what are you doing

"Brother An," Fang Zeyu leaned his chair against Ding An's desk, turned his head and called him in a low voice.

"Huh?" Ding An looked up at the soldiers talking on the podium, and responded in a low voice, "What's the matter? What don't you understand?"

"You're not kidding me, are you?" Fang Zeyu asked.

"What?" Ding An was stunned for a moment, thinking that Fang Zeyu was really lost. Although he was smart enough, he wouldn't just say that he was teasing him if he didn't understand something.

Floating away, lacking the crush of a top student.

"Tell you," Ding An patted him on the shoulder, then pointed to what the soldiers wrote on the blackboard, "I, the plenum."

Tongue licked the inner wall of the mouth, just so confident.

"I said," Fang Zeyu chuckled, and then said seriously, "You are not teasing me when you are with me."

"I'll go!" Ding An's eyes widened, and he quickly turned his head to glance at Wang Ge.

It’s okay, okay, the second idiot is listening to Da Bing’s interesting stories about farmers in Southeast Asia with great interest.

"Are you okay?" Ding An lowered his voice and kicked his stool, "Brother is in class."

He could see that Fang Zeyu was really brave, and he wasn't afraid of showing his secrets at all.

Fang Zeyu turned around and tore a note.

Not only was he not afraid, he wanted to tell everyone that he and Ding An were in love, that we were in love with each other, and that we were a natural match.

The soldier was still telling the story with gusto, and sprayed the podium with his saliva. Ding An even saw the math class representative sitting in the first row wipe his face.

He wanted to laugh, but he glanced at Fang Zeyu again. The man lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing, as if he had no interest in the story told by the soldier.

You won't be angry, will you?

Ding An was thinking about talking to him, when the edge of the table was knocked twice, Fang Zeyu's upper body leaned back slightly, his left hand was hanging on the edge of the stool.

"What?" Ding An had just asked, when he felt his leg being tapped twice, and he quickly reached out to catch it.

Next to the table was the wall, besides the window. There were two rows of radiators installed beside the wall, which happened to be stuck next to Ding An's table and Fang Zeyu's stool. Ding An groped along the table legs several times before he touched Fang Zeyu's hand.

As soon as the cool fingertips touched his warm hand, they were grabbed, and the palm of the hand was gently scratched, which made him feel itchy.

Thinking of Fang Zeyu's bony fingers under the table, intertwined with his hands, Ding An's teeth suddenly itch.

If you want to take a bite and make a tooth mark, you should engrave a seal.

No, the biting on the finger is a bit too obvious, it needs to be changed to a less ostentatious place.

For example, on the shoulders, or on the waist, or on the buttocks.

Ding An couldn't help but want to laugh when he thought of Fang Zeyu's well-groomed school uniform trousers, where there were big teeth marks from his bite on the two white and tender buttocks.

Immediately, I felt a note was stuffed in the palm of my hand.

Ding An put the note in the opening of the table, and opened it carefully. On it was Fang Zeyu's handwriting which was slightly wet with sweat.

Damn, what are you doing, Ding An blushed, isn't it just puppy love, is there any need to be so excited.

Wang Ge suddenly made a sound, leaned over and glanced at his hand, "What are you doing to be so happy?"

"Fuck," Ding An grabbed the note in his hand with lightning speed, and looked up at Wang Ge in a panic, "No, no, what are you doing, who's having fun, I'm not having fun."

Wang Ge looked at him contemptuously, "Then what is the curvature of your mouth? Is it a U-shaped curve?"

"I, I can only think of happy things." Ding An said.

"Has your wife given birth?" Wang Ge sneered, his eyes swept over the back of Fang Zeyu's head, "Boys and girls? I'll follow five hundred."

"Fuck off," Ding An elbowed him, "Listen to your short stories about Southeast Asia."

"Okay, okay, oh, the child has grown up, and I have a secret," Wang Ge pretended to be emotional, and turned his head to listen to his short Southeast Asian stories.

In less than a minute, he approached Ding An again, "I wanted to ask you a long time ago, what happened to the hole on your mouth? Don't tell me that you accidentally hit it, Old Yu used this as an excuse in the morning."

A sentence stuck in Ding An's mouth, and he almost choked himself.

He coughed dryly, and said calmly, "I accidentally bit it while eating, don't worry, it will be fine in two days."

Yes, yes, if you bite, I'm afraid it will be bitten with the one who got knocked. Don't worry, it's my turn to worry.

Wang Ge gave him a meaningful look, then turned to listen to the story.

Ding An was irritated, fuck it, he instinctively told him that Wang Ge must know something, just ask, ask der!Isn't it just a love affair? Let's talk about one myself.

Ah ah ah ah ah!Ding An took a deep breath, and his heartbeat still accelerated, as excited as if he had just run a 100-meter sprint.

Fuck it, fall in love.

He clipped the little note Fang Zeyu gave him into the English dictionary, and tore off a small piece of paper from his notebook.

Ding An wrote a word coldly. After thinking about it, he seemed to be a little cold. He picked up a pen and drew a small heart on the back, and colored it with a red pen.

He raised his head and observed it carefully, hissing, he always felt that something was missing. After thinking about it for a long time, he picked up a pen and drew on paper for a long time.

Wang Ge has been secretly watching his movements. Seeing that he has been immersed in painting for a long time, the story of Southeast Asia is almost finished, and he has not finished painting, so he can't help but feel anxious.

Hurry up, little Anzai, your little Yu's daughter-in-law can't wait.

Fang Zeyu was not as impatient as Wang Ge thought, he could probably guess what Ding An would reply to him.

They should say something like "Little daughter-in-law, Brother An taught you to fall in love early." or "Brother An loves you."

When he saw the note that Ding An handed over, full of gaudy love hearts, he was really taken aback for a moment.

Then, he really couldn't hold back, put his hand to his mouth and laughed.

A small "um." in the middle has almost been submerged by colorful hearts.

Why didn't he know that Ding An still had so many colored pens? It seems that our An brother has such a layer of unknown romantic girly side under his strong appearance, which is worthy of being Dai Yu'an.

Fang Zeyu felt that he couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to hug, kiss, and have an adult friendly relationship with Ding An.

He told himself over and over in his mind, don't be shy, don't be shy, while pinching his thigh tightly under the horrified gaze of his deskmate.

As soon as the get out of class was over, he stood up abruptly, rushed out of the classroom without looking back, and didn't come back until the class was about to start, with water splashing on his face.