If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi, sitting on the chair, was a little shy.

The roots of his ears hidden under his hair turned red.

But at this time, Zhong An lowered his head and kissed the instep.

Song Chuyi was so nervous that his instep was arched and his toes were curled up uncomfortably.

"Enough, enough."

He wanted to withdraw his foot, but Zhong An held it tightly.

Zhong An's grip was so strong that he couldn't move at all as his calf was held.

Instead, a red mark was left on the delicate skin.

Zhong An raised his head. The thick glasses covered his overly sharp eyes, making him look clumsy and dull.

"Don't you want feet?"

He seemed like he hadn't spoken for a long time, so he spoke very slowly.

The voice was also a little hoarse, like an old bellows being forced to pull.

Song Chuyi bit his lip lightly.

The two of them are very loving together, but with so many people watching, how could he really let him kiss his feet!

He supported himself on the table with one hand, tilted his head slightly, and hummed softly.

"Just because you want to?"

Arrogance and arrogance crept into his eyes.

"Never."

As he said this, he kicked Zhong An on the shoulder.

After quickly retracting his foot, he stepped on a chair beside him.

The rolled-up trouser legs could not hide the slender and white calves, nor could they hide the trace of marks.

The red marks blossomed on the fair skin with a tragic beauty. Someone swallowed his saliva.

"Why reward him?"

Someone whispered.

This thought occurred to almost everyone.

Why should Zhong An be rewarded? He is obviously the last one.

But () kicking is indeed an extremely insulting behavior.

Song Chuyi did not break the rules, and Zhong An did not break the rules either.

But inexplicably, no one felt the same pleasure as before when seeing the last person being bullied.

They were even a little jealous.

Jealous of Zhong An who could leave red marks on the transfer student’s calves.

If it were them, they would definitely not want to leave any marks on that fair skin.

No, or maybe they will go even further.

The ceremony ended in this eerie atmosphere.

The bell rang and everyone returned to their seats.

Song Chuyi also came down from the table.

The teacher had already arrived, and he didn't have time to put on his shoes, so he could only step on the sneakers on the ground.

The subject taught this time was advanced mathematics, and the teacher was a slightly fat male teacher.

He looks fierce, has a lisp when he speaks, and doesn't speak very clearly in lectures.

But Song Chuyi still listened attentively.

Suddenly I felt a chill coming from my ankles.

He looked down and saw Zhong An half-kneeling, holding his ankles and putting his socks on his feet.

Song Chuyi:? ? ?

After Zhong An helped him put on his shoes, he stood up and sat up.

At this moment, the teacher on the stage suddenly noticed Zhong An's little action and asked sternly, "What are you doing?"

"Come up and answer this question."

Zhong An stood up and walked to the podium with his head lowered.

He picked up the white chalk and raised his hand for a long time without moving.

Song Chuyi felt even more strange.

Zhong An is a genius in science and engineering. It’s understandable that a genius can’t speak English, so how come he can’t even do advanced mathematics?

"Teacher." He raised his hand. "I'm very interested in this question. How about I solve it?"

The teacher glanced at him and seemed to know that he was a place name, and his expression looked better.

"Come up and solve it."

Song Chuyi walked up, picked up the chalk, and quickly wrote down three solutions.

"Teacher, I have finished solving it."

The teacher nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad."

"Deserves to be number one."

"You guys go down."

Zhong An still stood there without moving.

Seeing that he didn't move, Song Chuyi walked over, tugged at his shirt, and whispered, "Why are you still standing there?"

The tone was a bit fierce.

Zhong An then took action. He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Song Chuyi.

Then he walked down from the podium first.

Song Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief and followed his steps back to his seat.

There was no in-class test in this advanced mathematics class and the class went relatively smoothly.

After the bell rang, it was break time. Song Chuyi took this opportunity to look at the class schedule.

College students’ schedule is not full. Except for two classes on Monday, there is only one class a day on other days, which seems very relaxing.

Today happened to be Monday, so he had two classes in a row.

After the advanced mathematics class, I have nothing to do today.

Song Chuyi planned to take a walk around the school.

He originally planned to invite Zhong An to join him, but in the blink of an eye Zhong An disappeared.

I don't know where he went.

He could only go out for a walk by himself.

Yumiao University is so huge that it almost feels like you can’t get to the end.

In addition to several teaching buildings, there are also two student dormitories.

But what surprised Song Chuyi was that this student dormitory only had boys' dormitories and no girls' dormitories.

No, it should be said that there are only boys in the entire Yu Miao University.

Is this a boys' school?

With this doubt in mind, Song Chuyi walked to the school gate.

He planned to buy some food from a stall outside the school.

As I walked to the door, someone patted my shoulder.

It was the student who dragged him to Class A today.

Song Chuyi remembered his name, Lou Guanghai.

Lou Guanghai was so thin that his cheeks were sunken.

His cheekbones were very prominent, making his entire face look dry. He didn't look like a human, but more like a zombie.

Song Chuyi touched his arm and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You can't get out." Lou Guanghai stared at him dimly, repeating, "You can't get out."

"Can't get out."

The sound was like that of an old fan, running with difficulty.

Song Chuyi scratched his head, "Are college students so strictly controlled?"

There are still schools that don’t allow college students to leave the campus?

Is it because this is a boys' school?

"You can't get out." Lou Guanghai kept repeating this sentence.

"Okay, okay." Song Chuyi waved his hand, "If you don't want to go out, then don't go out."

"Then do you know where the cafeteria is? I'm a little hungry."

Lou Guanghai suddenly stopped repeating the words, and his pupils turned dark.

Song Chuyi tilted his head, "You don't know?"

"I know." Lou Guanghai said and suddenly walked forward.

Song Chuyi hurriedly followed him.

Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the cafeteria.

There were very few people in the cafeteria and there was only one window for serving food.

Lou Guanghai walked to the window first, and his face appeared on the screen next to him. After scanning it, a number popped up - 13.

Then a serving of vegetables and white rice was automatically delivered to Lou Guanghai.

Lou Guanghai seemed to have gotten used to such a dinner and picked it up numbly.

When it was Song Chuyi's turn, a number quickly appeared on the screen - 1.

A delicious meal automatically popped up in the window, including sweet and sour spare ribs, braised lion head, and salt-baked prawns.

There was even a dessert and fruit.

As abundant as you want.

Song Chuyi picked up the plate and looked back.

I don't know when Zhong An appeared.