The ruffian is hard to guard

Fei Fan tossed and turned sleeplessly all night, his heart was depressed, but his body was excited, so he took a cold shower twice in one night.

"I have to fall in love, otherwise I will be mad at Old Dog Zhan."

He made up his mind, dug out a long-preserved Huang Jiaju "Really Love You" disc from the suitcase, put it in his backpack, and planned to confess his love to Cheng Jialiang, whom he had admired for a long time.

After a day of chaotic class, as soon as the kindergarten was over, Fei Fan dragged Cheng Jiadong and rushed out among the parents who came to pick up their children.

"Teacher, Mr. Zhan wants to skin you again?" Cheng Jiadong looked at Fei Fan, who was hunched over and flustered, and asked helplessly.

Fei Fan patted the melon on the head, and said very dissatisfied: "How do you make others want to destroy your prestige? He peels my skin? Does he dare?"

Cheng Jialiang curled his lips, swallowing the words in his heart very much to save face.

"Mr. Fei, we don't go to the supermarket to look at the store, where are we going?"

"Go to school and find your brother."

"Looking for my brother?" The little guy had a look on his face, "Great, let's go then."

Two people, one big and one small, took the bus to the town's No. [-] Middle School, just in time for the school's evening repair and dinner.

"Brother!" The little ghost flew into Cheng Jialiang's arms, hugging his neck and not letting go.

Cheng Jialiang patted his little butt twice, and asked Fei Fan with a smile: "Mr. Fei, why are you here?"

"I came to No. [-] Middle School to do some business, so I brought Cheng Jiadong with me." Fei Fan spit out the pre-made excuses, "When I finish my work, I will send him home. You can go to class with peace of mind and go back to school directly at night." Just go home, no need to go to kindergarten to pick him up."

Cheng Jialiang pondered for a moment, then shook his head lightly: "It's better not to bother Teacher Fei, I'll take him home now, and hurry up, so I can get back to class in time."

"Then you won't be able to eat dinner." Fei Fan pointed to the food stalls on both sides of the school gate, "If you want to thank me, please treat me to a cold baked noodle. I haven't eaten for a long time. It's weird."

Cheng Jialiang turned his head to look at the oil-stained snack stalls with unsanitary conditions, and then looked at Fei Fan's skinny and tender body, which is not an acquaintance, and said gently: "Go to the food court behind the campus, although there is nothing there Delicious stuff, but at least the hygiene would be better."

They chose a noodle stall in the food street, and the northwest wide noodles were poured with hot oil, exuding a strong fragrance.

"Delicious." Fei Fan praised with his eyes bent.

"I invited Teacher Fei to dinner, and I ate a bowl of noodles." Cheng Jialiang apologized slightly, "I'm sorry."

"Last time you invited me to eat crayfish. Blame Zhan Changsong for making such a fuss and wasting such a good thing."

Mentioning Zhan Changsong, Fei Fan's heart trembled, and he put a mouthful of hot noodles into his mouth without blowing on it, and the hot tip of his tongue ached.

Cheng Jialiang handed over a napkin: "It feels like you have a good relationship with Boss Zhan."

"Ah?" Fei Fan stared blankly, "Which eye of yours is blind and thinks we have a good relationship?"

After saying that, I felt that what I said just now was too vulgar, which ruined my image of being gentle and courteous.

"...I get angry when I mention him,...so I'm...speaking bluntly, don't mind."

Cheng Jialiang smiled, didn't answer, and continued to eat noodles with his head down.

After a while, the little ghost Cheng Jiadong ate a bowl of noodles. He put down his chopsticks and jumped off the stool to play bouncing with the kids on the street corner.

"Go ahead, Teacher Zhan and I will find you later after we finish our noodles." Cheng Jialiang agreed.

Fei Fan stuck his face in the noodle bowl and grinned, the opportunity came.

Seeing that the kid ran away, he shyly smoothed his hair with his hands, and said shyly, "...Cheng Jialiang, I'm only two years older than you, and we are considered the same age, so you don't need to call me teacher ,...Let's call it Fei Fan."

He took a deep breath and secretly cheered himself up: "I...I have something to give you."

He brought the backpack in front of him, and slowly unzipped the chain. As soon as his hand touched the disc, he heard a helpless voice from the opposite person.

"I have a favorite person."

"What?" Fei Fan was taken aback, his nails scratched a mark on the cover of the disc.

Cheng Jialiang put down his chopsticks and looked directly at Fei Fan: "I have someone I like."

"Ah? Ah, ah!" Fei Fan was embarrassed and flustered. He closed the zipper of his backpack and hugged it tightly to his chest, "I...I...Didn't mean that..."

"Are you crooked?" Cheng Jialiang looked around and asked, "Isn't it?"

"I..." Fei Fan's mind was extremely confused, he didn't know whether to admit it or hide it.

"I am." Cheng Jialiang didn't ask any more questions, but dropped a blockbuster.

"What? Are you...?"

"Yes." The young man picked up the chopsticks again, put noodles into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It's quite normal, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's quite normal, yes, it's quite normal." Fei Fan stuttered, and after struggling for a long time, he carefully looked at Cheng Jialiang and asked in a low voice, "How do you know that I am the same?"

Cheng Jialiang smiled suddenly, and finally had the youthful exuberance that young people should have: "You are too obvious, as long as you are curvy, you can tell that you are."

Fei Fan was a little frightened, and rubbed his face with his hands: "No way? Is it that obvious? I think I'm covering it up pretty well."

"It's well concealed, and a straight man like Boss Zhan can't tell it." Cheng Jialiang smiled again, and his brows and eyes with the smile faded away, appearing extremely vivid.

Fei Fan was a nympho, staring at Cheng Jialiang in a daze and said: "You are crooked, and so am I. Isn't this... quite appropriate."

Cheng Jialiang shook his head, lowered his head and ate the noodles again, and looked into the distance while chewing: "I have someone I like, I like it very much."

Fei Fan slumped his back, his expression a little downcast: "Oh, then...well, I wish you well."

Lovelorn!

He scratched his head with his mouth flattened, and carefully experienced the feeling of being broken in love, and felt that it was not as broken as in the novel.

"When did you know that I... like you?" Fei Fan felt that half of his tongue was useless when he asked this question.

"We met for the first time." Cheng Jialiang said with a smile, "Ms. Fei is too innocent, and she won't hide her thoughts."

Fei Fan sighed and buried his face in the backpack: "It's so embarrassing."

"No," Cheng Jialiang shook his head, the smile on his face faded, "I'm the same as you, I can't ask for it."

......

Zhan Changsong didn't sleep well either.

It's not that I can't sleep, it's that I have many night dreams.

In the dream, there is always a beautiful woman by his side, or scratching his head, or flirting, but without exception, the face that turns around is Fei Fan, and Zhan Changsong is always in a cold sweat with fright.

At 4:[-] in the morning, he woke up from his dream, rubbed his face in pain, got out of bed and found a favorite disc.