Wear to the villain when he was young

Fu Yunchuan covered his lips abruptly, a look of bewilderment flashed in his glazed eyes, fuck, what are you doing.

The next second, with a leap, he grabbed the note, thinking that he was quick enough to escape the catastrophe, but who knew——

The slender wrist was firmly grasped.

His eyes fell from Su Moran's stern face to the red spot where the two of them held each other, and reminded him with a smile: "Student Su, you hurt me."

There was a tremolo in the tone.

Su Moran let go of his hand suddenly, his eyes were full of disgust.

Fu Yunchuan's goal was achieved, his hands were free again, and he stuffed the note into his pocket without even thinking about it.

After taking a long breath, he smiled silly at Su Moran: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, you continue to sleep."

After his fuss, Su Moran couldn't sleep. He glanced at the position of his pocket, and there was an expression in his eyes that no one could peep at.

Reflexively, Fu Yunchuan covered his pockets with his hands, moved his body sideways, and pressed against the wall tightly, with a rippling smile on his face.

Xia Bing in front rolled his eyes when he saw Fu Yunchuan's cowardice, this guy must be possessed by something.

He whispered, "Chuan'er."

"Chuan'er."

It sounded like a soul call.

Fu Yunchuan withdrew his smiling face towards Su Moran, turned his head to look at Xia Bing, pursed his lips and blew on the yellow hair on his forehead, and replied in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Xia Bing: "Go play after class."

Fu Yunchuan raised his eyebrows with an expression of "Are you okay?": "Be careful of losing your pants."

Xia Bing provocatively said: "Brother will not lose."

"Bump!" The sound of the chair hitting the ground suddenly interrupted the chat between Fu Yunchuan and Xia Bing.

Fu Yunchuan's eyes fell on Su Moran, from the slender legs all the way up to the young man's charming Adam's apple, lightly pursed lips, and finally met that compelling gaze.

The young man's eyes were sharp, and the people who watched him fought without feeling cold, but Fu Yunchuan didn't take it seriously, and still greeted him with a smile on his face.

He obediently stood up, silently waiting for Su Moran's next move.

1 minute and 2 minutes passed... I waited for a full 5 minutes.

Someone said nothing, put his hand in his trouser pocket, turned and left with a cold face.

Fu Yunchuan: "..."

When Su Moran walked out of the classroom, Fu Yunchuan came back to his senses. He pouted, took out his notebook and wrote down another:

5. It's still a bad day.

Don't think that Fu Yunchuan came here, he also has a petty temper, he looks so tired like a grandson, and in the end someone doesn't appreciate it, what the fuck is wrong.

In order to express his dissatisfaction, he took out the note just now from his pocket, first drew a turtle, and then wrote two lines:

Look at the fart! Look at it!

Are you blind!

Then he threw it at Xia Bing forcefully.

If you can't offend Su Moran, Xia Bing can still do it.

The ball of paper bounced from Xia Bing's head to the ground aside, and by coincidence, it fell in front of Su Moran who had just come back from the outside.

Fu Yunchuan raised his hand to cover his face in a heartless manner, fuck!

Fortunately, Xia Bing reacted in time. When Su Moran didn't move, he picked it up, shook the note, and said recklessly, "Fu Yunchuan gave it to me."

There is pride in the tone.

Su Moran didn't even look at him, she raised her foot and walked forward, when she crossed his stool, she accidentally hooked it.

Then--

Xia Bing fell to the ground in the most vigorous posture—spreading all over.

Everyone: "..."

what happened?

who am I?

where am I?

Su Moran continued walking without even looking at Xia Bing.

Hearing the voice, Fu Yunchuan moved his hand away, squeezed the space between his brows, and looked at Xia Bing who fell on the ground, hey, I really couldn't see it.

This ass must be broken into eight petals.

He silently gave a handful of sympathetic tears.

Su Moran sat down, took out the phone from his pocket, and started playing on his own.

Fu Yunchuan stared at him for a few seconds, then whispered, "Do you want to add a WeChat?"

"..."

"It's okay if you don't add WeChat, why don't you share your phone number with each other? This is convenient for contact."

"..."

"Or, or add a QQ, and have a chance to fight the king together?" Fu Yunchuan made three suggestions in a row, waiting for someone's answer with full satisfaction.

With contact information, is that far from success!

After waiting for a long time, the cold and sullen young man never replied a word.

Fu Yunchuan put a hot face on his cold butt again, and his heart also turned cold.However, he comforted himself: a boy in the second year of middle school, there will always be a time when he can overcome it, come on!

That day, he asked him to call him Dad.

After school, Xia Bing came to play ball with Fu Yunchuan. He naturally took the white backpack from his hand and put it on his shoulder: "Go, brother will show you what is strong."

Fu Yunchuan ignored him, turned to Su Moran and said, "Do you want to play together?"

Su Moran took out the black backpack from the drawer, with an indifferent face, without even moving his brows, the temperature around him suddenly dropped a few degrees.

He didn't speak, and Fu Yunchuan didn't leave, he just stared at him straight, his glazed eyes shining with light.

That ray of light was hot and charming, and there was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if expecting something.

Su Moran picked up the schoolbag and put it on his shoulder. His eyes first fell on Fu Yunchuan's face, and then on the place where Xia Bing put his shoulders. He paused for a few seconds, then raised his feet and left.

Fu Yunchuan: "Hey..."

Xia Bing stopped him: "Okay, people ignore you, you are still there, annoying."

Fu Yunchuan raised his hand to pat him: "It's not all your fault, why didn't you speak for me just now."

Xia Bing touched his nose: "Let's go, go play."

Fu Yunchuan looked at the figure of the young man in front of him, curled his lips, okay, we have to continue tomorrow.

……

After playing basketball for four or 10 minutes, it turned from a two-person competition to a personal display of basketball skills. Fu Yunchuan's height of 1.8 meters [-], coupled with his delicate facial features and sweet smile, fascinated the onlookers.

There were occasional screams all around.

"Ah ah ah ah ah, good senior, I can."

"Fuck, this is too fucking handsome."

"Hey, this one seems to be to my liking."

"I unilaterally declare that he will be my boyfriend from now on."

"..."

The voices of the discussion became louder and louder. Someone took out his mobile phone and took several photos of the figure shooting basketball in the playground, and then happily posted them on the campus website.

For a while, the campus network was also boiling. It’s not uncommon for boys to be handsome. It’s not uncommon for boys to not only look handsome but also shoot so A. It’s not uncommon for boys to be handsome and shoot A like this. Even if it's sexy, it's too cute.

The Jiugong grid is accompanied by a picture, the title is - the best boyfriend candidate.

There are tall buildings built with comments below.

【Hold!What's the name of the little brother, please tell me? 】

【This is my food, don't grab it from any of you. 】

【Ahhh, this is what I like. 】

[I'm going to block him at the door of the classroom. 】

【…】

After a while, Fu Yunchuan's valiant and heroic demeanor spread all over the campus network, but he himself didn't know about it. Looking at the students all around who were cheering for him, he made a high-altitude jump, and once again used the most handsome posture to throw the ball The dunk into the goal frame ended the play.

Xia Bing unscrewed the bottle cap for Fu Yunchuan himself, and handed it to him: "Here."

Fu Yunchuan took it with a smile, raised the water bottle, and poured it down on top of his head, shaking his head while falling. In the afterglow of the setting sun, countless drops of water rose from the boy's hair, in a provocative posture.

Just as everyone was fascinated by the sight, suddenly, a ball in front of them was thrown towards this end while spinning. The ball was very fast.

Fu Yunchuan paused, and inadvertently caught sight of the trajectory of the ball. He glanced sideways and saw a charming Adam's apple that belonged to a certain person from the crowd. His heart trembled, not good.

Without even thinking about it, he rushed forward.

The ball hit Fu Yunchuan's waist heavily, and he threw himself into Su Moran's arms with force, and put his hands on his chest. The two of them were close to each other, with the tip of their noses on his face, their posture was particularly ambiguous.

Fu Yunchuan stabilized his mind, raised his head and the first question he asked was: "Are you okay?"

Su Moran's eyes suddenly became dark, and his arms tensed.

After the shock, everyone reacted, gasping one after another, the scene of the two together is simply too hot.

"Chuan'er, how are you? Are you hurt?" Xia Bing walked over a few steps and asked Fu Yunchuan's arm.

Fu Yunchuan shook his head, "It's nothing serious."

Su Moran's gaze fell to a place a few meters away, where four people were walking towards, obviously, they were the ones who threw the ball.

His eyes gradually narrowed, and when no one was paying attention, his hands clenched into fists.

Fu Yunchuan turned his head to look, his eyes fell on the boy with the tallest character, and he recalled the plot in the book in his mind, if he remembered correctly, the boy in front of him who looked like a bully was Zhou Qiang.

The prince of the Zhou Group.

The person who likes to be domineering because of his bad money is especially at odds with Su Moran. When he was in junior high school, he liked to find someone to bully Su Moran.

Although I didn't get any benefits, this bad habit continued until high school.

Fu Yunchuan pushed the tip of his tongue against the back of the tooth socket, damn it, he will never change his nature!

Zhou Qiang walked over with his lips slanted, his eyes full of disdain: "Yo, I'm sorry, classmate, is your waist okay? A man's waist is a big deal, so be careful if you break it."

"Haha, Brother Qiang is right." The two middle school boys who followed Zhou Qiang laughed wildly.

After laughing, I started to chase away the classmates who were watching the excitement. In the huge playground, only a few people were left in an instant.

Fu Yunchuan glanced at Su Moran out of the corner of his eye, and said before him, "I forgot to brush my teeth when I came out. Do you need to introduce a toothpaste to you, which is specially designed to treat bad breath."

"Pfft." Xia Bing chuckled.

Zhou Qiang pointed at Fu Yunchuan, "Damn, who the hell are you, dare to scold me."

Fu Yunchuan took two steps forward, straightened his back, suppressed the smile in his eyes, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "You are the one who scolded!"