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Chapter 82 You Are Salty

"Feng Jimeng, eat slowly, there is time. I will drive you off before it is too late."

There is still plenty of time at noon, and there is only one hour between school in the afternoon and evening self-study, which is enough for students who eat in the school cafeteria, but for Feng Jimeng, who spends more than half an hour on the way back and forth, it is still not enough. a little nervous.

He slammed the rice in the bowl clean: "I've finished eating."

Yang Fan pushed the remaining broccoli flowers to Feng Jimeng: "Eat up the leftover vegetables."

Feng Jimeng glanced at Yang Fan, didn't say anything, picked up the chopsticks again and stuffed the green and not very cooked plants into his mouth, chewed them a few times, and swallowed them whole.

After eating, he went straight to the refrigerator, and as soon as he opened the refrigerator door, Yang Fan said, "Drink water or scented tea, and drink less Coke."

Feng Jimeng's fingers paused silently in front of a row of steaming Cokes, walked around the scented tea, picked up the cup of mint water and drank it. After drinking, the heat all over his body was suppressed, and he sighed comfortably .

"Brother, I'm leaving."

"Don't you want me to send it?"

Feng Jimeng glanced at the time: "It's in time. It will take about the same time for you to send me off."

"That's fine." Yang Fan got up, poured the bottle of cold lemon chrysanthemum tea from the refrigerator into a thermos, added a few more ice cubes, and handed it to Feng Jimeng, "Take it to drink at night."

Feng Jimeng's face was full of resistance.

But Yang Fan forced it into his hand: "What did we say, no more than two cans of Coke a day, drink plenty of water."

"Then I'll buy mineral water."

"It's so hot, drink some herbal tea to relieve the heat."

Feng Jimeng reluctantly took the pot and left.

The tutoring has been going on for half a month, and the intensity is higher than everyone imagined.At the beginning, Wu Zhenwen said that classes would be held normally during the day, and evening self-study would be used for everyone to fill in the gaps. But in fact, evening self-study will also be used for class. No wonder it is compulsory to attend, and sometimes homework has to be rushed back.

Not only is the intensity high, but in mid-July at 37 degrees Celsius, even though the classrooms are in good condition and equipped with air conditioners, they are actually still hot. Aroused by the heat, everyone is very irritable.

Tonight's self-study was taken up by the math teacher for another two sessions, and Feng Jimeng hadn't finished her homework in the remaining time, and there were still a lot of wrong questions waiting to be seen.When I was in class, I could only keep up with the notes on the teacher’s blackboard. After listening to it, I only understood a little, and the remaining half of my mind was only thinking. Let’s read it after self-study. If I don’t understand, I can ask Jian Hang to explain it.As a result, the courses were drawn up quickly, and the questions were also done quickly. The self-study was only enough for homework. In half a month, half of the math and physics wrong questions had been piled up and had not been transcribed.

These two subjects are Feng Jimeng's weak subjects. English, biology and chemistry are all pretty good now, while Chinese, mathematics and physics are not as good.When he realized that he was avoiding the field he was not good at, he decided to spend two nights to transcribe the wrong questions in these two subjects first, and then spend two nights to go through them all carefully and mark the test points for future review.

After making up her mind, after the evening self-study, Feng Jimeng walked all the way to plan the time for tonight, expecting to finish the math before two o'clock.He walked so fast with his head buried that he didn't even notice the people on the side of the road when he was squatting under the streetlight of Yang Fan.Until Yang Fan called him: "Feng Jimeng, is there gold on the road?"

After Feng Jimeng stopped walking and turned around to see him, Yang Fan said again: "Is it too heavy to lift your head because of the heavy school work?"

Feng Jimeng shouted in surprise: "Brother, why are you here?" Just after he finished asking, he saw that there was a motorcycle under Yang Fan's crotch, which was still very stylish.

Yang Fan patted the back seat of the car: "Come up."

"Where are you going?" Although he was full of doubts, he sat down honestly.

"Take you for a walk and have some supper."

Feng Jimeng hesitated for a while: "Forget it, I haven't finished my homework yet."

"It's nothing if you don't finish writing once."

"The teacher will say."

"Are you afraid that the teacher will tell you?"

"...I have written it all, and I will feel uncomfortable if I don't finish it."

Yang Fan slammed down the accelerator of the motorcycle: "I found that you are somewhat obsessive-compulsive."

After living in his house for half a month, Yang Fan found that Feng Jimeng's room was always tidy.He got Feng Jimeng a new desk with a small bookshelf, and found that the books listed on the bookshelf were arranged in the order of subjects, and the air-conditioning quilt covered was folded every day.At first, when I found out that Feng Jimeng was making the quilt, I thought he was embarrassed to live in someone else's house, but after half a month, I finally found out that he still has this beautiful habit.

There were few people and cars on the streets at night, motorcycles were speeding along the banks of the Hongcheng River, the heat of the day subsided, and the cool water vapor wrapped in the wind fluttered on Feng Jimeng's face.He hugged Yang Fan's waist, pressed his face against his back, and smelled the smell of sweat on his body.

"Whose car is it?"

"Xiao Pan, do you have any impression of that kid who is new to my car wash shop?"

"Ah."

"I helped him modify the engine, listen to this sound, it's not bad."

Not long after, the car had already driven out of Hongcheng City, and was speeding along the eight-lane road leading to the high-speed rail station in the west. This was obviously not the way to go for a late-night snack.

Feng Jimeng asked: "Where are you taking me?"

"Eat supper." How is it, do you feel good? "

Feng Jimeng squinted her eyes and raised her face, blowing the night wind blowing on her face for a while, temporarily leaving behind the piles of characters and wrong questions.

"Cool."

"Then hold me tight."

As soon as Feng Jimeng's arms tightened, Yang Fan instantly increased his speed, the accelerator roared, and the passing scenery behind him flickered into an afterimage.

Soon, they stopped outside the high-speed rail station.Because of such a station, there is a circle of brightly lit shops in a place about ten kilometers away from Hongcheng, where there are no villages or shops behind.With the door open, travelers with tired faces sat.

Yang Fan led them to a restaurant called "Small Bowl Steam".

Feng Jimeng looked at the barbecue restaurant next to this store, and asked, "Are you sure you didn't go into the wrong store?"

"If you want to eat barbecue, go to the stall by the Hongcheng River next time."

In the middle of the night, the shop was full.Yang Fan took Feng Jimeng to the second floor and found an empty seat, took the menu and ordered.

Feng Jimeng looked at Yang Fan's excited look: "Is it so delicious? I ran so far."

Yang Fan took out two pairs of chopsticks and handed a pair to Feng Jimeng.

"You'll know when you eat."

After finishing speaking, the waiter came up with food.It is indeed a small bowl, a little bigger than the ordinary rice bowl at home. There are all kinds of steamed vegetables in a row of small bowls, steamed pork with flour, steamed roasted white, steamed smooth pork, as well as shrimp dumplings, crystal buns, rice cakes... all kinds of things. Small dishes, small bowls, and small steamers set up half a table.

"It's delicious."

Feng Jimeng puffed up her cheeks and said "Mmm", and had no time to elaborate.After finishing five or six small bowls and two steamers, he slowed down and picked up the first soup dumpling.The soup in the soup dumpling was fresh and hot, Feng Jimeng took small bites and sucked it slowly.

Yang Fan was not hungry, he pushed open the window after eating two chopsticks, lit a cigarette and stretched out his hand, taking a puff from time to time, watching Feng Jimeng eat.

"I'm very curious about something, I've wanted to ask you for a long time." Yang Fan said.

"what's up?"

"I heard that you used your father's relationship to get a teacher in Hongzhong fired in the first year of high school, so no teacher dared to discipline you. Is this the case?"

Feng Jimeng swallowed her food, wiped her mouth, and looked at Yang Fan: "What do you think?"

Yang Fan suddenly reached out to cover Feng Jimeng's forehead, stroked his bangs upwards, revealing his complete face.Yang Fan looked at it for a while: "It doesn't feel like you would do such a thing, I'm just curious."

"What if I did?"

"Then you are a bullying little bastard." Yang Fan let go of his hair and pinched his face, "But you are still very cute."

Feng Jimeng lowered his head and slowly bit his soup dumpling again. After eating one, he said: "I did get him fired, but it's none of my dad's business."

At that time, Feng Jimeng had just realized that he might be crooked. After downloading the same-sex dating software, he neither understood the ecology of the software nor how to hide himself. He used his own photos, and there was no hiding distance, so he got to know each other. The first person they met turned out to be a young teacher in their class.

The first offline appointment, the teacher wanted to lure him into bed, but after being rejected by Feng Jimeng, he began to sexually harass and threaten him in the software all day long, and specifically picked on him during class.Feng Jimeng was so annoyed and couldn't bear it, she collected all the evidence and reported the matter to the school.

The school, that teacher, including Feng Jimeng, didn't want to make this matter a big deal, so the school dealt with that teacher immediately without calling the police.The school leaders probably didn't want to offend Feng Changxiong, and at Feng Jimeng's request, they didn't report this matter to his parents.

Not many people knew about this matter, everyone only saw that the teacher made things difficult for Feng Jimeng on weekdays, so it didn't take long for such rumors to spread.Feng Jimeng is not someone who knows how to explain, so he thought that it would just save more people from coming to trouble him.

After hearing Feng Jimeng's words, Yang Fan gritted his teeth.

"Fuck, what the hell. It's a good thing you caught this guy out, otherwise other students will be unlucky in the future."

I don't know if it's because Feng Jimeng was not very happy when he talked about it, so he put down his chopsticks.

"Have you finished eating? Go home after eating."

Feng Jimeng wiped his mouth: "Eat well."

On the way back, Yang Fan rode very slowly, like a joyride, and the soft night wind felt very comfortable on his body, but he remained silent all the way.

"elder brother."

"how?"

"Are you still angry?"

"Angry, if I knew where that kid was, I would beat him right now until his mother didn't even know him."

Feng Jimeng pulled down Yang Fan's back collar, and looked at the four characters on his back shoulder through the yellow light of the street lamp.After shedding a layer of skin, the place has healed.

"Brother, don't be angry, I didn't suffer."

Looking at him, I couldn't help laughing, and rubbed my fingers again.

"You are not allowed to use that software again, do you know?"

"Since you logged off 'Fish from Other Hills', I haven't logged on, and the software has been uninstalled."

He rubbed a little hard, passing a street lamp, he saw that the skin turned red, Feng Jimeng thought for a while and wanted to imprint his lips on it, after a while, he stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it again.

He said, "Brother, you are salty."

Yang Fan shivered slightly, and said a little irritably in front: "Sweating is not salty. Dirty, don't get it."

Feng Jimeng suddenly took a bite at that place, causing Yang Fan to hiss in pain.

"It hurts... little ancestor, take it easy."

"You bit my face too."

Yang Fan didn't speak, but slowed down the speed of the car again.

Feng Jimeng glued her lips on to his skin again, coquettishly: "Then I'd better kiss you."

Yang Fan coughed lightly, but his throat was still a little hoarse as if it was blocked by something.

"Bao'er, I'm serious, don't do it, just hold me well."

"what happened?"

"...the pants are about to burst."

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