same-sex repulsion 1

In the evening, the time for dinner and recess was very short. The two of them turned off the lights and walked out of the infirmary. When they locked the door again, the school bell rang.

Discipline is a little anxious, but I know I can't keep up.Legs and arms were still aching, especially when going upstairs.

But it's still within the range he can bear.

He tried his best to speed up, but he only tried his best to maintain the usual speed of going upstairs.

It doesn't take much effort for Yan Ming to go upstairs. Although he is usually very busy, he still has a fixed time for exercise.

Because the class bell has already rang, no matter which floor it is, there is no one in the corridor, and there are no other sounds—some of the teachers in the class can be heard.

But the corridor seems more and more quiet

"Teacher, what evening class is this..."

Yan Ming couldn't remember what day of the week it was, so he didn't know what evening class this session was.

There was an imperceptible gasp in the boy's clear voice, and he tried his best to lower his voice, for fear of disturbing other people, or for fear of disturbing the silence.

But he never wanted to hear the low chuckle coming from the chest of the man behind him.Yan Ming's voice wasn't too deep, but it was magnetic enough.Even if you don't look at his deceptive face, you will be attracted and confused by his voice.

Regardless of his superficial gentle and false personality, these "hardware" devices alone are enough to become his capital to attract others.

Discipline is unconsciously sarcastic in my heart.

this man...

"This is my class..."

Yan Ming, who didn't speak until he had enough laughter, said this.

discipline:"......"

He didn't know what to say anymore.

He felt that even if he didn't say anything at this moment, it wouldn't be too rude, and discipline himself didn't know what to say, so discipline was still climbing the stairs until both of them reached the back door of the class.

"Let me go first, you enter through the back door." Just as he was about to open the back door, Yan Ming put his hand on Discipline's shoulder.

The class is very quiet, even though the class has been in class for a few minutes, the head teacher still hasn't come and no one is talking and deserting.Discipline raised the corners of his lips in satisfaction, but no one saw it.

Yan Ming walked into the class through the front door first, walked up to the podium naturally and picked up the lesson plans on the podium.

After seeing the discipline quietly returning to his seat, he began to write on the blackboard.

get out of class has ended.

Han Fangzhi waited until Yan Ming asked everyone to rest, then hurried to the disciplinary seat.

It's autumn, and it's not a fake autumn rain or cold, and the rain hasn't stopped at this moment.

When it rains, the air pressure is very low. Although there are not many people in Class [-], the classroom is not very big accordingly.Everyone felt that they could not breathe, so they opened a small gap in the window.

So the class is still very cold.

Even Han Fangzhi, who has well-developed limbs and a strong physique, is honestly wearing a school uniform jacket, not to mention other people in the class.

And the discipline of wearing only half sleeves is very abrupt among classmates.

"Hey, boss." Han Fangzhi saw the classmate next to him leave his seat, and sat down on the chair unceremoniously.

"I said you're not cold...you wear so little in the rain."

"I'm alright."

He took off his coat when he was in the infirmary, and it was still damp at the moment, discipline didn't want to wear it even if it was cold.

In fact, he is quite cold now.

In the first half of the class, goosebumps appeared on the exposed arms, but in the second half of the class, they became numb.

"Then you are really amazing..." Han Fangzhi didn't care much about this, but suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, why are you coming back late?"

Ah, so he didn't know.

Discipline turned sideways and showed him his right arm.

"I just fell and went to the infirmary."

"Hey..." Han Fangzhi was still quite surprised, and knew how to relax his hands and feet, gently holding Discipline's arm and looking at it.

Warm big hands hold cool arms.

But the feeling is completely different from the infirmary just now.

He is very calm at the moment, very natural.

May be used to it?

Han Fangzhi also asked him, with a cautious tone, "Then do you still feel pain now?"

Discipline had no choice but to pat Han Fangzhi's big head with his intact left hand.

"I'm fine...I don't feel anything right now."

"That's fine."

Looking at Han Fangzhi, he also knows how to care about others, and the discipline is somewhat gratifying.

"Son, you have finally grown up..."

"Go away, go aside."

The preparatory bell rang, and the disciplined deskmate also came back. Han Fangzhi hurriedly got up to give up his seat, and turned back to discipline the discipline.

"If you feel uncomfortable, we won't go to evening self-study today."

"It's because you don't want to study by yourself at night."

Discipline glanced at Han Fangzhi, who was smiling flatteringly at him.But there was still warmth in my heart, as if something warm was ironing my heart.

Thinking this way in my heart, but still unconsciously said these words:

"Okay, let's go to class."

The time of a class passes quickly.

The wound didn't hurt as much as before, it was just a slight sting when the wind blows-compared with before, it was really insignificant.

get out of class is over again.

During this break, those who do not attend self-study can go home.

Discipline's body is not bad, and he doesn't feel any pain, so he doesn't plan to go home.

just a bit cold...

But he didn't plan to tell Han Fangzhi.

Discipline looked at Han Fangzhi.

The other party was probably doing a tricky question, his brows were frowning heroically, and he was biting the end of the gel pen in his hand from time to time.

How old is he...why still bite the pen.

He was in a trance when suddenly a coat covered him.

Startled.

Who?

He turned his head and saw Yan Ming.

"I got it from the office, it's cold now, you can wear it."

There is no excuse for discipline, the coat is about the same thickness as the school uniform, and it is a little bigger on the body - after all, Yan Ming is taller than him.

"Thank you, teacher."

The disciplined "thank you" is full of sincerity.

Yan Ming is really a very careful and considerate person.

It can be said to be a standard gentleman.

Thinking of another meaning of a gentleman, he pursed his lips and smiled. The smile was not big, but he was really happy.Looking directly at Yan Ming's eyes is his reflection.

Clearly.

And the more dazzling brilliance produced by the smile in the eyes flickered, like fireworks in the dark night sky.splendid, bright.

Although Yan Ming is young, he has experienced many more things and people than his peers.

He has seen good-looking people, no matter what type they are, but he has never seen such ones. They are pure and sophisticated, enthusiastic but indifferent, low-key but still flamboyant.

He is like the incomparably pure and crystal clear piece in the center of the glacier, and he is also like a diamond that reflects brilliance.

But he is neither a rough stone nor a perfect finished product.

His brilliance has been revealed, but it can be brighter and more eye-catching.

He was caught by those eyes.

Yan Ming considers himself a very confident person.He is never afraid of competition and challenges. Once he decides on something, even if there is only a three-point possibility, he will use his strength to the extreme to make it a success.

He didn't deliberately disguise himself with gentleness, it was just a habit of his, used to be gentle.

That's it.

The man's eyes became deep, but the boy was still smiling happily.The trust that comes out unconsciously has not even been noticed by myself.

Yan Ming raised his hand and pampered Discipline's head.

"Rest well, go home as soon as possible after self-study, and don't do strenuous exercise these days."

"Hmm." Although the smile calmed down, the discipline was still very relaxed.

"Goodbye teacher, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

"discipline..."

The back table yelled for a long time, but Discipline didn't hear it, and didn't turn around until Yan Ming left.

"what happened?"

"Someone is looking for..."

"Hey, that person isn't from Class [-]...Who is it, Jin..."

The person next to him answered, "Jin Baihe, look at your memory."

"Oh, yes, it's him."

"Looking for me?" Thinking that this person was the culprit who caused him to fall, he was not too surprised.

Standing up from the seat, Yan Ming put on his sportswear jacket and zipped it up.

"Then I'll take a look."

Ever since Jin Baihe bumped into someone, his heart has been tormented.After all, the eyes of the head teacher in class one are very scary.

He hurried to the food place to buy two boxes of lunch, then rushed back to Building B where Class [-] was, climbed the stairs, dragged the people in Class [-] and asked, "Which one in your class...what about the monitor's discipline?"

He himself knew that there was a conflict with the first class, so he deliberately pulled up the zipper of the collar.

The man gave him a strange look, then went back to work and asked.

"He's not here, he should have gone to the cafeteria to eat."

"Oh, thanks."

He was afraid that his classmates would recognize him if he stayed for a while, so he hurried back to his class.

In the evening class after dinner, the teacher pressed the class between classes, and when he rushed out the door, the bell rang.

He was still thinking about the fact that he bumped into discipline, and he was absent-minded during the two classes—although he didn't listen to the class very well before.

It's just that this time he didn't hide it much, and was criticized by the teacher.

Oh, it's all my fault...

This time after class, he rushed to class one, guarding the front door, looking for discipline.

But they say that discipline exists, but discipline has not come out.

He waited at the door with his head poking around, until he found the head teacher of class one.

This evil spirit...

Jin Baihe shivered unconsciously, and said hello in a stuttering manner, "Old... Hello, teacher."

Yan Ming was carrying the briefcase, but his face was not approachable, but that kind of unapproachable indifference. He looked at Jin Baihe as if looking down, and then nodded.

"Well, don't come to our class if you have nothing to do."

He didn't forget that Jin Baihe caused trouble these two times.

Especially today this time...

Jin Baihe didn't dare to look at Yan Ming, and lowered his head, "Teacher, I was wrong..."

But no one agreed.

Yan Ming has gone far...

The author has something to say:

Then the relationship will grow by leaps and bounds!

Yang Guangcheng has to speed up that line orz