serious about love

Yanhao and Jiang Muxing kissed an apple-flavored kiss, which lasted for two or three minutes, and ended hastily with the ringing of the class bell.

Before returning to the classroom, Yan took a good look at the hut, and four words popped out of his mind: successful check-in.

In the next week, the technology building and the back of the small cafeteria will also clock in sequentially.

I visited all three dating spots in No. [-] Middle School.

That's it.

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The third year of high school is the last journey to another stage of life, a very important juncture.

It is inevitable to be confused, depressed, afraid, anxious, and hesitant.

This is the pain of youth, it does not mean that once it hurts, it will never happen again, but it will come and go repeatedly until you grow up.

In that state of mind, it will be difficult to bear the pressure of study.

When it comes to love at this time, nine out of ten people disagree.

During the time of sprinting for the college entrance examination, the breathing is tight. During that time, part of the energy is allocated to manage a relationship, the study is slack, and the emotions are ups and downs. The impact is hard to estimate.

Besides, when two people are walking forward, if their steps are not neat enough, steady and firm enough, it is easy to fall into the pit that connects the high school with the university, let go of the hands that are holding each other, and each struggles to get up and step on the ground. different paths in life.

In the end, they gradually drifted apart and never met again.

But there is only such a period of green life in a person's life. If you like someone too much, you will want to get what you want and don't want to leave regrets.

Yanhao thinks that love needs to be talked about well, and studies must also learn well. He needs to be self-disciplined, self-controlled, and think less about Jiang Muxing when he picks up a pen.

However, the reality is that he wants to sing against Yan Hao, saying that he can't do it.

It stands to reason that Jiang Muxing is already a boyfriend, and they eat, live and sleep together every day, so they should be able to calm down after the banquet.

But Yanhao clings to Jiang Muxing day by day, completely indulging in his world.

-

Yan Hao wrote an article on reading comprehension for a long time, but he didn't finish it even after the time limit. He couldn't help but look at Jiang Muxing, touch him, and kiss him.

Jiang Muxing put down the book in his hand and got up.

Yan Hao hugged his waist: "Don't go, I want you to sit with me."

Jiang Muxing glanced condescendingly: "Four, five, and 10 minutes have passed, how many strokes have you made?"

Yan Hao said weakly: "A lot of pens."

Jiang Muxing made a gesture to go out.

Yanhao quickly took out the two feet under the table, clamped Jiang Muxing, and prevented him from leaving.

Jiang Muxing looked down at him: "Do you think you are stable?"

Yan Hao clasped Jiang Muxing's trousers waist tightly, "I don't think so, don't add drama to me."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

"How many points did you score in the in-class test yesterday?"

Yan Hao muttered: "I passed."

Jiang Muxing asked sharply, "How much?"

Yan Hao had the illusion of being reprimanded by his father, and his hairs stood on end. He subconsciously answered loudly, "101.5!"

Jiang Muxing said, "Is it very tall?"

Yan Hao curled his lips, he didn't need to spend time on his English, it was already good, and the reasoning went up, the worst math is not bad, the momentum is very good.

Only Chinese has made the least progress, which is a bit miserable compared with other subjects.

It's like a stunted child who is not loved by his parents and excluded by his brothers and sisters.

"I really don't like Chinese." Yan Hao sighed, "You can also read prose and poetry collections, but you can feel sleepy after reading classical Chinese."

Jiang Muxing grabbed the claws that got into the hem of his shirt: "Don't worry, you will have special training in classical Chinese after the National Day."

Banquet: "..."

The study in the third year of senior high school was very stressful. Others put down Chinese to make up for other things, but he did Chinese to make up for the shortcomings.

The results are far from ideal.

Yan Hao sighed, originally thought mathematics had a grudge against him.

The result is that he made a mistake, the language is the one that hides the big boss.

The state of the banquet is a bit sluggish.

Jiang Muxing rubbed his slender fingers: "Although you regressed in the in-class test yesterday, your composition score has improved, and the paper is also very neat."

The empty blood bar above Yan Hao's head began to heal.

Jiang Muxing kissed his pink fingertips: "You finish today's reading comprehension, go to bed early, and I will read you a favorite modern poem."

The blood bar of the feast was full of blood in an instant: "Really?"

Jiang Muxing: "Yes."

Yan Hao regained his energy immediately, and while pressing the automatic pen, he said: "Then you go to bed and wait for me, I will be able to..."

Jiang Muxing interrupted him: "After you finish answering the question, go back and do it again, you have to comprehend and understand."

The good chick nodded as if pecking rice: "I know."

-

With encouragement, Yan Hao's efficiency skyrocketed, and he finished reading comprehension in a short while, and went back and redid it according to Jiang Muxing's request, and analyzed and understood it in the process.

After he was done, he put away the information books, quickly crawled into bed, and waited to listen to poetry.

Jiang Muxing asked him if he drank water.

Yan Hao stretched his hands and feet comfortably: "You can drink it, or you don't need to drink it."

Jiang Muxing got out of bed and fell over for him.

Yanhao spread out the loose-leaf book on the bedside, and there were some sick sentences and idioms written on it.

Jiang Muxing said that it is useful to read more and read more, so it will be useful.

You are lucky to find someone you can trust with all your heart.

Jiang Muxing came in with a water glass: "What are you smirking at?"

"Don't worry about me." Yan Hao's eyes were filled with anticipation, "What about poetry, read it quickly, I want to hear it."

Jiang Muxing handed him the water glass: "Starting tomorrow, be a happy person..."

Yan Hao stretched out his hand, he also likes this article.

"I have a big house, facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming..."

Jiang Muxing leaned against the head of the bed, speaking calmly: "I will tell everyone to give every river and every mountain a warm name..."

The banquet was full of excitement, and many pictures appeared in front of my eyes.

Some things have already happened, for example, he and Jiang Muxing watched the sunrise by the sea.

Whether it happened or not is just a longing, for example, they walked through the ginkgo avenue and walked home in the afterglow of the evening.

When Yan finally came back to his senses, Jiang Muxing had already finished reading, and he didn't know when he leaned into his arms.

Jiang Muxing pushed him, but it was useless and said: "Get up."

The banquet is not good enough, just drink water in this sitting position.

Jiang Muxing put away the loose-leaf book on the quilt: "You go to the bookstore with me after school tomorrow to buy two famous books, and when you go to the bathroom, look through them and memorize the routines."

Yan Hao almost sprayed water: "Squad leader, I believe in you very much. If you let me do this, if I stick to it, my Chinese performance will definitely improve, but I think I will definitely suffer from constipation."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

"Then arrange your own time."

The banquet was like an "ok" gesture, rubbing his head back and forth against Jiang Muxing's shoulder, even drinking water was so sticky.

Jiang Muxing twitched the back of his neck lightly: "Have you written today's diary?"

Yan Hao put the water glass on the bedside table: "Good night."

Jiang Muxing's face darkened: "Sleep after writing."

The banquet is good to lie on the bed.

Jiang Muxing supported his back: "If you are lazy for a day, the rhythm will be broken."

"It can't be broken," Yan Hao closed his eyes, "My good monitor, see you in my dream."

Jiang Muxing whispered in his ear: "Be good, be obedient."

Yan Hao's whole body went numb from red ears to neck, isn't it just a diary?I wrote!

The beauty trick is too terrible.

-

The teacher's words are not lying, the three years of high school are indeed very short.

The third year of high school was especially hasty.

After a few exams, the short-sleeved school uniforms were replaced with long-sleeved ones, and autumn in T City came quietly.

It is cool in the morning and evening, the temperature difference is large, and the cold season is high.

After the banquet, he was caught. He didn't cough or have a fever, but he just sneezed, had a runny nose, and his nose was red from blowing.

The physique is not good, it's just a small cold, and the whole body feels uncomfortable everywhere.

Jiang Muxing soaked cold pills for him: "I told you to get up early and run with me, you don't do it."

Yan Hao sneezed and went out, the paper was wet, he wiped the paper indiscriminately, and said angrily: "Brother, you wake up before five o'clock, who can bear it?"

Jiang Muxing chose to acquiesce in his favor and acquiescence: "Then why didn't you run when you went downstairs after dinner?"

Yan Hao took out a tissue, blew his nose with a huff, and said, "I'm running away."

Jiang Muxing said in a deep voice, "Are you sure it's not the old man taking a stroll?"

Yanhao kissed his abdominal muscles through his clothes: "I'm sick, and you still beat me up."

Jiang Muxing's breathing was slightly stagnant.

Yan Hao raised her face and smiled: "If you really want me to exercise, there is a way."

Without saying a word, Jiang Muxing pinched his neck and took him aside.

Yanhao sat on a chair with her head down, looking at Xiao Jiang Muxing: "You don't even want me?"

Jiang Muxing's throat moved, and he warned hoarsely, "Don't cause trouble."

Yanhao got closer and blew: "I won't cause trouble, I will provoke you."

Jiang Muxing's forehead twitched violently.

Yan Hao still wanted to continue to provoke Xiao Jiang Mu Xing, so the back of his head was pinned and pulled back, his lips were bitten, and it hurt and burned.

Just then, the phone on the table rang.

Jiang Muxing wants to see it.

Yan Hao pestered him, snorting wetly: "Leave it alone."

The phone rang for a while, then rang again within three seconds of silence.

The chorus of "The Happiest Man" keeps ringing.

Jiang Muxing picked up Yanhao, hugged him and kissed him, reached for the phone and turned the screen on: "It's you who made the boy."

Let go of him when the words are over: "answer the phone."

Yan Hao rubbed his face in dissatisfaction, he answered the phone, but he didn't make a sound, he just took a breath, and Yang Cong exploded on the other end.

"Fuck, what are you doing?"

Yan Hao sat back on the chair: "Nothing."

Yang Cong groaned: "You opened your mouth and it was porn, why did you say you didn't do it, think your buddy is mentally retarded?"

Yan Hao sniffled: "Look at the porn, I'm writing a paper."

Yang Cong said in a tone of "I understand, I understand": "Write while reading, don't delay."

Banquet: "..."

"What are you calling me for?"

"I'm downstairs in your apartment." Yang Cong said, "Not only me, but Song Ran is also here, just to tell you, we brought food."

Yanhao hung up the phone and looked at Jiang Muxing: "Did you hear that?"

Jiang Muxing turned around and walked towards the door of the room.

Yan Hao pulled his arm: "Kiss again."

Jiang Muxing took a deep breath calmly, pushed his hand away and strode out: "Write your paper."

"You bit my mouth open."

When Jiang Muxing looked back, Yan Hao stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, "It's bleeding."

Jiang Muxing's eyes suddenly darkened: "Send you a small message and ask them to stroll downstairs before coming up."