You used to be far away from my sight

A deadly silence spread in the air, both of them stopped moving and fell into speechlessness.

"Then we should cherish the present even more. We should eat, drink, and play. If we despair because of an uncertain future, wouldn't it be a waste of our prime years?" Wei Zheng said.

"That's right," Gu Yuan agreed.

They couldn't play anymore, couldn't eat anymore, and had to go to the hospital as soon as possible to treat the wound, so the two rushed to the hospital after changing their clothes.

Gu Yuan removed the stitches in the hospital, bandaged him again, and asked the doctor to replace Wei Zheng with a new bandage.

After coming out of the hospital, Wei Zheng entered Gu Yuan's house in the name of copying homework.

"You can't write it yourself? Do you have to copy it?" Gu Yuan said lazily while sitting on the sofa.

Wei Zheng sat cross-legged in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, and could lean on Gu Yuan's knee with just a slight tilt of his head: "Brother Yuan, do you know when a scumbag is omnipotent?"

"During the fight?" Gu Yuan said.

"No, even a scumbag like me can't beat you, a top student in a fight." Wei Zheng leaned back and turned to look at Gu Yuan.

"That's not necessarily true, we haven't really fought," Gu Yuan said.

Gu Yuan's words made Wei Zheng almost jump up, as if Brother Yuan, who was desperately trying to be brave and refused to admit defeat, had changed.

"When exactly?" Gu Yuan looked at Wei Zheng curiously.

"When doing the problem," Wei Zheng said, "We can create language, tamper with history, subvert politics, control the earth, violate the laws of physics, and synthesize matter."

Gu Yuan was amused.

Although this homework is nothing to Gu Yuan, it is still quite a lot to copy.

Wei Zheng has a black gel pen in each of his left and right hands. He copies Chinese with his left hand and mathematics with his right hand.

Sometimes even take a break with both hands at the same time, and turn the pen.

Gu Yuan has seen Wei Zheng turning a pen, but he has never seen him turning it with both hands.

The pen barrel spins faster and faster, with more and more patterns.

This can already be called a god.

But the good show is still to come. Wei Zheng's two hands turned the pen in opposite directions, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise. The most important thing is that he changed the direction at any time.

In this fast and furious performance, Gu Yuan was dazzled, dizzy, and fell asleep.

Could it be that this pen-twisting also has a hypnotic effect.

Wei Zheng copied very intently, and didn't realize that Gu Yuan had fallen asleep until he finished copying.

"Brother Yuan, you are trying to induce me to commit a crime on purpose," Wei Zheng said.

He looked at Gu Yuan quietly, and after a long time he moved, got up and carried Gu Yuan to the bedroom.

He gently placed Gu Yuan on the bed, and then kissed Gu Yuan lightly on the brow.

"Brother Yuan, I'm leaving." After finishing speaking, he closed the door softly and left.

When Gu Yuan regained consciousness, he found himself in front of a flower bed, where a strange flower that looked like eyes was planted.

There was a man watering the flowers beside the flower bed, Gu Yuan could only see the man's tall and thin back.

"Are you the one who got in my way?" The man turned around.

As if there was a mist, Gu Yuan couldn't see the man's face clearly. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could feel the familiarity.

"Since you want to play, I'll play with you," the man said.

Then Gu Yuan lost consciousness again, and woke up in his own room.

The clear memory reminded Gu Yuan: I was dreaming again.

There is nothing good in a dream.

A knock on the door followed by Jiangnan's voice reached Gu Yuan's ears: "Gu Yuan, I'm going to be late, get up quickly"

"Get up." Gu Yuan got up from the bed and changed into his school uniform.

He went to the bathroom, wiped his face with a towel, and went to school with Jiangnan with his schoolbag on his back.

The first day of school can never avoid a craze: group copying of homework.

So when Gu Yuan came to the class, almost all the students in the class had come, looking up, everyone was hard at work.

Wei Zheng hasn't come yet, maybe he's very arrogant because he finished his homework.

The bell for early self-study rang.

Gu Yuan thought to himself: Wei Zheng is too arrogant, he was late on the first day.

It was only halfway through the self-study that Wei Zheng appeared, and the way he appeared was extremely awkward. He walked in through the back door swaggeringly, without even glancing at whether the teacher was there or not.

Gu Yuan looked at Wei Zheng, and was startled and dumbfounded at the time: What's wrong with this guy's breasts...

Wei Zheng's breasts swelled up, bigger than girls' breasts.

Wei Zheng walked towards Gu Yuan, and looked back at Gu Yuan suspiciously.

Gu Yuan stretched out his hand and pinched Wei Zheng's protruding chest.

Cool, soft, bouncy.

Wei Zheng unzipped the zipper and opened the clothes, revealing two bulging inner pockets of the school uniform jacket: "Milk, do you want to drink?"

"Why did you put the milk in the pocket inside?" Gu Yuan said dumbfoundedly, "I thought you had grown breasts."

"Haha" Wei Zheng laughed a few times, "Brother Yuan, you are so dirty."

"Fuck" Gu Yuan scolded his forehead and began to laugh uncontrollably.

Wei Zheng took out two bags of Yili milk from his pocket, put one of the bags on Gu Yuan's table and returned to his seat.

"Brother Zheng, give me a drink." Seeing Wei Zheng drinking milk, Duan Xiaodong immediately asked for it.

"Go to the side, I only have this bag, what will you drink if you drink?" Wei Zheng used his teeth to bite open a small mouth on the corner of the milk bag, sucking slowly.

"Just one bite and don't buckle like that," Duan Xiaodong said.

"No." Wei Zheng bit the milk bag and spoke with difficulty.

"Give me a drink" Duan Xiaodong would grab it if he didn't arrive.

Wei Zheng and Duan Xiaodong started a fierce fight, and finally the milk bag exploded in their hands, the white liquid flowed all over the table, and sprayed onto their clothes and faces.

"Ahem, what are you doing?" Ban Ren walked in leisurely.

"Teacher, he stole my tits," Wei Zheng said.

"..."

There was a burst of laughter after a brief silence.

"Calm down, the grade directors will be here in a while," the head teacher said and left.

"No, no one cares anymore," Wei Zheng said.

He looked down at his soaked school uniform and the milk on the table, feeling a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Duan Xiaodong turned around stiffly, turned his back to Wei Zhengmao, and there seemed to be three words "don't look for me" written on his back.

Duan Xiaodong only sprayed some on his face, and his sleeves were a little wet. It's not serious, just wipe it off.

But Weizheng's trousers and clothes were wet, the point is that the crotch was soaked, and the milk was left along the edge of the table, he didn't want to care about it anymore, they were all wet anyway, and he wasn't afraid to get wet again.

When Wei Zheng was depressed, Gu Yuan came over with a rag and paper. After wiping the milk on the table with the rag, he took out the paper towel to help Wei Zheng wipe his face.

There is only one sentence in Wei Zheng's mind: Brother Yuan, I like you beyond the limit, but now I think I can like you a little more.

"What can I do with the clothes? It's too wet." Gu Yuan knelt down and wiped Wei Zheng's school uniform with a tissue.

Gu Yuan felt that there was something wrong with this posture.

Wei Zheng: "Brother Yuan, don't rub it" I'm afraid I will be hard.

Gu Yuan nodded and stood up: "Then you..."

"I'll just go and change a set," Wei Zheng said.

"That's okay." After Gu Yuan finished speaking, he cleaned up the paper balls on the floor, washed the rag and put it back on the radiator before returning to his seat.