[Comprehensive] Disaster caused by SMS confession

Never expect enthusiasm from the first class in the afternoon.

Especially if you teach math.

One minute before the bell rang for the end of get out of class, when the math teacher was arranging the folders, his hands froze suddenly when he saw the roster.

"By the way," he said casually as if remembering an insignificant episode, "there was a competition recently..."

Before he finished speaking, those in the audience who were not awake continued to fall asleep, and those who were a little awake went back to lying down and pretended to be dead.Just kidding, is the math competition something that normal people can participate in? Ordinary math is enough for people to die or live, and they will go to heaven and hell.What's that?It's a powerful version!

He glanced at the audience blankly, and finally sighed, "It seems that no one wants to go, so there is no need for our class to participate in the summer seaside study tour this year—"

"...Wait!" shouted one after another, although there was no tacit unison, but the expressed wishes were very unified, "Isn't it a math competition?"

"When did I say it was a math competition?" The math teacher looked innocent, "I was talking about the summer beach volleyball game."

"Teacher, you are going to lose us like this." The squad leader expressed the feelings of most of the people in a heartbroken voice.

The math teacher responded coldly, "Oh, I thought I lost you the moment I chose to teach math."

***

So it's really a disaster to arrange seats according to the seats in the class.

Fushimi Saruhiko rested his elbow on the armrest shared between the two seats, propped his chin with his hand, and looked at the same scenery outside the car window with indifferent eyes.

In fact, of course there is nothing wrong with his behavior, the meaning of the armrest is here, and it is wide enough to put two hands down.

It's just that some physical contact is inevitable, and Bei Chuanyuan also feels that he seems a little too hypocritical.Anyway, this is not a big deal, but out of a subtle sense of disgust in his heart, he still sits far away from the armrest, with half of his shoulder leaning towards the aisle, which looks a bit ridiculous.

Fushimi Saruhiko raised his eyelids and looked at him lazily. Although he didn't say a word, his expression seemed to be a silent sneer.

Although I know that this kind of behavior is cowardly and hypocritical like a girl who was obsessed with drawing [-] lines on the desk in junior high school, but...what's wrong with not wanting to sit side by side with such a bad character? !

Bei Chuanyuan also thought that he was still taking a long-distance bus, and the journey would not end for at least two or three hours, so he felt sad and hopeless in life.

Not to mention enduring the half-hearted mocking eyes of the other party, it is very uncomfortable just to keep half of the shoulder in this state, and if it continues like this, the muscles will become stiff.

Moreover, the probability of hitting people is also very high.

"Sorry." Nioh Masaharu was probably startled by the sudden appearance of half of the shoulder in the empty aisle, and he didn't realize it was Kitagawara until he bent down slightly, "Hey, what are you doing..."

His eyes shifted slightly, and he noticed Fushimi Saruhiko who was always silent and indifferent.

'Understood,' Ren Dynasty Kitagawara spoke, 'Do you want to go to my side? '

"But you are not with..." Kitagawara gestured to Hiroshi Yagyu who lived not far away with his eyes.

'It's good to squeeze, it's the back row anyway, do you want to come? '

"He's not going." It wasn't Kitagawara who spoke, but Fushimi Saruhiko who was silent for a long time, almost making people think he didn't exist.

He gave Nioh Masaharu a very cold look, "You will be punished for switching positions without permission. I don't want to help someone take the blame for this."

"Come on," Kitagawara couldn't help but say, "You seem to really care about that level of punishment. Fushimi-san, who has been punished several times but has never written a letter of self-criticism, is still Afraid of punishment? Don’t be ridiculous, besides, I was the one who changed seats, and according to the personality of the dean, it was only me who was punished in the end.”

"Besides," Bei Chuanyuan slandered, "Even if I don't take the initiative to admit it, don't you always have a way to put all the responsibility on me?" And you will only exaggerate.

"I don't think it's a problem either. Anyway, we've written a lot of things like review papers," Masaharu Nioh put his arm on Kitagawara's shoulder, "It's okay to write again, so."

He looked at Fushimi Saru Hiko, "Please don't worry too much, Fushimi-kun."

Nioh Masaharu grabbed Kitagawara's arm and was about to walk towards his seat. Of course Kitagawara would not refuse, but he was more or less puzzled by his sudden toughness.

Almost at the same time, Fushimi Saruhiko stood up, clasped Kitagawara's wrist, and then walked towards himself.Of course, the resistance from Nioh Masaharu will not be small.

These two guys!

The strength used by both sides is not light, it seems that they are deliberately competing with each other's arm strength.The arm of the right hand, the wrist of the left hand, do these two people have to crush his bones? !

"stop……"

However, Kitagawara's voice was obviously separated from these two people by a whole dimension, and his struggle and protest had no effect, just like a fist landed on the whole ball of cotton without leaving any traces.

"Nio," Hiroshi Yagyu walked behind Nioh Masaharu, half reminding, half admonishing, "It seems that the teacher has come up."

This is a two-story coach, and the sound of footsteps landing on the steps is easily caught.But among the three people in front of them, one struggled to no avail and could only give up treatment to be a salted fish in the end, while the other two were immersed in their own world. Apart from their eye contact and sparks, there was no other guy at all.Of course, Kitagawara who was forced to get involved doesn't count.

"Who's standing there?!" The voice of the dean came at the right time.

At this time, Masaharu Nioh also understood that this was the only way to go.Although he wrote a lot of self-criticisms, it would be too bad to write a self-criticism when he clearly did nothing.

Nioh Masaharu let go of his hand first.

And at the moment after he let go, and a few seconds after Yagyu Hiroshi pulled him away, Masaharu Nioh who turned his head out of anxiety could clearly see a little unclear emotion in Fushimi Saru Hiroshi's eyes.

Then the next second, his pupils dilated——

Fushimi Saru Biko leaned over his tall and thin body to Kitagawara, and pressed Kitagawara into the small space between the front and back seats, his palms seemed to be pressed against Kitagawara's face.

Nioh Masaharu tilted his head slightly when he saw the other party.

It's like a kiss.

***

This is of course not a kiss. In fact, the actual situation is far from what seems to be the guess.

Fushimi Saruhiko watched him calmly.

Kitagawara's lips and nose were pressed against the opponent's palm, and his breathing was cramped in this small space, and Kitagawara felt his face heat up.

It was covered.

The opponent's hand was very strong, covering his mouth tightly to prevent him from speaking.If he hadn't deliberately let go, Bei Chuanyuan almost thought that he was going to suffocate him here.

Kitagawara tried to express his indignation with his eyes.

'What the hell are you trying to do? ! '

Fushimi Saru Hiko raised his eyebrows, then leaned into his ear and whispered, "That guy is here."

That guy refers to the dean. He routinely stands at the stairs and looks around to maintain discipline. If he finds out that his attempt to change positions has not been successful, maybe how to arrange him.

But then you don't have to cover his mouth with this posture!

The sound of the heartbeat vibrates the blood vessels in the whole body, bringing waves of heart palpitations.

Bei Chuanyuan couldn't tell whether he wanted to hit him, or wanted to beat him, or maybe both.

It seems that after about one summer, Fushimi's hand slowly left.He himself also stepped back a bit, taking away the hot breathing air by the way, and let the cool air of the air conditioner blow over him. The pulsating heartbeat in his veins was just like its incredible appearance, and finally as the distance between the two people widened, Da, also disappeared in such an unbelievable way.

……

"I'm afraid there is something wrong with you?! Why are you covering my mouth?!"

"If you let you speak, that guy will most likely be attracted by you."

"Go away, do I not care about the occasion?"

Fushimi Saruhiko glanced at him, and then suddenly stretched out his hand. Kitagawara reflexively wanted to avoid him, but he didn't expect that the other party's goal was not him.

His palm slightly brushed his hair, and then slowly let go of his hand not more than ten centimeters behind him.

The waste paper balls fall into the garbage bag accurately.

"Isn't it?" he said.

The author has something to say:

All the memes have been piled up to the next chapter. There is no way I am too sleepy and I don’t have a computer, so I can only type these QAQs with my mobile phone first.