The heartthrob cannon fodder just wants to take the first place in the exam

At 05:30 in the morning, the alarm clock on Bai Ziwei's mobile phone rang on time.

Turning off the alarm clock smoothly, the sleepy Baizi turned over with sleepy eyes and patted Zong Huai's side face.

"Get up..." The call was weak.

Zong Huai frowned and opened his eyes, then closed them again immediately, pulled up the quilt, stuffed Bai Ziwei into the quilt, and held on tightly.

One has suffered from insomnia for a long time, and managed to get a good night's sleep; the other doubted life last night, and opened his eyes until dawn.

Leng didn't want to get up.

But the two had to rush to their respective schools, and they had to gather for morning exercises at 6 o'clock, and their attendance would be included in their military training scores.

During the training period, the gates of the school are strictly controlled, especially to prevent freshmen from military training from slipping out to play.

Bai Ziwei asked for leave after rectifying the eight classics, and Zong Huai was equivalent to skipping class yesterday, and points will definitely be deducted after returning.

If you break the discipline again today, you will get another point penalty.

Bai Ziwei supported his sleepy brain, gritted his teeth and got his head out of the bed, trying to crawl out from under Zong Huai's arms.

Zong Huai's arm was pulled away, and he pressed Bai Ziwei's waist loosely. He frowned and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing so early?"

"Morning exercises, get up quickly..." Bai Zi muttered with his eyes slightly closed, shaking Zong Huai's left shoulder with both hands.

Seeing that he wasn't moving, Bai Ziwei also slacked off a bit, leaned over into his boyfriend's arms, opened his arms like hugging a big doll, rubbed his cheek against his neck, and let out a few muffled moans comfortably.

"Ah Huai wakes up..."

Even though he was trapped like this, Bai Ziwei still did not forget his original intention, calling Zong Huai weakly one after another, and conscientiously acted as a small human-shaped alarm clock.

After dawdling, Zong Huai resigned himself to getting up, and followed Bai Ziwei to brush his teeth and wash his face.

He has always acted as he pleases, and he doesn't care about personal honors such as military training. Instead of rushing back to morning exercises, he might as well lean against Bai Ziwei in a daze.

"It's too crowded, come back later..." Bai Zi's mouth was slightly foamy, and he complained vaguely while brushing his teeth.

Zong Huai pretended not to hear.

The two of them were stuffed in the small bathroom of the master bedroom at the same time, which was extremely crowded, but Zong Huai insisted on sticking behind him.

Zong Huai leaned over Bai Ziwei's right shoulder and brushed his teeth with his arms propped on the sink. The two of them in the mirror looked very intimate, with golden hair scratching Bai Ziwei's neck.

Bai Ziwei got used to it a long time ago, and pushed Zong Huai's big hairy head: "Itches and squeezes...Aren't you a clean freak, don't you brush your teeth and wash your face with others?"

Zong Huai spat out the foam, frowned and rinsed his mouth: "Who told you that?"

"Isn't it?" Bai Zi slightly gargled his mouth, tilted his head, and the fresh mint smell spread in the square inch: "You may not remember the time when you went to the hot spring party in the second year of high school. You took me to the big one in the morning. In the bathroom, it must be enough for two people to wash, but you went out..."

Zong Huai was stunned for a moment, and smiled very shallowly.

He remembered every second of that trip.

When he went out, it wasn't because of some cleanliness, it was Bai Ziwei who wanted to change... He didn't dare to look.

At that time, there was no confession, Zong Huai was afraid that he would really be unable to control it, so he avoided the visual stimulation that could be avoided as much as possible, so as not to scare Bai Ziwei away.

Trying to pretend to be an honest ascetic who is ascetic.

Now...who cares?

"It was too stupid at that time." Zong Huai replied hoarsely.

"Ah?" Bai Zi was at a loss, not understanding the connection between stupidity and cleanliness.

Zong Huai rinsed off the foam in his mouth, kissed Bai Ziwei's ears, and suddenly hugged him from the back, and put him on the still wet washstand.

"Why?" Bai Ziwei looked puzzled.

The soft cotton cloth pressed against the cold tiles was quickly soaked, Baizi raised his butt uncomfortably, and put his palms against Zong Huai's chest, trying to use his strength to jump off.

"It's almost late." Bai Zi frowned and urged.

Zong Huai ignored it, just wiped the water on Bai Ziwei's cheek, leaned over and pressed down, and bit his lip.

"Morning exercises," he said.

Bai Ziwei: ...?

Washing failed in the middle.

Even real morning exercises failed!

At noon, Bai Ziwei's counselor called and was picked up by Zong Huai. As an older brother, he said that he "had a fever at home", and in turn gained the care of the counselor.

Bai Ziwei lay on the bed speechlessly: "...you are really there."

The voice is hoarse, and it sounds like it is overused.

He had just been served in the shower, the pores all over his body were stretched by the steam, he was lazy and weak, his body was too tired, and he felt drowsy again.

Zong Huai hung up the phone, leaned over and kissed Bai Ziwei's cheek: "I'm sorry, I will pay attention to it in the future..."

"Speaking nicely." Bai Zi turned over slightly, buried his face in the pillow, ignored Zong Huai, looking very angry.

...Actually, he wasn't very angry. After all, he had expected it a long time ago, but the time and place were changed.

It's just that the body is too uncomfortable and upset.

"Wei Wei..." Zong Huai couldn't handle it and was at a loss.

He squatted beside the bed, gently stroking Bai Ziwei's hair, frowning slightly, not knowing how to calm down his lover.

It is inevitable that he can no longer overwhelm people and divert his attention, so he can only do what he likes and coax him slowly, but Bai Ziwei's most obsessive thing is studying... Zong Huai just deliberately refused to let him go to school.

"..." The more crimes were listed, Zong Huai's scalp became numb and he didn't know what to do.

Bai Zi was slightly stuffy in the pillow for a long time, and the quiet environment made him feel more sleepy, and he didn't care about his shortness of breath, and his eyelids gradually became heavy and couldn't be opened.

After a long time, he loosened his grip on the pillow, and Zong Huai carefully pulled Bai Zi to turn over slightly, covering him with a quilt, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

By the way, she leaned over and pressed a kiss on Bai Jing's forehead.

Fortunately, I got away with it.

Unlike normal schools, Zong Huai took the basic courses of the whole school in his freshman year, and only had professional diversion in his sophomore year.

The class time is sporadic and free, and Zong Huai often skips classes as he likes, so he still has a lot of free time.

Besides spending time in the studio, he just came to look for Bai Ziwei, so that everyone in Bai Ziwei's class knew Zong Huai.

Every time they saw the familiar blonde and indifferent handsome guy next to Bai Ziwei, some people would make fun of him, but they both knew how to measure, and the intimacy between the two did not ferment.

Until one day in the last semester, Zong Huai suddenly became popular, the kind that caused a sensation on the Internet.

Some of the oil paintings of Zonghuai High School so far have been auctioned in an international exhibition, and sold for the highest price in one fell swoop, surpassing many resident oil painters at the auction.

His personality can be considered withdrawn, and he has always skipped classes since the beginning of school. In the eyes of his classmates, he is only a name that is often called by the teacher.

However, every time Zong Huai gets a good score in the big and small exams, he is quite well-known among the students of the same level in the School of Modeling.

Suddenly he had a name in the painting circle, and even the teachers of the college noticed the student.

For fledgling young painters, it is simply impossible for their paintings to enter international auctions.

But Zong Huai is different.

Zong Huai is backed by an aristocratic family, and has been familiar with well-known oil painting masters in country A since he was a child. Coupled with his outstanding appearance, it is no accident that he can attract the attention of the public and the media.

What's more... Zong Huai is not in vain.

Media coverage scrambled.

"Some masters have commented on Zong Huai. He is still childish in terms of technical expression, and his style is still not fixed."

"But it is undeniable that from the perspective of color to composition, the paintings have a sense of natural harmony, which is the aura that can only be given by talent."

"It was revealed that Zong Huai, who had a cold personality, had suffered from severe mental illness. When interviewing his family members, the Zong family refused to disclose specific information."

"Zong Huai mainly focuses on landscape oil paintings, but in the occasional portrait paintings, the model is always the same person, a handsome young Asian boy. What is the relationship between the model and Zong Huai?"

"Zong Huai's muse is studying at Q University! According to Zong Huai's high school classmates, the two seem to be lovers!"

"..."

Zong Huai and his paintings became famous overnight, and there are too many gossips and mysteries that the media are interested in, so they are busy trying to interview him.

But the person involved has long since disappeared, and there is no way to contact him.

The reporter on the other side is anxiously looking for it. Zong Huai has already taken his muse across the ocean to travel leisurely in the southern hemisphere, away from the noisy Vanity Fair.

Just agreeing to the teacher's recommendation of the painting for auction has caused so much trouble, Zong Huai is seriously considering whether to quit the circle.

He had always hated coping.

As long as he can stay with Bai Ziwei, this dispensable honor doesn't matter at all.

4 points in the early hours.

"It's too early..." Bai Zi muttered slightly, laying on the bed and refusing to get up.

Zong Huai had no choice but to coax him: "Didn't you always want to watch the sunrise in a hot air balloon? The pilot said that the weather is good today, the scenery is beautiful and it's safe."

Bai Zi pretended not to hear.

"...There is no refund for missed tickets. When buying tickets, each person paid 3 yuan." Zong Huai sighed.

"What!" Bai Ziwei immediately lifted the quilt, and the extremely difficult ideological struggle just now came to fruition.

He tried his best to open his sleepy eyes, and quickly changed into his pajamas: "Let's go now."

Just like a Grandet.

There was a smile in Zong Huai's eyes, An Jing helped Bai Ziwei get clothes, and dragged him to wash up.

Still so easy to fool.

The weather is fine today. When the hot air balloon took off, the sky in the distance has turned pale, and the night is fading fast.

Rising into the air, the gray-purple hazy horizon clearly spread out, the undulating grasslands and the distant city were covered with gray colors, and the sun was about to rise.

At first, Bai Ziwei felt that 3 tickets were too painful. When he gradually floated in mid-air, he had no time to remember it. His attention was all attracted, and he lay on the hanging basket and took a video of the sunrise with his mobile phone.

It was his first time in a hot air balloon.

The rising sun slowly emerged, Bai Ziwei's eyes did not blink for a moment, and the gray-orange morning glow on the horizon, like a chaotic fog, gradually spread to most of the sky.

So beautiful... Bai Zi slapped wildly for a while.

"Wei Wei." Zong Huai suddenly called him from behind.

Bai Zi came back to his senses: "What...what?"

His voice froze, he kept the stiff posture when he turned his head, and looked at Zong Huai in astonishment.

Zong Huai knelt down on one knee towards him, holding the ring box in his hand.

"This..." Bai Zi was slightly confused.

It took Bai Ziwei a long time to react, he turned his back to the hanging basket, the sun rose leisurely behind him, dispelling the darkness in the dark corner.

Zong Huai's expression remained unchanged, firm and serious.

"Wei Wei, I want to be with you forever, are you willing?"

When the incident happened suddenly, Bai Ziwei raised his head in a daze, and the driver not far away was smiling at him, making a "come on" gesture.

"Wait, stand up first..." Bai Ziwei's head was a little messed up, and he also knelt on one knee to help Zonghuai, but he couldn't move him desperately.

Instead, he was caught and kissed.

The gentle temperature spread like ripples along the back of the hand, Bai Ziwei's cheeks were hot, and he was at a loss.

"It's so sudden..." he muttered.

Zong Huai changed the question: "Then do you want to throw me away?"

"Of course not!" Bai Ziwei reacted very quickly this time and immediately denied it.

The corners of Zong Huai's lips did not rise obviously, and he answered softly: "That means I am willing."

"..." Bai Zi was at a loss for words.

He took off the ring and tried to put it on Bai Ziwei's ring finger, but Bai Ziwei let him move in a daze.

When he realized it, the ring was already tightly wrapped around the base of his finger.

Zong Huai was facing the wind, his golden hair was blown a little messy, and the sincere emotion in his blue eyes became transparent, reflecting the morning glow in the distance.

Bai Ziwei seemed to be burned by the hot emotion, he didn't dare to look any more, he lowered his head to stare at the ring.

After looking at it over and over for a while, tears rolled down without warning and crackled on my fingers.

It wasn't until he felt a tight grip on his fingers that Bai Ziwei felt that he was firmly on the ground, instead of sinking into the soft and sweet clouds of the past, dreaming one after another of sweet dreams.

He really changed the plot and fell in love with the original protagonist.

"...What's wrong?" Zong Huai helped him wipe it off in a low voice.

When Zong Huai spoke, his eyes were lowered, a little downcast, as if he had misunderstood something.

But trying to hide his mood.

"The wind is blinding your eyes." Bai Zi smiled slightly through his tears, and leaned on his shoulders: "I forgot to say, I am willing to be with you."

Zong Huai closed his eyes, his brows were clearly stretched.

The kiss they exchanged with their eyes closed never separated, the fingers of the hands wearing the rings intertwined unconsciously, and the ring finger of the same style collided lightly.

The morning glow in the distance is bright, and the voice is scattered in the wind, which will be remembered forever.

[The author has something to say: Bobobo, the full text is over!Sahua, Sahua, Sahua, Sahua!

If there may be other episodes in the future, I will post them on Weibo and update them from time to time, that’s all~]