The school bully pretends to be high-cold

Three kittens nestled in Jiang Wensong's arms, meowing and whimpering, the colors were black, black flowers on a white background, and white.

Li Yifan saw it and said with a smile: "Hey, did you run out of ink?"

A few people around followed the music, and after the music, they began to worry about the cat, not knowing what to do next.

"It's too small, will it die?" Wang Zehao rubbed the chin of one of the kittens with black flowers on a white background with his index knuckles.

Yang Shuhuan punched him after hearing this, "Can you say something good?"

"Originally, I didn't even open my eyes." Wang Zehao muttered, then turned to look at Gu Chen, "Brother Chen, what are you going to do with this cat, leave it to the teacher?"

Gu Chen was in deep thought, but when he heard this, he raised his eyes and looked at him with an expression of 'are you serious'.

"Why don't you ask the cat mother to return the kitten to it?" Seeing such a small cat for the first time, Xu Youluo wanted to touch it with his hand curiously, but before he touched the kitten, he began to howl, but he had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

Not only the white tiger, but also other constellations are not loved by animals.

Proper animal insulation.

"The feasibility is very low." Xu Youqing looked at the state of the kitten and said: "Nine out of ten mother cats are stray cats, and they have a meal every time. What if I can't feed these little ones?"

"Send it to the animal rescue station?" Xiang Yu suggested.

"Let me raise one." Jiang Wensong has been silent since just now, staring at the cat in his arms and suddenly said, "There used to be an orange cat in my family, but it died of old age. My grandma has experience in raising cats and likes it too." Cats can be raised."

"Success." Gu Chen nodded, and then asked several people present, "Is there anyone else who can be raised at home?"

Xu Youqing shook his head, "The hired auntie took a leave of absence and came back after a year. Now it's me and Xiaoluo at home."

"I want to raise it, and it happens that my mother is at home recently." Wang Zehao said with a sigh, "But my father is allergic to cat fur, so it will definitely not work."

"My mother probably doesn't allow it." Li Yifan curled his lips and said, "I used to say that I wanted to raise a husky, but my mother said that if I can't even support myself, then don't even think about raising a dog."

Yang Shuhuan hesitated for a long time and made up his mind, "I'll raise one too, I like cats a lot."

Wang Zehao asked him: "My mother Liu allows?"

"Should, allow it." Yang Shuhuan was not sure, he had never raised small animals at home, he often saw videos of cats and dogs on the Internet, and he was moved, but he had never mentioned it before, "Take it home first and then talk about it."

"That's fine." Seeing this, Gu Chen said, "I'll raise one, and my parents are always at home, and they don't object to me raising animals."

He looked at Yang Shuhuan again and said, "If Aunt Liu doesn't want to be adopted, you can send her to my house."

Jiang Wensong chose the black tabby cat with a white background, Gu Chen asked Yang Shuhuan to choose first, and Yang Shuhuan chose the kitten with the most ink without hesitation.

Dark and dark, the kind you can't find under the sofa.

Gu Chen confirmed again and again, and asked him: "Are you sure you don't want this white one?"

Yang Shuhuan was wearing a black down jacket, holding the black cub in his arms, stretched out his index finger and said, "White is too ordinary."

The three kittens were temporarily placed in the activity room of the drama club. Jiang Wensong took a cardboard box for props, and spread the leftover sponge and fabric for the props. They decided to wait for the remaining two sessions. After class, take the cat to the pet hospital for an examination.

"At the same table, what name do you want to name the little white cat?" Gu Chen leaned over and whispered.

Xiang Yu was watching the problem-solving process written on the blackboard by the math teacher on the podium, checked the steps in the draft book, thought for a moment, and said, "Xiaobai?"

"It's a name collision." Gu Chen said: "The dog in Uncle Sun's house on the first floor of our building is called this. What if one day he walks the dog and I walk the cat, what should I do?"

Xiang Yu was puzzled when he heard it, wondering if the cat still needs to be walked?

"then you?"

"It's called Yuzai. Cats like to eat fish. It's a good name."

"So you've made up your mind and asked me—" Xiang Yu reached under the desk and slapped the other's hand on his lap, then glared at Gu Chen, "Can you be more serious?"

"Ah?" Gu Chen was a little confused, and frowned slightly after he realized the reaction, "I'm not playing a hooligan, I touched the thickness of your trousers, why don't you wear long johns in such a cold day?"

Here it is again, since the temperature in Lidong has dropped below zero, I have been asked questions about long johns by the other party every day. Xiang Yu doesn't like long johns.

"I'm not cold." Xiang Yu sighed, fearing that the other party would not believe him, he emphasized again, "It's really not cold."

"Your fingertips are so cold even if it's not cold?" Gu Chen held the other's hand that was placed under the table, wrapping his palm around the other's fingertips.

The two of them pressed their hands low enough, and the seats in the classroom were packed close enough that they were not afraid of being seen.

Xiang Yu didn't take out his hand, and let the other party warm his hands, saying: "Physical problem."

"That's cold, too."

"..." Xiang Yu couldn't help but asked, "Are you wearing long johns?"

"Put it on." Gu Chen said and put the opponent's hand on his thigh, and said with a smile: "If you don't believe me, touch it?"

"...Don't touch." Xiang Yu withdrew his hand and gave him a blank look.

"..." Yang Shuhuan straightened up silently, put the pen on the table, put his head in his hands, stared at the math problem in front of him, and began to doubt his life.

"If you can't do it, let's not do it. A twisted melon is not sweet." Wang Zehao took advantage of the height of the book on the table to block him, secretly playing the game behind him, caught a glimpse of the other party looking at the problem and closed his head and persuaded: "It's not good for the brain." good."

"You know shit."

"All right, all right, I don't understand." Wang Zehao muttered while playing games: "Mathematics doesn't understand me, I don't understand mathematics..."

Yang Shuhuan listened to Wang Zehao make up rhetoric, thinking whether to tell him what he saw when he picked up a pen under the table just now.

But then I thought about it carefully, what if the hands of these two people accidentally touched each other?What if Brother Yu put his hand on Brother Chen's crotch to compare his size... Nonsense, the probability of his brother Yu hitting Brother Chen is even greater than this.

Yang Shuhuan himself persuaded himself that it was useless at all, and looked sadly at Wang Zehao who was playing games next to him. Seeing that the other party was fascinated and happy playing games, he thought that I could not bear this kind of pain alone, so he took the scene he just saw. Describe it to Wang Zehao.

"Ah? Did you see the wrong place?" Wang Zehao was confused. Although he usually joked that his brother Chen and Yu were gay, he firmly believed that these two were straight men.

When he said this, Yang Shuhuan himself became unsure, "Maybe?" But thinking about it carefully, the hand on the crotch might be misplaced, isn't holding hands right?

That was a real pull.

You can't say you're warming your hands, can you?

Maybe, anything is possible for him, Brother Chen.

With a dubious attitude, Yang Shuhuan planned to give it a try. He stretched out his hand and poked Gu Chen's back. Waiting for him to turn around, he said, "Brother Chen, my hands are cold..."

Yang Shuhuan said these words reluctantly, always felt that it was strange, he stammered the last half of the sentence for a long time before saying it.

"...Will you warm me up?"

Gu Chen raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

After Xiang Yu heard what the other party said, he turned his head suddenly, his face full of disbelief.

Gu Chen said: "Why warm, put your hands in your pockets when you're cold."

[The author has something to say: Xiang Yu: I, refuse, long johns. 】