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It cleared up for two hours in the morning, and it rained again near ten o'clock.

Mao Fei wanted to go directly to the classroom, the teaching building was close to the main entrance, so Zhuang Zhou drove the car to the corridor garden behind the building, Mao Fei was more furious than Huadan Xiaosheng last night, and covered himself tightly with an umbrella , Leave a small gap before closing the car door to whisper: "See you in the afternoon."

Zhuang Zhou smiled at him tenderly: "Yes."

"I will miss you."

Zhuang Zhou laughed out loud, "I will too."

"Don't forget to ask them both to answer the question!"

Zhuang Zhouyan obeyed. In the afternoon, after class roll call, he started random checks and asked questions. He ordered Ran Qing first and then Xia Xiaoxiao. Even the innocent Zhuang Qiang couldn't get away from sitting.

Ran Qing listened carefully to the questions, fearing that Mao Fei would not be able to answer the questions so he could secretly help him. He didn't want to end the question and let Mao Fei slip through the net.

Ran Qing secretly sighed mysteriously, leaned his head towards Mao Fei, and saw that he was scribbling a naked man in the margins of the book, he muttered, "Hello."

Mao Fei glanced at him happily, the tip of his pen kept on.

"Who is this?" Ran Qing asked again after asking, "I think you're quite handsome, aren't you afraid of being named?"

Mao Fei snorted: "I'm afraid of farts."

Ran Qing chuckled: "Then this is...your cousin?"

The man with a shirtless upper body has a gentle and handsome side face, with curvy short arcs on his cheeks depicting the shape of shaving foam. At that time, Mao Fei was standing at the door of the bathroom admiring the beautiful scenery. When he got nympho, he hugged the door frame and swung his butt indiscriminately, rubbing blindly, calling out while rubbing: "Zhuang Zhou, I want to shave too."

Zhuang Zhou laughed at him first, then looked at his egg white face, and asked, "Where is the scratch?"

"I do not care."

"Then shave and shave for you."

Only then did Mao Fei become honest, covering the chicken and hiding on the balcony to water the flowers, he was more cowardly than the mimosa.

Ran Qing stared at the graffiti carefully and hesitated, "Your cousin... has a big beard? This is too lush!"

Mao Fei said angrily, "This is shaving foam!"

"Oh." Ran Qing hesitated again, "Your cousin...seems...a bit familiar?"

Mao Fei was stunned, and immediately put a suspender nightdress on "Zhuang Zhou", but if it wasn't enough, he put on a pair of thick black sunglasses.

Ran Qing was amazed: "Absolutely, what the fuck, your match is really amazing."

Mao Fei simply turned the pages of the book, looked up again, and saw Zhuang Zhou looking at them, he immediately sat down politely, looked back with a pair of eyes begging for mercy, and acted like a good boy.

It's a pity that Ran Qing didn't have a boyfriend to cover her up, so she was called up to answer questions again.

Dazed, he was so busy talking small things, he didn't listen to anything.

Xia Xiaoxiao rushed to support, touched the same sneakers, and quietly wrote the answer on the corner of the book.

At any rate, he escaped unharmed.

As soon as Ran Qing sat down, she muttered, "Evil door."

During the class break, Mao Fei's book was taken away.

Xia Xiaoxiao was the same as Ran Qing: "Never mind, what the fuck, does your cousin know that you're playing with him like this?"

Mao Fei stretched his arms but failed to take the book back, shouting, "Both of you! Give it back to me!"

not return.

He also recruited the girls in the back row, and said to Ran Qing, "Can you show us?"

Mao Fei regretted painting this stupid crow.

The book was in Xia Xiaoxiao's hands, and he asked, "Feifei, can I give it?"

Mao Fei was desperate: "Give it! It seems that you can really see something!"

The two girls burst into laughter after seeing it, and one of them said in shock: "The face looks a bit like a butterfly, does it look like it?"

The other smacked his lips: "If you put it this way, the nose is quite similar, and the body is also quite similar."

I don't know if this can be regarded as a girl's magical sixth sense, but Mao Fei admires it so much.

"Like a ghost!" He slapped the table and diverted his attention, "And it's not creative, what kind of butterfly are flowers, isn't fafudei more vivid!"

"---Is it?"

The voice was condescending, coming from Zhuang Zhou standing behind.

The book is still open, and the graffiti can be seen at a glance.

Mao Fei recalled the embarrassing moment when Momo and his little brother Pei vomited bitterness. Just after he vomited, Zhuang Zhou came and broke his embarrassing moment of depression after giving birth. At that time, he especially wanted superpowers, time reversal, and space replacement. , amnestics, etc. to rescue him from his dire embarrassment.

Now, he needs this superpower even more than he did then.

Mao Fei was called out, and followed Zhuang Zhou out of the classroom cowardly, holding his incriminating evidence -- the book in his hand.

Ran Qing looked at their backs: "Outrageous."

Xia Xiaoxiao comforted: "I guess it's okay, you didn't look at the butterfly just now and still laughed?"

"Do you know what it means to hide a knife in a smile?"

"No way, it's fine if Mao Fei killed himself because he drew it blindly."

Ran Qing worried: "I hope you don't forget it. If this is Mr. Song, it won't be worth it with a swipe of a pen."

In the empty classroom next door.

The two stood by the first row of tables and chairs by the door, Mao Fei was leaning against the wall, in a blind spot, and he couldn't see half of him even if he looked in from the window.

Zhuang Zhou stretched out his hand for the book and said, "Student Mao Fei."

Mao Fei wailed silently, and developed an M mentality towards Zhuang Zhou, who was dressed in a suit, was a teacher, and was serious.

He turned to the page of graffiti, presented it, and whispered, "Now... is it role-playing?"

Zhuang Zhou was amused by this absurd painting, endured it, and said, "Role-playing? Am I not a teacher? Are you a student?"

Mao Fei was speechless.

"Student, do you still give the teacher a nickname?"

The class bell rang, and the bustle outside the corridor quickly disappeared.

Zhuang Zhou closed the book, put it lightly on the table, and asked, "You don't call me 'teacher' before speaking, are you so impolite?"

Mao Fei shut his mouth tightly, but shrank his buttocks, and complained in his heart, this is role-playing!

It's too engaging, stronger than the feeling of teachers and students standing on the podium and sitting at the desk.

Zhuang Zhou patted his hands casually to remove the chalk dust on his fingertips, put them in his trouser pocket again, and asked, "Don't you want to call?"

Mao Fei's legs went limp, and his cheeks quickly turned crimson.

When seeing Zhuang Mu, he also sighed that he was really a big brother, he was wrong, he was so wrong, he was so ignorant.

Mao Fei was a little dizzy, and said, "Mr. Zhuang."

He stammered and added: "I was wrong, I...I won't dare next time."

The bell stopped.

Zhuang Zhou sighed with a smile, enough teasing, he took a step closer and cupped Mao Fei's burning face: "Classmate Feifei."

Mao Fei instinctively grabbed his wrist, and the next moment, he got a kiss from Teacher Zhuang.

How to follow out of the classroom 5 minutes ago, how to follow into the classroom 5 minutes later.

Ran Qing saw that Mao Fei's face was blushing, and as soon as he sat down, he asked, "Did you kill me? Forget it?"

Xia Xiaoxiao also asked concerned: "Write a review?"

Mao Fei felt like an omega in heat/estrus, being overwhelmed by his alpha pheromones, and he was still passing through weak electric currents, converging in his heart for a while, and converging in his lower abdomen for a while, as if he was about to orgasm up.

He shook his head and responded, "It's okay."

Ran Qing sized him up, and was about to question him again, when he was called again, and together with Xia Xiaoxiao, he was put on the blackboard to do the questions.

Ran Qing couldn't bear it anymore and needed to bear it any longer, she sincerely said with her lips, "Day! What are you doing!"

After 45 minutes, get out of class is over.

Ran Qing swore that the seat he occupied today was very unlucky, it was almost metaphysical, he didn't stay for a while, and went to the gymnasium after swearing at Xia Xiaoxiao.

Mao Fei, who was alone, took another staircase to avoid the teacher's office area.

It's a pity that you can avoid Teacher Zhuang, but you can't avoid Deputy Commissioner Zhuang.

Zhuang Qiangtian descended to his side and said, "I have found a part-time job, and I will start tonight."

At this speed, Mao Fei praised him: "What are you doing?"

"Work as a tally clerk in a supermarket. They are recruiting for a long time, and you can come too. Will you come?"

"No, I'm not short of money, and I don't want to join the Hanfu Society."

Zhuang Qiang didn't seem to hear: "Come on, let's go together."

The old Mao Fei subway man looked at Zhuang Qiang: "No. My cousin has two kittens, cuter than thieves!"

The old man Zhuang Qiang looked at Feifei: "Cuter than a thief?"

"...It means cute."

"Oh. That's just right. We work part-time together and commute together. I buy Hanfu and you buy cat food."

"I mean! If I have that time, I'm going to pet the cat!" Mao Fei was overwhelmed and wanted to hit him on the head with a book. "And I've finished researching the poster for the gym. I'm going to sign up for Zumba."

"Zumba?" A picture flashed in Zhuang Qiang's head. Brazilian beauties in bikinis and exaggerated feather headdresses or wings were unrestrained and passionate. He pursed his lips and swallowed, guessing, " Samba?"

Mao Fei was too lazy to explain to him, and said a little weakly: "Zumba."

When I left the teaching building, it was raining like last night, and the sky was gray.

The two held umbrellas and were a little far apart.

Zhuang Qiang is not discouraged: "You sign up to go to the gym is exercise, and you work part-time tallying is also exercise, one spends money and the other makes money."

It seems quite reasonable.

Mao Fei annoyed him: "I'm happy to spend my own money, my weekly—"

It’s hard to stop, the weekly resident singing is of course not for nothing, he asked: "How much do you pay per day? Is it daily or monthly?"

"Eighty a day, from six to ten in the evening, once a month."

Then resolutely don't go, little brother Pei is stingy, and the salary is still very generous. He sings one night and goes to tally Zhuang Qiang for four days.

I don't know if Brother Pei is healthy or not. Didn't I say that I haven't seen him for two or three months? How intense is it?

Mao Fei needed both books and an umbrella, so he took out his mobile phone with difficulty and sent a message: Brother Pei[/kiss].

Zhuang Qiang was unhappy: "Hey, talk, suddenly ignore people? What's wrong with you every week?"

Mao Fei looked at him affectionately: "My cousin said that he often travels on business, and asked me to help him pet his cat every week. Once, it costs three hundred."

The rain fell mercilessly.

Speechless for a while.

Mao Fei reflected on whether he was too exciting, and was thinking incongruously when the screen turned on.

Pei Li: Tell me.

For a second, Zhuang Qiang was left behind, and the book was tucked under his arm. Mao Fei happily replied: I miss you, you are so kind!

Pei Li: [Fuck you.gif]

Feifei: [Launch Xinxin.gif] Are you okay?

Pei Li: OK.

Feifei: You're so cold, it makes me wonder if you are my little brother Pei or Zhuang Zhou's brother?

Pei Li: [picture]

Mao Fei didn't pay attention to what Zhuang Qiang said next to him. He clicked on the picture and saw Zhuang Zhou's elder brother with his upper body naked, holding a kitchen knife and cutting potatoes in front of the glazed table.

There is a watermark in the corner of the photo, and the time display is the present.

Damn, it really is two brothers from the same family.

Mao Fei blushed and his heart beat, looking at the photo, he thought of Zhuang Zhou, and thought that he also washed his hands and cooked for himself in this dress.

Mao Fei held his breath and zoomed in on the photo. It was too sentimental. There were many fresh scratches on Zhuang Mu's shoulders and arms. If he wanted to greet him, his little brother Pei must have deep red and light pink marks all over his body. Look at Zhuang Mu's body again. The raised eyes and lips are obviously very happy!

Mao Fei tapped the screen again to exit the photo, and there was a new message from Pei Li in the chat box: he is not available.

Pei Li: I'm going to make potato soup and puff pastry.

Pei Li: I'll be in charge of kneading the dough later, so I don't have time to talk to you.

Pei Li: So I'm a good boy, are you alright?

Zhuang Qiang was very upset when he saw that he was treated like air, he urged: "Mao Fei!"

Mao Fei yelled at him: "Don't talk! You wait a moment! I have something urgent!"

After yelling, he bit his lip, breathing heavily, couldn't type well with one hand, and was afraid that his voice would be released by Mr. Zhuang Mu, and asked Zhuang Mu to listen. He thought of converting voice to text, so he pressed down and said, "I have something to worry about. , I feel uncomfortable, I don't believe it!"

It’s been sent, and it’s okay, that’s right, typos.

Zhuang Qiang was frightened by his sad tone, thinking that something happened to him, he hurriedly asked, "Mao Fei, what's wrong?"

Mao Fei shook his head, feeling blocked.

Zhuang Qiang frowned, reached out and patted him over the umbrella: "Hello!"

With this beat, the book caught in the crook of his arm was about to fall, but Mao Fei didn't have time to catch it, and splashed into the rainwater all over the floor.

But he couldn't control it.

He saw Pei Li send a sentence that made him feel very sad: stupid, very contented.