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Not long after, Shao Jun saw that Luo Qiang's mood had calmed down a lot, and called him over to fulfill his original invitation to fight.

It was a beautiful spring weekend, and the other classes were in full swing for the basketball league, and the team of the seventh class was still suspended, so they could only act as cheerleaders for the other class.

Luo Qiang sat in the corner of the auditorium, not saying a word, quiet and silent.

Instead, Hu Yan and a few others gathered around the big shop, talking and laughing.This brat was punished collectively for fighting, and it was over after the penalty was over, and the pain was forgotten when he recovered, all of which were not stingy.

Qinghe Prison implements a daily grading system for discipline and education. Specifically, grading is based on participation in political studies, cultural classes, cultural and sports activities, factory work, dormitory housekeeping, watching "News Network", writing ideological reports, etc. The maximum score for each day is 10 points.For example, if you have successfully completed all your work and classes, but you have to squat in the latrine after dinner and miss the "News Network" of the day, you can only get 9 points for that day.

This score is related to whether the prisoner can reduce his sentence, whether he can get the right to visit relatives and the frequency of visiting relatives, his treatment in prison, and even the amount of daily necessities purchased in small supermarkets every month.

This time the fight was banned, and the grades of Class [-] on the small blackboard were disastrous.The big shop in the seventh class was poorly managed, picking quarrels and provoking troubles, taking the lead in fighting, and bearing the brunt of it. This month, [-] points were deducted. When Police Officer Shao rattled and deducted points on the small blackboard, his heart ached...

On Luo Qiang's left chest, there was a small tag of "Second Level Strict Control" pinned to his clothes.

This is his level of treatment, which is only lower than the "first-level strict management" that directly makes people chained to the bed with handcuffs and shackles.The rest of Class [-] are all "general management".Like Dahei, who is very honest and never causes trouble. Before he was released from prison, he was a "first-level lenient supervisor", allowed to enter and exit the prison corridor, and helped the prison guards to watch other prisoners.

People like Luo Laoer, in the eyes of others, are the king of Hades, an active volcano, which will explode when it says it will explode, and it will explode someday, it depends on the mood of the man.

Only when police officer Xiao Shao carried it by his side, Luo Qiang felt like a gorilla. The trainer waved a stick in his hand and gave orders to him to raise his arm. He obediently raised his arm and threw it to He has a banana, he obediently eats the banana...

When Shao Jun sneaked into the cheerleading lineup to grab someone, Luo Qiang hesitated for a moment.

It was as if the two of them were about to step closer to another threshold, even closer. Luo Qiang's last line of indifferent psychological defense was crumbling...

Shao Jun: "Let's go to the training room. Let's practice for a while."

Luo Qiang: "...I won't practice with you."

Shao Jun raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong? Afraid of me? Why don't you dare to practice?"

Luo Qiang forced a smile at the corner of his mouth: "How to practice, train you? ... It's just your little arms and legs, which break when you poke them out. I can do it?"

Shao Jun was stubborn: "Fuck! What are you so awesome? You wait for one of us to break the other!"

What Luo Qiang said was from the bottom of his heart, but Shao Jun didn't get the taste: We have small arms and legs, how can we do it...

The more this is the case, the more Luo Qiang wants to hide, he can't explain what kind of complicated mentality, Shao Xiaosan'er is a cop after all, and this person is a policeman.What if the prisoner who sleeps in the next bed to him turns over and presses down on him to cool off his anger and vent his desire nearby, and still think about entanglement? !

I hate the police the most in my life. What do I do? I am incompatible with these cops.

But how could there be a guy like San Mantou in the world?

Feed him delicious food, protect him, coax him, and let him see the note from his father for the last time.

How did you meet such a person?

……

That day, Shao Jun did not dare to bring Luo Qiang into the police training room after all.There are often colleagues in the training room who are exercising and boxing, so it is not convenient to chat.

Shao Jun led him to the special psychological catharsis room in the prison area.

What is this psychological catharsis room for?Prisons these days pay attention to humanized and modern management, and have various supporting facilities for the lives of prisoners. In addition to standard infrastructure such as libraries, basketball courts, and entertainment rooms, each prison area is also equipped with a psychologist and a psychological catharsis room. Provide outlets for inmates with emotional conditions to confide and vent.

Shao Jun asked: "Doctor Zhang next door, you go talk to her?"

Luo Qiang pouted: "No."

Shao Jun seriously: "Talk to her about your past affairs!"

Luo Qiang squinted: "Haven't I finished chatting with you? Don't you know everything!"

Shao Jun said: "Bengjie, next time you get sick, I will sleep with you in the confinement room, that damn place?! Dr. Zhang is a very nice person, a decent doctor of psychology, he has experience, and he can definitely prescribe the right medicine for you. Intermittent mania or something, treat the disease if you have a disease, and take medicine if you have medicine."

Shao Jun teased nonsense, Luo Qiang said disdainfully: "Go away, I'm fine, I'm not sick at all, if I'm not sick, give me medicine and mental illness!"

Luo Qiang thought to himself, besides, the psychiatrist is an aunt in her 40s, several years older than me, and I have no sexual interest in middle-aged aunts.

If you want to talk, you can also talk with Mantou, talk about what is in your heart...

The psychological catharsis room is a small closed room ten meters square. The floor and surrounding walls are covered with thick sponge leather cushions, and sandbags are hung in the middle of the room.

Luo's second father recently lost his father, and he was in a bad mood. The guard took him to the psychological catharsis room to punch him. This is a duty within the scope of work.

Shao Jun took off his uniform jacket, Luo Qiang also took off his prison uniform, they both wore vests, and each put on boxing gloves.

The two of them slammed the sandbags first to warm up, and then out of the fire, Shao Jun suddenly punched Luo Qiang in the side with a straight punch, quickly igniting the flames of war!

Luo Qiang afraid of fists?As soon as he lowered his head to avoid the punch, bang was a counterattack.

You have to hold back your strength in the counterattack, for fear that Shao Jun's reaction will be slow and he won't be able to dodge it, and it will hurt if he hits.

Could Shao Jun's reaction be slow?With a clatter, he leaned back and dodged his body, and then he began to sweep with his feet and sneak up on the lower body...

The two of them didn't say a word, they buried their heads in the fight, you punched, I kicked, they fought extremely seriously and focused, only the muffled sound of rough panting and muscle collision could be heard in the air.

One is more stubborn than the other, neither admit defeat nor want to expose their vulnerability in front of each other.

Luo Qiang's vest collar was loosened by Shao Jun's fist, and he grinned, revealing a straight and strong collarbone that could stab someone to death.

Shao Jun's trouser waist was loose, and his white feet were bare with slender arches.

Shao Jun missed an uppercut, followed the force, threw his body out and landed on Luo Qiang's shoulder.Luo Qiang withdrew back, the two of them put their shoulders on each other, their chests collided with their chests, and every tough line on their chests seemed to fit together perfectly in an instant...

Sweat melted on each other's bodies during close combat, and water droplets splashed from their foreheads to each other's faces.

Half an inch from the tip of Shao Jun's nose was the fresh injury on Luo Qiang's collarbone, which he had whipped with his own hand, and it hadn't fully healed yet, the salty sweat mixed with the smell of blood froth rushed into his nose.

Shao Jun's chest trembled a little, as if he was struggling with himself, struggling, and feeling uncomfortable.

Luo Qiang's expression was indifferent, his heart sank to the bottom bit by bit, Shao Jun's temperature filled his throat and nose, the smell in Shao Jun's body...

Different roads, different paths, huge disparity in identities, it is impossible for two people to walk side by side in the sun, sweating and having a fight in this hut, this is already the two of them can share with each other openly and honestly. The only chance for each other to taste.

This is the purpose of Shao Jun bringing Luo Qiang here, and the two of them are like mirrors in their hearts.

The two of them hugged each other and rolled to the floor with the sponge cushion, they still refused to let go.

Shao Jun twisted Luo Qiang's legs in a hugging posture, and twisted his legs with a triangle cross. This is a nirvana from their Sanda team at the police academy.

Luo Qiang suddenly strangled Shao Jun's neck with one arm. Seeing that the veins on this man's neck were exposed, his face turned red.

"Let go when you are convinced." Luo Qiang said.

"..." Shao Jun gritted his teeth and did not let go.

"You can compete, don't you agree?"

Luo Qiang has nothing to do with little brats, don't you know that I keep my hands in my hands and let you go?If you really fight, your head will be removed long ago.

"..."

Shao Jun's round ears were flushed red, unconvinced and reconciled, he had nowhere to vent his grievances and entanglements, so he could only vent to Luo Qiang.

When I was young, the children in the compound played together, and whoever snatched Xiao Junjun's toys, Xiao Junjun would open his mouth to bite anyone, and bite off a piece of meat from his little friend's shoulder with a single mouthful. The third master has never done it before!He was a crying bully back then, and he was famous for biting people.

"Ah - fuck me!!!!!!"

Luo Qiang let go of his hand all of a sudden, and cursed: "What the hell are you?! You fucking dare to bite people!!!"

Shao Jun took advantage of it and was immediately pleased. He quickly locked Luo Qiang's leg and ended the battle with a standard knee lock.

Shao Jun narrowed his eyes and threatened: "Admit defeat?"

Luo Qiang was lying on his back, one leg was carried by Shao Jun, and he snorted: "Go away, don't fuck me, I'm getting fucked!"

"Deserved!"

Shao Jun viciously hit the ball with his palm and was about to smash it down, revenge for the previous palm.

Luo Qiang dodged, Shao Jun pinched, the two of them stacked up and down, twisted into a ball, Shao Jun's vest hem lifted up, and accidentally rubbed against Luo Qiang's waist.

The flexible and smooth muscles of the lower abdomen are exposed, very young and beautiful.

Luo Qiang's chest rose and fell violently, his Adam's apple slipped, but his eyes were extremely quiet, and he hummed in a low voice: "...Don't make trouble, I'll be tough if you make trouble again."

This sentence works better than any provocation or plea for mercy.

Shao Jun quickly looked down and saw the majestic shape of a leopard protruding from the pants of the prison uniform, his face suddenly felt uncomfortable, and he hurriedly rolled away from Luo Qiang.

The two of them were lying side by side on the mat, with a distance of two meters between them, each with their backs facing the ceiling, panting wildly...

Shao Jun violently rubbed his face with his hands to cover up his momentary nervousness and gaffe, not looking at the other person's expression.

He did it on purpose, making trouble on purpose, but when it was really "messy", he panicked first...

Luo Qiang lay carelessly on his back, fiddled with his crotch with his hands, slowly calming down the congested, erect and unbearably lustful guy.

He reminisced about how Shao Jun rode on him just now, crotch to crotch, and the child was playing tricks, sticky and sticky.

That feeling, that taste, I haven't tasted it for many years.

Hello Shao Xiaosan, Shao Xiaosan is young, so damn young, I don't know, I am really old...

Shao San Mantou is less than 26 years old, a few years younger than Luo Xiaosan'er.

At that time, Shao Jun pulled up the hurdle vest to his chest, his whole body was steaming, his face was flushed and panting, in Luo Qiang's eyes, he was just like his younger brother, sitting on the threshold with peeling vermilion paint waiting for him in his memory. The little meat dumpling that came home was like a string of car bells under the shade of the old locust tree and a handsome figure speeding past, just like the old time that made people feel sad and couldn't let go.

That was Luo Qiang's boyhood, his broken youth...

After all, Luo Qiang had seen the world before, so he was able to hold on to Fan Er, endured the initial urge to turn his face away, and said calmly, "Officer Shao."

Shao Jun let out a sigh: "Huh?"

Luo Qiang: "I beg you something."

Shao Jun: "Say."

Luo Qiang: "I, about my brother...he is alone now, I can't let it go."

Shao Jun turned his face away, looked at the person fixedly, and said, "Your younger brother Luo San'er, named Luo Zhan, is currently locked up in Yanqing Prison and sentenced to eight years for crimes."

Luo Qiang scratched his head and asked, "What else did I tell you that night..."

Shao Jun pursed his lips in disdain: "I don't know how to check it myself if you don't tell me!"

An expression emerged from the corner of Luo Qiang's mouth: "Are you really investigating me? The investigation is very detailed."

Luo Qiang thought about it, but he didn't know how to speak. He had never begged anyone, but he still begged the child: "Officer Shao, can you help me..."

Shao Jun didn't even think about it, and said, "I know, you're worried that your third son will be bullied by those grandchildren in prison without anyone to take care of him."

"I called and asked two days ago, and I probably know about his situation. Don't worry about it."

Among Shao Jun's college buddies, many classmates went to various prisons after graduation. He is familiar with the prison entrance, and some people have a way.He found his classmates, and found out Luo Zhan's specific prison area, brigade, and even the name of the brigade captain and guard, and then greeted the other party on the phone, asking the other party to take care of Luo Xiaosan'er and don't embarrass this person.

The other party understood as soon as they heard it, and didn't ask any more questions.Take care of individuals through the back door, and the people being taken care of naturally have backgrounds and connections. Others don't need to inquire about the details, just help cover them.

Later, Luo Qiang heard one after another that his youngest son also suffered some hardships in the same prison when he first entered the prison. After that, the guards suddenly became better with Luo Zhan, and they helped protect him when he was bullied. The type of work, instead of entering the factory to do dirty work and tiring work, instead of digging stones and grinding stones, he worked as a cook in the prisoner canteen.

Luo Zhan is responsible for cooking big pots of rice every day, washing rice and vegetables, cleaning pots and bowls, and his life is more enjoyable than his brother.

Shao Jun smiled at the corner of his mouth at that time, and gave Luo Qiang a wink, tsk, I know the person you miss, before you even open your mouth, the third grandpa has already finished the matter, can you rest assured about your precious brother?

Luo Qiang looked deeply at the person, unable to speak, not even a "thank you", stuck in his throat.

Luo Xiaosan'er, who had been worrying about her for more than half a year, let San Mantou solve it with a single sentence...

The father-son relationship that has been indifferent for half a lifetime, how many years have not heard his own father call him "second child", and the two words left by the old man before leaving, each word for each word, are all Luo Qiang's painstaking efforts.Without San Mantou, he might not have had the chance to hear that sentence.

This time it was Luo Qiang's turn to look away from Shao Jun's expression.He rubbed his face vigorously with his two big hands to conceal his emotional collapse at a certain moment, his eyes were messed up, his chest was hot, and the warm current flowed wantonly in his chest.

In this life, I seem to have cared about those two people in my heart, and I have never cared about the third one.

Now suddenly such a person popped up again, just in front of his eyes, still steaming hot, I'm really not used to it if I have to pay attention to it.

Why is this steamed bun so annoying? It makes people want to turn around and take a bite...

After fighting in the psychological catharsis room and sweating, I happened to take a bath in class [-], [-], [-], and [-] that night.

So, that day, dozens of people in the whole bathhouse watched a real Luo's second bird walk.

Luo Qiang was sullen that day, didn't say a word, ignored people, and turned a blind eye to Hu Yan who was shaking his butt beside him.There was a white mist in front of him, and there were vague shadows. All the people and things seemed to have nothing to do with him, and he didn't care about them.

He raised his neck and flushed the water under the lotus, letting the hot water pour into his eyes and nose wantonly, filling the five senses with confusion, and colliding with the sharp perception and messy emotions of the whole body.

Scrubbing vigorously, the whole body became red, the skin was painful and burst, the chest was flushed, and the throat was sweet and fishy.

The raging fire that couldn't be suppressed by all efforts to restrain it was surging back and forth in the lower abdomen, the hot water was rushing, washing a clump of rough and shiny hair, and the desire roared and moved in the dense forest that sheltered the habitat.

Luo Qiang slapped the towel on his shoulders, staggered away, walked to the small window, leaned against the wet wall, and slowly raised his face.

With one hand hanging down, he was holding his dick in the other hand. The muscles on the back of his hand were fully exposed, and his thick and long fingers were grinding the soft head, moving upwards in a very slow and vigorous rhythm.

It was foggy in front of me, and I couldn't see anything clearly. Hu Yan's arching buttocks flashed in the shadows, or the ass of that little slut of Pea Rong, covered in cream, jumping around on the big bed in the bedroom, or it might be the little Pancakes, small twists, two legs hanging from the bed rail, twisting back and forth like a stranded fish, being fucked to the point of crying, out of breath, begging for mercy...

Luo Qiang can't tell whose ass he is fucking, it doesn't matter who it is, he doesn't care, has he ever cared about anyone?

The figure in the mist was replaced by his mistress.On Luo Zhan's birthday, he drank eighteen bottles of wine on the table, naked to the waist, embracing his brother's shoulders, leaning forward, talking drunk, and rolling on the sofa.Luo Qiang sat on the sofa with his face up, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, turned his head, pulled Luo Xiaosan'er's chin, and kissed hard on the cheek!The younger brothers in the room were making noise and booing...

Luo Qiang bit his lip hard, and his fingers became more and more forceful, the red and swollen glans head was about to be scratched and bleed.

The blurry and swaying figure was replaced by Shao Jun at some point, as if his face suddenly emerged from the mist, it was extremely clear and sharp.

Shao Jun's handsome and slender face, Shao Jun's collarbone exposed without buttoning up his shirt, Shao Jun's trouser waist, Shao Jun's buttocks when he pulled up his trousers, Shao Jun's two long legs.

Luo Qiang couldn't help imagining that Shao San Mantou was pressing him under him, the thin layer of uniform trousers couldn't cover the guy who had already shown his erection, and the little Sanye was swollen like a hard-faced mantou.The two birds leaned against each other rigidly, tracing the size and shape of each other with the most sensitive sense of touch, rubbing and crushing...

Shao Jun's face is close at hand, his slender electric eyes are so damn good-looking, with water in his mouth and a hook, young and beautiful.They were holding each other's breaths, their bodies were shaking with excitement, their limbs were entangled and caressed, and they collided violently...

Luo Qiang's fingers were convulsed, and the thick joints were protruding due to excessive force, which was particularly frightening. He indulged his desire with almost tyrannical methods, pouring out mountains and seas!

A group of people in the bathhouse stood under the rushing water nozzle, all of them stared dumbfounded.

Naked, with his arms open, Luo's second shot with a plane, made a big move, and shot straight away, without any cover, vividly.

Some people drank coldly, and some murmured "fuck".

They are all men, they have seen them all, and they have never seen them.

The last orgasm ejaculated for a long time, holding back the loss, depression, inexplicable impulse and longing for several months, all of which poured out of my throat like a backlash.

Luo Qiang let out a low growl, and finally let the hot liquid shoot straight to the handsome face that rubbed against the grass roots and dirt in his mind.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the aggrieved and angry face in his memory, wanting to stroke San Mantou's hair, remove the tree leaves buried in his hair, and wipe his face clean...