Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

It is too expensive to study art. I have been with Mu Junchen for so long, and I have learned a little bit about it. Apart from the cost of professional courses, paints, brushes, and sketch paper are also very expensive.

"Actually, if you save a little, you don't need to spend too much money," Mu Junchen tempted on the other end of the phone, "For example, I have a lot of extra pens, old picture folders, sketchbooks that I don't use, etc. It's all fine. Here, I can go back to give you tutoring during the winter vacation, which saves a lot of money, doesn't it?"

"But you also have your own things to do... It's tiring to always help me and help me..."

What is more frightening is that he will bother me and fall in love with me. He needs to contribute money and effort, to teach culture and painting. He is like a horse, pulling my broken car.

I was especially afraid that he would get impatient and leave my broken car on the side of the road and quit.

"Is there anything to do?" Mu Junchen laughed meaningfully on the phone, and said, "What is more interesting than teaching my little shou to draw? If you get tired of plaster body painting, you can draw fruits and vegetables, fruits When you get tired of drawing vegetables, draw the human body..."

Me: "..." What the fuck, what are you talking about, why am I the only one who is his pet?

"Why did the topic jump here... I, I'm going to hang up, I haven't finished my homework..."

I don't believe that he would find it fun to teach me how to draw. Wouldn't it be nice to have time to play games by himself?I'm afraid he will bother me.

Mu Junchen: "Huaihuai, don't hang up. We haven't made an agreement yet. Anyway, you don't have any favorite majors to study, so learn a specialty and get extra points..."

Me: "I don't study, I hang up, seniors bye..."

"Don't hang up!! You fucking hang up a try!!!"

Mu Junchen roared loudly on the other end of the phone, which made me tremble with fright.

Damn, is this a matter of discussion? Why are you attacking me? Really, I want to kill him.

I held my mobile phone, didn't dare to hang up, and waited quietly for his next words.

"This is the last time for college entrance examination candidates to learn their specialties. It will be difficult to learn anything later." Mu Junchen's voice stabilized, "Huaihuai, do you want to go to the same school as me? You study fine arts and take the Jianghua exam. , we can still have a college, I will continue to be your senior."

It sounds really exciting.

But then he owed him a lot of money, and he didn't get any benefit from dating me. I was like a mosquito, sucking his blood all the time, sucking it all up.

I rubbed my eyes: "But learning to draw is very expensive..."

Mu Junchen continued to persuade: "It's really not expensive, do you feel embarrassed to spend my money all the time? If you persist for another year, you will have time to do it after you go to college.

Part-time job, in the provincial capital, the salary of college students as tutors is quite high, and a class can earn more than 100 yuan, so you go to college to make money and pay me back? "

"But you're out of money..." I whispered, and my tears burst into tears, "They said you ate steamed buns and mustard in the cafeteria, woo..."

There was no sound from Mu Junchen, and my crying could be heard throughout the phone.

He didn't speak, which means that what Zhang Jigang told me about him having no money to eat was true, but this month he gave me the same amount of living expenses as before, I didn't notice at all, and I didn't spend his money heartlessly , the living expenses are two thousand a month, and I spend my own money and grandma’s money, and there is still some left over. I never save it, and go out to restaurants and watch movies with Luo Guangzhou Jia Quan and the others.

He spoiled me, and when he was eating steamed buns in the cafeteria, I was eating out with Luo Guangzhou.

Mu Junchen is so handsome and handsome, how can he eat steamed buns and mustard?Just thinking about that picture makes me sad.

Zhang Jigang also said that he helped people deliver food and pick up couriers at school, and stood in the sun to hand out leaflets, which made him look like a black African.

I lay on the table and cried loudly, my nose was full of tears.

Mu Junchen was at a loss on the phone: "I, I...I didn't...Damn who told you! Is it Zhang Jigang's idiot?"

My eyes were itchy from crying, I rubbed my eyes and asked, "Why do you have no money, Mu Junchen... Is there something wrong at home?"

Mu Junchen was still stubborn: "I have money, how could I have no money..."

Me: "I don't study specialties, I just take the cultural test, if I can't pass the second degree, I go to a junior college... a junior college is also good, learn some skills, and a junior college is also very good..."

"I have money, I really do. It's just that I had a quarrel with my dad some time ago. He cut off my living expenses for a few months, and he started paying me again last month." Mu Junchen said in a weak tone, "Since you like Jiang Hua, just give it a try, can’t you? I see that you are also very interested in painting. The art history and other things I talked about are boring to others, but you have a lot of fun listening to them... ..Don't think about money, just think it's for me?"

Mu Junchen exhaled, and said weakly: "Jianghua is the bottom line that I can make do for you. I want to go to the same school as you, but... I still can't do it just to go to the same school as you A second degree...or, a junior college."

I thought about the reason why Mu Junchen joined Jianghua. Maybe it was because he was close to home, maybe he was used to eating out of the provincial capital, or maybe he just liked Jianghua. Very awesome school.

"I'm really rich now, you believe me, do you want me to show you a screenshot of the bank card balance?" Mu Junchen was very frustrated, "If you don't want to learn painting, you can learn other specialties, how about vocal music? Like? I don’t know if it’s too late to dance... Or the media? Broadcasting and hosting? But I don’t know if the height is enough..."

Mu Junchen had a worried tone, he was really worried.

"Can you? Baby, say something..." Every time he was completely at a loss, either he was angry with me or he screamed.

I didn't know how to answer him, I felt my head was in a mess: "Let me think about it..."

After thinking about it, the result is to learn. I also like Jianghua, and Mu Junchen really wants me to go to Jianghua, and his volunteer is for me.

In the first month of the third year of high school, I signed up for the training of art specialty students.

At the end of the first month and the National Day holiday, Mu Junchen returned to Anshan.

The house I rented earlier left early, and now I live in the dormitory of the school, living with a few junior high school students.After Mu Junchen stayed at home for a day, he came to Dong County to find me and lived with me at my grandmother's house.

It was still very hot in the south in October. After taking a shower at night, the two of them lay shirtless on the attic, blowing a little cool natural wind from the window. Mu Junchen told me about his time in university.

"Jianghua University's military training is very interesting. On the last day, the instructor took us to the shooting range to shoot."

Mu Junchen put his hands behind his head, and his tone was showing off.

"Zhang Jigang and his university military training also shot."

I couldn't see clearly when the light was off, so I touched Mu Junchen's chest and abdomen with my hands.

Mu Junchen was not very happy: "Then Jianghua University's gun shooting must be different from their university... What are you touching? Or you can go down a bit."

Me: "Check to see if you have eaten my favorite abs by eating steamed mustard."

Mu Junchen: "..."

"It's okay, it's still there, just a little thinner." I touched his waist, and found that it was narrower than before, thinner, and it felt very good. I couldn't hold back, and said cheaply , "I also suffered a little."

Even the air was silent.

I was a little panicked.

"Have you suffered a little?"

Mu Junchen also reached out to touch me. His big hands touched my breasts in two strokes. Then he grabbed my waist and slipped his other hand through the leg of my loose pajama pants and shorts. go in.

An operation is as fierce as a tiger.

Mu Junchen pressed me against the bed, pinching me and bumping into me: "Do you accept it? Do you still accept it?"

After all, he is an adult who has gone to college, and the school allows him to fall in love. He is also very obscene, and he is also very big and long. He is different from me, a pure and weak high school student. I am afraid that he will not be able to control him alone. He was about to stab me right through the Fa-rectification on the spot, and hurriedly said: "No! No! I suffer the most! Really! I made a mistake, brother..."

"It's useless to beg for mercy!" Mu Junchen said harshly, biting the back of my neck.

Ouch, that's called.

During the National Day, Mu Junchen stayed at my grandmother's house for five days. When I got up in the morning, I went to sell vegetables with me. When I came back, I set up an easel in the backyard. He acted as a model for me to practice.

However, I drew a lonely.

I bit my pen, waiting for Mu Junchen's comment.

Mu Junchen: "I'm sorry Huaihuai, I held back for a while, but I couldn't hold back. Let me ask you, is this me? Are you drawing my grandfather?"

"..." I wanted to retort weakly, but I felt too weak, so I swallowed the words back.

So the remaining four days became teacher Mu Junchen's one-on-one devil training with student Lu Huai.

In addition to painting, I just paint. If I don’t draw well, I get hit on the back of my hand, and when I’m distracted during class, I get hit on the back of my hand. When I go to bed at night, I hug and kiss me and say something like “Does it hurt, baby?”

I just feel horrible.

The happiest time is when I go out to use the toilet, and I feel like a free bird for a short time.

At the end of the National Day holiday, Mu Junchen packed his clothes, data cables, and power bank into his backpack, and was about to go back to school.

I took him to the bus stop and took a path that was deserted.

"You're glad I'm gone, aren't you?"

"No, it's super fun to meet the senior." I hugged him around the waist, thinking that it's better not to be so strict, it's really scary.

"Practice well, come back from winter vacation to check on you." Mu Junchen patted my head.

I didn't realize until he got on the bus that I forgot to ask him an important thing.

Why did he and his father quarrel?Cutting off living expenses feels like a serious matter.

I didn't have a chance to ask him this question in the next period of time. Special students had an extra cultural class during lunch break, and another special class after school in the afternoon, and the time suddenly became extremely tense.I finally had some time to call him on the weekend, but he went to the countryside to participate in an event, and the phone couldn't be reached because the signal there was not good.

At this time, Liu Yanyan suddenly asked me to borrow money.

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I just want to lie on the ground, sleepy until I pass out