Five classmates set me up again

The air conditioner in the room was turned on to 16°, and the air conditioner had been running at this temperature for almost an hour, and the room was filled with chilly air.

But in summer, we just need to stay in an air-conditioned room and cover ourselves with quilts. It would be even better if we had a hot pot!

But Tian Shouzhi doesn't want to eat hot pot at all, he will be cooked!

"Zhijiang, am I not your good tablemate?" Gojo Satoru lazily leaned on the corner of the sofa back and the armrest of the sofa, playing with Tenshouzhi's fingers with his eyes downcast.

Tian Shouzhi was practicing his close combat skills, and he was also practicing with his weapons. Because of his hard practice, his palms were a little skinny.

After the scab is broken, the scab will form, and then the skin will be broken after the scab is formed. After repeating this for more than ten times, a cocoon will grow.

The thin calluses on Gojo Satoru's hands were developed slowly in this way.

"No." Tian Shouzhi refused very simply, and tried to stand up to make room for Gojo Satoru, "You go by yourself."

Movies are more serious movies. Although European and American blockbusters are more open-minded, they don't go into detail about every step. The ambiguous sound and picture change back to the bustling city night scene after the transition.

"Woooooooo..." Gojo Satoru lay on his neck, crying so fakely, "Zhichan, I feel so bad~"

"So uncomfortable, so hot..."

"Child sauce..."

A low voice kept ringing in Tian Shouzhi's ears, the nice voice was a little hoarse, and with the heat of exhalation, it rushed into the body like an electric current.

"But, but..."

"Zhijiang, only you can help me." In the blue eyes, the focus was a little loose, his brows were slightly frowned, Gojo Satoru looked weak and miserable, his arms tightened, as if he was helplessly trying to seek help.

"Hey, Chi-chan~"

Aman Shouzhi's resistance to Gojo Satoru's coquettishness is not high, and Gojo Satoru shows his weakness so sincerely, Aman Shouzhi is standing at the blurred boundary, his ears are soft, and he is full of enigmatic softness to Gojo Satoru.

"Then, then..." Tian Shouzhi didn't dare to look at Gojo Satoru at all, his ears couldn't be described as red, they were completely burning.

Gojo Satoru knew that Zhichan had obediently entered his arms.

However, the corners of his proud lips have not yet been raised, Tian Shouzhi's words almost made him unable to recover.

"Wu, will you and Jason help each other too?"

Gojo Satoru: "???"

Gojo Satoru: "!!!"

Why is there Jay here? !

Tian Shouzhi held his face, as if he was seriously asking a question in class: "Will it be?"

How could it be possible!Although he and Jie are best friends, even though they are normal male high school students, they usually spend all night playing games, watching movies and reading comics, even if they want to watch small movies together, they will not help their best friends do this!

I might think it was nothing before, but he, but didn't he already have someone he likes!

Gojo Satoru was speechless for a while, although he looked very unreliable, but in fact he was a kingly and hot-blooded boy manpai. In fact, he didn't even play butter games, and he preferred games like Pokémon Smash Bros.

Butter games and small movies, are you having fun with Zhijiang? !

Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Tian Shouzhi called him again: "Enlightened?"

"Of course!" Gojo Satoru bit the bullet and said in a natural tone, "Watch a small movie together, help each other together, good brother, isn't that how it is!"

Tian Shouzhi has also heard the stalk of "If you are a brother, let your buddy have fun", and it seems that there is a sexually-swapped xp of his beloved, so he has no doubts.

"It's still weird." Tian Shouzhi thought, it's okay for him to help with Jiesang's words, but, but if the person to help is Wu...

— will die!

Just touching each other through the clothes, he was already so hot that he wanted to escape, if, if he really used his hands, he would definitely die!

The heart will explode.

The two took a step back each, Tian Shouzhi got out of his arms and moved to the other side of the sofa, the narrow single sofa, he tried to hide his body to the other side as much as possible.

Tian Shouzhi closed his eyes, his eyelids and eyelashes were trembling, his voice was trembling, and he urged in a low voice: "Wu, Wu, hurry up." I don't know why, but I just closed my eyes in embarrassment.

Gojo Satoru stared at him.

Aman Shouzhi was a little nervous, the sense of oppression brought by Gojo Satoru was too strong, even with his eyes closed, Aman Shouzhi could clearly feel Gojo Satoru looking at him.

In just a few tens of seconds, Tian Shouzhi felt that decades had passed.

Finally, before Tenshou Zhi-chan dropped his armor and surrendered, Gojo Satoru withdrew his gaze, and said meekly and understandingly: "Okay, when Zhi-chan is OO, you can ask me for help~"

Tian Shouzhi's face was flushed red, why would something like OO be so natural, as if it was taken for granted!

The relaxed body lost some strength, Tianshou Zhizhi shrank on the edge of the sofa, hugged his legs and rolled himself into a ball.

So hot, so hot, so uncomfortable...

After vision disappears, hearing becomes more acute.

With a "click", the sound of the belt being untied resounded in the room. The movie has reached the high-burning segment at the end, and the sound of clicking can be heard endlessly, but the sound coming from Wujo Wushen is still so clear.

The sound of unzipping the trousers, the rustling of cloth, the sound of Wujo Wu being stuffy in his throat...all together, as long as it is related to Wujo Wu, it will be magnified countless times.

Aman Shouzhi held his breath in vain, trying to block the smell of Gojo Satoru, huddled himself in a ball in vain, covered his ears with his arms, not listening to Gojo Satoru's voice, and tried in vain to shift his attention to the movie, not to go Think about what Gojo Satoru is doing...

But all in vain.

Surrounded by the scent of Gojo Satoru, surrounded by the sound of Gojo Satoru, surrounded by Gojo Satoru's——

"I'm going to the toilet!" The instinct of the little animal told him to run away, the faster the better, and the farther the better.

However, as soon as Tian Shouzhi moved, his ankle was tightly held by a big hand and dragged over.

Tian Shouzhi only felt that Gojo Satoru's palm was as hot as a soldering iron.

Little by little, he was dragged into Gojo Wu's arms, and the distance made him start to be afraid: "Wu..."

With a crying voice, Gojo Satoru regained his sanity, suppressed his throat forcefully, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Zhijiang, you'll be fine soon."

The muffled hum that overflowed from his throat made Tianshou Zhizhi tremble like an electric shock.

"I, I'm good." He promised tremblingly.

Tian Shouzhi didn't know what he was afraid of, his throat swelled up and down, his face was hot as if it was about to burn, his head was dizzy, his eyes were hot and sore, his limbs were weak, and his tailbone felt numb for a while. .

Gojo Satoru won't hurt him!

Tian Shouzhi couldn't be more sure.

But his body reacted back to Gojo Satoru, saying that he felt uncomfortable and concealed a little expectation. He didn't quite understand what it was, so he could only rudely attribute it to "fear".

After Tian Shouzhi made the promise, Gojo Satoru no longer dragged him into his arms, but the hand holding his ankle didn't show any intention of letting go.

Tian Shouzhi leaned against the sofa, shrank his body, and minimized his sense of existence.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, Tian Shouzhi always feels that a predator is staring at him, that kind of gaze is so real, it makes his body feel hot, he curls up in fear, his eyelashes tremble non-stop.

Then a hand was added to the flushed and hot face, the face was lifted up, and a hot tongue was inserted into the mouth-cavity.

Gojo Satoru didn't touch him, but if the shadow cast by his tall figure had any substance, it seemed to have its own weight, making it hard to breathe.

The hot water poured on his waist, Tian Shouzhi subconsciously shook, and then Gojo Satoru fell limply on him.

Tianshou Zhizhi was panting for oxygen, his pupils were dilated, and his mind was blank.

Tenshou Zhizhi paused for a while, Gojo Satoru also squinted his eyes, and kissed him with a full face.

Gojo Satoru waited for him to come back to his senses, and then, as if he had discovered a new world, he sighed in surprise: "Zhijiang, your clothes are dirty~"

The clothes were filthy, Gojo Gojo's voice was hoarse, he leaned on his shoulder and asked him if he needed help, Tenshou Zhizhi was stunned for a moment before recovering, and then shook his head desperately.

Tian Shouzhi wanted to push away Wujo Wu, who was deadly, but his body was so weak that he felt wronged: "Why are you doing this here!"

I don't know if I was crying because of grievance, or because I was crying because of pain, Tian Shouzhi's eyes were red, water splashed at the corners of his eyes, and the tip of his nose was also red.

"I'm sorry, I was careless." Gojo Satoru assured him, "I'll wash it for you. It's so hot today, so it's done in one go. You can definitely wear it before you go back at night!"

Gojo Satoru does have a washing machine at home, which can handle all washing and drying.

But just before the clothes were put in and the water was filled, the phone rang.

"The seniors in Kyoto are here. The competition system and competition time will be announced in the afternoon. Come quickly, or Teacher Ye Moth will get angry."

With red eyes, Tenshou Zhizhi grabbed Gojo Gojo's shoulder viciously, and bit his fragile throat: "Nishuai!"

At one o'clock in the afternoon, it is the hottest time of the day. The high temperature of 37 degrees can almost dry people out.

Xia Youjie looked suspiciously at the big sun in the sky, then at Tianshou Zhizhi's top-buttoned uniform, and couldn't help asking: "Zhi, aren't you hot?" The college uniform is a shirt, suit pants and a jacket.

High school students don't seem to have the concept of "season", and school uniforms for spring, summer, autumn and winter can always be seen in one season.

Even so, on a sunny day of 37 degrees today, it’s okay to wear a heat-absorbing black long-sleeved jacket, and button it to the top...

Will you suffer from heat stroke? !

"It's, it's okay." Tianshou Zhizhi was so hot that he was sweating all over, and the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, sticking to his skin wetly.

It's not that he doesn't want to take it off, but that he can't take it off!The shirt inside was soiled, and Tenshouzhi didn't want to wear the Ma-Kong jacket, so he changed into Gojo Satoru's shirt in desperation.But Gojo Satoru's shirt is too big!

He originally wanted to go to the locker room to change his sportswear, but he forgot to take the sportswear back for washing yesterday!

Wearing clothes that are obviously not yours to a "communication meeting" - absolutely not!

Predators have a sense of territoriality, Gojo Wujo feels that his shirt is the best sign, and encourages him vigorously: "Zhijiang, if it's hot, you can take off your coat—"

Tian Shouzhi withdrew his feet indifferently, looking at Gojo Satoru as if he were looking at a dead person.

"Wu, if you bully Zhizhi every day, you will be hated!"

Gojo Satoru didn't know whether it was anger or pain, his five senses glared at Xia Youjie distortedly.

Whose fault do you think it is!