The male god taught me to attack him

Because of her wild thoughts, Jiang Putao's body heat never dropped.

Seeing that Feng Yu was listening to the class seriously, he carefully unzipped the zipper of his school uniform jacket, took it off gently and put it on his lap, seeing that Feng Yu didn't move and didn't say anything, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He doesn't have any small cakes at the moment, but there are a few small breads in his schoolbag. Jiang Putao wants to try small breads first.

He thought very clearly that Feng Yu would never eat what he had bitten, and the only way was to let Feng Yu take a bite first.

lunch break.

When Jiang Putao was taking the lunch box, Feng Yu didn't deliberately block him anymore, he took the opportunity to take out all the buns from his schoolbag.

While Feng Yu was eating, Jiang Putao opened a small bread, carefully handed it to Feng Yu, and asked him:

"Feng Yu, do you want to eat?"

Feng Yu turned his head away:

"Why eat bread when you have food?"

Jiang Putao choked for a moment, and thought so, so she could only put the bread aside and eat with Feng Yu.

While eating, he observed Feng Yu's taste.

He found that Feng Yu was basically not a picky eater, and would eat anything, but he rarely touched dishes with a lot of chili peppers, probably because he didn't like spicy food very much.

Feng Yu was very focused when eating, his posture was elegant and he didn't gobble it up, he even ate a meal differently from other boys.

Ginger Grape was so fascinated by it that he forgot to eat the food and stuffed several mouthfuls of white rice.

Feng Yu suddenly reached out, pinched Jiang Putao's chin and forced him to turn his head to look at the food in front of him.

"Ginger Grape, eat seriously."

Jiang Putao touched the chin pinched by Feng Yu, she didn't dare to look around, and ate seriously.

After dinner, Yang Zhiyi sent Jiang Putao a WeChat message full of exclamation points.

Yang Zhiyi: Ginger Grape!do you know! !A transfer student came to the second class. He was tall and handsome. They all said that although they were not as good as Feng Yu, they would definitely rank second in our school!

Yang Zhiyi: The point is!His surname is also Feng!Do you think he has anything to do with Feng Yu?

Jiang Putao was a little curious, not the transfer student Yang Zhiyi was talking about, but why he transferred here now.

They are all in their third year of high school. This is the most important period before the college entrance examination, and almost no one will transfer to another school.

But this idea just turned around in Jiang Putao's head, and was quickly thrown behind him.

Ginger Grape: Oh.

Yang Zhiyi: Oh? ?Oh it's over?Are you not curious?Don't you want to come and see?Do you want me to sneak some photos for you?

Jiang Putao glanced at it, but didn't return.

He picked up another small bread, tore open the packaging bag, looked at Feng Yu's side face, hesitating whether to try it again.

Feng Yu was already lying on the table ready to take a nap, he had already heard the sound of Jiang Putao tearing open the packaging bag.

He knew exactly what Ginger Grape wanted to do.

He is no stranger to this situation of clearly understanding the other party's intentions. Feng Yu has always been able to easily see through other people's thoughts since he was a child.

He thought that he would soon get tired of being involved with Jiang Putao, but it was strange that he had some expectations in his heart.

How does Jiang Putao plan to make him eat that piece of bread?

Feng Yu waited and waited.

Jiang Putao hesitated for a long time, but still did not disturb Feng Yu. He put away the bun and looked at the window sill piled with presents.

The gifts on the window sill had long been overwhelmed, and Feng Yu put the extra things into bags and put them on the aisle beside them, like discarded garbage.

There were all kinds of expensive snacks in there, Feng Yu never touched them, and let those things pile up there like garbage.

Jiang Putao glanced at her bun, a little discouraged.

There are many people who like Feng Yu, but he is just an ordinary one.

During class in the afternoon, Jiang Putao was obviously absent-minded.

Feng Yu glanced at the small bread that Jiang Putao tore open the package but put aside, and frowned slightly.

That little bun was kept in the evening study, and Jiang Putao didn't touch it again.

Until Feng Yu thought that Jiang Putao would not try to feed him again today, Jiang Putao suddenly came over and put his hand on his arm before speaking.

"Feng Yu..."

Feng Yu stopped writing and looked sideways at Jiang Putao, his green eyes were calm.

Jiang Putao had been thinking about this question all afternoon, he pursed his lips, hesitated, and asked.

"Feng Yu, why don't you move any of those gifts?"

Feng Yu leaned forward slightly, and looked into Jiang Putao's dark eyes.

"You've been thinking about this all afternoon?"

Jiang Putao was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly said:

"How do you know that I have been..."

In the middle of the sentence, he immediately shut up, a little annoyed.

Feng Yu glanced lightly at the gifts piled up on the window sill, his words were cold and natural.

"I don't like it, why should I touch it?"

He turned his head to look at Jiang Putao again, his green eyes were deep.

"Since you don't like it, don't give others hope."

Jiang Putao suddenly let go of Feng Yu's hand, and turned her head in a panic.

"Y-yes, you're right..."

Seeing that Jiang Putao refused to look at him again, Feng Yu frowned slightly.

Jiang Putao was very confused. He felt that Feng Yu was speaking to him. Because he didn't like it, he refused to eat his buns. He even asked Feng Yu to teach him exercises in exchange for having lunch together. here.

Feng Yu leaned forward and approached Jiang Putao.

"Ginger Grape, you..."

Suddenly, the lights in the classroom flickered and then dimmed.

There were bursts of exclamations in the class, and the pot exploded instantly.

Jiang Putao was also taken aback. He was timid and a little afraid of the dark, so he subconsciously approached Feng Yu, groped in the darkness, and grabbed Feng Yu's arm.

Holding Feng Yu's arm, Jiang Putao noticed something was wrong.

Feng Yu's arm muscles were tense, and they slowly relaxed after Jiang Putao grabbed it.

A thought flashed across Jiang Putao's mind, Feng Yu is afraid of the dark?

Before he could think about it, Feng Yu had already spoken.

"It's just a power outage."

His voice was calm, and there was no trace of fear.

Jiang Putao only thought that she was thinking too much, but she still couldn't help but go to Feng Yu's side.

The messy thoughts in my head just now have long been thrown away, and I only feel at ease when I remember being close to Feng Yu.

Feng Yu didn't hide, and let Jiang Putao come over.

They couldn't see each other in the dark, and Jiang Putao didn't stop until their breaths almost blended together.

He stretched his hands forward and tentatively hugged Feng Yu's arm.

Not only was the power outage in their teaching building, but even the windows were completely dark.

The class teacher went out for a trip and will be back soon.

"Students, the construction unit next to Xingchun Road broke the cable and is currently repairing it. Don't panic."

In fact, no one would be flustered. One by one was taking out their mobile phones and turning on their flashlights, shaking around, and the conversation was getting louder. This group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old students was very excited.

Jiang Putao didn't feel excited, he had a rich imagination, and all the images of horror movies flashed in his mind.

His mother has a wide range of hobbies and is very courageous. She likes to watch horror movies. From childhood to adulthood, she often dragged him to watch them together.

It stands to reason that after watching so many horror movies, Jiang Putao should be more courageous, but the fact is the opposite.

Those horror movies have become the material of his nightmares, and even enrich his imagination and deepen his fear when he is afraid.

Jiang Putao hugged Feng Yu's arm, getting closer and closer.

If it was normal, Feng Yu would have pushed him away long ago, but this time he didn't make a sound and let Jiang Putao lean on him.

The head teacher left for a while, telling the students in the class not to run around.

Jiang Putao raised her head slightly, her forehead seemed to touch Feng Yu's chin.

He thought about Feng Yu's tense arm muscles before, and asked:

"Feng Yu, are you afraid of the dark?"

Feng Yu seemed to snort lightly, and the hot air sprayed on Jiang Putao's forehead.

"It's just dark, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Jiang Putao nodded, more sure that he was thinking too much before, Feng Yu didn't look like he was afraid of the dark, but he was so scared that he almost squeezed into Feng Yu's chair.

The class teacher came back soon and told everyone that because the cable was seriously damaged, it might not be able to be repaired before school ends today, and tonight's evening self-study will be dismissed early.

As soon as she finished speaking, cheers broke out in the class, and cheers from other classes could be faintly heard.

The students held their mobile phones and turned on the flashlights one by one, packed up their things and ran outside.

Jiang Putao also turned on the flashlight and put it on the table, holding Feng Yu's arm with one hand, and stuffing things into the schoolbag with difficulty with the other.

Feng Yu didn't move, just looked at him leisurely:

"Ginger Putao, are you so afraid of the dark?"

Jiang Putao paused, looked up at Feng Yu, and nodded seriously.

"Fear."

He thought Feng Yu would say something, but Feng Yu didn't say anything, he just turned on the flashlight on his phone to help Jiang Putao shine.

Feng Yu never brought anything home, and usually left as soon as school was over, but this time he waited for Jiang Putao to finish packing and went downstairs with him.

Jiang Putao was carrying her schoolbag, and she stuck tightly to Feng Yu. The two separated at the school gate, one to the left and the other to the right.

Fortunately, the street lights to the right of the school gate were on, and the power outage did not affect the vicinity of Jiang Putao's house.

When he got home, he changed into Feng Yu's school uniform and folded it aside. He opened his homework and read it for a long time without writing a single word.

Feng Yu's momentary stiff arm still lingered in his mind, even though Feng Yu said he was not afraid, Jiang Putao couldn't help thinking about it.

He picked up his mobile phone to check the news, and found that the power outage was quite serious, and he might not call tonight.

He knew the approximate location of Feng Yu's house, and immediately checked, and found that Feng Yu's house was included in the blackout range.

Feng Yu lived alone, and this matter was no secret in No. [-] Middle School. I heard that Feng Yu didn't have a good relationship with his family, and Feng Yu's parents never came to the parent meeting.

Jiang Putao clicked on the strategy app and asked the system.

Jiang Putao: Mr. System, do you know the detailed address of Feng Yu's home?

After a full 5 minutes, there was no reply from the system.

Jiang Putao was anxious and asked several times before the system replied.

System: What do you ask this for?

Jiang Putao: Mr. System, just tell me!I beg you!

He didn't say what he wanted to do, he just begged the system over and over again.

System: It's okay to tell you, but you have to deduct your favorability.

Jiang Putao paused with her fingertips, and gritted her teeth thinking about Feng Yu's ultra-low favorability score of -98 points.

Jiang Putao: You can just buckle it up, tell me!

The system didn't say anything, and sent a string of addresses directly.

Jiang Putao immediately got up, grabbed the phone and went straight out.

At this time, his parents were in their room. Jiang Putao carefully passed the living room, thought about it, and went back to the kitchen to take a few small cakes from the refrigerator.

He called a ride and headed straight to Feng Yu's residence.

On the other side, Feng Yu threw the phone aside, sat on the sofa, and raised his hand to grab his black hair.

There was only one candle lit in the small villa, the candlelight was weak and the area of ​​illumination was very small.

Although Feng Yu was sitting on the sofa, if you look closely, you can see that his muscles are tense, and he is in a state of being ready to fight back at any time.

He propped his forehead with his hands, only to feel tingling pains in his temples, which gradually intensified, and he could faintly hear the cries of children in his ears.

The crying sound changed from shrill to weak, and gradually only shallow breathing remained.

But even this weak breathing still made Feng Yu irritated. He glanced at the vase at the side out of the corner of his eye, and saw his own figure in the reflection of the vase. Suddenly, the figure shrank slowly and turned into a helpless child.

Feng Yu stood up abruptly, picked up the vase and smashed it on the ground.

There was a loud "crash", Feng Yu took a deep breath, the expression on his face disappeared, only the coldness remained, his green eyes were like cold-blooded snake pupils in the candlelight.

He looked at the closed door, and laughed lightly at himself.

It's just a young man's liking on the spur of the moment. This kind of liking comes and goes quickly. He has seen it a lot, and he has never expected such fleeting feelings.

He despises things like feelings, but just now, he was vaguely looking forward to Jiang Putao's arrival.

This expectation aggravated the restlessness in Feng Yu's heart.

He stood up, walked slowly in the living room, raised his hand and smashed everything that could reflect light.

The broken sound became clearer in the darkness, and the splashed glass cut Feng Yu's cheek.

He slowly wiped the blood on his cheeks, brought it to his lips and swallowed it, and his mouth was filled with fishy sweetness in an instant.

Obviously he was the one who caused the destruction, but he had a calm expression, deep eyes, and madness was pressed deep in his soul.

At this moment, the knock on the door sounded, Feng Yu stopped his destructive steps, turned his head slowly, and looked at the door.

He picked up the candlestick, stepped across the mess, and opened the door.

Outside the door, Jiang Putao was only wearing thin short-sleeves, and she was obviously relieved to see him open the door.

When Jiang Putao saw Feng Yu, her worries along the way finally dissipated.

He immediately took out the small cake from the bag, opened the plastic cover, and handed it forward, not forgetting to smile cutely with the corners of his mouth up, and asked him:

"Feng Yu, do you eat small cakes? Grape flavor!"

Feng Yu didn't make a sound, he held the candlestick, the candlelight only illuminated a small area in front of him, but couldn't illuminate the endless darkness behind him.

He looked at Jiang Putao who came to the door in the middle of the night, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing that Feng Yu ignored him, Jiang Putao raised the small cake in her hand again.

"Feng Yu, can I go in?"

Pure white prey, actively asking to enter the demon's territory.

Feng Yu slowly raised his hand, and grabbed Jiang Putao's wrist. The delicate skin of his palm was filled with the coolness of the night. With a little force, he pulled Jiang Putao into the door.

The gate slammed shut, locking the demon and prey inside.