Squad leader, this academic bully steals

Lin Yanxiu was woken up by the heat. When he woke up, he was 5 minutes earlier than the previous alarm clock, but he was indeed woken up by the heat. When he got up, he realized that he was wrapped in a silkworm chrysalis.

He pushed the quilt up with some strength, only to see a pile of clothes on the quilt, one piled up one after another, tightly covered.

Even some of the clothes on it are very new, and the tags are still hanging on them.

He saw a corner of a piece of clothing, and immediately flipped it down, and sure enough, he saw the black windbreaker that Jing Chong was wearing yesterday.

Joy suddenly overwhelmed the sky.

Some delicate thoughts can't help coming out, does it mean that Jing Chong also likes him?Is it because Jing Chong treats him so well because he likes him?

Whether you like him or not, he is very important to you!

Thinking of this, Lin Yanxiu felt a little satisfied.

Since he knew he was sick, he has been working hard every day to squeeze out something that can fill him with positive energy in very small things, telling himself that warmth is everywhere, and don't give up lightly.

He secretly pulled the windbreaker from the bottom layer to the top, held it in his arms and took a deep breath. In addition to the warm breath in contact with the quilt, there was also a little Jing Chong's smell.

He narrowed his eyes, so happy.

There was even the smell of dust flying in the playground last night.

The rancid smell full of love also wafted out, making Lin Yanxiu's face flushed red.

Although the school prohibits dating, the couples on the dimly lit playground after self-study in the evening are still walking hand in hand one by one.

With the bright moonlight, you can also see the shadows of lovers cuddling each other on the plastic lawn.

He and Jing Chong ran five laps in such an environment, and none of these five laps had him thinking about the future with Jing Chong.

During the few laps he ran, he kept his head up, his eyes fixed on the moon and the stars in the sky, and childishly made many wishes.

He has never made a wish to the moon, as if he was afraid of not granting him, he spoke in a very pleading tone.

He didn't want to be able to be with Jing Chong, but only hoped that he could meet someone better, grow old together, and have a full family of children and grandchildren.

But I really want to be with him, hold hands like ordinary couples, and grow old together.

The mood of last night suddenly returned to his head, and the two voices kept arguing in his head, so heavy that he couldn't even lift his head.

His hands holding the windbreaker trembled a little, and his thoughts suddenly became chaotic again.

What if it can't be cured?

What if it has always been like this?

Ah ah ah ah ah ah...

He shrank back, buried his head in his clothes, hugged Jing Chong's windbreaker tightly and did not let go, took a few quick breaths, finally controlled the negative energy and adjusted his emotions.

When will this life end?When will it be good?When can I be like a normal person?

When he passed the cabinet, he felt that countless hands were stretched out from the cabinet, all pulling the string in his mind. He controlled his body and walked out of Room 2 quickly.

He now has more and more hands in the hall, and countless hands stretch out from every room to pull his body, as if to pull him into the abyss.

Control it, if the string is broken, the person will be useless.

He came out of the dormitory and went directly to the playground. The night was getting longer and longer. When he came, the sky was not yet bright. The campus was full of bright street lights, but the playground was dark. There were only a few lights in front of the rostrum. The wind is struggling to support.

He stood in the wind for a while, then found a stone bench and sat under the camphor tree looking at the sky, waiting for dawn.

He wants to see how the campus looks with its eyes open, and he wants to see how the sun breaks through the darkness.

Is Li Ming praised by those poets really like a new life? Can he also get a new life like them?

I can't hold on anymore.

If you don't look at it, you really can't stick to it.

If you don't tell yourself some crooked truths, you really can't hold on.

Lin Yanxiu waited for more than 20 minutes in the cold wind but did not wait for dawn, but waited for his little friend who came to run.

He looked up at the sky, it was pitch black, and even the air was a little damp.

Jing Chong ran towards him from a distance, his tone was a little anxious, "Where have you been?"

As soon as Jing Chong woke up, he went directly to Room [-]. Last night, he had his brain cramped and pressed all his clothes on, and he didn't keep any of them for himself.

After coming to Room 2, Lin Yanxiu had already passed by, every piece of clothing was neatly folded, and Jia Zixi's coat was quietly covered on his own quilt.

Jing Chong was used to Lin Yanxiu getting up early, and he was a little anxious when he returned to class and found that there was no one in the class.

He asked around in the class, and the friends didn't know where Lin Yanxiu had gone.He ran out of the class and his heart was pounding, and the pale face and retching of the man kept playing in his mind.

He non-stop ran all the corners of the Western School, and when he was about to go to the East School, he heard the sound of assembly and running.

When I turned from the museum building to go to the playground, I saw Lin Yanxiu standing under the camphor tree.

Not many people came to the playground. The man stood in the empty playground with a tree with only branches on his head. His thin figure looked helpless and lonely, and that feeling hit Jing Chong's heart directly.

He couldn't help but want to hug him.

"Why didn't you go back to work?"

Lin Yanxiu said, "The class is too boring." It made people breathless.

Jing Chong lowered his eyes, concealing the mixed emotions inside, reached out and patted his head, and took the class flag to lead the exercise.

He wanted to rub and hug him so much, he controlled himself and could only pat him once, really no more.

After eating in the morning, Lin Yanxiu felt a little uncomfortable when he followed Jing Chong back to work. He shook his head to wake himself up a little, "Playing basketball?"

Jing Chong was surprised, "Huh?"

"Li Hao is already the president of the basketball club, do you want to go back to the basketball club?"

"Don't go back, our animation club is pretty good, aren't you still here?"

"Then... are you going to play basketball now?" Lin Yanxiu didn't want to go back to class, and that feeling always hit his brain the moment he returned to class.

Will be anxious, will be helpless, will be desperate, will be restless.

Jing Chong actually wanted to say that he didn't finish his homework and wanted to make up for it, but in the past few days he found that Lin Yanxiu would hang out as much as possible when he was out of class or after school and would not return to work, "Let's go."

During the day after class, he came out for a while, and in the evening between self-study classes, he followed him down and circled around the lawn.

People who used to keep their butt off the stool, why can't they sit still now?

Could it be that it will be uncomfortable in class?

He wanted to ask, but didn't know how to ask.

Lin Yanxiu is such a proud person, no matter how uncomfortable he is, he will never say it out. Jing Chong knows this clearly, and his heart throbs with pain.

You can only cooperate with him silently.

Jing Chong wore a short off-white thin down jacket today, which was tucked up to the waist, making his legs look very long.

Lin Yanxiu felt that the roots of his thighs had reached his belly button.

Inside the jacket is a dark v-neck sweater, which exudes youthful hormones wherever he goes.

Lin Yanxiu was playing with the zipper hanging down on his sleeve, his heart was beating abnormally fast.

His zipper was a circular loop, and he just slipped his fingers in and out to ease his anxiety.

Really like.

"come over."

Really like.

Lin Yanxiu hasn't slept well in the past few days. He always wakes up in the middle of the night. After waking up, he waits for a long time before falling asleep again.

The lunch break he designed before was only 10 minutes, but now he forcibly increased it to 10 minutes.

Even so, sometimes I still can't fall asleep, and my energy is not as good as before.

Some homework can't be finished, so I only do the questions that I don't know well. For the big questions, I only write a few formulas and write the correct answers.

It looks like it was copied from someone else.

Even if I fall asleep, I won't be very at ease. The dream is always ups and downs, and the scene changes like an accelerated movie.

A voice would come out at every turn, asking what to do, what to do, making him difficult to breathe. After waking up suddenly, looking at the class that was on a lunch break, the idea of ​​stealing grew wildly uncontrollably.

After Lin Yanxiu woke up, he clutched his head and had a splitting headache.

Several voices rang in his head.

You can't be cured, you have to be like this all the time.

Stealing small things now, stealing big things later, you can't control it, that's how you should be.

You have to be like this all your life.

Disgusting.

Lin Yanxiu straightened his back, the scene in the class hit his brain violently again, he almost lost his grip.

The picture is still distorted, every desk and schoolbag is shouting, come here, come here.

Everything seemed to have eyes suddenly, staring at Lin Yanxiu.

He suppressed his trembling body, bit his lip, and forcibly suppressed the rising thoughts.

He lowered his head and used a lot of force with his fingers, his fair skin was covered with bruises, and his eyes were a little out of focus.

Lin Yanxiu thought of the breath-holding method when he was in confusion, and he decided to try it. He held his breath and controlled himself not to inhale oxygen.