The cp of the male god of abstinence is a super A boss

When passing by the stadium, Xin Ting pointed to the stadium not far away and said gloatingly, "Look at those idiots."

He Jiao looked over and saw Song Feiyang and the others. The three of them were tied with hemp ropes around their waists. The three of them formed a string and ran around the court. It was unknown how many times they were fined.

Next to them, two cadres from the discipline inspection department stood under the shade of a tree and stared at the three of them.

Lan Qing wasn't there, He Jiao thought, he wouldn't be going back to the dormitory, would he?

When He Jiao thought about going back to the dormitory, his pace became faster.

Xin Ting looked at his slightly cheerful back, and thought to himself: You said you didn't come for the president?

He Jiao came to the gate of 309.Immediately slowed down, covered his waist with his hands, leaned against the door with a sick look, and whispered inside: "Lan Qing, classmate Lan, are you asleep?"

Xin Ting followed him and looked at his hypocritical appearance, the corners of his mouth were crooked, a bit contemptuous, but it was undeniable that a good-looking person would be pleasing no matter how he did it.

Xin Ting came behind him and asked softly, "Don't you have the key?"

"No."

At this time, the door opened, and Lan Qing was wearing black pajamas, as if she had already gone to bed and took a nap.

Song Feiyang and the other three have already been punished by him, so it stands to reason that the three of them would definitely not dare to bully He Jiao in school.

But just as Lan Qing was about to ask him to go back to his own dormitory to take a nap, He Jiao was already on his side and squeezed in through the gap between him and the door.

Lan Qing was startled, he could squeeze through such a small gap?

How thin is his body?

When Xin Ting saw that this person had already gone in, he was embarrassed to continue watching. He smiled and walked towards his dormitory, but he still couldn't help gossiping and turned around to peek.

Then he saw Lan Qing close the door, um, um... Was it a tacit consent to let He Jiao enter the room?

He Jiao clutched his waist and came to the side of the bed. He supported the bed frame with one hand, and covered his lower back with the other hand and said, "Just now when I walked all the way back, I felt my back hurt and my waist was sore. Please help me look at mine. Is the wound open?"

Lan leaned over and lifted up his clothes. There was still a bruise on his lower back that hadn't disappeared, and the piece of gauze attached to his back had no blood.

"It shouldn't be broken, do you feel pain?" Lan Qing asked, he tore off a corner of the gauze and looked inside.

The wound was already scarred, a thick layer of scab.

It looked particularly abrupt on his fair back.

"Yeah, it's still itchy. I want to scratch but I'm afraid that the scar will be scratched. Is there any medicine that can stop itching?"

He Jiao is not pretending, he is really itchy.

It's just that his arm was a little bit twisted or strained, and he couldn't get his back even if he wanted to scratch it.

"Be patient, the itching is because new flesh grows, and the scars are like this. Just don't scratch him cheaply."

Lan Qing put down her clothes.

He Jiao reached out to scratch, but Lan Qing grabbed his hand and pressed it down, "I told you not to scratch."

"No, no, it's too itchy, then you can press and poke for me." He Jiao twisted his waist uncomfortably, and wanted to pick it with his hands.

Lan Qing grabbed his two hands and put them together above his head, and he grabbed his two wrists with only one hand.

Then he just stood there with his hands pressed against the edge of the top bed frame.

He stood behind him, warning: "Don't move!"

He Jiao was so uncomfortable that he just wanted to twist his shoulders, and Lan Qing's fingers pressed on his itchy spot very precisely.

At that moment, He Jiao felt different.

"That's right, that's right...a little bit harder..."

"Too much force will break."

"But don't use force, I'm itchy... the top... yes, right here... the left side... so comfortable..."

Xin Ting and Xu Zihao risked being beaten to death, and came to the door of room 309. The two of them stuck to the door panel to eavesdrop on the movement inside. It was a terrible day, and they were too scared to speak.

Hearing such secrets...will they be silenced?

Lan Qing asked impatiently, "Are you all right?"

"Not yet... come again..."

The two people outside the door couldn't stand it anymore, and when they were about to turn around and leave quietly, a man in the dormitory diagonally opposite found them doing bad things here, and yelled super badly: "Xin Ting, Xu Zihao, you two What are you doing at the gate of 309?"

"Fuck!" Xu Zihao roared angrily, rushed over and grabbed the man and beat him up, "You did it on purpose!"

Xin Ting was so frightened that he ran back to his dormitory.

It's over, it's over, he's over!

He Jiao didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said, but it seemed that someone was overhearing at the door...

Then he felt that what he said just now... was not quite right...

Lan Qing didn't even think about it wildly, but now, even he felt a little embarrassed.

"Is it alright?" Blue asked.

"Okay, okay..."

Although he still felt a little itchy, he always felt that if he continued, it would not be his back that was itching.

He Jiao took advantage of the situation and sat down on the bed he slept on last night, thinking how he could stay here and not return to 306.

He lay down on the bed, bent his knees and pushed his back with the strength of his waist, and his back slowly rubbed against the bed, which could also relieve the itching.

Lan Qing glanced at him and saw that he was rubbing his back like this, and immediately bent down and pressed his shoulders to prevent him from moving.

"Don't dawdle, the scar will bleed when it comes off."

He Jiao's eyes widened. Looking at Lan Qing who leaned over to look at him in this posture, it was a bit charming.

He couldn't help but reached out and grabbed Lan Qing's collar and pulled it hard. Lan Qing didn't notice for a moment, and she threw herself on him.

"You..." Lan Qing's pupils were like earthquakes, and she looked at the person who gave birth in shock.

Does he really like men?

His target is him?

Lan Qing is not stupid, he is so obvious, it is impossible for him not to know.

But he didn't want to accept it.

"Can I..."

"I do not like you."

This time it was He Jiao's pupil earthquake, his pair of beautiful blue eyes that looked like jewels, because of the shock, there seemed to be water shining in the pupils, and the jewels looked even brighter.

But there is a trace of sadness mixed with the brilliance.

You are the flash in that moment, Lan Qing's heart seems to be stabbed by something.

But he has always been a hard-hearted man.

I don't like you already said that.

He chose to ignore the trace of emotion that just happened in his heart.

The hand holding Lan Qing's collar was slowly released.

He Jiao thought that one day he would be rejected, but he never thought that this day would come so soon.

In his dreams, he was looking forward to hearing him say, I like you.

But he flew more than half of the world, and he didn't use any tricks when he came here, and he was already rejected by him.