serious about love

Jiang Muxing was knocked forward by that momentum, but he stretched his hand back to stabilize the young man who was rushing forward.

The palm rests just under his buttocks.

Yan Hao was half lying on Jiang Muxing's back, his buttocks were supported, and the heat and force he felt through the clothes made him tremble all over, and he raised his little hand with a swipe.

He subconsciously rubbed Jiang Muxing's back.

The next moment, Jiang Muxing grabbed his arm and pulled him off.

Yan Hao couldn't stand still, staggered and fell to the ground, staring absently at the fallen leaves at his feet.

Jiang Muxing looked at him condescendingly, pinched his eyebrows a few times: "What's the matter with you?"

The banquet is good and silent.

Jiang Muxing said in a deep voice, "Speak."

Yan Hao pulled the hem of the school uniform's short sleeves: "My butt is my sensitive point."

Jiang Muxing was rarely taken aback, his ears were slightly red.

"I don't have a partner, and I'm usually not very self-sufficient. During this time, I was too busy studying and completely ignored my brother." Yan Hao was serious, "It's not obedient, it's against me, I can't control it."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

"I'm sorry, monitor, my brother is ashamed in front of you."

Yanhao pursed her lips, "I'll make you up."

Jiang Muxing's face was dark: "It's pretty good."

Yanhao lowered her eyes: "It's okay."

Jiang Mu walked to help his forehead.

-

Yan Hao sat on the ground listlessly, his courage peaked at the moment when he rushed towards Jiang Muxing, but now he has fallen back to the bottom in a whirlwind, and he dare not try again.

Oh shit.

Banquet is not reconciled.

Jiang Muxing's voice sounded above his head: "Don't mess around in school from now on."

It’s okay to be dumbfounded, so it’s okay if you’re not at school?

Jiang Muxing kicked him, but he didn't use much force: "Get up."

Yan Hao was a little bit broken: "I'm still stubborn, you go first, leave me alone."

Jiang Muxing's forehead was throbbing with veins.

Yanhao thought that Jiang Muxing was going to go first, but he didn't expect that he would pick himself up and carry him all the way to the corner closest to here.

Jiang Muxing glanced at him.

Yanhao clamped her legs tightly, her face and neck were pink.

Jiang Muxing took a deep breath calmly: "get out of class will be over soon, what are you going to do, raise the flag and go upstairs?"

Yan pinched the hem of his clothes in shame.

Jiang Muxing blocked him: "Recite an essay to me."

Yanhao looked dull.

Jiang Muxing looked at his watch: "Let's start."

"..."

Yanhao recalled one of his favorites: "These days my heart has been quite restless. Tonight, I was sitting in the yard enjoying the shade, and suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked by every day..."

"Along the lotus pond, there is a winding and small cinder road..."

With his back on his back, Yan Hao's eyes were glued to Jiang Muxing's slightly pursed thin lips, and he approached in a mysterious way, bit by bit.

Jiang Muxing was stunned, his eyebrows frowned: "Good feast."

-

Yan Hao suddenly woke up, but he was not willing to stay away from Jiang Muxing's smell. He kept a distance of one or two inches, and opened his mouth: "There is something on your face."

Jiang Muxing moved his eyes away, looked at the void, then turned to him after a moment, his face was flat, but his voice was hoarse: "What?"

Yan Hao blurted out: "I don't know."

"No," he explained hastily, "I mean, I don't know what that thing is called?"

Edit, then edit.

Jiang Muxing didn't change his face: "Maoxu?"

Yanhao nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's the one!"

Jiang Muxing was unable to look up at the sky.

A gust of hot air brushed his neck, and Jiang Muxing stepped back two steps away.

Yanhao didn't care about his disappointment when he discovered something was wrong. Jiang Muxing didn't seem ticklish.

Careful observation can also find some small details.

For example, Jiang Muxing's breath was much heavier than before.

For another example, Jiang Muxing's Adam's apple is rolling up and down, which is a frequency that only occurs when he is nervous.

They even averted their eyes.

The pores of Yanhao's whole body were open, and his whole body was in a state of extreme excitement. He made a move that was much more daring than pulling Jiang Muxing's neck.

Pretending to trip and fall on Jiang Muxing.

Jiang Muxing didn't dodge. His reaction was that his whole body was stiff, his muscles tensed, and his arms were stretched out by Yan Hao's side, in a protective posture.

Made it instinctively.

Yan Hao stood up straight and left before Jiang Muxing came back to his senses, stood with his head down for a while, and suddenly chuckled.

The wind blew the shattered hair covering his eyes, and what was in his eyes was exposed, full of blazing flames.

The fire rushed towards Jiang Muxing's body recklessly, wrapping his limbs and bones with scorching heat, and he frowned.

"Go back to the classroom?"

Yanhao licked her lower lip: "Come back."

Jiang Muxing's eyes darkened, and he walked away expressionlessly.

Yanhao watched his back and murmured to himself: "Jiang Muxing, you're done."

You let me catch the clues of "you might like me", don't try to get rid of me, I will bite you to death.

-

The last class is English. The teacher asked people to get up and read the text, and read it in sections.

The words are not too complicated, anyone can read them, but many people's language is not ideal, they can't enunciate words clearly, and they don't want to be called out.

The atmosphere in the classroom was quite stuffy, only the banquet was in another world, where the flowers were blooming so brightly that they were about to materialize.

The teacher looked over from the podium and locked his target: "Hi Yan, you read the first paragraph."

Yanhao got up with little flowers all over her body, and read a paragraph lightly and easily, with very pure English pronunciation.

The teacher said with satisfaction: "Sit down."

Yan Hao sat down and continued to immerse himself in his world, with the corners of his mouth always upturned.

Blatantly deserting.

The teacher took a second look, why is this kid so happy?Did anything good happen?Could it be that yesterday's chemistry class performance was good and swelled, and it has not calmed down until now?

Thinking of this, the teacher got off the podium and found that the 98.5 chemistry papers were randomly thrown on the textbooks and were not taken seriously.

The teacher was suspicious, and was still worried when the get out of class was about to end, so he called people into the corridor to talk.

"English has always been your most stable subject. You have never scored 120. At the end of the second year of high school, you broke through the bottleneck. Do you have a plan for the third year of high school?"

Yan Hao nodded: "Yes."

"That's good," the teacher said, "you still have to listen in class, and try to concentrate."

Yanhao grabbed her bangs and muttered, "I'll be fine in a few days."

The teacher didn't hear clearly: "Go back to the classroom and listen carefully."

Yanhao gave a vague "hmm".

I fell in love with someone of the same sex who is much better than myself, and I can't see hope, so I still want to like it, and I like it desperately.

One day, I discovered that it wasn't a single arrow, but the other party also had an arrow pointing at me. I don't know when it appeared, and it really appeared.

too dreamy.

Yan Hao's legs are pinched green.

That's when I'm sure it's not a dream, it's real.

Yan Hao regretted it very much, thanks to his careful concealment and all kinds of pretending to be honest, he didn't know that just blowing one breath could make Jiang Muxing have so many reactions.

Sure enough, children who will make trouble have candy to eat.

-

Yan Hao returned to the classroom, resting his chin on one hand, peeking at Jiang Muxing from time to time, thinking about something.

Jiang Muxing was writing words, and crossed out his mistakes. There were more than a dozen places around him. This row of black lines and that row of black lines looked very spectacular.

Song Ran was shocked: "Are you all right?"

Jiang Muxing turned a page and wrote.

Song Ran's face was full of interest: "Lao Jiang, you look very irritable."

Jiang Muxing ignored it.

Song Ran opened the glasses case and took out the lens cloth to wipe the glasses: "Youth time, young body, restless heart, soft you..."

"thorn"

Jiang Muxing used force with his hand, and the tip of the pen cut a hole in the paper.

Song Ran made an exaggerated expression watching the play: "You are getting more irritable."

Jiang Muxing said coldly, "Shut up."

Song Ran babbled: "No one is perfect. You are good at studying, but you may not be perfect in everything else. If you have any intractable diseases, you can talk to my younger brother."

Jiang Muxing closed the notebook and threw it aside.

Song Ran looked around, encouraged him, "The teacher is not here, let's keep our voice down."

Jiang Muxing pinched the bridge of his nose, and said in a low voice for a while: "I have a friend..."

"puff."

Song Ran restrained himself a little under Jiang Muxing's eyes, but his shoulders were still shaking: "Sorry, my smile is low, you continue."

Jiang Muxing kept silent.

"Old Jiang, let me tell you, if you hold your words in your stomach, you can make yourself vomit blood."

Song Ran looked full of experience: "I advise you to think twice."

"Besides, everything is difficult at the beginning. You have already opened this head. Shouldn't you be smooth in the future?"

After a while, Jiang Muxing opened the notebook again, turned to the last page, and had a conversation with Song Ran on the paper.

Jiang Muxing: My friend has a guy who has been in love with him for a long time, and he usually restrains himself in front of him.

Song Ran: Then what?

Jiang Muxing: The other party seems to have discovered my friend's mind now. "

Song Ran enters the role of a confidant big brother: What is the attitude of the other party?

Jiang Muxing wrote "he" and quickly blacked it out.

Song Ran didn't see that word, otherwise he would have almost guessed the other party. After all, the elimination method can be sorted out very quickly.

He scanned the notebook that Jiang Muxing pushed over, and it said——

The other party also likes my friend, they like each other.

-

Song Ran: "..."

"Old Jiang, you are afraid that you are not stupid when you read books?"

Jiang Muxing glanced at him: "I admit it, do you believe it?"

Song Ran twitched, he didn't believe it, this guy was the most talented one he had ever seen, an existence against the sky, to use vulgar words to describe it as "born to handle".

He was obviously busy with part-time work, but after class and school, he just finished the day's homework, and he didn't touch the books when he got home, but he never got off the throne of the first in the grade.

The key is handsome.

Good at studies, ugly, average in stature, or handsome, poor in studies, rubbish in character, low in quality, this kind of configuration is humane.

Both are top-notch, which is very shameless.

Song Ran returned to the topic: "Old Jiang, since both of you..."

Jiang Muxing bent his index finger and tapped the book: "It's for writing."

Song Ran rolled her eyes, quite cautiously.

Song Ran: Since two people are in love with each other, isn't it just a matter of talking about love?

Jiang Muxing: Senior three.

Song Ran: How is the other party's grades?What is the grade rank?

Jiang Muxing: There is no such person in the grade.

Song Ran's eyeballs almost fell off, the gap is a bit big, he wrote in thought: Then bear with it, let's talk next year, not bad for this year.

Jiang Muxing: The problem is, if the other party finds out what my friend is thinking, he will feel restless.

Song Ran: Why are you restless?Can seduce｜seduce?

Jiang Muxing stuffed the notebook into his desk pocket, his face was cold: "My IQ has dropped, so I discussed this topic with you. It's a waste of time, pen refills and paper."

"Damn it, you're really bad."

Song Ran pushed his glasses, endured it, but still couldn't hold it back: "Lao Jiang, who fascinated you?"