my brother is not cute at all

What Linghou Zeqi never expected was that the silent night seemed to hear his inner cries through the noisy blood, so it really gave him a sleepless night.

Adhering to the artistic tenet of "As long as there is love in my heart, there is a stage everywhere", Yang Yue regarded the large kingsize as a stage where he was allowed to be unrestrained, and interpreted the lyrics with his body in his sleep——

Spinning, jumping, he closed his eyes.

Bai Xue, Xia Ye, he doesn't stop...

The quilt tightly wrapped around his body had already been kicked away by him, and it was pressed under his thin and fair thighs. When he felt cold, he turned into a koala spirit, hugged Hou Zeqi tightly to keep warm, and waited When he was warmed by the body temperature, he rolled out of the quilt again and continued to sculpt various shocking and difficult shapes.

For a while, the goddess scattered flowers, and for a while, Chang'e flew to the moon.

For a while Gaia energy cannons, and for a while crows fly.

When Hou Zeqi was finally kicked out of bed by a Foshan Wuying leg, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned on the floor lamp beside the bed, and then saw Yang Yue heroically chopping a horizontal fork on the soft and spacious bed, amazing The flexibility made every inch of his muscles tight and smooth, and even the toes were stretched into a beautiful crescent shape.

Hou Zeqi: "..."

My ancestor, you have slept like this, yet you still tell me that you are a light sleeper?

Hou Zeqi pinched the center of his brows with a headache, calmed down for a while, and then crept onto the bed, broke Yang Yue's slender legs to the range of normal people, and lightly lifted his t-shirt that had been turned into a necklace. Gently tore it off and smoothed it out, then put it into a cute little one lying on its side on the bed, and then turned off the light after the quilt was re-covered.

For the sake of peace in the second half of the night, he passed Yang Yue's waist with his strong and long arms, hugged him tightly behind his back, squeezed his thin fist with his big hand, then raised one leg to press his legs, and fixed him firmly Hold on, to ensure that everything is safe, he threatened in a low voice: "If you move around again, you will be tied up."

The night flowed slowly and silently like water, Hou Zeqi fell into a deep sleep with the person in his arms watching the moonlight, without a dream all night.

The sky is like the thick ink that has lost its color, and it lights up a little bit in the morning after the rain.

Early in the morning, Yang Xing was woken up by the urge to urinate, and after draining the water, he realized that his older brother had disappeared inexplicably. He looked around and found a blanket on the sofa, and there was still Yang Xing on the coffee table. A mobile phone with a mosaic tiger head case.

"Where did you go, why did you even leave your phone behind?"

Yang Xing muttered in a low voice, grabbed his phone and knocked symbolically on the door next door: "Brother, are you in? I'm coming in."

"There's a mobile phone on the coffee table, it's—"

With a few sleepy voices, Yang Xing stopped abruptly, staring at the scene in front of him, as if the sword of Damox hanging above his head crashed and pierced through the Tianling Gai, he froze in place as if his soul had been scattered.

On the soft and messy tatami, Hou Zeqi hugged Yang Yue's waist from behind, and the two of them stuck together tightly in a spoon-like sleeping position of a couple with a large sleeve and a small sleeve.

Hearing the sound, Yang Yue squinted her sleepy eyes and raised her head to look this way. Her tiny movements moved her whole body slightly, and the fragrant hair brushed against the tip of Hou Zeqi's nose, rubbing hairs all over her face. Rough itching.

Before he could see who the tall and thin figure standing behind the door was, his head was pushed back into the pillow by a big dry and warm hand behind him, and then the subwoofer that was close at hand blew from his ears. There was a muffled sound: "Hey, don't move around."

"!"

The hot and humid breath was blown out behind the ears, and a hot stream hit the back from the tailbone like electricity, causing most of Yang Yue's drowsiness to dissipate immediately, and all the senses of the body gradually woke up, and a hot body temperature was tightly wrapped around her back He also had a pair of arms around his waist that tightly bound him.

What's more deadly is that, through two thin layers of pajama pants, he clearly felt something energetic behind him...

Hold.

Yang Yue cursed secretly, and the veins on her forehead immediately stretched.

The corner of Yang Xing's mouth twitched, and he keenly sensed a sense of crisis emerging from the turbulent air, and immediately jumped up and shouted: "I, I, I didn't see anything!!" He covered his eyes and scrambled Slammed the door!

With a loud bang, Yang Yue's hairs all over his body suddenly exploded, twisting his body and struggling!

"Hiss, don't mess around!"

"You let go!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, Hou Zeqi subconsciously let go of his arm, followed by a muffled bang!The pain from his back swept across his whole body in an instant, and when he finally opened his eyes to focus, there was only the white ceiling in front of him.

"..."

In just 6 hours, he was honorably kicked off the bed twice by Yang Yue.

Hou Zeqi felt a little upset and aggrieved. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a curse. He raised his body with difficulty and turned his head to look over. Their gazes met in the air. He opened his mouth and just held back. Say one: "You..."

A fluffy and soft pillow hit his face in the air!

There was a brief blackout in front of her eyes, and when she focused again, Yang Yue had already slammed the door shut with such force that the murals on the wall trembled slightly three times.

Hou Zeqi: "..."

In the end, when Yang Yue went out with a gloomy face, Yang Xing didn't even dare to meet his eyes.

in the corridor.

Jiang Haibo let out a "hey" voice, and caught up with Yang Yue from behind, pulled her body up and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter with you today? Why do I think you look so bad?"

"There is something wrong with your eyesight." Yang Yue pushed his face away and walked downstairs quickly.

Jiang Haibo immediately chased after him relentlessly: "Can you stop being so cruel? I care about you."

Yang Yue ignored it, and went down to the first floor in a few steps with her flexible legs.

When passing by the door of the classroom at the entrance of the corridor, Jiang Haibo strode to catch up with him, grabbed the man's backpack and shouted: "Yang Xiaoyue! Stop!"

The earth-shattering voice was especially loud in the corridor where the get out of class bell had not yet rang. Yang Yue became anxious, so she turned around and covered his mouth with such force that she wanted to smash Jiang Haibo's two front teeth.

"Keep your voice down! It's not over yet."

The iron sand palm slapped Jiang Haibo into silence immediately. The teacher in the classroom heard the movement outside the door, came over and opened the door, and the two turned their heads at the same time when they heard the sound.

"Guide Ha..."

Jiang Haibo murmured, and Yang Yue, who was standing in front of him, was carried into the classroom.

"You came at the right time. I'll go upstairs to hand in the form. You help me keep an eye on get off work, and help them figure out the small rower combination, and the rhythm beats Gu Geli's length."

Hal pressed him on the low cabinet in front of the mirror, stuffed the drum stick into his hand, picked up a piece of fluffy paper and left, the whole process was as smooth as flowing clouds and flowing water.

Yang Yue and Jiang Haibo: "..."

Yep, free volunteers live up to their reputation.

Jiang Haibo sighed secretly, and asked curiously, "How can he use you like he uses his son?"

Yang Yue sighed: "Not only that, his own son probably won't be summoned to his house in the middle of the night to help cut music."

Alarm bells rang in Jiang Haibo's heart: "He asked you to go to his house in the middle of the night?!"

"Well, I'm going to stay overnight," Yang Yue ignored him after finishing speaking, and beat the long drum to signal the whole class to recover.

This is the men's folk dance performance class led by Hal. I have been with him for two years. The teacher-student relationship is as good as brothers, and I often joke with him.But they haven't had much contact with Yang Yue. They only heard some nicknames such as the cold-faced little Hades and the marbles in the college. So when Hal left, they became more serious, and no one wanted to be the first one. A person who is bullied.

"Everyone and my rhythm, be a single knee-bending rower in the group."

Yang Yue knocked out a string and prepared to shoot, and all the boys in the class started to move to his drumbeat.

Jiang Haibo took out his phone, clicked on Hou Zeqi's WeChat avatar, and sent a message: What's the matter with you?I tell you to keep an eye on your brother!Why did he sleep at his mentor's house? !

Hou Zeqi replied quickly: nonsense, he obviously slept with me last night.

Jiang Haibo:?

He glanced in Yang Yue's direction with a dazed expression on his face, and he was pointing at a boy to correct his movements: "The one on the left in the second row is the one on the left, don't look at it, how do you bend and stretch? Stun, stretch, The three elements of stretching run through from beginning to end, it is to let your rhythm fill the rhythm continuously, not to let you jump up the body, come and let me give you the rhythm and you can do the movements yourself."

The smooth and imposing drumbeat flowed out, and Jiang Haibo's phone vibrated. Hou Zeqi didn't intend to explain anything, but just asked: Are you two with his mentor now?

"Don't run away, be steady! It's like a firecracker is under your feet. If I light you a fire, you can go to the sky."

Jiang Haibo typed: I'm not here now, maybe in a while.

Hou Zeqi replied: hold him back for me, and treat you to milk tea later.

Jiang Haibo picked a wink expression of a kitten and sent it, and put away his phone contentedly.

Here, Yang Yue has already charged in front of a boy aggressively, and tapped the back of his hand with a drum stick: "What kind of hand shape is the Korean nationality? Can you give your fingertips some strength? Your heart is too far away from the fingertips and you can't control it." Is it?"

The boy next to him couldn't hold it back, and laughed, Yang Yue rolled his eyes and said, "Why are you laughing! I haven't mentioned your steel fork hand yet! You can get a stick under your crotch when you turn around in a melon patch." Already!"

"Pfft—" Jiang Haibo didn't hold back this time, and laughed out loud.

Yang Yue glared at him: "If you make trouble again, get out of here."

"That won't work," Jiang Haibo immediately stopped laughing, and raised his eyebrows at him mysteriously: "I have a mission, so I have to keep an eye on you."

"..."

Yang Yue didn't bother to talk to him. After 10 minutes, he walked out of the college gate with the students after school, and only then did he know what Jiang Haibo meant by having a mission.

"I invite you to drink milk tea," Hou Zeqi's deep eyebrows and eyes looked from under the very low peaked cap, with a smile on his face.

He shook the milk tea in his hand, handed one cup to Yang Yue, and one cup to Jiang Haibo.

Yang Yue suddenly understood that she was once again betrayed by Jiang Haibo, a pig teammate.

"What do you mean? Afraid that I would run away from home and come to block me again?" He took the milk tea and skillfully took out the straw and pricked it open.

"Of course not," Hou Zeqi opened his mouth to deny, "You ran away after kicking someone in the morning, of course I came to settle accounts with you."

What a fart, thinking of the scene in the morning, Yang Yue's face became hot, shouldn't I kick you?

At this time, Jiang Haibo came over very gossip, and asked Yang Yue, "Why are you kicking him? Are you two fighting again?"

Yang Yue pushed his face away irritably: "Does it have something to do with you?"

"There was no fight, he hit me unilaterally," Hou Zeqi said, "He had no place to sleep last night, I kindly took him in and gave him a haven of love, but he was fine and beat me several times in his sleep Not to mention, he kicked me under the bed at the end. This is not over, I managed to hold down his restless little arms and legs, and when he opened his eyes in the morning, he kicked me again without saying a word, Did you say it's not too much?"

After hearing the ins and outs of the incident, Yang Yue bit the straw and was dumbfounded. So it was he who did it first?

When Jiang Haibo heard it, he was startled and agreed: "Oh, that's really too much!"

Yang Yue elbowed him in the chest, turned her head and looked at Hou Zeqi in disbelief: "I hit people when I sleep?"

At this time, Jiang Haibo came in with the most right to speak: "I testify, once I slept with you at a commercial performance, and you woke me up three times in the middle of the night."

Yang Yue: "..."

"Well, you are very good, you are much more fierce than your brother," Hou Zeqi praised him.

Neuropathy!

Yang Yue's face turned red and then turned pale, and she left the two of them quickly and walked away in anger and embarrassment.

Jiang Haibo reached out to stop him, but by coincidence, a burst of greetings from students behind him made him turn his head with a group of girls shouting "Teacher Bobo".

Hou Zeqi quickly followed Yang Yue, and lowered his voice to tease him: "I want to run after kicking? Are you going to apologize to me?"

"Is there something wrong with you?" Yang Yue gritted her teeth and said, "I kicked you because your thing hit me."

Hou Zeqi wondered, "What did I hit you against?"

Blue veins stretched out on Yang Yue's forehead: "You are a man, what else can you push against me in the morning?"

Hou Zeqi glanced down along his abdominal muscles, and suddenly realized, the smile on the corner of his mouth suddenly deepened: "Then I'm a man, the thing in the morning can't stand up to you, is there something wrong?"

"..." Yang Yue choked hard on him, stopped in her tracks, and stared fiercely at her.

Suddenly, there was a splash of water behind him, and a few drops of warm liquid splashed on his exposed ankles, the atmosphere was suddenly interrupted, Yang Yue turned her head and followed the cup of milk tea that fell on the ground to look——

Jiang Haibo was standing behind him, his hand holding the milk tea was empty, and he was already dumbfounded.

The author says:

From this week, we will have five rests and two rests, and two and five rests~