Nemesis clings to me after amnesia

Wen Bieyan's words were enlightening.

I don't know if I got paid or not, but Yu Wei got tricked anyway.

That's right, isn't giving a gift just a way of expressing your love? Does Wen Xiaohua really not need anything else if she says she doesn't need it?

If people just say what they like and give it away, can that still be called a gift?Don't want a gift?

It is a matter of course for couples to spend the New Year's Eve together, and it is not a gift at all.

In the first year we spent together, Yu Wei still wanted to give Wen Xiaohua a real gift that he could hold in his hand.

But what to give?

Yu Wei stared at the round little heart on the test paper, and found that this nerve-wracking question had come back again.

Wen Bieyan didn't notice her boyfriend's suddenly sad face, because he hadn't figured out what to give as a New Year's Eve gift yet.

And there is another problem, he seems... can't remember whether he gave Yu Wei a gift before, and if he spreads it out again, he can't even remember who confessed first when they were together.

strangeness.

To complete the big question that Yu Wei finished speaking, it happened that Lao Wang asked to collect the test paper when he was in class.

Pass forward from the last classmate, and then put them on the desk in groups, waiting for the time to have nothing to do, the teacher holds the thermos cup in one hand, and casually flips through the test papers they handed in with the other. They do thought work.

"It looks like I'm in the third year of high school, and each of you is sleepwalking in class. Is it because I put too little pressure on you, or is it because you don't take the college entrance examination seriously? I have to remind you repeatedly to do homework. Why don't you just take the college entrance examination? Let me take the test for you that day?"

"Partial subject, partial subject, stingy one, no matter how you teach it, why don't you arrange a box of melatonin for you to rejuvenate... Tsk, what is this... Yu Wei!"

Old Wang turned over a test paper, wrinkled his face, pulled it out and shook it, and spread it in front of the whole class with a corner in one hand, ignoring the scrawled handwriting that was crowded with the test paper, and the neat row of bright red hearts next to it was particularly eye-catching.

"What are you doing???"

The students in the front row were close to the water tower, so they got closer and took a closer look.

"puff......"

"Brother Yu is so girlish, cute hahaha."

"The painting is not bad, the size is uniform, the whole body is round, and there is a lot of love."

Yu Wei blinked and glanced at the instigator, Wen Xiaohua was also looking at him with her face propped up on one hand: "Brother, are you so girlish?"

......Wen Xiaohua failed her studies.

Scratching his forehead resentfully: "Well, I'm just drawing for fun."

Lao Wang: "If you are not allowed to draw the picture of going up the river during the Qingming Festival, you will make this thing for me?"

——Why hasn't this stubble passed yet?

Yu Wei: "It's not the same."

Old Wang: "What's the difference??"

"This time it's not art, it's - heart, move, record, record." Yu Wei is learning and selling, talking nonsense: "This question is really good, the more I do it, the more I like it, the more I do it, the more my heart is moved. So I want to record it and confess to the teacher who asked the question! World-class teacher! Awesome!"

You are a world-class blower, and you are also quite awesome.

The faces of the classmates flushed with restrained laughter, Old Wang frowned: "Are you going to confess your love to Director Chen?"

As we all know, Chen Jingchuan, the dean of the Department of Mathematics, is over forty years old, strict and bald. When he encounters students fighting in the corridor, he will be very angry and yell at the students. The sentence that hangs on his lips every day is "every rule!" Call your homeroom teacher!" "Call your parents!", imagine Yu Wei running to confess to others, the classroom finally burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Brother Yu, come on, I like you!"

"Is the god of learning going to be beautiful???"

"Brother Yu, if you really go, I guess Director Chen will directly call all eighteen generations of your ancestors."

"plus one."

"Heartbeat! I think you are itchy!" Lao Wang slapped the desk, and the classroom fell silent: "Your paper rolls are gone. Next time you want to doodle, you will come up on the blackboard and draw on the blackboard. If you don't fill the entire blackboard, you will be fine." Get out of class!"

Yu Wei coaxed "Oh", and looked at Wen Bieyan with pursed lips.

Wen Bieyan suppressed a smile and made a dimple: "What's wrong?"

Yu Wei said: "Today it is Xiao Yu who has been wronged and accepted the blame."

The corners of Wen Bieyan's mouth curved even further.

Old Wang Ding didn't look this way, leaned his face slightly towards the table, took Yu Wei's hand, tilted his head, and put his pretty face in his palm: "What about now?"

"..."

Yu Wei felt that the temperature of his palm could fry a poached egg.

I couldn't help but move my fingertips, brushing against the dimple, it felt wonderful.

Wen Bieyan: "Aggrieved and wronged to accept the blame?"

"Happy takeover man." Yu Wei said honestly, "I love takeover, and takeover loves me. Don't be too polite next time!"

"Then next time draw on the blackboard?"

"...I'll go back and practice first."

The closer New Year's Day approaches, the more onerous the learning tasks.

I don't know if Lao Wang was worried that they would play instead of studying during the holidays, so he tried his best to distribute test papers to them before the holidays.

I just received a copy and sent it out again. I couldn’t send it myself, and I had to urge the teachers of other subjects to send it together. Some asked to do it in class, and some asked to do it after school. Only the old man took pity on them and relaxed his deadline. It is said that it can be left to do during the holidays, and it will not be too late to hand in when you come back on New Year's Day.

Lao Wang probably flipped through the test papers and decided that there was no new content to be covered in this class, and it was time to comment on the test papers.

Yu Wei felt that the test paper was quite simple, so he didn't really want to listen to it. He was going to do the new test paper that was sent just now, but as he was doing it, he took out his mobile phone and secretly browsed the school forum.

As the holidays are approaching, many students will also discuss in the forum how to spend the New Year and what gifts to give to their girlfriends and boyfriends. He can learn from this.

Holding his chin, he went to the gift building, and the people inside were even more confused than him, and there was someone who was going to give his girlfriend honey and dried sweet potatoes from Daliang Mountain.

Yu Wei imagined the brightly lit city center of C on New Year's Eve, with brilliant neon lights, and Wen Xiaohua stood under the fireworks smiling and watching him take out a jar of honey from his arms.

Forget it, and look again.

Yu Wei continued to scroll down and flip through, but there was a post that caught his attention.

The title: "The residual temperature does not stop, and the food production does not go out", it is hard to understand if you are confused, but it is followed by a small "hot", I am a little curious about why the post is so popular.

Click in with curiosity.

Three minutes later, the red-faced man was dragged out by the desire to survive.

What are these things? !

Why can this kind of picture and this kind of text survive in the campus forum? ?

What about forum moderators? ? ? ? ?

Three consecutive questions popped up above his head, and the question marks were getting bigger and bigger. His fingers quickly swipe down a few pages on the screen, trying to find something else to divert his attention.

— Another 3 minutes later.

Yu Wei bit his knuckles and continued to blush while staring at a text and picture in the post.

【...The height of the desk is just right, Wen Bieyan sits on the table, and he can look up at Yu Wei from the best angle, his hands as white as jade are wrapped around his boyfriend's neck, and the gaze is full of tenderness. 】

Yu Wei sneaked a glance to his side, ah, it's really so white...

[...The slender waist is held by one hand, and the sweet and sweet pheromone of Omega is quietly emitted from the back of the neck. It's an inviting gesture, inviting his boyfriend to pluck. 】

Take another sneak peek, ah, the one he hugged was indeed very thin...

【... Alpha's initiative to open a kiss is endless possessiveness, Yu Wei clasped the back of Wen Bieyan's neck to prevent him from retreating, and plundered the sweetness of his tongue as much as he wanted, with soft lips in his mouth over and over again Lick and bite and don't want to let go, the delicious Omega is addictive. 】

Then sneaked a guilty look, ah, I hadn't kissed him before, but it looked really good...

【..."My husband, I feel bad." Wen Bieyan coquettishly whispered, bringing the gland close to Yu Wei's lips.Yu Wei pressed the man into his arms hard, called "baby" in a hoarse voice, and then his canine teeth pierced the gland, and the soft panting was shattered by the ambiguity in the air, and the two couldn't help it. 】

This time I didn't dare to look at it, and my knuckles were almost crushed by accident.

He, he bit it once out of reality, but it's not like a rogue biting way, okay? !

And what kind of "husband", what kind of "baby", what kind of ridiculous title!Just, just talk nonsense!

"Bie Yan, you answer this question."

Lao Wang's voice suddenly sounded, and Yu Wei was so frightened that he almost threw the phone out.

With a guilty conscience, he hurriedly hid the phone in the drawer and pretended nothing happened. He sat up obediently, but after waiting for two seconds, he didn't hear Wen Xiaohua answering the question.

It wasn't that Wen Bieyan didn't listen carefully, or he didn't listen at all, and it wasn't that he couldn't answer, it was that he didn't know which question Lao Wang was asking.

He was distracted, thinking about what gift to prepare for Yu Wei for New Year's Eve, the more he couldn't think of it, the more he didn't want to give up, the more he didn't give up, the more he couldn't think of it, and the endless cycle created the current situation.

Kind of embarrassing.

Just as he was about to honestly say that he was in a daze, someone gently pulled his fingertips. Looking down, Yu Wei huddled like a groundhog behind the bunker made of books and whispered the answer to him, in order to exaggerate his mouth shape so that he could see clearly. , with an exaggerated grin, more like a groundhog.

Wen Bieyan wanted to laugh a little, so he held back, raised his head and obediently reported the answer from the little math genius.

"Yeah." Lao Wang adjusted his glasses: "The answer is correct, sit down, and be serious in class, don't be distracted."

Wen Bieyan sat down, saw Yu Wei raised his lips and was about to claim credit from him, and was about to praise his boyfriend generously, when Old Wang's voice sounded again: "Yu Wei, get up."

Xiao Tiantian put away his expression and stood up obediently.

"Excellent, I can give people the answer." Lao Wang pointed to a sample question on the blackboard with an eighth level of difficulty: "You answer this question for me."

Yu Wei is not afraid of mathematics. He half-closed his eyes to see the question clearly, raised his eyebrows, and calculated the final correct answer with almost no pause while reading the process.

"One or minus two, right?"

Old Wang hummed twice with a stinky face: "It's pretty quick."

All the students in the third class knew that Yu Wei was good at mathematics, but no one expected that he would be so good. Lao Wang nodded and exclaimed.

"My mother, I may not be able to calculate it on paper for a day!"

"Brother Yu, what kind of mind is this, inherited from Hua Luogeng's ancestors?"

"I wipe it! I underestimated it!"

"Can you give me some brains, I'm going to be tortured to death by mathematics."

Even Wen Bieyan secretly ticked his little finger under the table, my boyfriend is really amazing.

Yu Wei was overjoyed: "Born, you can't tell them apart. Brother Yu is just so awesome. Do you have any questions, teacher? Just ask, you're welcome."

Old Wang said meaningfully: "Ask casually?"

"Just ask!"

"Okay." Lao Wang said, "Let me think about it... Can you translate for me what is the meaning of 'my wife is beautiful and I am private'."

Yu Wei: "..."

Old Wang smiled and made a gesture of invitation to him: "Hurry up!"

The praise turned into laughter, and Yu Wei felt a little tired: "Teacher, let's be reasonable, this is a math class."

Qian Yi answered this question for Old Wang: "It's reasonable, Brother Yu, you asked me what you wanted."

Yu Wei turned his head and gave him a hard look: Good brother, you are already dead.

Wen Bieyan lowered his head and wrote the answer on the notebook, and was about to pass it to him secretly, when Old Wang saw it with his own eyes: "Don't give him the answer."

Wen Bieyan had no choice but to withdraw her hand, boyfriend, I wish you good luck.

Yu Wei felt that life was so difficult: "I forgot, can I repeat it again?"

Lao Wang not only repeated it to him, but also wrote it on the blackboard with chalk: "Come on, turn it over, hurry up."

Yu Wei read it carefully over and over again.

Suddenly his brows loosened, and he became more confident: "It's not difficult, I know!"

Old Wang: "What?"

Yu Wei pointed at the blackboard: "My wife is super beautiful!"

Old Wang: "?"

Pointing to himself again: "And it's mine alone!"

Pharaoh: "???"

......?

The classroom was silent for a second.

In the next second, there was an explosion of laughter, and Lao Wang's eyes almost popped out.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"Absolutely hahahahahahahahahaha!"

"So this wave is actually dog ​​food?! Wori hahahahaha!"

"Brother Yu! I also think your wife is very beautiful!"

Wen Bieyan was forced to appear on camera, her neck was flushed red, but she couldn't help but smile with crooked eyebrows.

Yu Wei looked blank: "Isn't it right?"

Lao Wang wanted to put a box of chalk on his face: "That's right! After class today, find out the correct translation of this sentence for me, copy it fifty times and hand it over to your teacher Chen at noon!"

Yu Wei was reluctant: "I didn't take Chinese class, and if I suddenly handed in a penalty copy, Teacher Chen would think I was crazy."

Old Wang: "Then if you tell me the cause and effect, Mr. Chen will not think you are crazy, but you should think that you are simply mentally ill."

Yu Wei: "..."

The buttocks hit the bench, and the grievances came again.

"Brother, are you okay?" Wen Bieyan called him with a smile.

Yu Wei curled his lips: "Don't ask, if you ask, you will regret it, very regretful."

Wen Bieyan saw the curl of hair raised in front of his forehead, shaken by the wind, a little cute, so he didn't smooth it out for him.

"Do you regret giving me the answer?"

"Of course not." Yu Wei groaned, "I regret that I shouldn't have said it, but should have written it. Old Wang won't be able to catch me."

Wen Bieyan hummed approvingly, and lay down on the table with him to look at the blackboard, like two little penguins, dumb and cute.

He thought, he should know what gift to give his boyfriend.

Yu Wei blew on the broken hair in front of his forehead, his eyes habitually drifted to his deskmate, and stopped on Wen Bieyan's side face covered with a layer of white light, his long eyelashes trembled, as if brushing at the tip of his heart superior.

Blessed to the soul, he suddenly understood what everyone was laughing at when he was translating, and his old face turned red again.

Ai.

Yeah, it's really pretty...

His gaze lowered quietly, and stopped on the pink lips that seemed to be moist with soft light, as if his eyes were scalded by splashing sparks, he moved away quickly, and his heartbeat slowly accelerated.

Damn, it looks even better.

The author has something to say: Ergou: My wife is super beautiful! ! ! ! !mine! ! ! ! !

Author: Yes, but if you don't get the hang of it, believe it or not, assign your wives to each person in the comment section.

Ergou: .........Mom?