First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

Pei Shinian slowly turned his head and looked at the headmaster who simply agreed.

Pei Shinian: "?"

So it’s really only privileged for idols, right?No matter how other people roll it, it doesn’t work well?

For a long time afterwards, Pei Shinian was lost in thought.

After that English class, the second-generation ancestors of International Class A were hit twice in a row, their vitality was seriously injured, and it was rare for them to live peacefully for a whole day.

The first time I officially went to work was mainly to get familiar with the work mode, and the program team did not arrange any complicated tasks.

The first day teacher experience is over soon.

In the evening, Lu Shen supervises the evening self-study of International Class A, and the other members return to the staff dormitory to rest first.

After they went back to the dormitory to take a shower, Bai Xingyu and Pei Shinian changed into their pajamas, brought beer and snacks bought by credit card in the cafeteria, and knocked on the door of Song Jianchu and Mu Ye's dormitory.

Pei Shinian: "Brother, open the door."

Mu Ye had just finished washing, and opened the door with half-wet hair.

Mu Ye looked down at the bag of wine in Bai Xingyu's hand, and asked, "Did you buy the milk?"

"I bought it." Pei Shinian raised his hand, "I'm here."

"Thanks." Mu Ye let the two of them in through the door.

Bai Xingyu kicked off his slippers, went in with his things, and said amusedly: "I found out that you are like raising a son recently. I'm afraid your old brother has developed a fatherly love for children?"

Mu Ye closed the door and mocked lightly: "You and Lao Lu have been in love for so many years, and I haven't expressed any opinions."

"Go away." Bai Xingyu sat directly on the floor with underfloor heating, pulled over the small table to put down his things, and pointed threateningly: "If you want to make a date, just say it, no one will get in the way if Lugou is not here, I will accept you at any time challenge."

Mu Ye lazily sat down, picked up a can of cold beer, opened it with one hand and took a sip: "You have not tidied up the old road for so many years, you think I will be afraid when you tell me this?"

"That's why I beat you up." Bai Xingyu was still a little uncomfortable sitting on the hard floor, pressed his waist, gritted his teeth and said, "Dog thing, I haven't learned from you, a goblin, more and more. .”

"What does it have to do with me." Mu Ye said with a smile, "It's because you don't know him clearly enough."

Pei Shinian tore open a bag of snacks, and looked at Bai Xingyu blankly: "My brother Lu has been doing pretty well recently, why did he mess with you?"

Bai Xingyu narrowed his eyes: "I just realized it. That's because I made a mistake last night. I'm afraid I'll be beaten up when I come back tonight, so I'll pretend to be pitiful with Lao Tzu in the morning."

Pei Shinian: "I can't... Those brats are really difficult to deal with."

"Others may not be able to do it, him? Stop teasing." Bai Xingyu took a can of beer and opened it, understanding: "It's just that wolf with a big tail, who looks like a dog and actually holds back bad water, and now he's playing wild with you again." Brother has learned how to tease tea, but can he still be tricked by a bunch of brats?"

Mu Ye rested his face in one hand and fanned the flames leisurely: "It's really suspicious."

Bai Xingyu made a sound out of the can, and sneered: "When he comes back from the self-study, I have to redo the family education tonight."

Pei Shinian: "..."

Pei Shinian naturally changed the subject: "Haven't you finished washing at the beginning?"

"Just went in." Mu Ye bit a potato chip: "You can't play too late, you have to rest at Chuchu."

"You've almost got it, are you still playing with it?" Bai Xingyu opened the package of shredded squid, and reminded: "Kids are simple-minded, be careful of overturning the car."

"No." Mu Ye lowered his eyes lazily: "You think too much."

Pei Shinian looked at them in a daze, "What overturned car? What are you talking about?"

"Are you serious?" Bai Xingyu raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, then paused: "Are you out of your mind?"

Mu Ye looked up at the bathroom door, with interest and ambiguous expectation in his eyes, and smiled: "Who knows."

Pei Shinian didn't understand, and looked back at the bathroom where the sound of running water kept coming: "Why did you take so long to wash at the beginning?"

Mu Ye glanced at his watch, the little fan took a long time to wash again today, almost half an hour already.

A little worried, Mu Ye put down his beer, got up and knocked on the bathroom door, making excuses and asked, "Do you need help wiping your back?"

It took two seconds to respond, with the same tone as usual, with a weak nasal voice: "No, it will be fine soon, you two talk first."

"No hurry, wash slowly." Mu Ye looked at the blurry glass door of the bathroom, and said warmly, "Don't take too long, or you'll catch a cold."

"it is good."

Hearing the people outside go away, Song Jianchu removed the fingers under his nose, and calmly stretched his hands under the warm water.

The water falling on the white tiles turns light red in a few seconds, and returns to colorless without leaving any traces.

He left too hastily last night. After arresting the students, he had breakfast and went straight to work. Song Jianchu was so busy that he forgot to take his morning medicine.

The symptoms of chronic myeloid leukemia in the chronic phase are completely controlled by drugs. When suppressed by the current special targeted drugs, it is almost possible to achieve no obvious symptoms.

Once out of drug control, the symptoms will be obvious immediately.

Song Jianchu didn't turn off the water until the nosebleed stopped completely.

He put on his pajamas, briefly dried his hair half-dry, checked in the mirror, rubbed his pale face, and walked out of the bathroom slowly.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, the three people who were chatting looked at him, and Song Jianchu paused slightly.

Pei Shinian smiled and said, "After washing for so long, why do we look like a little girl at the beginning and love to be clean so much?"

Mu Ye glanced sideways: "You still have to hold something when you sleep, how dare you talk about others?"

Bai Xingyu waved at him: "Ji Chu, come over to chat with me, I bought you strawberry milk, it's very comfortable to drink after taking a shower."

Song Jianchu wore pure black button-down pajamas, walked to his bed and sat down, picked up the blindfold next to the pillow: "I won't drink, thank you. You play, I want to go to bed early, don't worry about me."

Mu Ye leaned back against the floor and turned his head, looked at the boy's slightly pale face, and frowned slightly: "Sleeping so early? Are you uncomfortable?"

"Is it a problem with the lighting?" Pei Shinian narrowed his eyes and looked at the bedside: "Jianchu, was your face so pale before?"

Bai Xingyu stood up and kicked Pei Shinian lightly: "It's late, you all go to bed early, we'll go back to rest too."

Pei Shinian also got up: "We'll come back tomorrow."

When the two left, Mu Ye walked to the bed and stretched out his hand: "Are you uncomfortable?"

The boy's hair can be seen to be sloppy, messy but not ugly, with a kind of unruly handsomeness.When the hair color is wet, it will appear darker and make the skin more fair.

"No." Song Jianchu tilted his head away to touch his hand, covered the quilt and lay down naturally, put on the blindfold and turned sideways to face the wall: "I'm a little sleepy, I'll go to sleep first."

Mu Ye's hand stopped in mid-air, and he looked down at the person on the bed, staring blankly for several seconds.

It was the first time that the little fan refused to touch him, and Mu Ye was in a delicate mood.

Mu Ye stood by the bed in a daze for a moment, then asked softly, "You're in a bad mood?"

"No." The voice was a little hoarse under the quilt: "I didn't sleep too much last night, and I want to make up for it."

Mu Ye stared at the half-wet messy back of short pink hair above the quilt, and paused blankly: "Give me a hug?"

Song Jianchu's tone was calm: "I'll hug you tomorrow."

Lord Jin refused so simply, Mu Ye could only turn off the light, quietly went back to his bed, silently observing the raised outline on the other side of the bed.

Song Jianchu was wrapped in the quilt and heaved a sigh of relief facing the wall.

The room was quiet, he closed his eyes with peace of mind, and soon fell asleep.

Although he took the medicine, Song Jianchu was still in a low-grade fever when he fell asleep.He had a chaotic dream, the scenes were constantly switching, and the plot was busy and tense.

He could feel that he was sweating a lot, but his body and eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't wake up with his own consciousness.

Mu Ye slept until midnight, when he heard rapid and disorderly breathing from beside him.

He got out of bed immediately, bent over to support the bed, and touched the boy's forehead covered in cold sweat.

No fever, but seems a little hypothermic.

"Beginning."

Mu Ye frowned and called out several times in a low voice.

He went to get a hot towel, wiped the sweat of the person in the nightmare, then lifted the quilt and lay down, stretched his arms under the boy's neck to cover his head, and wrapped his cold body into his arms.

Mu Ye leaned sideways and patted the back of the man in his arms, feeling the boy's thinner figure than he looked, he frowned slightly, and unconsciously tightened his arms.

With his chin resting against the soft forehead hair, he coaxed in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, you are dreaming."

The person in his arms unconsciously approached the warm direction, his arms subconsciously wrapped around Mu Ye's waist, and his face was buried in his pajamas.

It seemed to be much more comfortable, and the disordered breathing gradually stabilized.

The soft hair rubbed against his heart through the pajamas, Mu Ye's body stiffened for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled gently.

Holding his breath to feel the heartbeat infected with disordered rhythm for a few seconds, Mu Ye lowered his head slightly, and put his lips on the boy's forehead and hair, making up for the goodnight kiss that he couldn't give tonight.

Mu Ye chuckled lightly at himself, put his fingers into the hair on the back of the boy's head and rubbed it lightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Good night, the rest will be sweet dreams."