The male god taught me to attack him

Feng Yu's Adam's apple twitched slightly, glanced at the students behind Jiang Putao with unpredictable expressions, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"does not fit."

Jiang Putao was taken aback, looked down at her trousers, and thought he was wearing her own size?

When the bell for morning study rang, Jiang Putao sat back in her seat and leaned next to Feng Yu again, looked at him seriously with black grape-like eyes, and asked again.

"Feng Yu, do you really think it doesn't fit you?"

Feng Yu didn't look at Jiang Putao again, he turned over the book in front of him, and there were still those three words.

"does not fit."

Zhang Tongyang, the school committee member, started handing out homework to Jiang Putao, and suddenly bent down and whispered to Jiang Putao.

"Jiang Putao, you did a good job in your homework. You are not familiar with your classmates when you first came to the first class. If you have any questions you don't know, you can ask me."

Jiang Putao received someone's kindness, and immediately thanked her. Just as she was about to say something, Feng Yu who was at the side suddenly took Jiang Putao's homework and flipped through it, pointing to a question and saying in a cold voice:

"Didn't I teach you? Why did you write it wrong?"

When he spoke, both Jiang Putao and Zhang Tongyang were startled.

Jiang Putao looked at her homework, thought of something, turned her head and shyly rejected Zhang Tongyang's offer.

"School Committee, thank you, I sit close to Feng Yu, if you don't know anything, just ask him."

Zhang Tongyang glanced at Feng Yu inexplicably, nodded and turned to leave. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Jiang Putao to ask him.

Jiang Putao waited for Zhang Tongyang to walk away, then leaned closer to Feng Yu, put his hands on the table, rested his chin on his arms, and asked him in a low voice:

"Feng Yu, do you have a bad relationship with the school committee?"

Feng Yu answered irrelevantly, put his fingertips on Jiang Putao's forehead, and pushed him away.

"Jiang Putao, speak as you say, don't get so close to me."

Jiang Putao curled her lips and sat up straight.

As soon as he sat upright, a beautiful curve was naturally formed from his back to his waist and hips. The students in the last few rows next to him frequently looked at him, but he didn't notice it.

Feng Yu frowned slightly, his expression getting colder.

His long legs suddenly stretched out under the table, squeezing Ginger Grape aside.

"Crowded to death."

Hearing Feng Yu's fierce tone, Jiang Putao didn't know what was wrong with him today. He looked very unhappy, so he could only shrink back cautiously.

Without shrinking twice, Feng Yu suddenly stood up.

He grabbed Jiang Putao's arm and pulled him up.

"stand up."

Jiang Putao's arms looked slender, and she could feel the fleshy touch in her palm, and Feng Yu's thin lips pursed even tighter.

Feng Yu walked outside the seat, took a deep look at Jiang Putuo with downcast eyes, and suddenly pushed him lightly, pushing him into the seat.

"It's too crowded, you sit inside."

Jiang Putao was manipulated by Feng Yu like an obedient doll, she sat in the seat blankly, with Feng Yu's things in front of her, Feng Yu suddenly changed seats with him, but neither of them exchanged their things.

Feng Yu dragged the book he had put on the table over, as if nothing had happened, and continued to read.

At this time, Jiang Putao was sitting in the innermost row and the last row, blocked by the tall Feng Yu outside, so others could no longer see him inside.

His roads in all directions were blocked, and the only exit was in Feng Yu's hands.

Jiang Putao himself didn't realize this situation, he didn't think about it, it didn't make any difference to him whether he sat inside or outside.

He rubbed his stomach. In order to avoid Mother Jiang's yoga invitation in the morning, he came out in a hurry and didn't eat breakfast. He was already hungry now.

Jiang Putao glanced at the fierce Feng Yu beside him, didn't dare to make a sound, stood up, and cautiously reached out to reach for the schoolbag hanging on the outside of Feng Yu's stool, which contained snacks.

How could Feng Yu not know about Jiang Putao's movements? Jiang Putao stretched out her hand on tiptoe to reach the side, Feng Yu sat up straight suddenly, frightened Jiang Putao couldn't stand still, and hugged Feng Yu's neck, her soft belly He pressed against Feng Yu's cheek tightly, not daring to move.

"Still letting go?" Feng Yu's voice was still cold.

Jiang Putao belatedly let go, sat back on the chair suddenly, lowered his head and rummaged in the table in a panic, trying to cover up his panic, but he rummaged twice before realizing that it was all Feng Yu's things .

He took out his hands again, and put them on the table helplessly, not daring to lift his head.

Seeing Jiang Putao's helpless look, Feng Yu suddenly felt much better. He asked mercifully:

"What do you want?"

Jiang Putao looked down at the table in front of her, as if there were some flowers on the table, her voice was very low.

"In the school bag... there is a bag of potato chips."

Feng Yu took out the potato chips and handed them to him, Jiang Putao took them without raising his head, tore open the packaging bag, and started to eat.

He likes spicy food, and the potato chips are all spicy crayfish flavor. After eating a few mouthfuls of potato chips, he forgot the nervousness just now, and soon immersed himself in the joy of eating potato chips.

After the school committee distributed the homework, the teacher arrived and began to give lectures.

Jiang Putao slowed down to eat, and the voice was much lower, but Feng Yu could still hear it because he was close.

He glanced sideways. Ginger Grape's fingertips were covered with the grease and scum of potato chips. He would lick his fingertips after two bites, and sometimes he would suck it when he was happy.

He had just eaten half of the ginger and grape potato chips when a big hand suddenly reached out and took his potato chips away.

"Stop eating, listen to the class."

Seeing that the potato chips were confiscated by Feng Yu, Jiang Putao dared not speak out. Just as she was about to put her fingertips in her mouth and lick them, Feng Yu suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Ginger grapes, don't lick them."

Feng Yu stared at him with green eyes, as if licking the potato chips off his fingers was a serious crime.

Jiang Putao endured it all morning, and suddenly his temper came up. He let Feng Yu hold his wrist, and in front of Feng Yu, he lowered his head and licked the potato chips on his fingertips. Looking at Feng Yu, he said vaguely:

"You don't care about me, I'm going to lick!"

After he finished speaking, he regretted it, thinking that Feng Yu would get angry with him, but Feng Yu just let go of his hand, took a deep look at Jiang Putao, turned around to listen to the class, and ignored him.

Jiang Putao snorted softly, opened her homework and began to attend class.

After the teacher finishes his homework, he has to talk about the papers written yesterday.

Feng Yu's paper was placed on the table, he reached over and took it away, but Jiang Putao's paper was still on the table where he was originally seated.

He looked at Feng Yu who was sitting upright beside him, and then at the table which was blocked by Feng Yu's arms, and regretted more and more why he had provoked Feng Yu just now.

Feng Yu seemed to feel something, and moved his body, blocking the table even more tightly.

Jiang Putao cautiously approached Feng Yu, resting her chin on the table, reached out and grabbed Feng Yu's sleeve, and looked at him pitifully.

"Feng Yu... help me get the paper?"

Feng Yu turned to look at him, with a smile on his lips. No matter how you looked at it, the smile was cold and malicious, but it was still surprisingly handsome.

Jiang Putao was distracted by Feng Yu's smirk, and Feng Yu said softly:

"Take it yourself."

Jiang Putao silently spurned herself, thinking that she could just take it if she wanted, it was no big deal.

He lowered his body, supported the edge of Feng Yu's chair with one hand, and rummaged in the table with the other.

The things in the desk hall were packed in a mess, a bunch of papers were crowded together, and he didn't know where the paper the teacher was going to talk about was squeezed into. He searched for a while but couldn't find it.

Feng Yu's hands were propped up on the table above him, and Feng Yu's legs were under him. From time to time, his ears brushed against Feng Yu's abdomen. Get up, the more nervous you are, the less you can find it.

Jiang Putao is wearing well-fitting school uniform trousers and a short-sleeved top that fits well, and she is not wearing a school uniform jacket. At this time, she lowers her body, her waistline keeps pressing down, the part below the waistline is raised high, and the waistline of her school uniform trousers is stretched She kept pulling back, revealing the edge of the white panties.

Feng Yu just lowered his head slightly, and saw Jiang Putao's white and greasy waist.

Jiang Putuyou didn't know it, he didn't dare to touch Feng Yu, it was really hard for him to support the edge of the stool with one hand, so he eagerly squeezed towards Feng Yu again.

This time, not only did the waistband of the school uniform fade back, but also the edge of the underwear began to fade back, slowly revealing Jiang Putao's two shallow waist pockets, and there was also a red mark from the edge of a pair of underwear stretching across the waist pocket.

Feng Yu stared at the small waist that was crushed by the red marks, and his heart gradually became agitated.

However, Jiang Putao was still swaying left and right, and the white and red marks were also swaying in front of Feng Yu.

Feng Yu's emerald green eyes became darker and darker, like a deep sea.

He slowly stretched out his hand, hooked the edge of Jiang Putao's underwear with his cool fingertips and lifted it up forcefully, then let go, and the lifted underwear bounced back to Jiang Putao's body with a "snap", and he could vaguely see the thin white Shaked a bit.

Jiang Putao's brain buzzed, she hummed unconsciously, her hands softened, and she lay on Feng Yu's lap instantly, unable to think of anything.

Feng Yu watched Jiang Putao's back neck filled with light-colored red, the red spread little by little, and finally even the back of the ear was red.

Jiang Putao's subordinates pressed Feng Yu's strong thighs, and subconsciously wanted to get up, but Feng Yu's big hands pressed down on his lower back, and pushed him back down.

"Ginger grapes."

Feng Yu's voice was very deep, so deep that Jiang Putao panicked.

He could feel the warmth of Feng Yu's palm, sliding along his waist all the way to his back, and finally pinched the back of his neck, forcing him to look up.

Feng Yu looked down at Jiang Putao lying on his lap in an awkward posture, her body was forced to look up slightly, and her fingertips slowly pinched the nape of his neck, like a beast weighing its prey.

"You did it on purpose?"

Deliberately eating grapes and potato chips in front of him, and lying down in front of him, swinging the waistline.

Jiang Putao seemed to be playing a sonata in his brain, he grabbed Feng Yu's clothes hem helplessly, begging for mercy in a low voice:

"Feng Yu, let me go, what are you talking about! Let me get up!"

Feng Yu didn't move, his cold eyes fell on Jiang Putao, as if he was weighing whether the one in front of him was a stupid rabbit or a fox in rabbit skin.

He was still pinching the back of Jiang Putao's neck with his fingertips, and he squeezed twice more like a warning, and finally let go.

Jiang Putao quickly sat up, the red on his face was dazzling, he thought that Feng Yu was deliberately punishing him because of his provocation just now, so he couldn't help reaching out and pinching Feng Yu's arm lightly, complaining:

"It's still in class, why are you messing around!"

Feng Yu felt the painless force on his arm, and saw that Jiang Putao's black eyes seemed to be stained with water, like grapes soaked in water, shining brightly, and he didn't know he was being bullied. Still leaning towards him as usual, the restlessness in my heart was suddenly swept away.

He stretched his arms lazily, and stopped attending classes, and just stared at Jiang Putao intently, making Jiang Putao very uncomfortable, and he didn't know how to move his hands and feet.

"Jiang Putao, don't wear this school uniform tomorrow, go back to the old one."

Jiang Putao was flustered, the more panicked she became, the better she behaved.

"Oh, I know."

Feng Yu twitched the corner of his lower lip again, this time there was no malice in his smile, he simply wanted to laugh.

He turned around and looked at the blackboard again, and said softly:

"Hurry up and listen to the class."

Jiang Putao said "Oh" again, thinking that he hadn't found the paper yet, but when he saw that Feng Yu had pushed his paper over, he read it with him.

Originally, this farce was about to end, but Jiang Putao was not being honest while sitting, rubbing left and right, so Feng Yu couldn't help but ask him:

"Ginger Putao, what are you doing?"

Jiang Putao's cheeks were still red, he raised his eyes to look at Feng Yu, but didn't make a sound.

Feng Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice became cold:

"Say."

Jiang Putao didn't dare not say anything, he leaned close to Feng Yu's ear, put one hand on Feng Yu's arm, his voice was very low, complaining and wronged.

"Who told you to pull my panties just now? It's been stuck there now, it's very uncomfortable!"

The color of Feng Yu's eyes gradually deepened, until the emerald green seemed to be submerged in black.

He looked at the redness on Jiang Putao's face, and slowly opened his lips:

"So? Do you want me to drag you back?"