I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

Apparently, the surrounding students were also very curious. Some looked at them, and some cursed at them for affecting their studies and then continued to read the outline in their hands.

"Is there something wrong with her? I heard from the fourth class that she has never participated in physical education classes or running exercises."

"What disease, is it contagious? My Cao! Don't hurt me."

"Cut, I'm just pretending to have any illness. The next class is the head teacher's class. She doesn't want to be troubled anymore, so she ran out." The girl sitting in a row turned her head and squinted at the two vacant seats. It was the representative of the Chinese class, "The squad leader is really free. What do you care about this kind of person who pretends to be sick and goes to the infirmary to sleep every few days."

Zhang Youyuan is not deaf and has an impatient temper. He must not stand idly by when he hears these harsh sarcastic remarks.

"Do you have a doctor's qualification certificate or something, and you can tell at a glance that someone is pretending to be sick?"

Wang Lin smiled, stood up and looked at her, "Isn't it you who gossiped about her a few days ago, what? You were caught by that snack in just a few days, and you were eager to speak for others?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Oh? Or, the rich nouveau riche is giving you pocket money, just like she gave the school leader money to insert into the first class, so you can be so stupid."

"you!"

Tang Yi pressed Zhang Youyuan's shoulders to prevent her from rushing out to beat someone unsteadily, then she looked at the girl with a serious voice, "Zhang Youyuan will talk to Bang Wen Yu, that's because she's not the kind who doesn't dare to say anything in person. But behind their backs, they use vicious language to speculate about other people's cowards."

"Maybe you are very proud that you have not fallen in Class One since the first year of high school, but if I could, I can also guess that it is because your mother is a Chinese teacher in Class One, and she used improper means to get you into Class One." class, let you be the representative of the Chinese class, fake your grades, and let you stay in class one."

"Oh, did you know Wang Lin." Tang Yi laughed mockingly, and took out a paper from Wen Yu's messy pile, "In the last monthly exam, her math score was [-] points higher than yours."

"I think you are only qualified to discuss here if you have at least made up a whole set of wrong questions. How did the person who scored so much higher than you in the math test in a month get transferred to the first class?"

Wang Lin was speechless. If someone else could say that you belittled me so much, how would you do in the exam?

But facing Tang Yi, she couldn't do it.

Song Qiulin has always been the number one in the class.

And Tang Yi is the second child of ten thousand years.

She couldn't and didn't have the ability to question a person who pulled her down by a few points.

She could swear at Zhang Youyuan at the end of the crane, but she couldn't even muster up the courage to speak to Tang Yi.

Because she can't find a sense of superiority.

"You are very silent. I want to thank you for your silence. It makes my ears feel better." Tang Yi withdrew his hand that suppressed Zhang Youyuan and looked down at the book. "I hope you can keep this silence until the head teacher comes to class, so that we can Quiet and practice for a while."

Wang Lin: ...

Zhang Youyuan rubbed his shoulders, and stared at Tang Yi, "Fuck! Sister Tang! I will call you sister now! You are too handsome."

Tang Yi ruthlessly pushed her face away, "Shut up, and be quiet too."

When Song Qiulin rushed out of the corridor, he happened to see Wen Yu bend over and get into the toilet.

She followed in, all the toilet doors were open, only the last door was half closed, and there was a faint panting/breathing sound from the gap.

Worried that it was the same situation as last time, Song Qiulin hurriedly approached.

"Are you ok?"

"Don't! Don't come here!"

Wen Yu's brain was buzzing, and her senses were magnified countless times. She could feel Song Qiulin's smell approaching, and she could even hear her breathing a few beats faster.

This is not right, but she can't do anything, she only knows that she should stay away from Song Qiulin.

Song Qiulin opened the door, but Wen Yu quickly shut the door behind him. At the very moment, Song Qiulin stretched out his hand and blocked the door with his palm.

"Song Qiulin!"

Wen Yu could clearly see that her fingers pinched by the door began to turn from red to purple.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt very much." Song Qiulin comforted her in turn, "But you can't refuse my help."

"Do not……"

"Wen Yu, I want to know what's wrong with you." Song Qiulin endured the pain in his fingers and opened the door, looking at her firmly.

Wen Yu squatted with her head buried in her knees, her whole face was flushed, she slowly raised her head, but her eyes were blurred when looking at Song Qiulin.

"I don't know..." She looked a little at a loss, her voice was lowered as if trying to suppress something, "I just know, I shouldn't get too close to you, there will always be some strange reactions, you know, like There is a ball of fire burning in the body, it keeps burning, no matter how many times you wash your face, it doesn't work..."

"So, do you need me to get the medicine in your schoolbag for you?"

"No need." Wen Yu shook his head, "It's useless for this."

"Then what happened to you?"

"I do not know."

"what can I do."

I want you to touch me, hold me, close, hot...

She blushed, but she dared not say those shameful words.

Wen Yu shook his head, buried his face in his knees, the white porcelain skin at the back of his neck was dyed pink, and a few strands of hair scattered around his ears, adding a bit of coquettishness, "Go away."

Song Qiulin stood still, but his eyes dimmed a little.

"I won't go away." Song Qiulin knelt down, held her hand, and said in a soft voice that made Wen Yu think it was an illusion that she imagined, "Do you want me to hug you?"

Song Qiulin had an untested guess in his mind. Referring to Yu's situation in the infirmary room last time, she longed for the touch of outsiders, just like fish longing for water.

This is very similar to Song Zhou's situation.

I don't know when it started, but Song Zhou, who has always kept himself clean, began to make appointments with all kinds of people.

She was very cautious and never took it home, but Song Qiulin still knew her complicated "interpersonal relationship" from several text messages he saw casually.

At first, her reaction was the same as Wen Yu's, with disbelief and faint disgust.

The two sisters fought coldly for several months because of this matter, until one night, Song Qiulin received a call from a stranger and rushed to the bar to fetch the drunk and unconscious Song Zhou home.

It was only then that Song Zhou was willing to tell her that she was sick. This disease made her long for the touch and touch of others like a child who lacked love. The feeling of skin-to-skin contact could bring her unprecedented pleasure and also Only in this way can she suppress the uneasiness accumulated in her heart every day.

Skin hunger and thirst, the night Song Qiulin learned the name of the disease, he spent several hours searching the Internet for various information to understand it.

Song Zhou had never had a relationship with those girls, but there was no doubt that she needed their company, but not many people could accept her pathological possessiveness without knowing her condition, so she could only do it one by one. Change.

Song Qiulin didn't want to take the same place with Wen Yu as those girls who only became a temporary visitor in Song Zhou's life.

She wants to be that special existence, no matter how excessive the request is, how much she gets close to touch on the spur of the moment, she can bear it, and will never leave because of it.

She will not let Wen Yu feel a little embarrassed and helpless like Song Zhou, she will stay by her side.

The sentence "Do you want me to hug you?", to Wen Yu, who was extremely hungry and thirsty at this time, was like an open gate, and the gushing waves were close at hand, encouraging her to do whatever she wanted according to her desire.

She should have learned from Liu Xiahui, but the temptation to her by the man in front of her was obviously beyond her tolerance.

She was pulled over, climbed up Song Qiulin's neck with her arms, tightened her grip, and pushed herself into her arms forcefully.

When she buried her face into her neck, the smell hit overwhelmingly, making her muscles tense instantly. It was an addictive feeling, accompanied by strange throbbing faintly, but she didn't let go this time. , she let herself fall into the temptation of the honeypot.

"It's okay, I will accompany you and help you until you calm down." Song Qiulin put his arms around her waist and patted her back with a steady and patient voice.

"Good, soft."

Wen Yu's fingers were tightly clasped on her shoulders, her nails were so hard they were dug into the skin, she opened her mouth slightly and took a few deep breaths again.

She couldn't feel the speed of time passing, her body was gradually relaxing, as if she had reached the threshold, she began to adapt, and her hot and violent heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Song Qiulin noticed that the person in his arms had gradually stabilized. He pressed his palms on the back of his head, smoothed her hair, and asked softly in her ear, "Are you better?"

"Yeah." Wen Yu nodded, snorting on the side of her neck, a little itchy, but she still buried her head and didn't get up.

She couldn't raise her head, she didn't dare to open her eyes, she couldn't look directly into Song Qiulin's eyes in this situation.

Song Qiulin wouldn't think she was some kind of pervert who loves to take advantage of girls!

"I won't alienate you or look at you with weird eyes just because of this." Song Qiulin looked straight ahead with clear eyes, "You're just not feeling well. Did you look up at me?"

"it is good……"

Wen Yu relaxed her tense muscles, and the moment she resumed her thinking, she was jolted.

"How do you know my nickname is Ruan Ruan?"

"No, I don't know. My cat's name is this. I'm just trying to appease you." Song Qiulin reacted quickly, "But I know now."

"Okay, so your cat has intermittent bouts of madness for no reason?"

If that was the case, she could only pray that she wouldn't switch bodies with the cat while it was going berserk.

"Occasionally, not often, mostly in spring."

"What do you mean."

"Compared to hugging, a cat's quiet affection will be more useful, but I can't feed you that." Song Qiulin said halfway, and met Wen Yu's wide-eyed eyes that were eager for knowledge, "I mean it occasionally C."

"You were treating me just now by soothing the cat that said C?" Wen Yu couldn't believe it.

Song Qiulin looked at her quietly.

Wen Yu almost breathed out the fragrance.

What did Li Yanran tell her in the morning? "It" howled all night, as if sending a C.

Now she can be sure, it doesn't seem that removing these two words is her current situation.

This smelly cat not only forcibly occupied her body, but also made her body weird.

Song Qiulin thought she had no strength, so he put his arms around her waist, turned around and leaned her back against the wall.

Wen Yu's knees were slightly bent, and he only relied on the support on his waist and the arms around Song Qiulin's neck to keep his balance.

Song Qiulin put his palm between the back of her head and the cold and hard wall, bowed his head halfway, stretched out his fingertips and tapped on the circular scar on the back of her neck.

The scarred area is not so sensitive to the touch, but Wen Yu still shrinks his neck uncomfortably, "What are you doing?"

"Do you think I know too many secrets?"

"That's because you're too curious." Wen Yu sneakily raised his sleeves and wiped the drops of water on his eyelashes, "There are 32 people in the class, and you are the only one chasing after me."

Because of her humorous tone, Song Qiulin laughed softly, she lowered her head, her drooping hair was pressed against the side of Wen Yu's neck, Wen Yu froze and did not move.

She is not hot-headed or short of breath now, but strangely, the frequency of her heart has obviously become wrong.

"You're right, I'm curious."

"Last time at the station, you asked me about the girl who confessed to me, and I didn't finish talking to you."

"I don't like that girl, or I don't know if I like girls, but I have someone I like." Song Qiulin straightened his body, his eyelashes half-covered his eyes, the bottom of his eyes was misty, so hazy that he couldn't see Qing, she lowered her voice, as if she was afraid of scaring Wen Yu, "The person I like is a girl."

Wen Yu's back was pressed against the cold wall, but the skin all over his body was astonishingly hot as if it was being burned.