First Love Performance Art [Entertainment]

No one thought of it.

The International Class A of Tumor Concentration Camp is so interested in a group activity.

With the joint efforts of the star teacher and the students in this class, International Class A won the grand prize with the first place in total points.

As the class monitor, Han Tian went to the podium to win the trophy on behalf of the class.

Song Jianchu handed him the trophy: "Congratulations to International Class A."

Han Tian's expression was complicated for a moment, and he took the trophy with lowered eyes: "Thank you, teacher."

The students of Class A in the audience cheered excitedly.

Teacher Shang looked at the happy students around him and felt relieved: "This is the first time for our class to win the collective honor award since the beginning of the school year. I didn't expect that it was the seniors who took the lead."

Mu Ye asked: "I heard that you were also a student before Chuchu?"

Teacher Shang nodded and said with a smile: "Jianchu is the most worry-free student I have ever taken care of, and he is also the best. It's just that he used to be a little withdrawn in school. I was always worried. I didn't expect the change to be so great now."

Mu Ye looked at the stage: "Does he have a bad relationship with his classmates?"

Song Jianchu happened to hold the microphone and looked down the stage, and met Mu Ye's eyes.Seeing that Chu's speech was slow, Song immediately looked away.

Teacher Shang sighed softly: "Because I skipped grades for the first time, he was a little older than the classmates in the class at that time, and he was not good at making friends, so he didn't really integrate into the group until graduation."

Mu Ye nodded.

Teacher Shang said: "It may be because of family reasons. Jianchu matured earlier than other children. He knows what he wants very well. He always has clear goals and strong action. So I didn't worry too much."

Mu Ye smiled lightly: "Chu Chu is indeed very mature."

"However, if you mature prematurely, you will also bear a lot of pressure that your peers don't need to bear in advance." Teacher Shang said: "My greatest hope for him is not how much he has achieved in life. I know that he will definitely achieve all his goals. Instead, I hope that he can occasionally act like a child and enjoy the simple happiness of this age."

Teacher Shang thought for a while, then looked at Mu Ye: "Mr. Mu, can you give us more fan benefits at the beginning of our meeting?"

Mu Ye was stunned for a moment, thinking he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

"We used to listen to your songs every day when we first met in school, and studied by ourselves at night. Listening to your songs, he could double his quiz speed, and I specially gave him a pair of headphones." Teacher Shang tried to help the students catch up with stars: "He I really admire you, and I am definitely your most loyal fan."

It was the first time that a teacher helped to chase stars, and Mu Ye couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that my songs are so amazing, and they can also improve learning efficiency."

Song Jianchu just stepped off the stage, and when he heard this conversation, he stopped and walked over quickly with red ears: "Teacher Shang, what are you talking about?"

Teacher Shang said frankly: "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. The teacher is not afraid that you will be thin-skinned and not seize the opportunity."

The girls passing by in a gang shouted to this side: "Mr. Mu is so handsome today!"

Teacher Shang patted Song Jianchu on the shoulder, jokingly: "Look at him."

Song Jianchu: "..."

Mu Ye pursed his lips to suppress a smile, and glanced lightly at his loyal fan: "Teacher Shang, don't worry, I will."

There was no evening self-study in the first year of high school this day, and the teachers also got off work early and went back to the dormitory to rest.

After washing up, Song Jianchu and Mu Ye sat at the desk together, each preparing for tomorrow's class.

After sorting out the lesson plans, Song Jianchu put down his pen and looked at his watch, still planning to go to bed early.

He just accidentally stopped the medicine once, and he obviously felt that his physical condition had deteriorated. He didn't feel it during the sports meeting, and he didn't have much energy after returning, and his head was a little heavy.

He leaned back and raised his hand, stretched one arm sleepily, and looked back quietly.

The two desks are against the wall, and they can work back to back without disturbing each other.

Mu Ye was wearing a white T-shirt and gray home trousers, sitting in front of the warm light of the desk lamp, resting his head lazily on the desk with one hand, and was flipping through the teaching materials to be taught tomorrow, and hadn't finished preparing the lesson yet.

Song Jianchu quietly turned off his desk lamp without making a sound, and silently moved towards the door.

Walking to the door, Mu Ye asked behind him, "Where are you going?"

Song Jianchu turned his head to meet Shang Mu Ye's gaze, and said, "Look for Brother Xing, he didn't reply to the message I sent just now."

"what's up?"

"I have a meeting tomorrow morning, and I want to change classes with him. His Chinese class is in the afternoon, and the time is more suitable."

Mu Ye nodded: "Go."

Song Jianchu closed the door and went out.

With his back against the door of the dormitory, Song Jianchu lowered his eyelashes and heaved a sigh of relief.

In the afternoon, he agreed to Mu Ye's proposal.

It's not that Song Jianchu doesn't understand this aspect at all.

His intuition told him that something might happen tonight.

He still needs a crash course in this area.

Dismissing the idea of ​​asking Yin Chi, Song Jianchu seriously thought that he would check it online after Mu Ye fell asleep tonight.

When they arrived at the door of Bai Xingyu and Lu Shen's dormitory, Song Jianchu adjusted his expression and raised his hand.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he found that the door of the dormitory was not closed tightly.

The door was ajar, and there was chaotic banging and cursing, as if someone were fighting.

"Grass... Lugou, are you fucking finished?"

"Go to bed..."

Song Jianchu raised his eyes completely unintentionally, and saw the two people in the door who were wearing bathrobes kissing fiercely and hitting the wall together, he froze in place and slowly opened his eyes wide.

In the next second, his vision quickly turned black, and a hand covered his eyes from behind.

Mu Ye helped close the door with his hand, and dragged the frightened kid back to the dormitory.

He looked at the person who had returned to the sky with a smile: "Scared?"

Song Jianchu raised his eyes hesitantly: "They?"

Mu Ye: "The seventh year of the hidden marriage."

Song Jianchu: "!!"

He didn't think in that direction at all, but he calmed down quickly: "I won't say it outside."

"I know." Mu Ye smiled and said, "Let's talk about the class change tomorrow morning."

Song Jianchu's expression was still a little dazed, and it took several seconds before he made a sound: "...Oh."

Song Jianchu turned around and walked in quickly, and lay down on the bed.

Mu Ye held the door with one hand, looked at the person who was covering him tightly with the quilt on the bed, raised his hand and rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

Lord Jin is too innocent, which made him feel guilty for what he said this afternoon.

Mu Ye sighed softly, turned off the light, didn't intend to irritate anyone, and went back to his bed consciously.

After lying down for 2 minutes, Mu Ye was about to fall asleep when the person on the bed next to him turned over and asked calmly, "Are you asleep?"

Mu Ye opened his eyes and turned his head on the pillow: "No."

The boy was lying on his side facing him, half of his face was hidden in the quilt, his eyes flickered slightly in the darkness, and he asked politely, "Is it okay to hug me before going to sleep?"

Mu Ye was a little surprised, his heart beat a little before he recovered.

It was the first time that Lord Jin made a request, and Mu Ye quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Mu Ye suppressed the corners of his mouth that could not help but raise, and asked as calmly as possible: "Should I lie down and hug?"

Song Jianchu didn't speak, and moved to the wall to make half of the bed for him.

Mu Ye looked down at the person wrapped in the quilt on the bed, bit his lower lip lightly, and was a little overwhelmed by the loveliness of Lord Jin.

He lifted the quilt and lay down, looking at the boy's thick eyelashes and straight nose bridge, he tried to slowly stretch out his hand under the quilt, and touched the cool fingers.

The finger that was touched curled up, but did not hide.

Mu Ye held two cold fingers, slowly covered the whole hand, and warmed that hand.

Song Jianchu remained motionless, letting the hot hand hold his hand.

The man's voice was particularly low at night, and he asked softly, "Hands are so cold, are they cold?"

The two lay facing each other under the quilt, sharing a pillow.Being too close, the breath almost hit the face when he whispered.

Song Jianchu drooped his eyelashes and replied calmly: "It's not cold, it's a physical problem."

Mu Ye held his hand with one hand, gently pushed the back of his head with the other hand, wrapped his arms around the back of his neck, and hugged him very gently.

The tip of Song Jianchu's nose touched the comfortable fabric of the collar of the cotton T-shirt, and the unique and pleasant warm breath of a mature man filled his nostrils.

Song Jianchu closed his eyes, completely relaxed his body, and enjoyed the comfort brought by the hug.

In his hazy consciousness, he felt the man's Adam's apple rolling gently.Mu Ye asked in a low voice: "Do you want to kiss me?"

The intense scene that caught my eye just now suddenly came back to my mind.

Song Jianchu held his breath for a moment, and the roots of his ears began to feel faintly hot again.

He suddenly remembered that Mu Ye had never been in love before, and that was the first kiss.

But he hasn't checked the information yet.

A bad kiss may leave Mu Ye with a bad first kiss experience.

Song Jianchu: "Yes..." Will we kiss again next time?

Don't wait for him to finish.

His chin was raised a little, and his cheeks softened suddenly.

Mu Ye kissed him on the face, the room was too quiet, there was a very faint sound when the kiss left.

Song Jianchu heaved a sigh of relief.

Just kiss the face.

When he was relaxed, he accidentally looked at Mu Ye.

The man's eyes were very soft, like a cloud of moist fog in the forest after the rain, and the arcs in his eyes revealed a slight pleasure.

Mu Ye clasped the back of his neck with one hand and pressed against his forehead: "Do you want more?"

Song Jianchu looked at the coquettish and beautiful eyes in the dark, and made a "hmm" by accident.

The second kiss landed on the bridge of his nose.

There is no sound, and the feeling of kissing the face is a bit different.

Song Jianchu felt the subtle difference carefully, and his brain became dizzy.He looked at the mole on the white collarbone of the man in front of him, and he felt a sense of beauty kissed by a beauty, and he felt a little bit of the joy of being a benefactor.

"Teacher Shang said, let me give you more fan benefits."

Song Jianchu's mind is still a little numb.

"……Um."

"The benefit that can only be given once is worth commemorating, do you want it?"

"……Um."

Song Jianchu looked up hesitantly: "Huh—?"

Before he had time to react, his lips were suddenly warm, and his soft lips pressed against him.

Song Jianchu held his breath and froze stiffly.

The hand that had been holding him was released for a moment, the fingers rubbed against his palm and separated, one by one interspersed with each other, and then slowly closed.

Too shocked, Song Jianchu forgot to close his eyes, he used his eyes to record all the process of these few seconds.

He stared blankly at Mu Ye leaning his head towards his lips, and his eyelashes trembled slightly when he closed his eyes.He watched Mu Ye slowly back away, slowly opened his eyes, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.

The curtains of the dormitory were not drawn tightly, and a bunch of white street lamps from the campus coolly shone in, which happened to fall on the side of Mu Ye's face, illuminating his slightly red ear tips.

The kissed lips are almost gorgeous in the night.

While Song Jianchu was still in a daze, Mu Ye wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

Song Jianchu: "..."

"First kiss benefits." Mu Ye smiled a little embarrassedly: "Limited to the sponsor."