Little Green Pepper【Non-serious entertainment circle】

The next day, four people in the dormitory entered the classroom with panda eyes, and the reason was—the third child, really, too, can, cry...

Unexpectedly, Feng Ting, who has such a strong self-esteem, still has such a "soft heart" in his heart.

Zhang Linlin turned her head and looked at his dark circles, "Yan'an, you don't know how to play games at night, do you?"

Yan'an yawned, "Where is the time to play games now?"

I am too busy every day, not only to study, but also to fall in love, to practice reciting, to ignore Qiao Yuqi's wolf-like eyes, and finally to accept the sins I have done by myself.

What?

Of course, to appease the third child.

I was really sleepy today. I was dazed for a while during the self-study class. After a doze, Yanan opened his eyes. He couldn’t even remember when the two big characters of Bach were written in the exercise book, just like drawing symbols.

Yan'an turned his head, feeling that no one had noticed, crumpled up the straw paper and threw it into a trash bag.

After class was over, Yan'an put down his pen, blew on the paper full of numbers, turned his head, and called the second and fourth children, "Eat!"

After leaving the classroom door, Yan'an looked at Feng Ting, remembering the awkward look on his face just now.This time, it is probably one of the few people who have all the dormitories.

As soon as he went downstairs, Yan'an saw Bach, who stood out from the crowd, standing at the entrance of the opposite passage.

The little sleepy bug in Yan'an flew away in an instant, and just jumped a few times when he suddenly remembered how many people were behind.

There was a smile on his face, and he kept walking, but his voice couldn't lie, "Bach!"

The second child and the fourth child looked at each other, when did they get along so well.

This was the first time that Bach and Yan'an met openly in the past few days. Bach took out a large plastic bag from behind his back, which smelled like barbecue.

Yan'an smelled the smell and was about to cry. Before the dormitory people could react, he tore open the plastic bag and took out a bunch of chicken wings. Not satisfying, he took two bunches of lamb kidneys.

"Fuck...boss, you are really mean." Song Zhenxin looked at Yan'an with contempt.

Bach handed the plastic bag to Song Zhenxin, "There are yours."

With chicken wings in his mouth, Yan'an looked at the barbecue that was taken away, took a few more skewers and said, "The rest belong to the three of you."

Feng Ting had a look of incredulity and a little embarrassment. In fact, Feng Ting himself didn't know why he had dinner with them today.Obviously, last night was embarrassing enough.

Yan'an gave Bach two skewers, and the five went to the restaurant.

The two deliberately walked behind them, Yan'an turned his face sideways, "Tell me, is the inspection coming?"

"Seeing that you are obedient, I will send you a small red flower." Bach looked at the barbecue.

Bring some barbecue to Yan'an to satisfy your hunger.

Yan'an couldn't help but want to ask Bach if he needed money, but it was not good to say it too directly.

Those few people didn't know if they found Bach again, Yan'an asked politely, "Have you been paid?"

Bach was stunned, and suddenly understood what he meant, "It won't be a problem to show you around again."

"Don't worry about me, those people never came to look for me again."

It stands to reason that they will not give up so easily.On this point, Bach is also rather strange.

After dinner, Yan'an and Bach went to the fountain, where they sat on an antique bench.

As soon as he sat here, Yan'an felt drowsy. He looked around and saw that no one was there, but in this weather, everyone should go back to sleep, so Yan'an boldly tilted his head and leaned on Bach's shoulder, holding his arm.

In this hot weather, it is warm.Bach put his hand on Yan'an's leg, "So sleepy?"

Yan'an closed his eyes, and felt Bach's deep voice from his chest.Some replied softly, "Yeah."

"Last night... listen to your words. Feng Ting cried until the early morning, and kept holding us talking, not allowing us to sleep." After speaking, Yan'an raised his upper eyelids and looked at Bach's chin with some sorrow.

Bach recalled that scene and couldn't help laughing.

Yan'an leaned on his shoulder, and the laughter came over, rumbling, shaking him a little bit so that he couldn't sleep.

Bach lowered his head and hugged Yan'an's body, and then kissed his hair, which felt really prickly, "Sleep, I'll call you later."

Yan'an was so sleepy, his upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and he couldn't remember what Bach said.

……

He only felt his right cheek being pinched by something, Yan'an opened his eyes, frowning and staring at the person pinching him.

"It's time for class," Bach said.

Yan'an slapped his head and missed the opportunity to be intimate with Bach.

So he drooped his head, put his hands around Bach's waist, and rubbed his head against his chest, but Bach slapped him on his forehead, "itch."

Yan'an heard Bach's hoarse voice, smiled evilly and bit his chest.

"Hiss." Bach was so excited by the bite that he was almost sweating, gasping for breath, blood pouring down, always wanting to do something.

Seeing that he couldn't push away the mangy dog ​​like sticky candy, Bach twisted his ear with his right hand, "Go to class."

Yan'an raised his head triumphantly, without any sleepiness in his eyes, "Aren't you going to change soon?"

"I can give you a little more stone."

……

Bach has to say that he was a bit of a rock-shifting trend, but now he's softening his smile.Looking at Yan'an's incomparably thick skin, regardless of whether he was naive or not, he directly pinched his face with both hands.

"Bach, why are you so cute, why are you blushing every day?" Yan'an's pinched expression was a little distorted.

Seeing that Yan'an sat up straight, Bach let go of his hand, and seeing Yan'an's cheeks flushed red from being pinched by him, he couldn't help but feel distressed, and felt that he deserved it.

Seeing that Bach's ears were red, but his face was expressionless, Yan'an approached Bach's ear and said softly, "Do you want to come here when you have time, so that our love will have a qualitative sublimation?"

……

After Yan'an finished speaking, he saw Bach's darkened expression, and hurriedly withdrew, "I have gone to class, send me a WeChat message when I get home."

Bach leaned helplessly on the bench and raised his head. Such a boyfriend is really terrible.

Back home, Bach always felt that he was still very angry, and the expression of Yan'an just now appeared uncontrollably in his mind.

Sexy, explicit, smug.

Bitten wet, with teasing eyes...

Hold.

Bach couldn't bear it, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

******

Friday was coming soon, Yan'an opened the back door and looked at the crowd of people sitting there, sticking his head out for a long time.

Yan'an took advantage of its small authority to arrange their dormitory at the front, and the place reserved for Bach is still vacant.

Bach should have received the news, he won't be discovered by climbing over the wall...

Yan'an turned back to the backstage and saw several contestants next to him still reading their manuscripts, so he sat on a chair and called him.

The phone didn't work, Yan'an was upset, and had the urge to stop acting.

Just as he was about to make another phone call, the left side of his face was chilled by the icy touch.

Yan'an lowered his eyes, turned his head impatiently, and was about to start cursing, when he saw Bach standing here holding an ice-cola, his expression didn't change from surprise to the point of surprise, and he still looked like he was hanging.

"How did you get in?" Yan'an took the Coke handed over by Bach.

"The door is open," said Bach, sitting in the swivel chair.

Seeing that Yan'an was about to open the Coke, he quickly covered it and said, "Drink after the match, it's too cold now."

There are a total of ten people participating in the recitation competition this time, and Yan arranges No.8.

Bach looked around and saw that other people were holding manuscripts or small slips of paper, only Yan'an didn't take anything.

"I'd better go find the people in your dormitory." Influencing Yan'an here, seeing other people watching nervously, Bach became nervous.

"No, you stay with me before the first person goes on stage." Yan'an turned on the mobile phone, paddled the ground with his foot, and swiveled the chair to Bach's side.

Yan'an put the mobile phone between the two of them and held it up, quietly reading the work he wrote.

Yan'an's voice is clear and distinctive, which makes people feel warm and reassured. This may also be the reason why Bach fell asleep after listening to his audio.

The host is a senior in high school, and the partner is Qiao Yuqi.

The two had already changed their clothes and went backstage, ready to go on stage.

Qiao Yuqi saw Bach as soon as he entered the door, and the two of them looked at the phone intimately. He couldn't help but walked over and patted Bach on the shoulder, trying to control his expression and smile, "Brother He, are you here to cheer for Yan'an?"

Bach nodded expressionlessly.

"Is it about to start?" Yan'an looked at Qiao Yuqi who was stuck in a smile.

Qiao Yuqi looked at the displeased senior sister and said, "Yes, you should get ready." After speaking, watching Bach hesitate to speak, he stopped for a few seconds, turned around and walked to the senior sister.

Yan'an was not surprised that Qiao Yuqi had found him, he had no feeling, not at all, not at all.

"In the middle of the second row." Yan'an retracted his phone, looked at Bach, and told him where it was.

"Come on, if you lose, you will run naked." Bach said.

Unexpectedly, Bach still remembered this stalk, Yan'an shook his head, he would definitely not lose.

The recitation is very fast, an average of 10 minutes per person, but it is also quite difficult.

Bach wasn't interested in these things at all, and when it wasn't Yan'an's turn, he would talk to the people in their dormitory next door, or turn on his cell phone to chat with Yan'an.

Bach didn't pay attention to the speeches of the few people in front.

It wasn't until the host announced Yan'an's name and heard the applause and cheers from below that Bach sat up straight and looked ahead.

"It seems that the boss is still as handsome as before, and his popularity is still so high." Zhang Chenyang said enviously watching Yan'an play.

It's quite tall, Bach nodded in agreement.

"Next, please Yan'an recite "Sunshine" to us."

The lights on the stands were extinguished, leaving only a small light shining on Yan'an, with a halo around it.

Standing on the stage, Yan'an immediately saw Bach in the crowd.

Bach smiled at Yan'an.

Yan'an only felt that he had returned to the summer of the first year of junior high school. Bach's white clothes were blown bulging by the wind. He turned his head, and his bright smile ignited his only light.

Sunlight.

Bach is his only ray of sunshine in the dark.

The author has something to say:

I, I, I really like the serious hooligan Da Anan

Little angels, do you like it? (*^▽^*)

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