same-sex repulsion 1

Although he said so, Discipline didn't buy anything when he went to the canteen with Yan Ming.In the end, Yan Ming bought a few bags of biscuits and chocolates that Ji Ji liked to eat, and put some of them into the other party's arms.

"Take it, I can't let you follow me, come here for nothing."

"Thank you, teacher."

Discipline did not refuse, and put these things in the wide pocket of the school uniform jacket.

The fact that he knew what he liked to eat...was no accident.

Thinking this way, when he walked out of the canteen, he didn't see Yan Ming's figure as he expected, so he looked back.

"Let's go, the physical education class will be over later."

The two walked side by side, towards the direction of the teaching building.At intervals along the way, there would be a snowdrift piled up in the hills-the snow they cleared.

"discipline--"

It was Han Fangzhi's voice.

Why did this guy just show up now?

Discipline followed the sound, but happened to be hit by a small snowball on the shoulder.

And the culprit was still looking at him with a smile, apparently fully armed.The hat was tightly buttoned, the neck was covered by a scarf, and gloves were still on the hands.

Discipline suddenly came to mind, and it turned out that Han Fangzhi asked Yan Ming to tell him, "Go get the gloves" means this.

"Han Fangzhi!"

Discipline raised his voice in a rare way, and then buttoned the hood of his school uniform jacket when he bent down.

He who could still be called a boy bent down, even though his figure was covered by a large school uniform jacket, he could still vaguely see his figure through this movement.

Still...too skinny.

Yan Ming frowned imperceptibly.

The disciplined hands were not gloved, and the slender, white hands were directly inserted into the snowdrift beside them, and when they were taken out—closed—there was an extra snow ball in their hands.Han Fangzhi on the side would not submit obediently either—after all, since he said he was going upstairs to get the gloves, he would definitely be well prepared.

He also took advantage of this time to make a snow ball, but obviously in this respect, the discipline has fallen a little bit, but he still persisted.

"Han Fangzhi,"

It also hit him on the shoulder, then turned around and disciplined him to run behind the snowdrift in the next class.

The snowdrifts in each class are not very large, because the area responsible for apportioning snow removal takes into account various factors such as learning, and the task is not particularly heavy.

The snowdrifts did not block the figure of discipline, but Han Fangzhi couldn't bear to do it once and thought "do not do it for nothing", so he continued for the second time.He walked over quietly and lightly, holding a snowball in his hand for "self-defense", but was caught by discipline's outstretched hand and "tripped".

When Han Fangzhi was in a hurry, he didn't forget the snow ball in his hand, but because he couldn't concentrate, he didn't know where to throw it. He fell firmly to the ground.

"Discipline, you fuck me!"

"That's right!" Discipline patted the snow on his hands, his hands had turned red from the cold and were a little stiff.However, there was a bit of complacency on his face at the moment, and the contrast with usual made Han Fangzhi who was lying on the ground very angry. Seeing Han Fang's full of ambition, Discipline grinned in a rare way.

"Then I'm going upstairs."

Still too simple.

Yan Ming stood aside, with his hands in his pockets, hanging up high as nothing to do with himself.

How could Han Fangzhi let discipline go so easily?

The two played together since they were young, and the discipline obviously became more vigilant, but Han Fangzhi did not expect that Han Fangzhi would launch a "suicide attack" directly and rushed over from behind. The discipline did not stand firm, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

"Hmm...Han Fangzhi...Are you stupid?"

Discipline was used as a human cushion below, but fortunately it didn't hit the face. There was a muffled "Plop", probably because of a heavy fall.Discipline also groaned, but hearing that he could still complain about Han Fangzhi, it didn't seem like a big deal.

Han Fangzhi was taken aback, he didn't expect the discipline to really lose his footing and fell to the ground.He was covered by discipline on it, but nothing happened, and he didn't fall anywhere.He got up in a hurry, and didn't care to pat the snow off his body, so he hurriedly took Discipline's hand, and the other hand held his shoulder to get him up.

With the help of Han Fangzhi, Discipline struggled to turn over and sat up. It seemed that there was nothing serious, but there was still some pain.In winter, everyone wears thick clothes. Seeing that there is no problem with discipline, Yan Ming is relieved.

He raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, the class was about to end soon.It felt like I hadn't done much other than move around for a while.Yan Ming went straight to the entrance of the teaching building, but couldn't help but look back before entering the building.

Han Fangzhi looks like a giant husky who has done something wrong, squatting pitifully beside Discipline, who is sitting on the playground, with one hand propped on the ground, as if he suddenly remembered something, and the other hand reaching for his school uniform pocket .

It's all...broken...

"Ah."

"Discipline...Dad...I was wrong..."

Originally he responded casually, but his tone suddenly became gritted.

"Han Fangzhi."

"Here! What are your orders?"

"My little biscuit was crushed by you."

"Uh... this... I didn't mean to..."

"You have to buy me five bags to compensate me."

"I was wrong," Han Fangzhi cried, "I still want to save money to buy games."

"But mine, the biscuit, broke."

"Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy."

"Well, help me up."

"Okay, sir, please get up."

Han Fangzhi got up with discipline, wondering if it was Yan Ming's illusion, he always felt that he was glancing in his direction intentionally or unintentionally.

Never mind, go upstairs.

Discipline was indeed not taken lightly by Han Fangzhi. After all, this 1.8-meter big boy, although not particularly strong, was really not light.

Discipline rubbed his sore arm, Han Fangzhi followed all the way upstairs, seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he dared to go back to his seat and take out the book for the next class.

At noon, Han Fangzhi ran over with his lunch box and put the food in front of discipline like a concubine trying to please his uncle.

"Han Fangzhi."

"what happened?"

"Did you have a problem with your fall?"

"Discipline your uncle! You just fell out of trouble."

"I'm not disabled, so I don't need you to..."

"Hmph, kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs, and I won't be like this anymore if you beg me."

"That's good."

Han Fangzhi watched Ji Ji take the chopsticks from him, and gave him a piece of meat.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, let's eat."

"That's right..." Han Fangzhi turned around and took something out of his pocket, making a "crash clatter" sound.

"Here you are," a bag of biscuits appeared in front of Discipline's eyes, "you only have to pay for one bag, and you can't finish eating five bags anyway..."

"Okay then," Discipline took it with his hand and put it in the desk hall, "then you owe the remaining four bags first."

"Hey! Discipline, you are too dark!"

After everyone finished their meal, the class changed from a lively scene of chatting and laughing to a quiet state of studying. Everyone was immersed in papers and books, and had no time to look up at what others were doing.When Yan Ming came in quietly through the back door, no one noticed.

He opened his mouth, but finally lowered his head and said nothing.

The first class in the afternoon is mathematics. After recovering from the sleepy nap, I felt a little sore in my muscles. Discipline reached out and rubbed my shoulders. When I recovered, I remembered that I hadn't picked up the teacher yet.

A shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

It is strict.

"How's it going?"

"Um... ah?"

Discipline blinked, "What's wrong?"

This time there is no need to pick up the teacher.

"Didn't you fall before?"

It is rare for Yan Ming to look at the discipline still a little confused.

"Oh, it's okay, thank you teacher, it's all right."

"It's fine," Yan Ming didn't say anything, and turned back to the podium.Discipline's deskmate was at a loss, "Discipline, what's wrong with you? You fell down? Are you okay?"

"Well," discipline replied, "it's okay."

When the class bell rang, Yan Ming held his notebook on the podium and told everyone about the "spirit of the meeting" that was required to be conveyed during the meeting.

"We had a meeting at noon just now. The director emphasized that the roads are slippery in snowy weather. Everyone must pay attention to safety when going to and from school, and it will be cold recently. You must keep warm and don't catch a cold.

In addition, as the end of the year approaches, many schools have opened their own enrollment channels. Students who are interested in this aspect should pay attention in time and don't miss it.

The final exam is approaching, and the learning atmosphere is very good for everyone. The final exam is an exam that can test the results of learning and review. It should be treated with caution, and I hope to get good results.For students who want to sign up for self-enrolment and students who go abroad, the results of each of your major exams are very important, so you must prepare well, but at this stage, don't put too much pressure on yourself, treat it with a normal mind just fine.

However, in order to motivate everyone, if the final exam results are not bad, I can promise you a request and do what I say. "

"Accept a request!"

Because of the last sentence, the class exploded.Everyone discussed one after another, and the serious and serious atmosphere suddenly turned into a chat time for all kinds of jokes. Yan Ming was also very helpless on the podium.

"The request is within my ability, don't go too far."

"Hey...it's okay, it's okay, it's definitely not too much~"

Han Fangzhi had a lot of fun down there. It seemed that he was very interested in meeting Yan Ming's request, but his discipline was still the same, with no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he was interested or not.

Cai Jiajia actually smiled.

The author has something to say:

It's really hard to write the interspersed seven years later and seven years ago_(:з)∠)_

After a few chapters, the first volume will be over, and then the second volume will be about two people seven years ago (there will be no chaos after seven years)

The goal is to finish writing the second volume during the holidays, and then finish Jian Yan

work hard!