The male god taught me to attack him

The next day was Saturday, and as a senior in high school, Jiang Putao could only get up and go to school without complaint.

It wasn't until he walked into the classroom and saw that the school committee began to collect homework that he remembered the homework he had memorized back home intact.

He had already forgotten all about his homework.

Seeing that the school committee was getting closer, Feng Yu's homework had already been put aside. Seeing that Jiang Putao hadn't moved, he turned his head and took a look at him.

"You didn't do your homework?" But after taking a look at Jiang Putao, Feng Yu said with certainty.

"..." Not only did he not write, but he also completely forgot about the homework.

"Although you did well in the monthly exam, the next monthly exam is not far away, and there will be midterm exams after that..."

Feng Yu deliberately frightened Jiang Putao with a harsh tone, but instead of being frightened, Jiang Putao thought of other things.

He puffed up his chest and said confidently:

"It's not your fault! If you hadn't made a video call to me, I wouldn't have completely forgotten my homework! You are a beauty!"

"It's your fault!"

Jiang Putao made a decisive conclusion, and then reached out and grabbed Feng Yu's homework. The meaning was obvious. Since it was Feng Yu's fault, Feng Yu's homework should be used to make up for it!

Who didn't copy homework once or twice when they were in school!

Feng Yu raised his hand and held down his homework book, Jiang Putao couldn't hold it anymore.

"Since it's my fault and it's my fault, I can correct it." Feng Yu looked at Jiang Putao calmly, not letting him take the homework away.

"Then let go!" Jiang Putao looked at the school committee who was walking over with a smile, and went to grab the homework that was being held down by Feng Yu with both hands.

"I won't make video calls to you in the future, so as not to affect your homework. As for this... no." Feng Yu finished his sentence and took away his homework.

Jiang Putao's hands were empty, and her body moved forward according to inertia, lying on Feng Yu's table.

He looked up at Feng Yu, sat up suddenly, and rushed towards Feng Yu.

The two were tugging and tugging on their seats, and Feng Yu held up the homework to prevent Jiang Putao from touching it.

The school committee walked up to the two of them, raised his hand and took away the homework book in Feng Yu's hand, then looked at Jiang Putao, and stretched out his hand:

"Ginger Grape, where's the homework?"

Jiang Putao froze, threw herself into Feng Yu's arms, hid her face, and remained silent.

He thought Feng Yu would bluntly tell the school committee that he didn't write it, but Feng Yu said:

"Something went wrong, I'll send it to you after the first get out of class."

The school committee nodded, some kind of strange inquiry flashed in his eyes, he turned to face another row of students, and continued to collect homework.

Suddenly, Jiang Putao, who buried her cheek in Feng Yu's chest, let out a "hum" in a small voice full of coquettishness.

Then he said sullenly:

"Didn't you let me copy?"

"The homework was taken away by the school committee, and I couldn't finish the remaining class."

Feng Yu raised his hand and rubbed Jiang Putao's head, spread his big fingers, and rubbed Jiang Putao's hair into a mess.

"You try first."

Jiang Putao sat up, took out her homework from her schoolbag and spread it out on the table, and the appointed one started to write, muttering and complaining in a low voice while writing:

"Who wants to video with you, if you don't video, then don't video, I don't care..."

Feng Yu propped his chin to watch Jiang Putao's writing, and heard his whispered complaints, and the smile flashed across his lips, but he said lightly:

"Miscalculated, don't use this formula."

Jiang Putao paused, her shoulders drooping in frustration.

He said he couldn't finish writing, but he still finished his homework after the first period and handed the homework to the school committee.

When he got back to his seat, Jiang Putao raised his head high at Feng Yu, with the look of "my lord is so proud of me".

Feng Yu didn't say anything, just made room for him, let him in, and after he sat down, he rubbed his hair again.

Jiang Putao's hair is very soft and feels good to the touch, and he has a nice short haircut, which makes him look even more well-behaved.

Feng Yu got a little addicted to kneading, and would grab a few from time to time.

Jiang Putao blocked Feng Yu's hand, refusing to let him touch it, and said:

"You don't video with me, and I don't let you touch my hair!"

His childish temper doesn't make people find it annoying at all, but it makes Feng Yu's heart soften.

Feng Yu simply grabbed Jiang Putao's wrist, suddenly lowered his head, and kissed his wrist lightly.

As soon as her slightly cool thin lips touched Li, Jiang Putao opened her eyes slightly, looking at Feng Yu in disbelief.

Feng Yu's attitude towards him is getting closer and closer to nature, and these petty gestures of intimacy are emerging endlessly. Jiang Putao feels that he can't cope with it freely, but Feng Yu's attitude is natural.

"You... why did you suddenly kiss me there..."

Feng Yu raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Is it not possible? Putao, we are in love."

"I want to do a lot of things to you, far more than this."

Feng Yu only had to say a few words, and Jiang Putao's face was blushing when he teased Jiang Putao.

He turned his head sideways, but instead of taking his hand away from Feng Yu's, he turned his wrist, and his fingers were entangled with Feng Yu's.

At the same time, he also lowered his eyes. Although he didn't look at Feng Yu again, the expression in his dark eyes became more determined.

He must not let anything stop him from being with Feng Yu, not even himself.

After the homework turmoil, the class that day was very ordinary.

The days of the third year of high school are like this, seemingly boring, but there are not only studies in it, but also the dreams and expectations of every seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager.

Jiang Putao didn't have any dreams at first, he just lived, he lived as his family liked, he didn't care about his academic performance or what university he went to.

But at this moment, Jiang Putao began to pay attention to the word dream.

He wanted to know what Feng Yu's dream was, and what kind of university Feng Yu wanted to go to.

Because Jiang Putao had been looking at Feng Yu, Feng Yu turned around and licked the corner of Jiang Putao's lower lip while doing the questions.

"Look at what?"

Jiang Putao shook her head slowly, but did not ask the question in her heart.

Don't ask, Jiang Putao thought.

When he gets rid of Li Baihui, and when there is no more obstacle between the two of them, he must pester Feng Yu and make a good plan for the future, a future that belongs exclusively to the two of them.

Thinking of the future that belongs to them, Jiang Putao couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

After school in the evening, Jiang Putao said goodbye to Feng Yu and took the bus home.

For some reason, he had a premonition in his heart.

Li Baihui will still appear today, and still use the old-fashioned way of meeting by chance.

Sure enough, when Jiang Putao walked slowly to the gate of her own community, she saw a car parked there from a distance. After Jiang Putao approached, Li Baihui opened the door and walked out.

He was still holding a pile of books, looking tired and in a hurry.

Jiang Putao brushed the front cover of the car inadvertently with her fingers, and her hands were cold as metal. The car should have been parked here for a long time.

Li Baihui hugged the book in his arms, turned around and saw Jiang Putao, with a surprised look on his face.

"Little classmate, what a coincidence, we meet again."

Jiang Putao paused, and put one hand into the pocket of her trousers.

There are several small syringes in the pocket, which have long been filled with a certain dose of anesthetic.

Before going out in the morning, Jiang Putao specially brought them in case of a rainy day, but the rainy day came so quickly.

"Uncle." Jiang Putao stood in front of Li Baihui at the right time, holding her schoolbag with both hands, looking like an obedient student.

Li Baihui showed a concerned smile:

"It's really hard in the third year of high school. It's so late after school."

Ginger Grape shook her head:

"It's not hard."

Li Baihui nodded and said:

"Students, tomorrow is Sunday, should you have a holiday?"

"Let's go." When it came to the holiday, Jiang Putao, like an ordinary high school senior, finally had joy in his tone.

"It's finally time to rest."

Li Baihui seemed to be infected by Jiang Putao's joy, his eyes were also bent, and he said with a smile:

"Then do you want to come to my psychological clinic tomorrow? You haven't forgotten our agreement, have you? The clinic is still very interesting."

Jiang Putao tilted her head, as if thinking.

Li Baihui tightened his fingers holding the book, his eyes flashed.

Jiang Putao suddenly lowered her head, rubbing her toes against the ground, with a troubled expression on her face:

"Tomorrow may not be very good. Tomorrow, I have an appointment to have dinner with my family..."

Li Baihui's breathing paused, and then he resumed his steady breathing rate.

"is it?"

He couldn't hear the frustration in his tone, but said with some pity:

"Then come again when you have a chance, I welcome you anytime."

Jiang Putao raised his head, and his face was full of regret. He seemed to be really interested in Li Baihui's broken psychological clinic, and his toes rubbed against the ground even more.

Suddenly, Jiang Putao's eyes lit up, and she took a step in Li Baihui's direction.

The comfortable distance between people is about 1.5 meter to [-] meters. Jiang Putao suddenly approached and immediately shortened the distance between the two, showing a defenseless and innocent look.

"Let's do this, Uncle Li!"

"Anyway, tomorrow is Sunday. I don't have to go to class or get up early, and I can do my homework tomorrow. Let's go to your clinic now, okay?"

After the words fell, Jiang Putao showed an embarrassed expression again, and patted himself on the head:

"Oh, uncle is off work, right? My request is a bit too much, then I will have time to..."

"How could it be too much?" Li Baihui suddenly interrupted Jiang Putao.

He looked at the distance between the two of them, his smile deepened, and his assessment of Jiang Putao's naive trash became more and more certain in his heart.

In his eyes, Jiang Putao is just a waste who has no defense against anyone and has never experienced pain.

"Uncle is also here at your age, so I naturally know that you are very curious at this age. Although uncle has already left work today, since the little classmate is very interested...as an elder, I can't let you down!"

After saying that, Li Baihui thought he was humorous and winked at Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao tightly pinched one end of the syringe with her fingertips in her pants pocket, feeling sick in her heart.

His expression is still pure and innocent, and his expression is much more childish than those of his peers. At first glance, he looks like a little fool who has been spoiled and spoiled by his family.

This is also in line with Li Baihui's guess about him.

Holding the book, Li Baihui turned around and opened the car door with great difficulty. He deliberately threw his book in a mess on the back seat of the car, and then opened the co-pilot's seat.

"Come on, little classmate."

Jiang Putao sat in with a normal face, fastened his seat belt, and asked:

"Uncle, is the distance to the clinic far?"

Li Baihui sat in the driver's seat, smiled and shook his head:

"It's not far, we'll be there in a while."

"I won't let you down, my clinic has a lot of good things, you must be interested."

Jiang Putao nodded, and turned her head to look at the car glass beside her with anticipation on her face.

The car glass reflected his cheeks, as well as Li Baihui behind him.

Li Baihui suddenly turned his head and glanced at him, the smile on his lips was cunning and unpredictable, like a scheming old fox.

Jiang Putao's expression remained unchanged, but she lowered her eyes.

No matter how old a fox is, it is still a beast.

The car drove all the way, and indeed arrived at Li Baihui's clinic very quickly.

The location of Li Baihui's clinic is not very prosperous, but very remote, and the sign is not eye-catching. If you are not careful, you may not see the words "psychological clinic" at all.

Jiang Putao followed Li Baihui out of the car and walked to the psychological clinic.

Under the moonlight, there are not many street lights in this area, and the light is very dark.

Jiang Putao stood behind Li Baihui, looked at Li Baihui's neck protruding from the collar of his shirt, and smiled.

He smiled happily, his white teeth showing a little, there was no emotion in his smile, it was just because he was happy.

The fox, who thinks he is seasoned, leads the hunter into his territory himself.

The author has something to say: Jiang Putao: Hee hee.

Li Baihui: What are you laughing at?

Ginger Grape: Hee hee hee.

Li Baihui: Why is it a little intrusive?

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