I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

Today's short meeting with his mother made Yang Xiaofeng think a lot, and it cannot be said that he has completely let go of the past, especially since he clearly knows that he will never see such a vivid mother again.

The spell that strips the other party's spiritual power is at the cost of one's own spiritual power.As much as you have, the other party will have less.

Besides, he didn't know whether he could succeed or not.

Thinking of this, there was still a touch of sadness in his heart.

But he turned over on the bed, thinking that what Liu Yue said was not unreasonable.He stretched out his head, poked down, and saw Ji Songze sitting cross-legged on his chair, arguing silently with Fei Siqi.

Or he was unilaterally teaching Fei Siqi a lesson.

If you don't make a sound, you are afraid of disturbing yourself.Yang Xiaofeng smiled, lay back on the bed and turned over.

"It's so cold today." Qiu Luo complained while crawling on the bed.

"Yes, yes," the fat man echoed, "It seems that our place is very cold. I just went to the next door, and it is much warmer than our place."

"Close the window. Maybe it's windy."

Yang Xiaofeng listened to the roommate's conversation, and knew that it was because two ghosts had entered the dormitory today. When he thought that he recruited the two ghosts, he felt a little guilty, so he pulled up the quilt and pressed it tightly. The quilt covered the lower half of his face.

Ji Songze also heard them talking, and came up to ask Yang Xiaofeng if he was cold, but saw Yang Xiaofeng lying on his side facing the wall, the quilt was pulled high, and the whole person was rolled up in the quilt, as if it was extremely cold.He felt sad, stroked his hair, and said softly: "Put another quilt on, it's cold today."

Yang Xiaofeng shook his head and said softly, "It's not cold."

Ji Songze smiled helplessly, and rubbed his head again, thinking that it would be great if he could help him add a quilt himself.

Not long after, Fei Siqi walked through the glass window to the balcony with a sad and indignant expression of "what did I do wrong?" Through the thin curtains, he could be seen squatting down silently, hugging him tightly. Knee, looking extremely wronged.

"Yeah, it's much warmer with the windows closed."

"Yeah, much better than before."

Ji Songze went up to take a look again. Yang Xiaofeng didn't want to be wrapped up so tightly just now, and his neck was exposed. Ji Songze called his name lightly, and he murmured "um" in a daze, as if he was about to fall asleep.

Only then did Ji Songze feel relieved, and sat down with satisfaction.

The bed at school was not as comfortable as the one at home, but Yang Xiaofeng fell asleep soon after being tired.

For Yang Xiaofeng, this was a rare and peaceful night.

Yang Xiaofeng's biological clock is used to getting up early, especially now that he is still in school. When he naturally wakes up the next day, his roommates are still soundly asleep.

He got up on tiptoe, the dormitory manager didn't check the hygiene today, and he didn't fold the quilt, so he got out of bed directly.

Walking to the table and looking at Ji Songze sitting on the chair with his head hanging down, still asleep, he couldn't help smiling, wondering how many times Ji Songze could see him like this again.

But thinking about it, Ji Songze will be like him in the future, which is obviously a good thing.

"What do you think?"

Just as Yang Xiaofeng squeezed the toothpaste, Ji Songze had already walked to his side.He had just woken up, his voice was still a little hoarse, and Yang Xiaofeng trembled for no reason when he whispered in his ear.

"Don't make trouble, just brush your teeth."

Just woke up, Yang Xiaofeng was still wearing pajamas, a thin layer was loosely attached to his body, Ji Songze's hand gently wrapped his arms around his waist, and kneaded it a few times ambiguously.

Yang Xiaofeng took a step aside to avoid it: "Don't, it's cold in the morning."

Ji Songze smiled: "I've kissed you before, don't be shy."

Yang Xiaofeng only focused on brushing his teeth, looked at the pool, and ignored him.

Ji Songze took a step up, hugged him from behind, and moved his lips around the back of his neck, and said softly, "How about you warm me up?"

"Wait, let go." Yang Xiaofeng rinsed his mouth casually, spit out the foam, and slipped out of his arms anxiously.

Something is on top of him. Hey.

Yang Xiaofeng thought that he was obviously a spirit body, and it was unscientific to be able to react.

Ji Songze looked innocent: "It's morning."

"Morning Xiaofeng."

This hall is full of students from the same major. They have classes in the morning, and now they are getting up one after another. Someone walked up to him sleepily and said good morning to him.

Seeing someone coming, Ji Songze let go for fear of Yang Xiaofeng's embarrassment, and pecked lightly on the side of his face.

The classmates couldn't see Ji Songze, but only saw Yang Xiaofeng's ears turned red, he poured a few handfuls of cold water on his face, shook his face with water drops, and went back with his head down.

Back in the dormitory, Fei Siqi half-passed through the glass window, blinking his eyes and trying to get in.

"Oops." As soon as Yang Xiaofeng entered the door, he saw this scene that looked like a horror movie, so he hid back in fright, and bumped into Ji Songze.

Ji Songze reached out to catch him, and wanted to make fun of him again, but when he looked up at Fei Siqi, his eyes suddenly became sharp again.

"No, I'll just ask you guys, what's going on with Xiaosha."

"I don't know, what she likes." Ji Songze replied impatiently. Yang Xiaofeng wanted to add a few words, but was persuaded by Ji Songze, "Your roommate is still sleeping."

"Forget it, he's not wrong." Yang Xiaofeng felt that this was not good, so he reminded Ji Songze softly.

"His girlfriend is at fault."

"Forget it, forget it."

Yang Xiaofeng stopped Ji Songze and signaled Fei Siqi to come in quickly.

The more Ji Songze looked at it, the more he felt that Zhen Fei Siqi was not pleasing to the eye, and thought that even if Mo Chensha was aside, it would be a hindrance just because he stood between the two of them.

Fei Siqi came in, rubbed the hem of his clothes and stood aside, wondering whether he should go up and talk to Yang Xiaofeng.

Yang Xiaofeng rubbed his head, looked at the textbooks on the shelf and thought: Hey, where are my English books?

When Yang Xiaofeng went out, his roommate had just gotten up, so he had to go to eat alone.

"Wow, your school cafeteria is so big?"

"It's okay. Auntie, eight meat buns, pack them separately, thank you."

Yang Xiaofeng was carrying four bags of breakfast, and he didn't forget to take a look at his phone. One night passed, and neither Luo Dadi nor Mo Chensha replied to his message.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom, he put down his things and called Mo Chensha first.

The phone was connected, and there were two beeps, but it was cut off by the other side.

Yang Xiaofeng persistently kept calling back, and finally got through on the eighth call.

"Hello, Xiaofeng?"

The person who answered the phone was Luo Dadi, and Yang Xiaofeng could still hear Mo Chensha shouting: "Don't answer!"

"Stop making trouble." The voice was a little quieter, probably because Luo Dadi took the phone away and scolded Mo Chensha for a few words before he picked it up: "Xiaofeng, what's wrong?"

"You let her pick it up."

"Well, okay..."

There was a lot of noise over there before Mo Chensha finally received the call and said "Hello" angrily.

"Your boyfriend has something to tell you."

"I don't want to listen to you," Mo Chensha seemed angry, "I want to hear him tell me, I want him to tell me himself. I don't want to listen to a word you say."

"Hmm..." Yang Xiaofeng paused, "It was he himself who told you."

Mo Chensha hung up the phone with a "snap".

"Ah, that's right." Yang Xiaofeng looked at the phone and shrugged, then looked up at Fei Siqi, "She thinks you're dead. She probably thinks I'm playing tricks on her."

"Forget it, leave her alone." Ji Songze pulled Yang Xiaofeng to his side, "Xiaofeng, you have done a good job."

"Hey... I told her well before I knew about it." Yang Xiaofeng muttered.

While talking, Mo Chensha called again.

"What is this girl doing?" Yang Xiaofeng was puzzled, and before answering the phone, Mo Chensha said bluntly: "Are you serious?"

"of course it's true."

"Don't lie to me?"

"Why lie to you?"

"I bullied you when I was a child."

"Ah, you finally know about this."

"Are you going to take revenge?"

"Don't believe me." Yang Xiaofeng lost the patience to pester her, and was about to hang up the phone.

"No, I believe it."

"Eleven o'clock at night. In front of the library."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaofeng lay down on the table exhausted, and couldn't help lamenting: "Hey, I'm so tired. It's obviously me helping her, but why does it look like I'm begging her."

"It's not safe so late." Ji Songze persuaded.

"Isn't it with you?"

The dormitory is locked at eleven o'clock. Generally, there will be no one in the school after this time. Yang Xiaofeng specially made an appointment at this time to avoid people's eyes and ears.

Mo Chensha came from a distance holding a cigarette, and seeing Yang Xiaofeng sitting alone on the steps in front of the library, he threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, pointed at him and cursed: "Fuck, I knew you I want a dirty old lady."

Yang Xiaofeng rolled his eyes, and patted a piece of talisman paper on Fei Siqi's body, and Fei Siqi's whole body suddenly emitted a yellow light.

Surprised and suspicious, Mo Chensha took a step back. Seeing a figure slowly emerge, she stretched out her hand with trembling lips, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yang Xiaofeng clapped his hands, got up and said, "10 minutes, please keep the long story short."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Ji Songze aside to avoid looking at them.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" Ji Songze hooked his shoulder, "Actually, we don't have to meet each other."

Yang Xiaofeng shook his head, tilted his head and rubbed against Ji Songze's arm: "I just thought that they will never see each other again, so they should have something to say."

"Why don't you go and see?"

"You don't want to be seen by others when you talk between lovers." Yang Xiaofeng frowned, "I don't want to be seen when I whisper to you."

Hearing this, Ji Songze narrowed his eyes with a smile, leaned into his ear and said, "When I talk to you, others can't see it."

After speaking, he licked his earlobe restlessly.

"Cold." Yang Xiaofeng was a little shy and turned his head slightly.

"I didn't see you avoiding it either." Ji Songze wanted to go further, but was resisted by Yang Xiaofeng.

"Can I wait until later?"

Ji Songze was slightly taken aback: "After what?"

"Well, next Wednesday is suitable for resurrection, wait until after that."

"Suitable for resurrection? Have you checked the almanac?"

"This is not written in the almanac."

Ji Songze thought about last night, he felt sorry for Yang Xiaofeng's exhaustion, but he couldn't take care of him, he felt very uncomfortable.

Bet on it.

Ji Songze didn't want Yang Xiaofeng to be so optimistic. Deep down in his heart, he still felt that there was a certain risk in this matter.

But today, no matter how uneasy he is willing to give it a try.

Ji Songze supported Yang Xiaofeng's shoulder, and looked at him deeply for a long time. Yang Xiaofeng felt uncomfortable under his gaze, and opened his mouth slightly to ask a question, but Ji Songze stopped him.

The tongue was caught by Ji Songze, and he rolled it lingeringly. During the sucking and sucking, the two chased each other tenderly by instinct, and were inseparable for a while.

Ji Songze's breathing became heavier and his attack became more violent.Yang Xiaofeng was almost out of breath, stretched out his hand and pushed the opponent away, bit his fingers and took several deep breaths, then said: "They are almost over, go and have a look."

"Okay." Ji Songze knew that he was rushing in, nodded and said yes, and walked over with him.

The author has something to say: tomorrow at ten o'clock