I really didn't seduce him

"I have objections!" Fang Yanwei pushed Lu Zhi's pile of books on the desk twice.

Lu Zhi calmly calculated the problem, and the wooden beads on his left wrist made a rustling sound as they rubbed against the draft paper.

"Say." Lu Zhi said.

Fang Yanwei lay on Lu Zhi's desk, resting his head on his arm to look at Lu Zhi.

"Why did you deduct nine points from me all of a sudden?"

He reached out and flicked the pencil held in Lu Zhi's hand, and the pencil drew a zigzag line in Lu Zhi's flamboyant calculations.

"Abuse of power, Xueba." He held the corner of his mouth.

The cold pencil touched his neck, pressing the zipper of his school uniform all the way down, revealing the gray short-sleeved shirt inside, and stopped at his chest.

All his provocative actions seemed to be paused for a moment.

"School uniform." He heard Lu Zhi's plain voice say, "Only wearing a jacket."

The pencil landed on his fingertips resting on the desk again, and tapped: "The nails have grown, and they scratched the student on duty."

Fang Yanwei: "..."

Grass.

"Any objections?" Lu Zhi asked.

"Let me ask you, is he really infallible?" Fang Yanwei turned his head and asked He Suisui next to him.

"He is the first in the grade, a moral model, let alone making mistakes, people don't even have the idea of ​​making mistakes." He Suisui said admiringly.

Fang Yanwei thought about Lu Zhi's indifferent face, and said, "I want to see him violate the school rules."

"Miaojiang people, you don't know anything about us Xueba." He Suisui said.

Fang Yanwei leaned back on the desk regretfully, behind him was the rustling sound of Lu Zhi writing.

After school in the afternoon, he received a call from his own mother, Fang Jiami.

"How is the experience of the new school?" Fang Jiami asked, "Lu Zhi, is he a good friend?"

Fang Yanwei: "Oh."

The friends gifted by fate have already marked the price in secret.

It took only one day for the nine points to be deducted, and the whole grade knew about him.

"Get along well with Lu Zhi." Fang Jiami said, "I know your temperament, don't bully Lu Zhi."

"En." Fang Yanwei responded lazily and perfunctorily.

He was on the phone, not paying attention to the direction, and now he raised his eyes to look around, only to find that he had arrived at the place near the small pavilion behind the teaching building.

When he checked in in the morning, he marked it as a good place to smoke.

He hung up Fang Jiami's phone, sat on the stone bench, and took out the box of Yuxi he bought yesterday from his school uniform pocket.

He tore off the plastic film, opened the cigarette case, counted the quantity, took out one, and put it in the palm of his hand.

What does it smell like?

He lowered his head and smelled the shredded tobacco. He felt a little choked, and coughed a few times.

Not very nice.

How did you draw this thing?What are the steps?Is it available online?

"Do you want a lighter?" A voice came from the side.

"Brother, here is one." It turned out that he forgot to buy this.

This is to send warmth.

The corner of the dark blue school uniform disappeared into his peripheral vision, Lu Zhi stood in front of him, and stretched out his hand to him: "Bring it here."

Fang Yanwei: "..."

This is not sending warmth, but sending him away.

In normal times, if someone provoked like this repeatedly, Fang Yanwei would have beaten him up long ago.

But Lu Zhi couldn't do it, he slept in Lu Zhi's bed and didn't tell anyone.

"Excellent student." He handed out the cigarette case, stretched out his hand and flicked lightly on the string of wooden beads on Lu Zhi's left wrist, "Shall I teach you how to smoke?"

Lu Zhi stopped his hand in mid-air and pushed his hand away.

Fang Yanwei lowered his head, and saw Lu Zhi holding a pack of cigarettes on his slender fingers.

The top student's hand is used to hold the pen, and Fang Yan feels a bit out of place while holding the cigarette case.

The tools for committing the crime were confiscated, Fang Yanwei turned and left without saying a word.

Lu Zhi looked at the direction he left, and temporarily put the cigarettes in his pocket.

Fang Yanwei was going to run away from evening self-study, and Lin and Song made an appointment with Wuhei. He went back to Lu Zhi's room, threw his homework on the table, and started the mobile game.

"Fang Daji." Lin and Song's voices came from the earphones, "How many days will it take to become a celebrity on campus?"

Fang Yanwei: "..."

Thanks to Luzhi, he is already on the list.

"Don't yell at me, stop talking nonsense." He said, "Hurry up and drive."

In the bar near the sea, the sound of the drum set was restless, and a few social men with exaggerated hair colors were smoking around the bar, with a few glasses of newly mixed wine in front of them.

Huang Mao was arguing fiercely with someone, when he saw a person coming in from the door, he raised his hand and shouted: "Brother Zhi!"

The social buddies at the bar moved consciously and gave up a seat.

Lu Zhi put his school uniform on the booth, threw his schoolbag aside, and put his long legs on the high stool. The bartender put a glass of wine in front of him.

"Brother Zhi." Huang Mao leaned over, "Do you still want the sugar cane from yesterday? I'll bring you a bundle?"

"Not interested." Lu Zhi said.

"Who was that yesterday." Huang Mao said, "Brother Zhi, why did you just pull away and leave? I didn't even dare to chase after him."

Lu Zhi didn't speak.

He changed the card for his phone, which showed a stream of new messages.

[Mom]: My friend's child is going to stay at our house, and I will let him live in your room first.

[Mom]: Don't live on campus, you two go to school together.

[Mom]: Oh, by the way, grandpa and grandma want to see you recently, don't let them down.

Lu Zhi turned off the phone screen, moved his fingertips in his pocket, and caught a cigarette case.

He deftly pushed open the cigarette case, lit the cigarette with the lighter in his pocket, and took a deep breath. The smell of tobacco slowly diffused, soothing his emotions.

Not familiar with.

He frowned slightly, and took out the cigarette case from his pocket——

Unfamiliar words.

Not his.

This is... Fang Yan's only.

He got it wrong.

He thought of the hidden grove, and the young man who stood in it and lowered his head to gently smell the smell of shredded tobacco.

So arrogant, ostentatious as if doing all kinds of evil, so you don't know how to smoke?

"Brother Zhi?" Huang Mao asked from the side, "Are you in a good mood?"

"No." Lu Zhi said.

"Are you going to work next week?" Huang Mao took the opportunity to flatter him and said, "A sophomore in high school transferred a girl over there, she is very upright, and I really want to meet you, Brother Zhi."

The cigarette in Lu Zhi's hand was burning quietly: "I'm not interested."

Fang Yanwei's game didn't take long before he was interrupted by a phone call.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"I sent your things and the dog's things separately." His father's voice was on the other side of the phone, "The address your mother gave you must have arrived. Remember to collect it. You all have a good time."

"Understood." He hung up the phone.

His character stayed in place for a while, the game had already been lost.

"Stop the fight, I'm going to take a shower." He lost all interest suddenly and replied Lin and Song's message.

He went downstairs, found his express box in front of the courtyard gate, carried it upstairs, and planned to take a shower before unpacking it.

There were guests at home, Lu Zhi didn't go back to the dormitory after he came out of the bar, he went back to his home directly.

The light in the living room was on, and he opened the refrigerator door, looking for a bottle of juice.

Lu Zhi: "."

Lu Zhi: "?"

He saw a refrigerator full of wild mushrooms, big and small, of various varieties.

His eyelids twitched.

He went up to the second floor and wanted to go into the bathroom to wash his face and wake up. He pushed open the door, and the bathroom light was on. Down.

The boy stepped barefoot on the black tiles in the bathroom, his school uniform trousers were draped over the edge of the pool, and the edges of his black underwear were draped crookedly around his waist, slightly revealing the curvature of his waist.

Fang Yanwei: "..."

Fang Yanwei: "...?"

Lu Zhi slammed the door shut.

Fang Yanwei thought that Lu Zhi would not come back tonight.

After all, Lu Zhi never responded to his friend request.

He has made troubles for Lu Zhi a lot today, and Lu Zhi has also made trouble for him. It is a bit embarrassing for the two to meet under such circumstances.

He turned on the water flow very loudly, the whole bathroom was filled with the sound of rushing water, and the mist was steaming, staining his cheeks with a reddish layer.

He wiped off the water on his body, only to find that the pajamas he had taken in advance had fallen on the floor, half soaked in water.

Not easy to do.

Lu Zhi is a civilized person, a scholar who speaks in a gentle manner, if he goes out for a walk with his bare buttocks, he might be said to be indecent.

So he opened the bathroom door a tiny crack.

"Straight A student."

silent.

"Lu Zhi."

silent.

"Brother Zhi?"

"What's the matter?" A shadow appeared outside the bathroom door.

"Do me a favor." Fang Yanwei said, "I'll put the cardboard box by the door of your bathroom. You open it and bring me a suitable one from inside. My pajamas fell on the floor."

There should be all his usual clothes in the box, so finding a pajamas is no problem.

Lu Zhi didn't speak, he should have gone.

Fang Yanwei waited for 5 minutes, but did not wait for the next article.

"Can you hurry up?" Fang Yanwei asked.

So simple, can't help?

Lu Zhi stared at the kennel, dog food, and dog toys in the box, glanced at the bathroom door, and said nothing.

"Is it that difficult?" Fang Yanwei opened the door and planned to go out, "Are you going to do anything else besides studying?"

"It's quite difficult, I think this is the only one that can be used." Lu Zhi's cold and serious voice came from outside the door, with a few dog collars hooked on his hands, "Why don't you choose one yourself?"