Sudden by a hologram

The only kid who didn't fit in at Baicheng College spent the whole night playing with toys in the room. When the call came, he immediately connected, "Sir."

"The meeting is over?" Mr. Xiao Quanfeng's clear voice came leisurely.

"Yes." Li Jiang replied respectfully, "It ended smoothly."

Xiao Quanfeng said in a low voice, "Okay, go back and study hard."

"Yes." Li Jiang replied again.

Before the communication hung up, Xiao Quanfeng asked one more question, "How are you preparing for the end of the term?"

Under the light and shadow, Li Jiang smiled unfathomably, "Everything is ready."

"If it doesn't work, destroy him."

"Yes." With a touch of murderous intent, it has never been so sharp.

......

When the two moist lips were pressed against each other, Pei Jiuji held his apple in a daze, forgetting to chew it for a moment.

Taking advantage of his loss of consciousness, Cheng Beimo stuck out his tongue and pried open the crown of his tooth. He didn't know whether it was because he was greedy for the apple that was full of cheeks in his mouth, or because he was full of breath and plundered wildly in his mouth.

Pei Jiuji felt that apart from his own apple, all the air he breathed was also squeezed clean by him, and his breathing became rapid, and with every breath, the smell of Cheng Beimo was in his nostrils, which was faint but so sinking.

Cheng Beimo's too strong offensive made him lose.

Drunk already delirious, coupled with difficulty in breathing, Pei Jiuji's body was exhausted, first of all, the oxygen supply to his limbs was insufficient, and the half apple he was holding tightly fell off the bed.

"Crack" sound.

Then his whole body was pressed into the soft quilt by Cheng Beimo. As expected of a presidential suite, the bed was much softer than that of an ordinary student standard room, just like a messy soft waist.

"Hmm..." Pei Jiuji was gagged, and snorted, trying to grab that restless hand, but failed.

Pei Jiuji doesn't like exercising, so he doesn't have any muscles, but he likes to eat picky eaters, so he doesn't have much fat, only a little fat, which grows all over his lower abdomen, which feels soft to the touch.

But the lower abdomen, further down, is a forbidden area.

Pei Jiuji finally exerted his last ounce of strength. Before entering the forbidden area, he pushed Cheng Beimo away, and then collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath, as if reborn after a catastrophe.

The person who was pushed away licked the corner of his mouth, "Apple is quite sweet."

Cheng Beimo looked at him with great interest. He was usually quite arrogant, but when it came to love affairs, he was so innocent. He just got kissed and his face was already red to the tips of his ears. Followed the breath and stayed.

After the meeting in the afternoon, the game started, and Pei Jiuji's school uniform hadn't been changed yet. After playing all night and the tossing just now, it was already messy.

And Cheng Beimo didn't have time to change into the teacher's formal attire after the meeting, but he sat at the desk and worked neatly all night, his clothes were very neat, and even the badge of the chairman's group was still shining.

One is messy and one is neat, such a stark contrast.

It is not justified to say that it is just a procedural disorder.

Cheng Beimo grabbed both of Pei Jiuji's hands, fearing that he would disturb the atmosphere if he became restless, he opened his mouth and wanted to kiss the red and swollen lips he had just licked.

But halfway through, Pei Jiuji cried, cried?

He was playing a drunken maniac, and he really interpreted that classic sentence in the original text: women are dirty and dry, happy and sad, and want to cry.

Just now he was happy to give gifts, but the next second he lay on the bed and cried. Pei Jiuji cried terribly, "The apple is gone! Cheng Beimo blames you! The apple is gone!"

Those who knew the apple were gone, but those who didn't know thought he had lost something else.

"Pfft." Cheng Beimo chuckled, wanting to coax him so much, loosened his grip, lay down beside him, and patted his hairy head, "I'll go buy it tomorrow, okay?"

"Hmm." Buried in his sleeve, he said softly.

Cheng Beimo was suddenly surprised. According to Pei Jiuji's personality, he should act carefully. How could he be so drunk? The excitement just now was disrupted by Pei Jiuji's crying. Cheng Beimo still sat up, "Why are you drunk?"

"I didn't drink too much!" By the time you say that, you've already had too much.

Cheng Beimo, who felt like an old father for the first time, could only follow him, "Okay, you didn't drink too much, how did you drink it?"

Pei Jiuji stretched out his fingers from the bed, and began to count with great sincerity, "Xiao Hua who studied medicine, Xiuxiu who studied business, and Xiuxiu who studied law..." Counted ten fingers like this, and he didn't finish. The class flowers of all the classes in the whole school are counted. Does it mean that the mind is too good to get full marks in all subjects?

After counting to the end, Pei Jiuji finally counted, and stretched out an index finger, "There's another one, the annoying one, Cheng Beimo."

Cheng Beimo frowned, scolding the deity in front of him?

Obviously, one cannot attempt to understand the mind of a drunkard, because he may not even know who kissed him after being kissed just now.

Pei Jiuji seemed to have seen something, and suddenly got up from the bed, caught off guard and stuck Cheng Beimo, surprised: "You look like Cheng Beimo."

Cheng Beimo, "..." was too close, and his warm breath hit the side of his face.

Pei Jiuji looked at it seriously, as if admiring a work of art, quietly stretched out his finger, and stroked Cheng Beimo's nose gently, without treating him as a living thing at all.

Cheng Beimo's nose was itchy, but he was staring at Pei Jiuji so earnestly, but he suddenly didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, the person in front of him would slip away. Liquor frantically gesticulates on his face.

After a while, Pei Jiuji finally laughed again, with snot and tears still on his face, and his smile turned into a mess, "You're pretty good-looking, hehe."

"..." At that moment, Cheng Beimo felt that he was really on the verge of collapse, his whole body was hot, and he just wanted to press him and bite him hard, using his identity as Teacher Cheng, to give this drunk and ignorant Question students take a lesson.

For five years, this was the first time he had felt his emotions, the first time he had realized that it had never been programmed.

He wanted Pei Jiuji, very, very much.

It's a pity that when he wanted to pinch Pei Jiuji again, Pei Jiuji might have been lying on the bed for too long. Originally, his drinking capacity was at most insane and he wouldn't be drunk, but now he really wants to vomit.

Stomach churn came up, before he had time to think about it, he pushed Cheng Beimo away and ran to the bathroom.

When Cheng Beimo came to his senses, he didn't have time to put on his shoes, and it was rare for him to run over in such embarrassment with bare feet.

Pei Jiuji was lying in front of the toilet, as if he was going to vomit everything, his head was stuffy, one after another, his mouth was open in the gaps, and his stomach continued to convulse.

The bangs were soaked in a layer of cold sweat from the uncomfortable, sticking to the side of the ear.

After Pei Jiuji vomited out all the food he ate at night, he was still retching until he vomited two mouthfuls of gastric juice before he finally couldn't hold on and fell down the toilet.

"Ninety-nine." Cheng Beimo stretched out his arms to hug him. He had no strength left and fell into a coma with his eyes closed tightly. His face, which was rosy after drinking some wine, turned pale with vomiting, and his heart ached.

There is nothing in the stomach anymore, but it is still cramping and painful.

Putting Pei Jiuji back on the bed, he instinctively curled up because of the pain, Cheng Beimo couldn't rest assured, and connected to the lost city communication.

"City Lord." Hu Zuo and Hu You are on standby at any time.

"Is Lian Lian here?" A brief command.

Lian Lian quickly connected, immature but not immature, "City Lord."

Cheng Beimo thought for a while, and asked the doctor, "What should I do if I vomit?"

Being asked too abruptly again and again, the doctor's consultation is always detailed, "What is the trigger? Is it vomiting from food accumulation, vomiting from high fever, vomiting from intracranial high pressure, or physiological vomiting from pregnant women."

Obviously, when they guessed the last one again and again, something flashed in the eyes of the two guardians.

This is impossible, let’s say that Mrs. Yazhai is a man first, and then with the coldness of their city lord, they will not send back to Lost City directly because of other women’s communications at such a late hour, and they are not his children. Call Xi Jiang up, unless it is someone he is particularly concerned about, he will not worry about asking about Lost City.

Cheng Beimo said, "I drank too much."

Then the two exchanged, and finally said again and again, "I don't eat properly, and my stomach gas doesn't drop. Now that I'm done vomiting, let him sleep. Don't catch a cold, and get ready for a light meal tomorrow morning."

After finishing the communication, Pei Jiuji hugged himself on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Cheng Beimo remembered not to catch a cold, so he closed his clothes and hugged him to warm up, covered him with a quilt, and fell asleep.

The person who was no longer uncomfortable at night stretched out his foot and wanted to kick him instinctively, but this time he was clamped by another person and put back under the quilt.

Can't catch a cold, hugged and continued to sleep.

So when Pei Jiuji woke up the next morning, Cheng Beimo was still in the same bed with him, and Pei Jiuji was lying in Cheng Beimo's arms so unapologetically.

Cheng Beimo let go of him upon hearing the sound, and the two of them still put on clothes together, nothing happened.

Only the half of the apple that fell on the ground was completely oxidized and turned yellow where it was bitten open overnight, proclaiming the intense desire last night.

Pei Jiuji got up from the bed, he didn't have much memory left, but he knew that he must have done something he shouldn't have done, otherwise why would he wake up in his arms this morning, he said in a panic, "Yes, I'm sorry, Mr. Cheng." He grabbed his clothes and fled.

The memory of the previous night was like a procedural wave, and after calming down, it was as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Beimo took off the clothes he had worn all night, and before it was still early, he threw them into the washing and drying machine, cleaned and ironed them automatically.

Just as he was standing in front of the washing machine in a daze waiting to be cleaned, there was a knock on the door, and Pei Jiuji was still standing at the door, his clothes in a mess, and he needed to borrow something from his senior room, "Mr. Cheng, can you borrow me to wash your clothes?" ?"

"it is good."

So the two of them wrapped themselves in quilts, obediently squatted in front of the washing machine, and waited.

"That..." Pei Jiuji, who knew for the first time that he would do this when he drank too much, scratched his head in embarrassment, "I didn't do anything last night."

"No." Cheng Beimo's answer reassured him a little, and after a while Cheng Beimo stood up, "I'll take a shower first, you can take a shower later, the white porridge and pickles made for you are on the table, finish drinking. "

"Oh, good." Pei Jiuji agreed, and after Cheng Beimo went in, he continued to squat in front of the washing machine while holding the porridge.

Said I didn't do anything, why is my waist so sore, and... my lips hurt a little?

The author has something to say: As we all know, the deleted version... I really didn't write anything during the review! TVT