what are you doing

As soon as the fifteenth day of the first lunar month is over, high school officially starts. The new semester has a new atmosphere, and the whole school is still immersed in the excitement of the New Year. No matter who you meet, the first sentence is Happy New Year.

However, this enthusiastic atmosphere only lasted for less than two weeks, and it dissipated under the high-intensity study pressure.

"Hey, it hurts so much, so tired." Wang Ge lay listlessly on the table, with a stack of books under his chin, "When is the summer vacation?"

Ding An didn't bother to talk to him, and was racking his brains to compete with the math problems on the exercise paper.

The math teacher didn't know if his brain had a twitch, and he insisted on leaving two real competition questions for them as homework in the evening self-study, and they had to collect them for correction before the end of the second class.

It took Ding An a class to figure out the first question, but he couldn't figure out the correct answer to the last question of the second question. Seeing that there was less than half an hour before the end of the second evening self-study class, he pounced. My hair is messy and I feel like I'm going bald.

"Haven't figured it out, brother?" Wang Ge leaned over and grabbed his hand, "You've already calculated this problem for 10 minutes. Is it that difficult?"

"I'll go," Ding An turned to look at him, "Is it so difficult? You make it sound like you counted it?"

"Competition questions, Xiao An'an," Wang Ge said, "To put it bluntly, these two questions are for you and Lao Yu, and even you can't solve them. Do you think it's necessary for me to do them?"

Ding An tilted his body to look at his homework, but it was blank.

He sighed, turned over the exercise paper, and planned to count from the beginning.

Wang Gelai was on top of him, clinging to him like a sticky worm, Ding An pushed him, but if he didn't push, he let him go.

"This auxiliary line is drawn incorrectly." Fang Zeyu's voice suddenly came from above his head.

Wang Ge was startled, and he straightened up abruptly. The chair scraped against the ground and made a screeching sound, causing everyone in the class to curse.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wang Ge lowered his voice and cupped his hands around, and sat down on his seat in a proper manner, with his back straightened.

Ding An looked at him as if he was mentally ill, wondering what kind of madness this kid was.

Turning around, Fang Zeyu had already drawn the auxiliary line on the draft paper. Ding An took a glance at it and suddenly realized why he couldn't find the correct answer.

He picked up a pen and quickly calculated on the draft paper. After writing the formula on the draft paper, he realized how simple Fang Zeyu's calculation method was, and the result was calculated within 5 minutes.

After putting the calculation process on the homework book, Ding An stretched his neck enough to reach his body to read Fang Zeyu's homework book, only to find that this guy had already finished these two problems.

The homework is neatly placed in the upper left corner, and he himself is drawing arrows on a blank sheet of paper.

Ding An stared at it with a stiff neck for a while, only to realize that what he had drawn was a map of the distribution of ocean currents in the world.

Red pens are used for warm currents, and blue pens are used for cold currents. When the cold and warm currents meet, thick fog forms.

Ding An suddenly laughed out loud, I can't tell whether you are a cow or a horse in the fog.

"Are you so fascinated?" Fang Zeyu suddenly leaned back the stool, leaned his back on Ding An's table, raised his head slightly to look at him, "Does my painting look good?"

Ding An's face was caught off guard by his lips, and the warm touch made his face flush instantly.

"Fuck!" Ding Anteng stood up suddenly, and covered his right face with his hand.

The class was quietly going to self-study, everyone was startled by his shout, and they all stared with surprise.

Standing in the back, Ding An was a little embarrassed, covered his face and laughed dryly, and sat down on the seat again.

Suddenly there was a whisper of discussion in the class.

The math teacher gave him a warning look, and seeing Ding An's apologetic smile, he lowered his head and continued writing the lesson plan.

Wang Ge clutched his stomach and nearly fell to the ground laughing. He gave Ding An a thumbs up and said silently, "It's awesome."

Ding An felt that he was unlucky, why had he been so unlucky since he met Fang Zeyu, and could make such embarrassing things happen every time.

He sat on the seat angrily, after much deliberation, he still felt unwilling, no, he had to take revenge on Fang Zeyu.

He glanced at the math teacher on the podium, he was fine and showed no signs of looking up.

Ding An stretched out two fingers to lean on the table to indicate steps, walked from his side to the front of the table, and then quietly climbed onto Fang Zeyu's back.

Fang Zeyu trembled slightly, allowing him to "hands and feet" on his back.

Ding An secretly smiled, and crawled his fingers around his side waist to the front of him, and then relaxed his movements.

Slowly and gently rubbing his abs.

Fang Zeyu looked down at the hand that was doing evil to him, and gritted his teeth.

Ding An's fingers are thin and long, and they are still very white. The round nails are neatly manicured. They are bony but not as soft as a girl's, but have the flexibility of a teenager.

Fang Zeyu took a deep breath, retracted his left hand to the table and grabbed his hand.

Gently squeeze it, it is as warm as in memory, with moderate hardness.

He couldn't help but think of that night at Grandma Ding An's house, Ding An used these hands to "help" him sober up.

Ding An looked at Fang Zeyu's expression of enjoyment, quietly raised the corners of his mouth, and grabbed it fiercely.

"Fuck!" Fang Zeyu yelled.

The silent class became commotion again, Ding An withdrew his hand to cover his stomach and couldn't stop laughing.

Well you Fang Zeyu, now it's your turn to die!

Simply heartwarming.

"Fang Zeyu! Ding An!" The math teacher pointed at them and shouted angrily, "Hand in your homework, you two, get out!"

"Ah?" Ding An couldn't laugh anymore, and looked at the teacher with a sad face, "No, teacher..."

"It's not what it is," the math teacher interrupted him mercilessly, "Get out and stand for punishment."

There was a burst of laughter in the class.

Ding An sighed heavily, and under the watchful eyes of the whole class, Ge Fang Zeyu shuffled out of the back door together.

"Why is the monitor's face so red? He was covering it with his hands just now. Could it be that he was beaten?" The representative of the Chinese class whispered to his deskmate.

"Are you kidding me?" The tablemate also replied angrily, "Who dares to hit Ding An, and even slaps him, don't you want to live?"

"Ge Ge smiled like that, it must not be him," the class representative rubbed his chin and analyzed carefully, "I think he is a god of learning."

"Are you kidding me? Xue Shen," said the deskmate, "He has such a good relationship with the class monitor, why are you slapping him?"

"Why didn't the squad leader of Xueshen pinch him? Isn't this just revenge." The class representative said.