The cold and ruthless school bully's school god, Xiaojiaofu

"Brother Jing, where are you?"

Xie Ting pressed a few times with his mobile phone, leaning against the streetlight with a bag in his hand, his lazy expression indicated that he was waiting for someone.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, the side scene had equipment in one hand and the camera in the other, and he had no hands to pick out his pocket at all. It was not until he walked out of the creative park and the mottled building disappeared behind him that his heart and brain returned to normal.

"Men are our prey."

Bian Jing’s reading comprehension is generally full marks, and points are rarely deducted. The Chinese test papers are always the neatest and most organized. The Chinese teacher has praised his handwriting and answer logic many times.

Praise him for his ability to fully understand the central idea expressed by the author in every reading comprehension.

Now, he used this comprehension ability on Sister Lan.

The thin sweat behind him began to dry, and the moisture was stuffed under the jacket, moistening the body.

Therefore, Sister Lan discovered his orientation.

Although Bian Jing doesn't want to keep it a secret for the rest of his life, there may be someone like Sister Lan who has experienced vicissitudes of life by his side. He only needs to glance at him for a few days, and he can see through you whether you want it or not.

Bian Jing shuddered.

From a distance, I saw a young man leaning against a street lamp, carrying a black canvas bag.

Those who didn't know thought he was waiting for the traffic light, but Bian Jing knew that Xie Ting was waiting for him.

"Brother Ting." Bian Jing approached.

"coming?"

Xie Ting took the equipment in his hand and asked, "Why is your face so pale?"

Bian Jing couldn't see his own face, and he didn't have a mirror for him to refer to, but he knew why his face was pale. It was the first time in this world that someone who saw that he liked men had appeared.

"It's okay, maybe I'm tired." Bian Jing said.

"Oh."

The two teenagers who were similar in stature walked towards the bus station in silence. Xie Ting looked at the side scene with an expression that didn't seem as simple as being tired, but he didn't want to talk about it, even if he asked him himself.

Sometimes Xie Ting is very helpless with Bianjing's character of being bored about everything, and he can't be forced.

"Are you tired from work?"

Bian Jing put the camera on his back, and the side strap of the camera bag stretched Bian Jing's chest and waist. Xie Ting's eyes moved from Bian Jing's face to that inch-thin waist for a while before moving away.

"It's okay, but I met a not-so-good model."

Xie Ting asked: "Is it difficult?"

Bian Jing is used to responding with a nasal voice: "Yeah."

"Male and female?"

"Female, I photographed women's clothing."

One question and one answer, the topic was pieced together intermittently.

"How is it?"

"Just big breasts, long legs, thin waist, and being as proud as a princess." Bian Jing commented on a girl for the first time, even though he told himself to be calm and to the point.

But he still took the anger of being seen through by Sister Lan, and vented his anger on Xiaoxiao.

Xie Ting leaned against the railing of the bus stop, he didn't dislike dust, he looked lazily, turned his head to look at the side view, the side view was different from him, he stood upright at all times, tall and straight like a Populus euphratica.

"You don't like this?"

Bian Jing glanced at him with strong emotion and resentment, and said, "How could I like this."

Xie Ting thought of Xiao Qiangwei, Xiao Qiangwei belonged to the kind of beauty that high school boys would like at first glance, pure and pure.

This model is obviously not the same as Xiao Qiangwei, it's normal not to like the side view.

"That's right." Xie Ting said.

Bian Jing looked at him from the side, their question and answer took a few seconds to chat, Bian Jing paid attention to the bus while paying attention to him, and asked, "What?"

Xie Ting: "Nothing."

Today's Xie Ting is not in high spirits, Bian Jing feels it strongly.

"Did you get scolded by your parents at home?"

Fear nothing, fear nothing, the school bully that everyone fears is the last family status at home.

When Bian Jing thought of this, he wanted to laugh.

Xie Ting thought of those crooked parents. In the morning, he saw these two kissing each other good morning and saying good morning to each other.

He was really fed up.

Anyway, I'm in my seventies and eighties, so please restrain yourself.

"That's right, Bureau Xie and Secretary Yu didn't treat their son as a human being at all at home." If he could be a human being, he wouldn't abuse the dog in front of his son.

Bian Jing smiled, seeing him deflated, the usually cold and stern school bully now had an expression full of grievances.

Bian Jing walked over, leaned on the railing of the bus stop he was leaning on, stretched out his free hand to touch the school bully's head, and coaxed: "Okay, okay, don't be wronged, don't you love your parents? I think Bureau Xie and Secretary Yu are doing well."

Xie Ting rolled his eyes at him, and said in his heart: "Sure enough, there is no such thing as empathy in the world."

Before the bus came, Bian Jing and Xie Ting leaned against the railing and continued chatting.

Suddenly, Xie Ting asked him: "Brother Jing, what kind of girl do you like?"

Bian Jing paused and asked him, "Why do you ask this question suddenly?"

Xie Ting: "Didn't that mean that the female model has a good figure? You don't like this, so what kind do you like?"

"You are like this."

Bian Jing answered secretly in his heart.

"I like cool ones. No one dares to approach them at school. They have good grades and a good heart." Boy.

After Bian Jing answered, his eyes stared at Xie Ting.

Xie Ting lowered his head, depressed in his heart, except for the first one, Xiao Xiaohua won all of them: "That's it."