serious about love

After the banquet, I went back to bed again. I felt that this summer was more boring than previous years, and the cicadas were also very noisy.

-

After a short meeting, all classes returned to the classroom from the playground sparsely.

Yang Cong knelt down in front of the table to drink water. After taking three sips, half of his chin and collar were wet. He wiped his mouth rudely: "Fuck, it's so fucking hot today, my scalp is almost burnt."

As he spoke, he pulled the clothes on his chest to fan the wind, and the smell of sweat was mixed with the heat of the young man.

Yan moved to the window in disgust.

"Why are you hiding?" Yang Cong bared his teeth and grinned, "This is masculinity."

I'm too lazy to take care of the banquet.

Yang Cong leaned forward shamelessly: "Then what, Xiao Hao, let me tell you something."

Yan Hao held his chin and turned his head: "How much do you want?"

Yang Cong clasped his fists together: "As expected of the president."

Yan Hao twitched his mouth.

"Lingling has taken a fancy to a mobile phone pendant." Yang Cong took out his mobile phone and flipped through the photos to show him, "That's it, I think it's average, she just likes it, so I can only buy it, I have [-] yuan left for living expenses this month At the end of the day, you help me to make a cushion, and I will pay you back next month."

Yan Hao glanced at it, four or five thousand, as a small pendant is considered a luxury: "You guys have been talking for a long time."

Yang Cong shook his legs: "It's been almost a year."

Yan Hao put his feet on the chair support of the front table: "Are you going to pretend you don't know each other in school until you graduate from high school?"

"What can I do, the situation is forcing me." Yang Cong was old-fashioned, "Class 3 is stricter than ours. If I was found out, I called my parents on the spot. She didn't let me tell my friends, and she didn't let me go to her class. Looking for her, you are the only one who knows, so you have to be careful."

Yanhao murmured: "It's the same underground love."

"No." Yang Cong clicked his tongue, "Stimulation all day long."

Yanhao was envious of this kind of excitement, he pretended to shift his gaze to the front door unintentionally, and paused for a second on Jiang Muxing's back: "Then are you going to celebrate the first anniversary?"

"Fine." Yang Cong rubbed his chin, "I plan to give her a surprise then."

"Just tell me if you need my help." Yanhao transferred the money.

Yang Cong stretched out his arm and hooked Yan Hao's neck: "My good brother, you are righteous!"

The sticky touch made goosebumps goosebumps, and I couldn't stand it and quickly pushed it away.

He even hated the sweat on his body, but only liked the smell of Jiang Muxing's sweat.

I just like it.

-

Jiang Muxing said that he would reply before noon, and Yan Hao became an ant on a hot pot, suffering a lot.

The phone number is his QQ signature.

Jiang Muxing and him are both in the class group, you can call him privately on QQ, call him, send a text message, or come directly to talk, there are plenty of ways.

The banquet is too much to wait for, and I have never been so anxious when I grow up so old, and I can load the milestone.

The last class is a physical quiz.

Yan Hao was holding the phone under the table with one hand and a pen in the other, staring at the paper with his eyes blank.

Ten minutes after the start of the exam, the phone vibrated suddenly, and Yan Hao almost lost his grip. He secretly glanced at the text message in a daze.

It was sent by Jiang Muxing.

Yan Hao got stuck in his throat, and his eyelids twitched when his fingertips touched the screen.

In case it wasn't what he wanted to see...

Yan Hao took the automatic pen to his mouth, opened his mouth and bit the tip of the pen, rubbed his teeth nervously for a while, calmed down a bit, turned his head, clicked out the text message, and glanced cautiously from the corner of his eye.

-I am Jiang Muxing.

- I promise you about making up lessons.

Yan Hao sat there for a minute or two, then "teng" stood up.

The chair scraped against the ground and let out a scream, startling the others who were doing the papers.

The teacher on the podium looked around: "Hi Yan, have you finished your paper?"

Yanhao lowered her eyes, her fingertips trembling: "No."

Yang Cong on the side raised his hand: "Teacher, I can testify about this, he didn't even write his name."

The teacher took a sip of tea from the teacup: "Have you finished writing?"

Yang Cong shook his head: "No."

The teacher buckled the teacup: "Then why are you opening your mouth?"

Yang Cong: "..."

"puff"

A buddy couldn't help laughing out loud, the sound was contagious, shaking his shoulders back and forth, left and right.

The teacher said very kindly: "It seems that the test paper this time is too easy."

"..."

Yan Hao was peeking at the back at the front door, and couldn't imagine that guy sending text messages with his mobile phone in class.

So close to the podium, right under the eyes of the teacher.

Yan Hao's ears were buzzing, but he didn't hear the teacher asking him to sit down. It wasn't until Yang Cong pulled his clothes that he withdrew his peeking eyes and sat down, his hands still trembling.

Yang Cong touched him with his elbow: "If you are possessed, just blink."

Yan Hao remained motionless.

It's really like being bewitched by something like this.

Yang Cong covered his face with his arms, the shadow was very low: "Xiao Hao, you..."

Have a good dinner and lie down on the table.

A row of question marks popped up on Yang Cong's head, what the hell?Just as he was about to ask, there was a sound from the podium.

"Hello, you hand in a blank paper today, and I'll treat your dad to tea tomorrow."

The whole class fell silent.

Yan Hao raised his head from the crook of his arms, revealing a face so red that it was about to bleed, his neck and ears were all red, like overcooked shrimp.

Yang Cong shook his hand and poked a hole in the paper: "You, you, why are you blushing like a monkey's butt?"

Yan Hao moved her lips: "Teacher rolls names in public, I'm thin-skinned and embarrassed."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes, if I hadn't grown up with you, I would have believed it.

Although he knew it was a lie, but he didn't know the real reason, Yang Cong couldn't figure it out and put it behind him.

Yanhao didn't explain any more, he pressed the automatic pen and lowered his head to answer the questions.

Yang Cong wrote for a while, but there were a few elusive thoughts, so he simply left it empty. He grabbed a piece of clean draft paper and drew on it, letting Yanhao appreciate his seizures from time to time.

It's cheap, looking for smoke.

Yan Hao was busy calculating: "I can't finish writing soon."

Yang Cong crossed his legs: "Just follow the class."

Yan is so annoying: "Don't disturb me."

"Damn it!" Yang Cong crutched his elbow, "The squad leader has handed in the paper."

"He's so fucking awesome, but he still engages in this kind of flirty operation, so that other gay men can live? There are not many girls in our class, and they are all his fans."

Fortunately, I was working on a big problem. I wanted to write the word "jie", but it was written as "Jiang Muxing" by accident.

Yang Cong's eyes were sharp and his mouth was quick: "I'll go, why did you write the monitor's name on the paper?"

The volume is not loud, but the classroom is very quiet.

Yan really wanted to kill him.