Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Xiao Lang entered the class through the back door, everyone was busy with their own affairs in the evening self-study, few people noticed.

But Su Mianyang, who was at the same table, was different. As soon as he heard the sound of the bench next to him being pulled away, he raised his head from his arms.

Xiao Lang was taken aback by such a timely reaction, and he subconsciously looked at Su Mianyang.

"Where have you been?" Su Mianyang stared at Xiao Lang closely, fearing that Xiao Lang would disappear again if he didn't pay attention.

"I asked for leave to do some errands." Xiao Lang slightly shifted his gaze.

This answer was within Su Mianyang's expectation, Xiao Lang never liked to talk about the past, let alone the matter might be related to Liu Ming.

Su Mianyang stared sharply at the water marks on Xiao Lang's body. He moved faster than his brain and stretched out his hand to tug on Xiao Lang's sleeve. The fabric was still damp. He didn't know that it was freezing cold again without being heated by body temperature. to what extent.

So Su Mianyang said a little unhappy: "I don't know how to change clothes without an umbrella? I just have a fever and want to experience it again?"

Xiao Lang didn't know how to answer.

Su Mianyang didn't expect to get a reply from Xiao Lang either. After saying this, he unzipped the jacket on his body.

"At the same table," a discerning person could tell Su Mianyang's intentions at a glance, Xiao Lang stopped Su Mianyang's movements in time, "I don't need it."

Su Mianyang paused abruptly, and Xiao Lang spoke bluntly, so he could only pretend to be meaningless, suppressing his emotions and asking, "Then why didn't you reply?"

"The battery is dead." Xiao Lang answered truthfully.

In fact, Xiao Lang didn't look at his phone at all from last night until now, and he didn't even know that Su Mianyang had sent him a message.

Although he didn't do it on his own initiative, Xiao Lang felt very sorry for letting others wait for so long for no reason. He thought about it and said, "Sorry, I didn't know you sent the message."

Su Mianyang didn't ask any more questions. Xiao Lang's answer sounded rather perfunctory and unconvincing. Coupled with the embarrassing experiences the two had had these past few days, it was hard not to make him think too much.

Su Mianyang looked down at the books on the table, and slowly tightened his knuckles under the table.

Noticing that Su Mianyang's mood seemed a bit depressed, Xiao Lang originally wanted to say a few more words to make up for it, but considering that it was during class, he opened the exercise book quietly.

Neither of them had any intention of continuing the conversation, so naturally they had nothing to say. Su Mianyang was very irritable. When he thought of Xiao Lang's indifferent attitude, he felt that the seconds were like years, but when he looked at the book, his thoughts had already flown to a hundred thousand. Eight thousand miles away.

"I really can't take it anymore."

Left and right Xiao Lang didn't know how to swipe space, so Su Mianyang hung on his phone and sent this unclear meaning.

Thinking of Xiao Lang's nonchalant attitude, Su Mianyang felt as uncomfortable as eating an unripe carambola, his teeth were so sore, and the tip of his tongue was washed unconscious by the astringent taste. He seemed to have just done it after working hard for so long. The useless effort has never shaken Xiao Lang's inner thoughts at all.

"Brother Yang, it wasn't Brother Dao who was talking about you." Liu Xiaodao, who had been playing with his mobile phone in the front row, paid attention to Su Mianyang's spatial state in time.

"Losing weight is not something that can be achieved overnight. If we can't lose weight, let's just be obediently fat. Men need to be a little fatter to look honest and honest. Men are not fat, and women don't love them."

Su Mianyang was stunned for a moment, and looked down to see that the input method had changed the word "shou" in that article into the word "thin".

As a result, Su Mianyang's originally gloomy mood was further frosted, but he didn't bother to explain, "You're right, people should fall asleep when encountering difficulties, and go fucking hard and persevere."

It's really hard to like someone, but it's even harder to like someone who doesn't like you, you're asking for trouble.

Su Mianyang was depressed, and the light sticks above his head flashed and flashed in unison. Under the curious eyes of the whole class, the rows of lights in the classroom all went out for no reason, and the students in the class rang out "Huh?" voice of doubt.

The not-so-rich space was full of whispers at first, and then it quieted down a little after Jiang Yu yelled "Don't mess up", and then the singing from the corner rekindled the atmosphere, and the whole class was on the verge of rioting.

Jiang Yu didn't bother anymore, and ordered the names of two class committee members to go out to buy candles. The departure of the class leader on duty announced the complete lifting of the ban on the class. For a while, a group of demons danced wildly, there were singing and cheering in the class, and some people took advantage of the chaos. Shouting "Qian Haitang, I love you!" pushed the atmosphere to the extreme.

Su Mianyang thought it was funny when he heard the confession, he couldn’t see people clearly in the dark, even if the voice was recognizable, but as long as the person being confessed insisted that he couldn’t recognize the person who confessed to him, it would be meaningless to say it like this .

Or maybe the person who confesses just wants this effect, to speak out the feelings buried in his heart under the cover of night.

Su Mianyang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bold idea, since other people can take advantage of the power outage to do things that they usually dare not do, why can't he?

His heart rate gradually exceeded the normal range because of this cognition.

The moment before the classroom was dark, Xiao Lang was still writing English reading. Unlike the other students who were extremely excited because of the power outage, he was stunned for a while, until his eardrums hurt from the noise, and then he picked up the paper on the table in the dark Pen.

In this kind of situation where you can't see your fingers, you still have to pack your things first, otherwise you may find two papers dropped on the ground when you call.

Xiao Lang's movements suddenly stopped.

The eyes were suddenly covered by something thicker than the night, Xiao Lang was so startled that his breath became stagnant, and he subconsciously wanted to pull down the fog.

But just when he was about to make a move, the bad guy predicted his reaction, grabbed his hand before the clothes were torn off, and skillfully slid his knuckles between his fingers to interlock with his.

Xiao Lang didn't move anymore.

He knew who this person was covering him in the dark night, the citrus smell on the clothes immediately exposed its owner, Xiao Lang just didn't want to understand Su Mianyang's intention.

Xiao Lang had all sorts of ways to attract the attention of others, and let the black hand behind the scenes taste the consequences of acting hastily, but when he felt the trembling force of Su Mianyang's hand tightening, Xiao Lang still didn't do anything.

Su Mianyang was approaching, and when the increasingly heavy breathing fell on his ears, Xiao Lang heard Su Mianyang whisper: "You don't need what you said...Is it the clothes...or me?"

This simple sentence seemed to have drained all of Su Mianyang's strength, he was about to go crazy with jealousy, he paused several times in a row, and he was almost hoarse before speaking the sentence completely.

Xiao Lang remained silent, he really didn't know how to answer Su Mianyang's question.

Xiao Lang didn't think too much when he said the words of refusal, he just thought that Su Mianyang would catch a cold if he took off his clothes, and although his clothes were wet on the outside, the inside was not drenched, so it was unnecessary.

The strength in Su Mianyang's hand tightened and tightened, until Xiao Lang couldn't help frowning, he finally let go of his hand.

Xiao Lang didn't say anything. After getting rid of the shackles, the first thing he wanted to do was to lift off the clothes covering his head, but he just lifted up a corner of the clothes, and before he had time to take a breath of fresh air, he was caught The man kissed his lips lightly.

Xiao Lang never imagined that Su Mianyang could do such an outrageous thing. The unfamiliar hot and humid touch on his lips made his senses numb like an electric shock. His brain went blank, and he couldn't make any reaction except to bear the kiss in a daze. .

Su Mianyang's hand reached into the clothes covering Xiao Lang's head, skipped over his waist, climbed up along his spine, stayed on the protruding bone at the back of his neck for a long time, and finally laid it on the the back of his head.

Su Mianyang didn't give Xiao Lang time to react, and used his strength to deepen the kiss.

There are many people around, but they can't see them like this. The noisy night is beside them. When their lips overlap briefly, they are kissing like a couple.

The classroom was full of excitement, but Xiao Lang could hear Su Mianyang's heavy breathing, and when he tasted the tear that was sour and bitter, he didn't know whose heart was beating like a drum.

Just like during the power outage, the power switch came back to normal suddenly. When the lights in the classroom turned on, Su Mianyang still kissed Xiao Lang's lips lightly.

Xiao Lang was startled by the sudden light source, he made the quickest reaction, pushed Su Mianyang away with the clothes together.

This action was not small, and even the books fixed on Xiao Lang's desk with bookends were affected by Chi Yu, and a table of books were innocently swept to the ground.

Such a big movement naturally attracted a lot of attention.

At least from Zhang Haichao's point of view, Xiao Lang's expression is not good, and the mess on the table looks like a possibility.

"Damn it," Zhang Haichao was furious, "Who the hell is such a dog, beat up my daddy while the power was out of sight?"

Xiao Lang: "..."

And Su Mianyang naturally has nothing to say.

Xiao Lang didn't express anything special about this kiss, except for the overreaction when the light was turned on, he acted as if nothing had happened.

Su Mianyang wanted to get a more definite reply, but Xiao Lang had no choice but to be called out by Liu Juan before get out of class was over, so he had no choice but to give up, pack up his things and sit in the classroom waiting for someone to come back after class.

It was not too early for Xiao Lang to come back from the office. At this time, there were only two or three people left in the classroom. He wanted to take this opportunity to avoid Su Mianyang, but unexpectedly when he looked towards his seat, he saw Su Mianyang at a glance.

Xiao Lang stopped at the spot for a moment, and after a quick reaction, he turned around and wanted to leave.

"Xiao Lang, wait for me." Su Mianyang, who is always paying attention to the situation at the door of the classroom, can't let him go easily. Xiao Lang's attitude is not clear. If he doesn't strike while the iron is hot, he might return to his previous alienated appearance tomorrow. Su Mianyang can't stand this stimulation .

Xiao Lang had no choice but to wait for Su Mianyang to be with him.

The two of them walked side by side on the road, but they were both a little distracted. The teaching building and the dormitory were separated by a long distance, and they didn't say a word along the way.

Until finally they entered the dormitory. Seeing that they were about to enter the dormitory, it would be inconvenient to talk at that time. Su Mianyang decided to be a hero who broke the embarrassment.

He stood still suddenly, reached out and grabbed Xiao Lang's sleeve and said, "Let's talk."

The author has something to say:

I don’t know if you have noticed this little detail, the padded jacket covers the head, when Xiao Lang lifts the clothes from one corner, the movement is like a bride lifting the red hijab.

This is probably the romance of reading too much ancient literature, hahaha.