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When I came out of the counselor's office, the afterglow of the setting sun was gone, and the night was slowly falling.

Zhuang Qiang also had a strong curiosity about that oil painting and wanted to see it.

Mao Fei promised him: "I will show it to you when I go back to the dormitory, and I also agreed to treat you to soy milk, rice porridge and tofu brain."

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Qiang still refused: "If you don't drink, your mouth will be soft when you eat people."

"You man," Mao Fei was so choked that he didn't know what to say, and cursed, "Why are you so far away from the road!"

"Across the road? What do you mean?"

"Stubborn! The shaft is very strong!"

Zhuang Qiang said "Oh", "That's because I have more principles than you."

Mao Fei felt it. Even if Zhuang Qiang helped him this time, the two of them still had nothing to say.

Back in the dormitory, Mao Fei took off the half-broken golden lock and put it back in the drawer. Zhuang Qiang stood aside and waited. He chatted, "What kind of wine did you and your cousin drink?"

Mao Fei didn't pay attention: "What wine?"

"Peach blossom wine? I saw the Moments you posted, and you said you want to be greedy."

Mao Fei: "..."

Mao Fei took out the painting to help him: "Here, here it is."

Zhuang Qiang approached, just when Mao Fei's cell phone rang, he took it out and saw the two characters "Zhuang Zhou" on the caller, so scared that he swiped to answer it quickly, for fear of being seen by Zhuang Qiang.

"Hey?"

"Fei Fei."

My ears are burning. Is it really okay to be a teacher and call students by nicknames?

Mao Fei thought wildly, hid on the balcony and poked the hole in the screen window: "What are you doing?"

"Have you arrived at the dormitory?"

"arrive."

Zhuang Zhou rolled down the car window: "I'm at the back door of the school, a black Mercedes-Benz, and I'm the only car parked here."

Mao Fei "Huh?" he couldn't think about it: "Is, just in the car?"

Maybe Zhuang Zhou was confused by the question. After a few seconds of silence on the phone, there was a chuckle: "Feifei, what are you thinking?"

Think car shock.

With hopeless force, Mao Fei pierced that innocent little/hole with his fingertips.

Zhuang Zhou looked towards the lit dormitory buildings, not knowing which one lived on the second floor of the person he was thinking of.

"I'll wait for you," Zhuang Zhou said, "I'm not in the car. I'll take you to Berwin."

His ears were burning hot, and Mao Fei gave an annoyed "hmm": "I'll come right away."

Hanging up the phone, pulling his finger out of the screen window, Mao Fei turned around to see that Zhuang Qiang was still holding his painting fascinated. He walked over and asked while searching for transparent glue in the drawer: "Is it good? It caused such a long period of time." A series of tragedies."

Zhuang Qiang murmured: "It looks good."

After finding the transparent tape, Mao Fei took another utility knife and went back to the window, cut twelve strips of adhesive tape and stuck them on the window sill for later use. .

After posting the work, Mao Fei turned his head to look at himself in the mirror, and saw a nympho face, his mouth was pursed and bulging, and his eyes couldn't hide his joy.

Going to Berwin, the body seems to have not recovered, can you bear it?

Do you want to say it first, only do it once, and be gentle, after all, you have to come back tonight to write a review, and you can't stay out all night again.

etc!Mao Fei rubbed his face.

It's really exciting. I met a teacher on a date. Not only did I not draw a clear line on the day I lost my horse, but I did it again while it was hot?

Damn, it's even more exciting to think about it that way.

Mao Fei took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. His text message "we have to have a serious talk" was not empty talk, but a real talk.

Zhuang Qiang finally finished appreciating it, and said sincerely: "I have changed my opinion of you a little bit, Mao Fei. I usually see that you are careless and ignorant. It turns out that you still have such a delicate skill of drawing."

Manxin Huaichun was half-cooled by this call, and Mao Fei exploded: "Why am I so ignorant!"

Zhuang Qiang gave him the painting and put it back into the painting bag: "Let's go to the cafeteria to eat together."

"No! Go by yourself!"

"Let's go, let's go together."

Mao Fei confirmed that he was still annoying him, and was about to say something more when a text message popped up on his phone.

Zhuang Zhou: Take the book with you. After two classes, I will make up for you.

Full of Huaichun was completely chilled by this text message... Go to Bowen, make up lessons?

Mao Fei: I'm ignorant, I don't want to make up.

Zhuang Zhou: Make up for it.

This message seemed to be sent in the tone of a teacher. Mao Fei obeyed and collected the black and yellow waste in his head by the way. He watched Zhuang Qiang go out with his meal card, waited for about half a minute, and waited patiently. Exhausted, holding "Western Economics" and impatiently dispatched.

The night was solemn, and a black car was parked under the dim streetlights at the back gate of the school.

The car was very warm, and Mao Fei was sitting in the passenger seat loosening his scarf. He ran, his bangs were raised, and a thin layer of sweat dripped from his neck.

Zhuang Zhou turned up the temperature and turned down the air conditioner, and called him a nickname: "Feifei."

Mao Fei swallowed a mouthful, moistening his throat that was blown by the cold wind, and then dodged the salty pig's hand that touched him: "I have something to say first."

Zhuang Zhou curled his lips into a smile, the corners of his lips were so curved, and his smile was so beautiful.

Mao Fei was a little nympho, and the hand that was avoided did not take back, and stroked his messy hair.

Zhuang Zhou asked, "What are you talking about?"

"That is, after leaving the school, the identities of teachers and students are automatically eliminated, and we are just what we met in the bar."

Zhuang Zhou pretended not to understand: "Then what?"

Mao Fei saw him through: "Well, that's all."

Zhuang Zhou didn't say anything, and leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt. Mao Fei muttered, "I can fasten it myself."

The lip was pecked.

Softer and faster than a kiss in a small locker.

Zhuang Zhou still smiled so beautifully, he said: "Listen to you."

The car drove away from the school, turned a few turns, and merged into the long street full of traffic.

It was quiet in the carriage, only the mechanical female voice of the navigation was guiding the way.

Mao Feixin had seen enough of the street scene, turned his head to look at Zhuang Zhou: "You said that you are here to help a friend on a business trip, and you are here to help Teacher Song?"

Zhuang Zhou glanced at him, then looked back to the front, the smile in his eyes never seemed to disappear: "Well, half term, if he goes well, he may come back early."

"That day, I first saw you enter MOMO, and then I saw Teacher Song. I was so scared that I dared to go on stage to sing in a different outfit that night." Mao Fei recalled, "Brother Pei said, you went to the bar to see me." ,Yeah?"

Zhuang Zhou didn't answer the main point, but asked instead: "Why are you afraid? Are you a bar singer?"

"Sing casually, go on Tuesdays, Thursdays and weekends, just to earn some pocket money."

"Is it because the school doesn't allow resident singing?"

"I don't know, it shouldn't be so strict," Mao Fei guessed, "but the bar doesn't sound like a place for students to go, so except for my two roommates, no one else knows that I'm a resident singer."

Zhuang Zhou thought to himself, if he really wanted to invite Song Yusong to have another drink, such a great fate would not be possible without his unintentional matchmaking.

"I went to the bar to see you."

Mao Fei's heart was lifted.

"You sing very well. It's the voice I've been looking for for a long time."

Mao Fei's heart trembled, looking for a voice for a long time?Is it love at first sight?Or stand-in?Instead of body but voice?

My heart was still puzzled, but I heard a rhetorical question: "Do you like Zhu Ming?"

Mao Fei exploded immediately: "No!"

There is a traffic jam ahead, and there is a long dark red bar in the navigation.

Zhuang Zhou stretched out his hand to hold him, and rubbed his fingertips to play with each other. He said, "At least I like it during the winter vacation for half a month."

Mao Fei felt resentful, bent and straightened his fingers, and stroked them into Zhuang Zhou's palm.

"Yes, but my liking comes and goes quickly. Once he turns bad, I don't like him anymore, otherwise I definitely can't bear to watch him worry and force him like this." Mao Fei recalled the The picture, "He's miserable, he certainly didn't expect it to be such a big mess, and I didn't expect it either."

Zhuang Zhou said, "He is the one who reaps the fruit."

"Yes, but..." Mao Fei thought of Xia Xiaoxiao's dormitory poisoning conspiracy theory, and narrowed his eyes, "But if he goes black just like that, I think it's me who hurt him so badly, will he come to revenge on me? ?”

Zhuang Zhou also narrowed his eyes.

Mao Fei stopped holding hands, he froze, he was fantasizing crazily: "Are you really coming to the dormitory to poison? Or kidnapping? Or spread my gender male like male on the school intranet?"

The traffic moved forward slowly, and Zhuang Zhou was also taken away from his thoughts.

"I'm an ordinary grassroots person. The only reason I have is resident singing and being gay, and resident singing is not necessarily strictly prohibited by school regulations. As for being gay..." Mao Fei looked at Zhuang Zhou as he spoke, and paused. "Oh, Wei San, and the third point, I made an appointment with my substitute teacher."

Zhuang Zhou laughed lightly when he was provoked, and said, "You should be worried about this, but you don't have to worry about it."

This is the topic that Mao Fei wants to talk about seriously tonight.

He withdrew his hand, turned around and faced Zhuang Zhou: "What shall we do in the future?"

Zhuang Zhou asked: "If this is not the case, what would you do according to your original idea?"

"Probably...probably text you on the weekend."

Feeling suffocated after speaking, Mao Fei suppressed his embarrassment and asked, "What about you?"

The mottled stream of light on the street penetrated into the car, and Mao Fei was expecting a long-awaited answer.

"I will wait for you, and I will also go to MOMO. If I can't find you, I will open three bottles of Lafite and ask the boss for your phone number."

Mao Fei held it back for a few seconds, but he didn't hold it back, and laughed silly: "Do you like being taken advantage of so much?"

"Then open three more bottles of Lafite and ask for your address. I think the bar owner will definitely sell you to me."

Mao Fei laughed, grabbed Zhuang Zhou's arm, and realized that he was driving, so he couldn't fool around, so he let go of his hand again, still giggling, and said, "I've never been missed so much by anyone. How pitiful, the first person who missed me so much turned out to be my one-night stand."

Zhuang Zhou also laughed, and rubbed and squeezed the balls of his hands that had caught him: "Have you ever had a boyfriend before?"

"Yes, but the pictures are fresh. One month is short, and half a year is long. People simulate the college entrance examination for five years in three years. I have five boyfriends in high school for three years. They are more difficult to serve than one. Later, I became more desperate. , I even thought about it straight away, what kind of gay is it so bad.”

Zhuang Zhou listened to him with a smile, and sighed sincerely: "Three years of high school, five."

Mao Fei was also quite embarrassed: "I'm curious."

Then asked: "What about you? You are already 27, you must have talked about it?"

Zhuang Zhou said "Yes": "One, we are together in the sophomore year, and we will be separated when the second year of graduate school is about to graduate."

His tone was bland, and compared with Mao Fei's groaning pouring beans, it was even more bland.

Mao Fei didn't know how to answer the conversation, what's more, he suddenly realized that friends in sex don't need to know too much about each other, right?

Been someone else's boyfriend, never been someone else's friend with benefits, unfamiliar.

The traffic finally pulled out of the congested road, Mao Fei also turned back and sat upright, letting Zhuang Zhou drive properly.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to find Pei Li for advice.

Feifei: Brother Pei, come out and listen to gossip!

At 06:30 in the evening, before the Qing Bar got busy, Pei Li replied in seconds.

Pei Li: Tell me.

Feifei: The invincible handsome guy I dated is my teacher Song's substitute teacher!

Pei Li: My laughter resounded throughout MOMO.

Zhuang Zhou also came to talk to him: "Back to Zhu Ming, what if he really revenges you?"

Mao Fei put down his mobile phone and pouted: "I don't know. And it's not necessarily true. Isn't he in the second semester of his junior year? There are many things that are busy enough for him. I hope he will choose to forget me!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed, "Let it be as it is?"

Mao Fei said "hmm" and saw Pei Li come back after laughing: Please tell me in detail the scene when you met again.

Feifei: He is so gentle, but I am stupid.

Pei Li: Tsk tsk, where are you now?

Feifei: In his car, I’m so brave, right? We’re driving towards Berwyn.

Pei Li: Do it again? !

Pei Li: What?The teacher-student relationship makes you feel particularly exciting, doesn't it?

Feifei: I’m going to make up lessons!

Pei Li: Oh, how can I make it up?Understand?If you understand it, move it once, if you don’t understand it, move it twice, make up the lesson and then replenish your kidneys, how much ejaculation have you learned?

Mao Fei's Tianling Gai is smoking, what kind of sentimental speech is this!

Feifei: I’m here to ask you, when you’re a girlfriend, you only ask if you’re happy, not whether you’re hungry, cold or sleepy, right?

Pei Li: You make me hard to understand.

Feifei: You make me very anxious!

Feifei: How to control the speed of being a sex friend?

Pei Li: Don't be sure, as long as it's comfortable, don't worry about it?

Pei Li: Fucking and caring, that's a boyfriend, Fucking and not caring, that's a friend with benefits.

Feifei: [/狗头] It is indeed right to ask you.

Mao Fei was holding his mobile phone, his mind fluttering, all because of the make-up scene.

Zhuang Zhou called him twice, but he didn't answer, still having orgasm in his head.

Suddenly, he came back to his senses, moved his fingertips slightly, exited from Pei Li's dialog box, and clicked into his Dream Interpretation Master.

Feifei: [Gong Xi Fa Cai, good luck]

Ding dong.

Feifei: Are you there?

Ding dong.

Feifei: Can you do the math for me?

Ding dong.

Mao Fei frowned, and the three ding dongs all came from the mobile phone that was navigating, suppressing the mechanical female voice.

Mao Fei shivered and did not believe in evil.

Feifei:?

Ding dong.

After sending, Mao Fei stared at the screen of the mobile phone. The moment he saw the pop-up window, he felt dizzy.

Zhuang Zhou laughed and said, "I heard you want to tell a fortune teller?"