Little crying bag always wants to tag me

Yiling is now in her third year of high school, her grades are still as good as ever, and her actions are as free as before, coming and going freely.When everyone else was struggling to study papers, only Yiling was still the same as the first year of senior high school. He missed the classes he didn't like, went to the court to play if he had nothing to do, and never participated in evening self-study.

Lin Chenggang felt a headache, and took a chance to call Yiling to the office for a private chat.

Lin Chenggang frowned and began to persuade: "Love to play has its limits. If you really think you have good grades, you can do it for yourself. Your competitors are not students from Class A, but top students from all schools in the country, do you understand?"

Yiling frowned: "Since when did you become such a mother-in-law? You talk too much and catch up with the director of the teaching department."

"It's not forced by you!" Lin Chenggang almost couldn't help but slapped the table and stood up: "It's the last year, take it easy, we're both good to be admitted to a good school and graduate smoothly. Don't worry about each other in the future!"

Yi Ling smiled: "I'm sorry, I didn't miss you at first."

"You boy!" Lin Chenggang wanted to roll up his sleeves angrily.

"Don't worry," Yi Ling shrugged, "I won't make things difficult for you. My grandfather has already submitted an application for a British university for me. In the future, I will not study in China."

"Already submitted?" Lin Chenggang was a little surprised: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask me either," Yi Ling spread his hands, "You always give me a training, and after the training, you let me go, and you didn't give me a chance to talk!"

Lin Cheng just thought about it carefully, and it was really true, so he sat down with a tiger face: "Which school?"

Originally, this matter had nothing to do with Lin Chenggang, but at least it was out of concern, and Yiling also told the name of the school to save face.

"I've heard of this school, and the biotechnology field is pretty good." Lin Chenggang pointed at the desktop and glanced at Yiling: "Are you confident to pass the application?"

Yiling smiled: "My grandfather is the chief director of the Fund Association, what do you think?"

Lin Chenggang nodded and waved his hands: "Okay, let's go back to class."

Yiling turned around and left, Lin Chenggang added behind him: "Go back to the classroom! Dare to skip class and look back to see how I deal with you!"

"Oh~~~"

Yiling replied casually, and after leaving the classroom and office, he leaned against the wall and walked along the corridor until he reached the stairs.

Looking back, well, Lin Chenggang is pouring water.

Yiling jumped down the steps in two or three steps.

If I don't skip class, I will go to other people's classes.

-

Bai Zexiao's physical education elective this year is basketball. Before Yiling walked to the court, he saw Bai Zexiao among a group of students from afar. One leaps up and throws the basketball into the hoop.

nice shot!

Yi Ling said it unconsciously, and when Bai Zexiao turned his head, his eyes met Yi Ling's.

Yiling smiled as a greeting, pointed to the classmates next to Bai Zexiao, and signaled him to keep playing and leave him alone.

Bai Zexiao didn't know if he understood, so he ran to the edge of the basketball court and looked at Yiling through the net.

"elder brother."

"Well," Yiling nodded, and raised his chin: "You play with yourself, don't worry about me, I'll just take a look."

"I can't play well if you watch me from the side, and I can't concentrate when I think of you watching."

"Aren't you good at fighting?" Yi Ling raised his eyebrows: "I don't even know when you practiced."

"This proves that we haven't spent enough time together," Bai Zexiao leaned his head against the net, lowered his voice, a little resentful, and seemed to be coquettish: "When you're not here, I can only pass the time with these things, I don't know. It became like this without realizing it.”

Yiling laughed: "If I don't accompany you every day in love, you will be in the NBA later?"

"Brother," Bai Zexiao pointed to the door of the basketball court: "Come in together?"

Yiling glanced at Bai Zexiao's class teacher who was sitting in the corner drinking tea, and looked at Bai Zexiao with a smile: "Shall we play together?"

"kindness."

"Seriously or play casually."

Bai Zexiao smiled: "You decide."

"Play seriously, bring some bets." Yi Ling bit the collar of his school uniform and took off his jacket: "If you win, what do you want?"

"You," Bai Zexiao almost blurted out, Yi Ling frowned: "This won't work, let me be more specific."

For a while, Bai Zexiao couldn't think of any bets, so he just shook his head: "Brother, you go ahead."

"Then I'll tell you, if I win," Yi Ling had already walked in, tiptoeing and wrapping his arms around Bai Zexiao's neck, pulling him down to level with himself.

"I want you to cry once for me," Yi Ling whispered close to Bai Zexiao's ear, hot air puffed on Bai Zexiao's ear, Yi Ling smiled slyly: "It's been a long time since I saw you cry. "

-

The game lasted from playing to after school, the two of them were already sweating profusely, and they didn't have time to calculate the win or loss. They just wanted to go home and change their sweaty clothes and take a shower.

Bai Zexiao's bedroom.

Yi Ling took off his half-wet top, heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head, and saw Bai Zexiao with his upper body on his back, looking down for clothes in the closet.

Yi Ling approached him quietly from behind, reached out and patted Bai Zexiao's chest violently.

"Brother!" Bai Zexiao grasped the troubled hand on his chest with quick eyes, turning his head to glance at Yiling with some flustered eyes.

"Not bad, this muscle." Yiling chin knocked on Bai Zexiao's shoulder, and said with a smile, "I believe even if it's an alpha physique."

"Brother," Bai Zexiao's ears turned red, "Stop joking."

"Did you count the ball just now?"

"Forget it, you won."

"Oh," Yiling raised his eyebrows: "Then what should we do?"

"Brother," Bai Zexiao said with a perplexed expression, "I can't cry."

"Didn't you be able to cry when you were a child? Tears come as soon as you say it," Yiling smiled, and didn't continue to tease him: "Okay, I'll take a shower first!"

Yiling entered the bathroom, raised his hand to look for towels from the cabinet, the bathroom door was open, Bai Zexiao was standing outside, staring at him fixedly.

Bai Zexiao especially likes to stare at him, and he still does after all these years.

Most of the time, Yiling doesn't care, just look at it, and it won't lose a piece of meat.

For some reason today, Yiling looked at Bai Zexiao's eyes and asked out of nowhere: "Do you want to be together?"

As soon as the words were finished, Bai Zexiao smiled: "Okay."

Before Yi Ling could react, Bai Zexiao had already squeezed into the bathroom, standing next to Yi Ling.

The boy lowered his head and smiled innocently: "Hurry up, two people together."

Probably because I was a little excited after playing golf today, or because Yu Man's words made Yi Ling no longer have any scruples. He changed his clothes and left the bathroom.

The two lay flat on the bed, looking at each other quietly.

"Xiaoxiao, I remember what I mentioned to you before, is there something I want to teach you?" Yiling's heart beat a little faster, and he couldn't help feeling his cheeks getting hot.

Bai Zexiao's wet hair was pushed back, his black eyes were clear and pure.

"Well, I remember."

"Then," Yi Ling swallowed, "How about I teach you the beginning today?"

Bai Zexiao blinked and looked at Yiling without speaking for a long time.

Yiling's heart was beating like a drum, his throat was dry, and his mind was already in a mess.

"How do I cooperate?"

"Don't do anything, just lie down." Yi Ling turned over and knelt beside Bai Zexiao.

The curtains in the bedroom were not drawn, and the faint moonlight shone on Bai Zexiao's neck. Yiling took a deep breath, emboldened himself, and leaned over to touch his neck.

Probably because the shaking of the hands was too obvious, Bai Zexiao let out a chuckle, and the skin of Yiling's hands trembled slightly: "Brother, don't be nervous."

"I'm not nervous," Yi Ling blushed, raised his head and gave Bai Zexiao a non-threatening look: "I'm not nervous!"

When his fingers passed over his chest, Yiling already felt bad, his heart beat so fast that it seemed to jump out of his throat, his hands were trembling badly, and he couldn't even do simple actions like unbuttoning his pajamas.

A pair of big hands appeared, even if they relieved Yi Ling.

He reached out and unbuttoned the first button of his pajamas, and put his big hand on Yiling's wrist: "Brother, continue."

Yi Ling swallowed, as if encouraged, she gritted her teeth and continued.

Following Yi Ling's movements, Bai Zexiao's hand also slowly moved upwards along his wrist, the pajama sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, and the tactile sensation brought by his fingertips gently rubbing his knuckles disturbed Yi Ling's thoughts.

Yi Ling was a little annoyed: "Don't move."

"Brother, I want to touch you."

Bai Zexiao lay on the pillow, his half-wet black hair scattered on the pillow.The young man's eyes were very clean, and Yi Ling was surrounded by a deep longing inside.

Yiling couldn't refuse.

Yi Ling fell down on Bai Zexiao as if deflated, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

It was obvious that he proposed to teach Bai Zexiao, but in the end it was himself who couldn't stand it first.

Yiling gave up on herself and buried her face in Bai Zexiao's arms, muttering softly, "I'm ashamed."

"What." Bai Zexiao raised his head slightly, and put his arms around Yiling's waist.

"Nothing?" Yi Ling spread out his hands: "Where you want to touch, I will grant you, touch it!"

-

The students who were tormented by the third year of high school complained endlessly, and the only thing they had a little hope for was the physical education class twice a week. Zhang Xu hugged Yiling from behind with a basketball in his arms, excitedly saying, "Yishen, let's play ball."

Yi Ling's face was not very good-looking, and he carefully covered Zhang Xu's chest with his arms: "It's possible, but you can't—"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Man who was walking ahead suddenly turned around and bumped his elbow on Yi Ling's chest.

Yiling's face turned green, he stumbled, and clutched his chest for a long time, unable to speak.

"What's wrong?" Yu Man was taken aback, looked down at Yiling's face, and carefully reviewed himself: "I really didn't use much force, so I just touched it lightly, Zhang Xu——!"

Yu Man bumped Zhang Xu again: "Does it hurt?"

Zhang Xu rubbed his chest, and shook his head frankly: "It's nothing, what's wrong with you, Yishen?"

Yishen managed to calm down his face, and waved his hand: "It's okay, you can play, don't hit me with mercy, I can't stand it."

After a game, Yiling was like Kuai Tofu, untouchable. After playing for a while, he himself felt bored, so he found a place to sit and drink water.

"What's the matter with you?" Yu Man followed, looking at his chest unconsciously: "If I hadn't gone to the bathroom with you, I would have thought you were a woman! You protect your chest like that."

"I haven't been very comfortable these two days." Yi Ling sat down propped up on the ground, the fabric on his chest was pulled, and Yi Ling's expression turned a little bit bad.

"No, are you hurt?"

"No, it doesn't hurt, it's just—" Yi Ling's expression was a bit perplexed: "It's a little swollen, and it feels strange when the cloth rubs against it."

Yu Man didn't understand: "How can the chest be swollen when it's fine?"

Yiling was a little embarrassed, and after being silent for a long time, he whispered: "Bai Zexiao made it, and he also has it on his waist, but it's a little better."

"what?"

Yi Ling blushed, and complained in a muffled voice: "The brat's attack is not serious, tsk! If I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have agreed to him."

Yu Man's face also turned red.

Ah, this...

Did you hear something terrible?

-

Bai Zexiao has been in a bad mood these two days.

The experience of touching Yiling's skin that night was wonderful, like opening the door to a new world. Bai Zexiao was not satisfied with just looking at it. If possible, the feeling of touching it with his own hands would make him feel more satisfied. .

But Yiling doesn't seem to like this very much.

In the past two days, Yiling has always tried every means to avoid him. Whenever Bai Zexiao approached, he would immediately notice that Yiling's emotions began to tense, as if he was about to run away at any time.

Does he not like it?

This kind of cognition made Bai Zexiao feel irritable for no reason.

Bai Zexiao walked through the corridor of the laboratory building and entered the bathroom in the corner, thinking wildly.

Usually few people come here, as soon as Bai Zexiao entered, a pair of students who were entwined and kissing were frightened and separated in a panic.

Bai Zexiao's mind was full of excitement, he didn't notice anyone in the toilet at all, he just brushed past two people, and even bumped into the short student.

"Hey! Is there anyone like you? It's not a good thing to see you every time, hey! You are not gentle at all!"

The voice was somewhat familiar, and when Bai Zexiao turned around, it was indeed Yi Que

The other boy had already left, Yique was clutching his shoulders in disheveled clothes, the hem of the school uniform had been pulled up to his stomach, exposing a small piece of skin.

Bai Zexiao frowned, and he asked, "Don't you feel uncomfortable? Being touched like this by others?"

"Not at all," Yique raised her chin: "It's very comfortable, do you have any comments?"

Bai Zexiao was puzzled.

Then why would Yiling not like it?

Yi Que had a panoramic view of Bai Zexiao's expression, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "Why, it's not harmonious with Yiling?"

Bai Zexiao pursed his lips and remained silent.

Yi Que understood: "Is the job not good enough to be dismissed?"

Bai Zexiao gave him a cold look, and Yi Que shrugged: "Forget it, I wanted to help you, but seeing you, I'd better not mind my own business."

Yi Que was about to leave, but suddenly he heard Bai Zexiao behind him say, "How much do you want?"

Yique smiled triumphantly, took out her phone and shook it: "No money, just give me my WeChat ID."

Bai Zexiao's face was full of reluctance, and Yi Que spread his hands: "Please, if you don't give me your contact information, how can I send you 'good things'?"