I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

The perennial sensitivity of acting made Nan Yirong feel the movement above his head. He continued to hold the pen and write while maintaining an upright sitting posture, but the expression on his face suddenly turned cold.

At this moment, he was sure: he was not Zhang Youcheng's first obsessive object.

Zhang Youcheng's small movements are secretive and not deliberate, they are definitely tempered after a lot of tempering. Generally, people who are attracted to sex will not behave so naturally.

Realizing this, Nan Yirong tightened the pen in his hand.

Because according to this logic, the students who were taught by Zhang Youcheng before are likely to...

"Yi Rong, what's wrong?"

Zhang Youcheng came back to his senses from the dream, and sensitively noticed Nan Yirong's emotional fluctuations. He was very experienced, and immediately took a step back calmly, and asked softly, "Did you encounter difficulties in doing the questions?"

"No." Nan Yirong's horrified thoughts came back instantly, he calmly pressed the draft paper at hand, and said nonsense: "I suddenly thought of a friend, and my mind was distracted."

"Could it be a girlfriend?" Zhang Youcheng smiled, "You're about to start your third year of high school, you still have to concentrate on your studies, and it won't be too late to talk about falling in love until you reach university."

Nan Yirong put down his pen, slid back the sliding chair, looked up at the man in front of him with a look of interest, "Does Teacher Zhang have a girlfriend now?"

Zhang Youcheng smiled and shook his head, "Why do you children care about this kind of problem?"

"Mr. Zhang, do you have any?" Nan Yirong asked.

"It's been there." Zhang Youcheng smiled, his eyes suddenly went blank, and he said with some regret: "It's a pity that they don't want to go down with me."

"Teacher Zhang has had many girlfriends?" Nan Yirong stared at his face.

"Ah..." Zhang Youcheng came back to his senses suddenly, and shook his head helplessly, "Okay, boys, don't gossip like this, just keep doing the questions."

Nan Yirong slowly looked away from his face, put his feet up, pulled his body back to the table, and lowered his head to solve the problem.

For the next period of time, Zhang Youcheng did not do anything else, and the two lived in peace.

It wasn't until the afternoon when he was practicing the topic that Nan Yirong felt the disgust of being surrounded by poisonous snakes again.

Zhang Youcheng stood next to him, obviously looking at his steps to solve the problem, but secretly looked him up and down wantonly, reaching out his hand from time to time to touch Nan Yirong, but Nan Yirong gently avoided him every time. open.

Zhang Youcheng could see but couldn't touch, and his heart felt like being scratched by a thousand cats, itching badly.

He told himself to be patient, and to cast a long line to catch big fish, but the boy in front of him was just a sitting back, and a faint fragrance that seemed to be there made him burn all over and feel extremely thirsty.

His breathing gradually became rapid, but he didn't dare to make any noise, he could only breathe in and out with his mouth wide open silently like a stranded fish.

This is the first time he has lost his composure. He has been close to the goal before, and his performance is easy.There were even two times, under his careful layout, the target took the initiative to step into the beautiful dream he woven, and fell into the sinking together with him.

When he learned that the object of counseling was Nan Rongchang's son, he refused, because he knew that he couldn't hide his desire, and if something happened to his son, Nan Rongchang would not let him go.

But later he saw Nan Yirong's photo inadvertently. In the photo, the cool demeanor and handsome face of the boy hit Zhang Youcheng's heart. He felt that he was in love.

He took over the task of home tutoring this time, and he did not hesitate to cancel the original make-up lesson plan, and crossed a few carefully selected boys from his schedule.

He gave up a forest for Nan Yirong, what did he get in exchange?For a whole morning and half an afternoon, he didn't even touch Nan Yirong's hand!

Looking at the straight back of the boy, Zhang Youcheng was annoyed and his eyes became more and more salivating. He wished that his eyes had a see-through function, so that he could see the slender and alluring body inside the boy's clothes.

The skin hidden under the clothes must be white and smooth, like crystal clear white jade, and it must be very comfortable to touch... Zhang Youcheng was imagining things, and the halazi surged up from the coating of his tongue uncontrollably.

Zhang Youcheng's thoughts gradually drifted away, his whole body wanted to live and die, and his face gradually flushed.

Nan Yirong raised his head after finishing the test and saw him like this. The disgust in his heart flooded like a tide. He let out a breath, held back his temper, pressed it without saying a word, and shouted: "Mr. Zhang, I finished the test." "He has no real evidence in his hand, and now he has turned against Zhang Youcheng, and he is easy to be beaten.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Youcheng suddenly came back to his senses, his face was flushed, and facing Nan Yirong's suspicious eyes, he avoided his sight guiltily, coughed lightly, lowered his head, and said "OK" , pick up his subject.

"Here," Zhang Youcheng waited for the body reaction to calm down, then knelt down beside Nan Yirong, pointing out the mistakes, "Look carefully at the description of the function y1 in the question stem, your drawing is wrong, the coordinate points of the parabola are not drawn correctly .”

Nan Yirong glanced at it, and it turned out that he had made a mistake.He responded, wanting to take the draft paper back from Zhang Youcheng's hand, Zhang Youcheng took the opportunity to press his hand, his movement was very fast, he pressed it and then let go.With a smile on his face, "Your drawing is not accurate every time, the teacher will draw it again for you to see." He lowered his head, and the pen redraws the XY axis.

Obviously, he only needs to hold down the paper to stop his movements, but if he insists on touching his hand, Nan Yirong's eyes flashed with anger.

"Okay, come and see." Zhang Youcheng didn't notice his expression, he smiled and raised his head to beckon him to look over after finishing the drawing.

Nan Yirong hid her exposed emotions and looked up at the draft paper.

"How can you see clearly like that, come over a little bit, the teacher doesn't eat people." Seeing that he was still sitting there, Zhang Youcheng smiled and urged him to come closer.This posture can logically shorten the distance between the two of them, so close that they can almost touch their faces.

Under his gaze, Nan Yirong approached slowly.

The smile on Zhang Youcheng's lips grew bigger and bigger, this is a reasonable contact, even Nan Yirong's parents can't find fault here.

The distance between the two was finally within reach. Zhang Youcheng was distracted for a while, and was about to pretend to inadvertently raise his hand to touch the boy's face, but the boy beside him slid the chair under him, stood up and said, "Zhang Youcheng Teacher, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Okay." Zhang Youcheng covered the disappointment in his eyes, and stood up straight with a smile.

Nan Yirong turned around and directly lowered his face, and when he was in the same room with Zhang Youcheng, he was afraid that he would do something.

After returning from the bathroom, Nan Yirong adjusted his state, and Zhang Youcheng seemed to have calmed down his desire, and returned to the polite and polite appearance in the morning.

The next three hours were uneventful, and when it was time to get off work, Zhang Youcheng left a test paper, packed his briefcase and left.

Nan Yirong stayed in the study, leaned back on the chair and let out a deep breath.

I am too tired, especially my heart. Not only do I have to use my brain to solve the questions, but I also have to be wary of the wretched old man who likes to take money.

Nan Yirong withered, and even locked the door at night and made a video call with Ran Yuanxing, but he didn't recover.

He slammed his chin on the table, staring at the screen with his eyes open, looking pitiful.

It was the first time Ran Yuanxing saw him like this, so he softened his voice, "Are you tired?"

"Yeah." Nan Yirong responded sullenly.

Ran Yuanxing touched his face distressedly across the screen, "Study still needs to pay attention to the balance between work and rest, why don't you give feedback to your uncles and aunts and shorten the duration of make-up classes?"

Nan Yirong didn't respond, and looked at him with a pair of eyes. Suddenly, an impulse surged up in his heart, and he blurted out: "I want to see you."

Ran Yuanxing was taken aback, this was the first time Nan Yirong expressed his miss for him unabashedly, as if there was a trickle flowing in his heart, softening the whole heart, Ran Yuanxing smiled, nodded without hesitation: " good."

What Nan Yirong said just now was completely impulsive. Now that he really nodded in agreement, knowing that he had coaxed himself like a child, he couldn't help but feel ashamed and glared at him.

He didn't know why, every time he was with Ran Yuanxing, he felt pampered, it was too shameful.

After this episode, Nan Yirong was much more energetic, and the two chatted a few more words. Ran Yuanxing seemed to have something to do, so he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Nan Yirong looked at the chat page, feeling a little reluctant.

Every time we made a WeChat video before, the call would get hot. This time the call lasted less than 10 minutes, but Ran Yuanxing was busy, so he was not sensible enough to drag him.

It was still early, less than 22:00, Nan Yifu got on his phone, took his clothes and was about to take a shower, when the phone on the quilt suddenly turned on.

Nan Yirong thought it was Ran Yuanxing calling back, and happily went back to pick up the phone, only to find out that it was Zhang Youcheng who sent the message.Nan Yirong put it down in a dispirited manner, and went directly to take a shower.

After drying her hair, Nan Yirong turned on her phone to browse Zhang Youcheng's information.

The first message on the dialog was withdrawn, followed by two sentences:

[I sent it wrong by hand, I was going to send it to a friend. 】

[If you haven't seen it, go to bed early and remember to finish your homework. 】

When fishing came, Nan Yirong smiled disdainfully. This method is really not clever, but I have to admit that it is effective.

Nan Yirong thought for a while, and replied with a hmm.

Not only did Zhang Youcheng want to fish, he also wanted to tear off the disguise of this wretched man, to see if he could catch any clues in the WeChat chat.

It's a pity that although Zhang Youcheng replied in seconds, what he said did not cross the line at all. After a few words, he urged him to sleep and rest.

Nan Yirong lazily responded with an emoji and exited the chat box with him.

Turning off the light, lying on the bed and browsing Weibo for a while, Nan Yirong was a little sleepy, before he took a picture of the night light, he picked up his mobile phone and sent Ran Yuanxing a good night.

Ten minutes passed before the boy replied, Nan Yirong threw the phone angrily, slapped the night light, pulled the quilt and closed his eyes, losing his temper in his heart.

What is more important than a video with him?The video hasn't been played for long, and now I don't even reply good night in seconds!

The more Nan Yirong thought about it, the more angry she was, she lifted the quilt and sat up. Just as she touched the phone, she suddenly heard a series of knocks on the window.