God, please be gentle with me

"You, why are you here?!" Han Jialin suddenly woke up. He looked at the wall clock on the opposite wall. It was now [-]:[-] in the afternoon. It turned out that he had slept for more than two hours.

"Zhao Bin said you have a fever, I'll come to see you." Fang Shuyao sat in a folding chair, holding a loose-leaf notebook and a pen in his hand.

"How long have you been here?"

"Soon." Fang Shuyao said, put the loose-leaf book and pencil on the bedside table, and stood up.

Han Jialin glanced at the book and found that Fang Shuyao was drawing a sketch, and the object of the sketch was obviously him.

"It's not long yet?" Han Jialin couldn't help complaining, "You've already drawn me."

"Do you like it?" Fang Shuyao smiled, "This is a gift for visiting patients."

"Hmph, I prefer to order something practical, such as delicious food."

"Okay. When you recover, you can eat whatever you want. I'll treat you." Fang Shuyao said, and sat down beside the hospital bed.

"I have a cold, stay away, it will be contagious to you." Han Jialin moved to the side, but the hospital bed was so narrow that he would fall if he tried to hide.

"I already have antibodies, so I won't be infected by you." Fang Shuyao directly reached out to touch Han Jialin's reddish cheeks, "And, it's because of me that you caught a cold."

Fang Shuyao's fingers were cool and comfortable, and Han Jialin was almost intoxicated, but he soon came to his senses and said, "The college entrance examination will be held soon.

Well, be careful..."

"Han Jialin, how long do you want to hide from me?" Fang Shuyao pressed his fingers slightly, forcing Han Jialin to look at him.

"I...I..." Han Jialin couldn't speak, every time he just looked into Shuyao's eyes, his sanity began to collapse, as if he no longer seemed like himself.

"Be my boyfriend." Fang Shuyao said softly, with fiery eyes, "I will treat you very well.".

"This...isn't a question of whether it's good or not." Han Jialin pulled Xia Shuyao's hand, looked down at the snow-white quilt, "We are all men, have you ever thought about this?"

"I've known it since I found out that I liked you." Fang Shuyao said seriously, "I like you very, very much. Including your gender, your violent temper, and your stupid heart head..."

"Fang Shuyao!" Han Jialin pushed Fang Shuyao's shoulder in embarrassment, "Do you deserve a beating!"

"To be honest, you may not be able to beat me." Fang Shuyao said with a smile, grabbing Han Jialin's right wrist.

"Just brag, bragging doesn't cost money!" Han Jialin smiled and pulled his hand away, but he really couldn't pull it out.

Fang Shuyao smiled.

"Fuck, you want to compete with me?" Han Jialin got serious. He used to be the main force of the basketball team.

"Don't cry for a while."

"Well, I don't cry." Fang Shuyao was very calm.

"Hmph!" Han Jialin twisted his wrist vigorously, trying to free his wrist from Fang Shuyao's confinement, but no matter how much he twisted and twisted, Fang Shuyao didn't let go of his hand, or felt any signs of exertion.

"How can you be so strong?!" Han Jialin was shocked.

"I usually go to the gym." Fang Shuyao smiled, "You were in a hurry last time, so you couldn't visit my gym."

"Just show off!" Han Jialin deliberately diverted Fang Shuyao's attention, and he pulled his arm with all his strength—Fang Shuyao didn't let go, but pressed against Han Jialin's body.

Although he knew it was his fault, but the current situation made Han Jialin panic. He put his left hand on Fang Shuyao's shoulder and said, "Get up! Bastard!"

"Why? You pulled me here." Fang Shuyao stuck closer, his beautiful face was within easy reach.

"Fang Shuyao...you can talk when you get up..." Han Jialin's voice showed a trembling that could not be concealed.

"Han Jialin, are you afraid that I will touch you?"

"what?"

"You ran away when you saw me, not because you didn't know how to answer me, but because you were afraid that I would touch you." Fang Shuyao smiled softly, "When I was in the hospital, I kissed you, did you feel it?"

"You, you, you, you are talking nonsense!"

"Are you emphasizing that we are all boys, and you want to restrain your physical reaction?" Fang Shuyao suddenly lowered his head, and Han Jialin immediately turned his head away in surprise. Fang Shuyao smiled, and his lips almost touched Han Jialin's red ears. Cute, but impractical..."

"What did you say……"

Han Jialin felt that his whole body was getting hot, did the antipyretic medicine wear off?An indescribable hot tide overflowed from the inside of the body.

Especially Fang Shuyao was still whispering into his ear, the scorching breath scorched the pinnae of the ear, and even the whole head started to burn, and it was hard to hear Fang Shuyao's words clearly.

"I'm talking about this place, even if you don't want it, it will still harden." Fang Shuyao said, and his left hand, which had been free all the time, reached into Han Jialin's school pants.

Han Jialin always likes to tie the elastic belt of school trousers into a knot, so that as long as the looseness is appropriate, there is no need to wear a belt every time he puts it on and takes it off.Therefore, Fang Shuyao didn't even need to untie his trouser belt, and his whole left hand slipped in easily.

"--Are you crazy?!"

Han Jialin suddenly rioted. Fang Shuyao had expected such a reaction from him. His left thigh pressed his knees tightly, and his whole body was almost lying on Han Jialin's body. Han Jialin couldn't move at all.

Fang Shuyao's fingers passed through the pure cotton briefs//pants, and grasped//ambiguously the part that had already hardened//.Han Jialin was like a fish caught in a fishing net, fighting with all his might.But as soon as he struggled, his right hand was grasped, and as soon as his knee was raised, he was forced back into the bed.

"Fang, Fang Shuyao...let go!" Han Jialin only had his left hand free, but he gave up pushing Fang Shuyao's shoulder, and grabbed Fang Shuyao's wriggling hand instead.

Han Jialin repeatedly grabbed Fang Shuyao's sleeve and his wrist, trying to pull his hand out of his body.

But Han Jialin just messed up Fang Shuyao's school uniform jacket, and although Han Jialin had pulled the sleeves of the school uniform up to his arms, Fang Shuyao was still doing what he was supposed to do.

"You bastard...you don't even look at this place! I'm protruding (******)..."

Han Jialin gritted his teeth and scolded, but his voice was extremely hoarse, and his eye circles were extremely red.Fang Shuyao's fingers are as flexible as a snake, constantly changing patterns.

Naturally, Han Jialin was even more unwilling to cooperate. His feet pushed hard on the bed sheet, making a depression in the mattress.

But there was only so much Han Jialin could do, because he couldn't escape Fang Shuyao's oppression at all, the more he struggled, the more embarrassing he became, and he could only breathe helplessly.

Not knowing what Fang Shuyao did, Han Jialin suddenly yelled "Ah". In the quiet infirmary, the voice sounded extraordinarily loud, and Han Jialin bit his lip again.

"So...you like pain." Fang Shuyao smiled, "I really can't see it, don't you usually fear pain the most?"

"You're fucking...not a human..." Han Jialin wanted to curse, but couldn't even form a bad word, "Ah...don't talk..."

"Han Jialin, I like you."

Fang Shuyao's fiery black eyes have been staring at Han Jialin's red side face, watching the corners of his eyes turn from dry to wet, watching his expression change from shock to trance.

Fang Shuyao smiled slightly, and finally couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Han Jialin's crimson eyes.

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The seventh class in the afternoon is still a mock paper. Speaking of Mingguang High School’s three-year schooling system, I have already learned all the high school courses in the second grade. From the first half of the third year of high school, it is to review and consolidate the knowledge of the previous two years.

That is to say, although there are different classes for arts, science, and arts, every student has completed all the courses. This is why Fang Shuyao went to teach Han Jialin, and the teacher was very relieved.

As the master of all subjects, Fang Shuyao, who even got full marks in art, music and physical education, is even better than the teacher in a single subject in some aspects.

Zhao Bin was very happy that Han Jialin was able to find such a good classmate to help with his revision when there were only 21 days left before the college entrance examination.

I even feel that Han Jialin has changed his luck.is not that right?He is always disgusted by the make-up teachers, either because he "can't sit still" or "loves to play with mobile phones and influence others". The whole third year of high school does not know how many extra-curricular teachers he has changed.

This was the first time someone volunteered to tutor Han Jialin, but it was a pity that he fell ill on the first day.

"I don't know if he's better or not." Zhao Bin was always worried about Han Jialin, but he had been taking mock exams, and the time after class was very short, so he didn't have time to visit the infirmary.If I make a call, I am afraid that he is just sleeping and will wake him up.

So, Zhao Bin sent a few WeChat messages, asking Han Jialin to tell him if he felt uncomfortable, but Han Jialin didn't reply.

"Fortunately, Fang Shuyao is still here." Thinking of this, Zhao Bin relaxed again.

Before class was over, Fang Shuyao came to look for Han Jialin again, and Zhao Bin told him that Han Jialin was resting in the infirmary.

"What happened to him?" Fang Shuyao looked worried.

"He had a fever, and the school doctor said he had a cold."

"Well, I'll go and see him." Fang Shuyao turned around and left.

"Wait a minute, I want to go too."

"No, you should review." Fang Shuyao smiled slightly, "The exam is coming soon, and you must be under a lot of pressure."

Why does Fang Shuyao always give people a particularly reliable feeling?Zhao Bin couldn't help but think that he was both of the same age, so he was not in a hurry or hasty when he did things, and he was polite.

"Then thank you." It should be no problem to entrust Han Jialin to Fang Shuyao. Zhao Bin's only worry is whether Han Jialin will offend Fang Shuyao, who has such a good temper. That would be a tragedy in the world.

"Chen Ming." Zhao Bin called the math class representative beside him.

"Ok?"

"I'll go to the infirmary to see Han Jialin. If the teacher comes, you can block it for me and say I have diarrhea."

"Every time I have diarrhea, does the teacher believe it?" In the past, Zhao Bin went to the canteen to buy snacks, and when he came back late, Chen Ming would tell the teacher that he was in the toilet.

"Stress diarrhea when facing the college entrance examination." Zhao Bin said solemnly, and Chen Ming smiled.

"Well, you go and come back quickly, or I will be the one suffering from stress diarrhea."

"Okay." Zhao Bin took out the phone and went out.

The school infirmary is on the edge of the grove. It is an old teaching building in the 80s. For some reason, it has not been demolished, and it is used together with the new building.The first floor is the infirmary and the bicycle parking area. The listening classroom on the second floor has been idle for a long time because of equipment obsolescence. The music and dance studio on the third floor are still in use, mostly for club rehearsals.The fourth floor is a warehouse full of old-fashioned teaching aids and dance supplies.

It took Zhao Bin about a quarter of an hour to walk from the classroom to the infirmary. There was no way, the campus was too big, and he couldn't run in the teaching building.