Don't leave after school!

The temperature in the bathroom gradually increased.

When he regained his composure and realized what he had just done, his face was so red that it was about to bleed.

Song Ziming's family education is very good, and the family discipline since he was a child prevents him from going outside to seek promiscuity with men to satisfy his desires.After living for 26 years, he also keeps company with his right and left hands.

He felt that he might be sick, and not a serious one at all.

Song Ziming came to the school the next morning, and the teachers in the office were discussing it.

"Sure enough, he's the young master of a rich family. If you want to change your department, you can change it, regardless of whether you have a foundation in painting."

"If you have money, why do you need the basics of painting?"

"Haha, what you said is true. It's just that our drawing teacher has suffered. Well, Mr. Song, you don't know yet. Now there is a new big Buddha in the department, but the young master who is loved by thousands of people in the Gu family has to be careful in the future. .”

Song Ziming was suddenly named and raised his head, "Transfer student?"

"That's right, there is a painting novice who transferred from the finance department. His name is Gu Yang." The young female teacher who explained saw Song Ziming's raised face, and made an exaggerated picture of being shot by Cupid's arrow. The expression said, "Oh, seeing Teacher Song's face, I suddenly remembered that at least Mr. Gu has a good face. Forget it, bear it, for the sake of his face."

"Fantasy!" Another male teacher gave her a supercilious look.

There were a lot of transfer students in the school, Song Ziming didn't care about the one they were talking about.

During evening self-study, Song Ziming suddenly thought of the student from last night.

By coincidence, he took out the roster.

"At the request of the Academic Affairs Office, we will take a roll call tonight. For those students who haven't arrived yet, you can notify them to come over and sign in."

His high-sounding way.

However, after he finished reading the names of all the students and signed the rest of the signature, he couldn't find the student.

He frowned, isn't that student a design major?

Realizing that he was actually looking for that bad student, Song Ziming squeezed the roster, and secretly spurned himself for a few seconds.

After class, Song Ziming turned off the lights and windows in the classroom and wanted to leave.

As soon as he went out of the gate, he turned around and saw a tall figure leaning against the door of the classroom. He was taller than Song Ziming.It was the young man from last night.

The light in the corridor was dim, and a shadow fell on the young man. He was wearing a medieval European retro court uniform, with a straight cut and buttons tied around his neck, giving him an abstinent aura.It should have just rushed over from the club.

Facing the young man's jade-like dark eyes, Song Ziming felt a little guilty when he thought of what happened in the bathroom last night.

"The teacher is looking for me tonight?"

The young man spoke first.

He straightened up, put one hand in his pocket, and stared at Song Ziming with a smile in his long and narrow eyes.

"Which major are you in? Classmates, students of different majors have different places for self-study, so don't go to the wrong classroom again."

Song Ziming pretended to be nonchalant and looked for the classroom key in the briefcase.

"The teacher really doesn't want me to go to the wrong classroom?" The young man in front of him suddenly took two steps forward, and Song Ziming retreated subconsciously, and was forced to stick against the wall.