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

The transfer process is not very complicated. Of course, I don’t know how much Mu Junchen managed in it, in exchange for a simple process in my opinion. Even my aunt cooperated with him to come to the school as a guardian to apply for my transfer. book sign.

On a weekend in the middle of the last semester of the third year of high school, Mu Junchen came to the dormitory of No. [-] Middle School to help me pack my luggage and prepare to go to the new school.

There were two juniors who didn't go home in the dormitory. Seeing me packing my luggage, they seemed to want to ask something, but they didn't say anything when they saw that Mu Junchen was so big in our dormitory.

"Don't bring these clothes, don't want them."

Mu Junchen's arm has healed very quickly, and he quickly helped me tidy up, putting those old clothes that he had given me before into a big plastic bag and throwing them away.

Me: "Take it, you can still wear it."

"It's too old, go to the pedestrian street in the city tomorrow and buy some new ones."

"No, I just like these." I grabbed them and put them in the suitcase.

Mu Junchen stood there for a while, and suddenly looked at me with an expression of "I see", with a teasing smile in his eyes.

After the things were packed, Mu Junchen was carrying my quilt and so on, and I was pulling the suitcase and carrying a schoolbag.

"Senior, did you drop out of school and go home?" They asked me suddenly when they were about to leave the house.

Me: "Transfer school."

They asked again: "Which school do you want to go to? In the future... we can go and play with you, senior."

I took a final look at the students who lived with me for half a semester, and said, "I'm short on study time, so you guys should stop coming to play with me."

Mu Junchen seemed to have sensed something, and looked at them sharply. Now that the transfer procedures have been completed, I don't want to stay here any longer, so I pushed Mu Junchen's shoulders to go out.

Standing outside the door were Jia Quan, Gao Daqiang and Luo Guangzhou.

"I heard from the teacher in charge that you are going to transfer schools? Why don't you tell the buddies?" Jia Quan asked.

"Yeah, Ah Huai, don't you even tell me?" Luo Guangzhou also said, looking unhappy.

I didn't take the initiative to tell anyone about my transfer, I just wanted to leave in a low-key manner, but it's really a bit embarrassing not to tell Jia Quan and them.

"Forgot to say, sorry." I apologized with a smile.

Several people sent me to the school gate, hugged them one by one, and said goodbye. The last one was Luo Guangzhou.

I felt too complicated for him, I didn't know what to say, I just patted him on the shoulder: "Take care."

Luo Guangzhou's eyes were slightly red: "Ah Huai, why have you always been indifferent to me recently? What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, my car is here, I'm leaving, bye!"

I didn't want to say anything more to him, so I put the suitcase in the trunk of the taxi stopped by Mu Junchen, and sat in the back seat with Mu Junchen.

"Let's go now, are you willing to let them?" Mu Junchen turned his head and asked me, "Are you willing to stay here?"

"Be willing." I held his big warm hand, "I want to go to Jianghua with you."

Mu Junchen's peach-blossom eyes brightened, he clenched my hand, tilted his head and turned to the side, the taxi slowly drove away from the door of No. [-] Middle School, and the early autumn sun shattered the shadows of the trees, passing by in the car.

The atmosphere of City No. [-] Middle School is completely different from that of County No. [-] Middle School, and the teacher's teaching methods are also very different. It is not like No. [-] Middle School. If you don't understand and don't explain, let the teacher who forcibly memorizes.

The teachers here are generally more patient and have a stronger ability to solve puzzles. Although the pace of class is faster than that of No. [-] Middle School, they can still keep up in general.

The professional teacher, Mu Junchen asked his former teacher to guide me, and his level is much better than the teacher arranged by No. [-] Middle School.

At the end of the semester, during the mock exam, my grades were finally approaching Jianghua's score line in previous years.

It's just that I study too hard, I'm a little short-sighted, and my body is exhausted.

The university vacation was early, and Mu Junchen came back as soon as the winter vacation was over. He rented a small house next to the city's No. [-] Middle School. He cooked nutritious meals for me and sent them over every noon. He also helped me with my revision.

Because I was going to the provincial capital for training, the art candidates ended the semester ahead of schedule. Not long after, I ushered in the first final exam in the city's No. [-] Middle School.

On the day after the exam, the winter vacation is over, and the results will be notified on the group and home school communication when the time comes, and the certificates will be issued in advance, not based on the results of the final exam, but based on the usual results and performance of this semester.

The most troublesome part of the winter vacation and summer vacation is moving books. All the books have to be moved home. Otherwise, during the vacation, which book is suddenly needed for review and is not available, I will feel very irritable and may even quarrel with my family.

There are only a few months before the college entrance examination, and everyone is like this, with a lot of pressure and a lot of temper.

Mu Junchen didn't dare to provoke me, and every day he talked to me in a cautious tone, like a eunuch talking to the emperor.

"Huaihuai, do you want to wear glasses tomorrow? Didn't you say that you can't read the teacher's words on the blackboard after changing positions?"

Mu Junchen brought a schoolbag, carrying my teaching aids for various subjects.

"Your brother came to pick you up? That's great." Someone in the class saw Mu Junchen coming, and said enviously, "I also want my brother to help me move the books. Lu Huai, can you borrow it?"

I smiled and said, "No."

Classmate: "Stingy."

Of course he is stingy, after all, he is not an ordinary brother.

After waving goodbye to a few classmates we were more familiar with, Mu Junchen and I left the No. [-] Middle School of the city, and happened to pass by an eye shop, and went in to get a pair of glasses.

Reading is not high, one is 150 degrees, and the other is 120 degrees. After measuring the prescription, I tried on several frames, and chose Mu Junchen's favorite - a large silver-white frame with a thin frame.

Put the schoolbag in the glasses store, go to the nearby supermarket to buy some snacks and ingredients, and when I came back, the glasses were ready, Mu Junchen picked out a glasses case, I put the glasses on, carried the things, and went back to the rental house together go.

It was quite new to wear myopia glasses for the first time. I looked in the mirror and looked in the mirror again and again. I felt that I was indescribably elegant and handsome wearing glasses. The more I looked, the more handsome I became.

"Steamed or braised?" Mu Junchen was busy in the kitchen and asked me.

"Braised." I grabbed two handfuls of hair, went into the kitchen, and stood next to him, "Mu Junchen, look at me, don't you think I'm handsome?"

Mu Junchen looked at me carefully, his eyes darkened, and said, "Yes, I will look even more handsome if I change into a shirt."

I looked him in the eyes, nodded, and turned out of the kitchen to look for a shirt in the bedroom.

Because I am busy with studying, I hardly wear shirts, and I am too lazy to button them. I only wear pullover sweaters and T-shirts.

So I turned over Mu Junchen's shirt and took it out.

Because I insist on playing basketball and hanging on the horizontal bar, and I also drink milk every day, I have grown two centimeters, and I have 1707, and I can wear shoes to 172. Wearing Mu Junchen's shirt will not be as long as before. .

In a white shirt and light blue jeans, I stood at the door of the kitchen with my glasses slipping slightly between my nose, and asked Mu Junchen, "Is that so?"

"Well... that's it, he's pretty handsome." Mu Junchen suddenly washed his hands, "Are you hungry?"

Me: "Not hungry, let's go to the room and play for a while."

Mu Junchen: "..."

Me: "Do you think I look like a teacher like this?"

Mu Junchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What are you thinking about?"

In the drawer of the room, I found a black soft stick pointer that I bought before, and when Mu Junchen came in, I just hit his ass with the stick.

Mu Junchen gave a "tsk" sound, pointed at me and poked around in the air, looking like a doormat: "You wait for me, the day when your college entrance examination ends is the day when your good days will come to an end."

"Go to bed."

Hehe, the college entrance examination is still early, as long as I don't take the college entrance examination for a day, I will be so arrogant and so shy.

The so-called living tomorrow's share means that tomorrow's self has no share to live.

Mu Junchen lay down on the bed aggrieved, with his back leaning on the pillow, one leg bent, with a look of waiting to be torn.

I sat on his crotch with ease, looked at his face through the glasses, and patted his extremely handsome face lightly with the pointer: "Call me teacher."

"Pfft!" Mu Junchen laughed, put his hands on my waist, and shook like a tractor, "Huaihuai, can you...don't be so funny?"

"Quickly call you!" I got angry and grabbed his collar, "You pervert always ask me to call you brother-in-law or something, what's wrong if I ask you to call you a teacher?"

"Okay, okay, I'll prepare." Mu Junchen became serious, looked at me silently for a while, as if preparing for it, then moved his lips, and called out in a low voice, "Baby."

I:"……"

"It's not this, it's not this!" I grabbed his collar and shook it for a while.

"Good good good good good good good! I really called!" Mu Junchen took another serious meal, stared at me, and said, "Baby."

"..." I grabbed his neck.

At this time, Mu Junchen suddenly turned over and pressed me on the bed, holding my neck with one hand, and said in a low voice: "Teacher, why are you wearing my clothes? Are you seducing your students?"

Originally, I really wanted to play like this, but when he really called out, I felt weird again. After all, his expression was so serious, as if he was really questioning his teacher.

"It's okay, that's it... I've had enough." I pushed his chest and planned to go out.

"What's enough, teacher?" Mu Junchen stretched out his hand to unbutton my shirt, and said, "Teacher, can I help you unbutton it? Why are you buttoning it so tightly to block something beautiful?"

"Don't call me teacher, I don't think it's fun! It's fine!" I wanted to stop him, how could he call this name so evil?

Mu Junchen took advantage of the fire and said, "Don't play anymore? Then you are called brother-in-law."

We haven't played like this for a long time, and I was immediately unhappy, staring at him: "Crazy."

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Whenever I'm down, all I can think about is boat scenes (sigh)

The fever is gone today, the nucleic acid test is also negative, but I still have a little energy, I get sleepy easily, I'm going to sleep, good night