and fall in love? Why are you actively answering questions in class now and even dyed your fucking green hair back? ?Is this what you, a scumbag and violent school bully, should do?Or are you worn? ? 】

Fu Xiao paused, praised Lin Dai's sharpness, wrote a sentence under this line with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and threw a sentence in a group.

Unexpectedly, Lao Yang, the dean who just came in to make an inspection, caught him right away.

Lao Yang usually doesn't come to Class [-], but today the school inspection department informed him that Class [-] has a weirdly quiet atmosphere. He doesn't know what these bastards are holding back. He is afraid that the new teacher will be bullied, so he came to visit.

I didn't expect to sit in the back and listen to the class for half an hour. Except for the head teacher blushing from time to time because of nervousness, the learning atmosphere was extremely strong? ?

It's a pity that there are only two rat shit like Qiao Euan and Lin Dai.

Lao Yang held the ball of paper in his hand, hating that iron could not be made into steel, "Qiao Yu" finally got a little better, so he hooked up with female classmates in class, what a shame!

He interrupted Qiao An's lecture with a gesture, and looked at Fu Xiao angrily, "What's going on? Is this class for you to fall in love? Stand up!"

This was the first time Fu Xiao was being scolded as an adult, and he couldn't help but lazily stood up, "Report, I'm not in a relationship."

The intentionally protracted tone was obviously provocative, and Lao Yang threw the ball of paper into his hand, "It's not about dating, right? Nian Nian, let everyone listen together, what is worth talking about during class time between you two!"

"Do you really want to read it?" Fu Xiao opened it and glanced at his flamboyant big characters, couldn't help laughing, and glanced at Qiao An on the stage, as if asking for advice.

Lao Yang glared at him: "You can read as long as you want, and see what he does!"

"Then I really read it." Fu Xiao smiled and said to Qiao An, "Lin Dai asked me why I was so serious in class today, and I replied to her, 'Don't you think Teacher Fu is very cute today?'"

The students who had been quiet for a class suddenly boiled under the leadership of the boss, and whistles came one after another, clapping their hands and knocking on the table, shouting: "Cute! So cute!"

"Quiet."

Fu Xiao swept around lightly, his words were more useful than Lao Yang, and the whole class immediately became quiet again.

Lao Yang was at a loss for words for a while, but he came up again in a rage, and almost scolded Fu Xiao by his ears as soon as he fired.

Qiao An looked at Fu Xiao, who always had a smile on his lips, who didn't "respect the teacher" at all, and his cheeks started to burn again.

Fu Xiao must have done it on purpose... But, is he really cute?

Fu Xiao didn't know what he was thinking about. He was dragged out by Lao Yang and taught him a lesson for 10 minutes because of this crap.

After the second class started, he was allowed to go back to class. Fu Xiao rubbed his numb ears, and looked at Qiao An with a bit of resentment.

Qiao An wanted to say something nice to coax him, but he couldn't because of his teacher status.

After finally finishing the morning class, the students lined up to collect the confiscated mobile phones under the watchful eyes of Brother Qiao. They were a little dazed until they walked out of the classroom. I took two classes.

Lin Dai felt a little guilty about Lao Yang and wanted to invite Fu Xiao to dinner.

When Fu Xiao heard this, he thought that it would be beneficial to get in touch with Qiao An's friends more. Just as he was about to agree, Teacher Qiao knocked on his table with the pointer: "Qiao An stayed here, I have something to tell you."

Lin Dai said in a low voice, "Brother Qiao, I'll wait for you outside. The century-old biscuits are here or there."

Qiao Yu glared at her and shook the pointer in his hand, "He's not going today, if you want to wait for him, why don't you just sit here and recite ancient Chinese?"

"No, see you again, Brother Qiao, next time!" Lin Dai recalled that she was randomly checked for reciting ancient prose today, and she received a whip on her palm, and she was still hot, so she immediately picked up her schoolbag and slipped away.

After Lin Dai left, the classroom was empty, and everyone either went to the cafeteria or returned to the dormitory, leaving only the two of them.

Fu Xiao sat lazily on the table. The school uniform made him look handsome and handsome. He looked at him with a half-smile: "What's the matter? Teacher Qiao, you want to trouble me because of something in class gone?"

"No." Qiao Yu swallowed, her heart beat faster, she handed over the language document, and licked her dry lips, "You haven't randomly checked my "Teacher's List"..."

Fu Xiao was taken aback. He originally wanted to say no need. Judging from the smooth state of his class today, it can be seen that Qiao An has put in a lot of effort. He understands things like ancient Chinese thoroughly. It doesn't have to be memorized verbatim.

But when he saw Qiao An deliberately holding the book, hoping to show him his progress, Fu Xiao couldn't help but want to bully him.

Fu Xiao put the Chinese textbooks together and put them on the desk, picked up the pointer on one side and tapped his palm lightly, saying, "Let's start."

"The first emperor broke down in the middle of his business before he started his business..."

Qiao An stood up straight, even if he stumbled a bit and recited a few paragraphs wrong in the middle, but for a person who hasn't touched the textbook for a long time, being able to follow it is already very good.

Fu Xiao pointed out his mistakes one by one, and watched Qiao An gradually become a little embarrassed and uncomfortable from the initial excitement. He didn't interrupt again, let him think for a while, and then slowly memorized it, which took a long time.

Qiao An put away the Chinese paper and said sullenly, "I'll go and copy the wrong place five times myself."

Why are you so stupid... Obviously, I recited it several times yesterday just to let Fu Xiao see his progress.

"Mr. Qiao, do you have to be punished if you memorize it wrong?"

Fu Xiao looked up at him, and lightly tapped his shoulder with the pointer.

Qiao Yu became more and more embarrassed and depressed, and thought dejectedly, this is all right, not only did he not get the compliment, but he even got a slap in the palm of his hand in embarrassment.

Qiao An's head was almost buried in the ground, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly.

When he hit the students, he didn't use too much force, but just taught them a lesson, and with a sense of shame, he wouldn't take these homework seriously next time.

But when Fu Xiao really wanted to hit him...

Qiao An couldn't help but want to think about the mind of the person in front of him again, and his hands hurt.

He looked up, only to see Fu Xiao looking at him with a smile, rolled up the language book, and slapped his palm lightly.

What kind of punishment is this...

That's right, at least it has the same effect as my own slapping palm, and I'm ashamed to die.

Fu Xiao looked into his eyes and said with a smile: "You did very well today, you have made great, great progress."

"really?"

Qiao Yu couldn't believe it, he was in a trance, the corner of his mouth raised uncontrollably, he said eagerly: "Can you say it again? Can you add my name before it?"

After hearing his slightly weird request, Qiao An's tattoo under the collarbone suddenly appeared in Fu Xiao's mind, and he faintly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think too much about it, and repeated it seriously: "Qiao An, what do you do today? It’s been very good, very, very big progress.”

After listening to it once, Qiao An wanted to listen to it again.

Fu Xiao patiently satisfied him three times before rubbing his head, and said helplessly, "Let's go, Teacher Qiao, if you don't go, you won't be able to eat anything in the cafeteria."

"It's okay." Qiao Yu happily waved the meal card, "I invite you to eat in the teacher's cafeteria."

Fu Xiao clapped his hands: "Wow, take my meal card and invite me to dinner, it's great~"

Qiao An was also a little embarrassed, "Then how about I invite you out to a restaurant?"

"I'm joking with you, let's go, the cafeteria is pretty good." Fu Xiao stood up and stretched, "Just take it as my reward."

Qiao An suddenly felt that the meaning of this meal was much higher, and nodded heavily.

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感谢在2020-08-2923：59：13～2020-08-3023：59：13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

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