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"The new teaching assistant is really weird." Bin Ge bit the ice cream scoop, chatting with her boyfriend, enjoying the rare night without training.

Tomorrow the rest of the eleven schools will all be here. Tomorrow night, the opening ceremony will be divided into groups by lottery, and the game will be held the day after tomorrow.So training now is pointless.Although Professor Black is strict, it is not that he does not understand the principle of "haste makes waste", so he gave the students a holiday very simply and neatly.

Binge came to give her boyfriend an invitation letter - a medal with gold letters on a red background with the main entrance of the Kaide Mecha School, wearing the medal to enter the campus, and verifying his identity to watch the game.

Of course, when a girl feels nervous, doing exercises with her boyfriend can also relieve stress.

They were in a very elegant cafe next to an art college, where many students and professors often came to chat and sit.

Binge's boyfriend Tommy is one of them. He is a senior this year. He wears decorative rimless glasses, a colorful shirt and four skull rings. He always only orders dried ginger concentrate in this cafe. Coffee with cinnamon powder.

"Strange? How strange?"

"The teaching assistant of the mech operation department, even if he can't catch up with the professor, he must be able to fight, but he has never demonstrated in class, let alone fought against us even once." Binge described, "But he can use a gun , Wow, that time when he pointed the anesthesia|drunk|gun at me was so cool..."

"Did he point a drug|drunk|gun at you?" Tommy was shocked.

"Don't worry, the gun is filled with nutrients." Binge quickly smoothed Tommy's hair, "It's true that he often makes the professor angry. We bet every day how long Professor Black can endure him, almost half an hour Months later, and he's still here. Stone swears that the assistant threatened the professor."

"Such a person must have a background, right?" Tommy guessed, "But isn't your professor very powerful? Can this be tolerated?"

"That's why it's strange. What do you think?" Binge turned on the optical brain and showed Tommy all kinds of photos secretly taken by everyone in their spare time.

Tommy was very perceptive: "Oh, he has a really good smile."

"standard?"

"Courtesy smile, eight teeth." Tommy pointed to his mouth, "The standing posture is also a very standard etiquette posture, which can be used in textbooks. And the clothes on him..."

"What happened to the clothes?"

"Familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere. No, no, don't remind me, let me think about it." Tommy took a sip of dry ginger coffee, "This neckline and cuff design is very unique, and the material is also very elegant. I definitely have an impression—yes, it’s him!" Tommy slapped his thigh and waved to a handsome and thin young man outside the window.

"Hey, Qisu, look here!"

He yelled to attract the attention of other customers in the cafe. The waiter looked at it and was about to prompt the other party to leave when he yelled a second time.

Fortunately, Tommy didn't yell a second time, and the handsome and thin young man also saw him: "...Tommy?"

"Can I delay you for a minute?" Tommy beckoned, and then explained to Binge, "This is my classmate."

"What does he have to do with this dress?" Binge was puzzled.

"You'll know right away—Qisu, look at this picture."

"What happened to the photo?"

"Does this person's clothes look familiar?"

"Clothes? Clothes—this is the male god's clothes! It's the same style! I searched all over the star network and I haven't found the exact same one! Where did you find it? Where is this person? I want to buy it! I must buy it and give it to my brother!" Qisu's eyes were shining brightly, and he spoke incoherently.

Tommy looked hopelessly miserable.

Bin Ge asked immediately: "Male god? What male god? Why do you want to buy it?"

"My brother is a fan of male gods!" Qi Su yelled, "Miss, do you know who this person is in the photo? Where is he? I'll go find him now!"

"Wait, wait, you two first explain to me what's going on." Binge said, "Is the two things related?"

"Yes, the male god his brother has a crush on wore the same style." Tommy said, "I remembered it now. But Qisu, are you really sure?"

"Of course, my brother is a male god from the background of the light brain to the bed sheets. He has drawn the appearance of the male god wearing this dress dozens of times." Qi Su is very sure.

"And then?" Bin Ge didn't bother with the teaching assistant any more, and the fire of gossip was blazing.

"Then? He said he was broken in love, because the male god got married." Qi Su shrugged, "Actually, I don't really believe that it is really the same style, maybe it was imitated by another fan who loves the male god. But if you have an opportunity to ask, you still have to seize it."

"You really love your brother."

"Who made him my brother—so, can I?" Qisu asked, pointing to the photo.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can take you there." Bin Ge suddenly giggled, "Hahaha, I can't help laughing when I think that our teaching assistant is a fan of your brother's male god. His picture With a paralyzed face and a rigid personality, will he spread a room full of posters, and even replace the bed sheets with the face of the male god? Will he sleep with his body pillow in his arms? While imagining that the male god is making piston movements for him? Hahaha... …By the way, I will call the teaching assistant and make an appointment to meet up later, hoping not to interrupt his date with the male god, hahaha..."

However, Bing Ge didn't know that her teaching assistant didn't know how to spread a room full of posters, and the bed sheets didn't have the face of a male god, let alone sleep with a pillow like a male god.

He always sleeps directly hugging the male god in brother Qisu's mind.

As for the piston movement, it cannot be described in the existing human language when it is not a human body structure, but when using the human body structure, doing and being done are undoubtedly the opposite.

On this rare night without additional training, teaching assistants and professors were also enjoying it.

Professor Black's family went to the restaurant to have a big meal.

Assistant Bamboo Green and his legal partner also had a big meal.

Red wine, with double cheese prawn pizza.

Very weird match.

But what does it matter, as long as both of them like it.

"How do you feel?" Milan was a little nervous.

Bamboo wiped his mouth and began to say: "Compared with the last time, the origin of the flour has not changed this time. Considering the difference between old and new flour, you can add 12 grams of water to each cake base. The prawns come from the Gamma star field 'boiling' On the 23rd planet of the galaxy, the cheese is a commemorative item brought by Star K last year, which is mixed with the newly bought Parson cheese yesterday, with a ratio of eleven to one."

"Bingo! That's right." Milan smiled and sent a kiss.

He enjoyed playing "guess and see" with Bamboo and never got tired of it.Bamboo is like an inexhaustible large treasure trove, which is quite interesting.

Bamboo said that although intellectually he thinks that there is only a 45.37% chance of correctly understanding Milan’s motives, but emotionally, seeing Milan is very happy, and he is also very happy, especially afterward, the probability of Milan kissing him is 100%, so far Without exception, he was very happy.

Of course, red wine is what pleases him at the same time.

It is not the taste of the red wine, but the probability of intimate contact between two people after red wine is served on the table is 88.32%, and the remaining 11.68% comes from various emergencies and accidents.

Intimate contact... Bamboo is a little ready to move.

Physically and psychologically, both sides are ready to move at the same time.

When Milan saw Bamboo staring at the red wine and licking his lips with the tip of his tongue, he immediately understood what Bamboo meant.To be honest, he was really surprised for a long time by the fact that the two became legal partners. They have been married for five years now, which is really unexpected and reasonable.

But think about it, since he was born, he has never been separated from Bamboo, and it seems very natural for him to turn from brother to partner—it is a family no matter what.

It's really interesting, Milan drank the last bit of red wine in the goblet, looked at the stupid Bamboo, and opened his arms.

This is Milan's cue.Bamboo walked over from Shanruliu, and the two exchanged deep kisses.

A deep kiss does not need to count the seconds, it depends on the feeling - Bamboo's theoretical experience in this area tends to be infinite, but what is the use of theoretical experience?If Milan does not feel happy physically and mentally, Bamboo is undoubtedly a loser.

Therefore, in this regard, Bamboo has been making statistics very sincerely, and asked questions at any time to obtain accurate values.This situation lasted for five months and eighteen days, and finally handed in a perfect answer - was killed by Milan.

Milan said, don't worry about statistics or probability, just follow your feelings.

Before Bamboo opened his mouth, Milan said in time that he felt that he should not care about accuracy and errors. No matter what he didn’t understand, he would always understand when he took his time, and we had enough time to take our time.

Milan saw that Bamboo seemed to be raising questions again, so he threw out his trump card, would you like to theoretically calculate those problems, or would you like to practice with me?

Bamboo is best at doing either.

The selection criteria are extremely unobjective, extremely simple and rude: choose whichever side has Milan.

So the two of them slowly fine-tuned like this—they have been together for too long, and being together is too natural, and they didn't need to make any major changes—until now.

The curtains were dimmed, the lights were turned to soft and warm, the elegant music surrounded the whole cabin at some point, enough hot water was put in the bathtub, the citrus essential oil was evaporating a refreshing fragrance, and the big bed was also set to tremor mode... Guangnao The set monotone bell sounded abruptly.

"...Your student is calling." Milan interrupted the kiss and reminded.

"Can I...can I not pick it up?" Bamboo followed his feeling, and Bamboo felt that he shouldn't pick it up.

"Banbu—" Milan rubbed each other's hair, even if they were the same height, he liked to rub, "You also said that you want to be the first."

"But now it's rest time."

"I can take a shower while you answer the phone."

"……it is good."