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After a week of continuous rain after the Waking of Insects, it finally cleared up today.

The clouds were washed thoroughly, the air was unbelievably good, the sun was shining golden during the day, the stars were shining at night, and the temperature rose straight to eighteen degrees within a day.

Mao Fei was wearing a light gray sportswear and sitting in the co-pilot. If you look closely, you can see some cat hair sticking to his chest. He was excited and continued to be excited. He embraced Huadan and Xiaosheng before going out.

Zhuang Zhou was also happy for him: "I'll feed the two of them some snacks when I come back in the evening, and I'll be sure that I'm well acquainted in the future."

The twinkling starlight fell into Mao Fei's eyes, shining brightly and full of anticipation. Mao Fei sighed many times: "It's so soft, it doesn't seem to have any bones, and it sounds nice, and I want to hug it, I want to hug it all the time."

Zhuang Zhou laughed lightly. Are these words referring to himself? He said, "Feifei."

"Huh?" Mao Fei looked at him, and sighed again without any hesitation, "Oh---, I am so happy, you are so nice, you are so handsome, you still like me, and now your cat also likes me Yes, I am so complete."

Zhuang Zhou stretched out his hand to hold him, and his tone was gentle and full of joy: "It's not because you have great skills."

Arrived at the city square, parked the car, and the two walked towards the gym on the first floor.

Zhuang Zhou was also in sportswear. He said he wanted to watch Mao Fei dance Zumba. Unfortunately, Mao Fei fantasized about being raped, and suddenly felt uncomfortable. He would definitely not be able to stretch his arms and legs by then. How embarrassing.

Mao Fei disagreed.

So Zhuang Zhou gave in, leaving a whole room of brand-new sports equipment unused, and came here to apply for a card. For two hours, you danced yours in the dance room, and I practiced mine in the hall outside.

Mao Fei told him: "If someone comes to strike up a conversation with you, you must not be too enthusiastic, you must be ruthless; when it is hot, you can only take off your coat, not all of you; if a personal trainer comes to you, you are not allowed to talk to me!"

Zhuang Zhou laughed, "What else?"

"Also, you are not allowed to give anyone who asks for your contact information. When you enter this gym, you are a deaf-mute with strong limbs and a simple mind." Mao Fei gave him one of the two bottles of water in his arms, "Anyone who calls me If I see someone hooking up with you, I will only ask you."

The typical one only dares to lie in the nest.

Zhuang Zhou rubbed his hair: "I passed a little note to Ran Qing in class in the afternoon, didn't I?"

Mao Fei: "..."

Mao Fei tried to argue: "What are you doing? I won't be reasonable. Are you going to teach me as a teacher? Let me tell you, no way, it's two different things."

Zhuang Zhou laughed straight, "Be good."

Mao Fei stared at him, and stuck to his arm after staring and staring, subdued and obedient: "Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Zhou had never seen anyone more cowardly and cuter than his Fei Fei, he said "silly treasure" in his heart, and coaxed: "Go, don't work too hard, be careful that your whole body will hurt tomorrow."

There are more than a dozen men and women in the dance room, and there are more girls. The teacher is a young man with a particularly good-looking figure. Mao Fei is extremely envious at the first sight. Unlike him, his whole body is soft/meat, and he also wants to be thin muscle lines.

He went to say hello to the teacher, saying that he was a newcomer and he knew nothing.

The teacher bent over and took out his work card from his bag, which had his profile printed on it: "You can just call me Teacher Wu, are you still in school? Which school are you from?"

"Well, I'm still a student," Mao Fei smiled with a dimple, and said politely, "I'm a sophomore at Yunshi University."

Teacher Wu raised his eyebrows, "You have a senior here," she said, turning her head and calling out to the group of girls, "Jiang Chaoyu."

Mao Fei looked along and watched Zhu Ming's girlfriend come in response to the sound, and his whole body was thundered crisply for a moment.

Jiang Zhaoyu, surnamed Jiang, had a sharp drop in favorability.

It's so unreasonable, there are so many people with the same surname in the world, Zhuang Qiang is still surnamed Zhuang.

Mao Fei was in a daze, but it was a pity that Zhuang Qiang didn't borrow Zhuang Zhou's light, and his favorability did not rise sharply because of it.

When Jiang Zhaoyu came in front of the two, Teacher Wu smiled and said, "It seems that it worked well for you to distribute posters in the school supermarket. Here, your junior."

Jiang Zhaoyu smiled at Mao Fei and asked curiously, "Hi, are you from Yunshi University too?"

Mao Fei recalled bringing food for Xia Xiaoxiao to buy Sprite that day, and met Zhu Ming's girlfriend waiting for him outside the supermarket.

Is this... coincidence?Nie Yuan?Somewhere?

Mao Fei said dryly: "Hi, my name is Mao Fei."

Mao Fei was placed in the middle position, so he could look directly at the teacher so that he could learn faster.

It's a pity that Mao Fei was a little absent-minded. Jiang Zhaoyu didn't show any surprise after he announced his name. It seems that he didn't know him at all. Then Zhu Ming must have not told her all about the oil painting incident and the vomiting incident. As for how to get confused Mao Fei didn't know about the past.

He glanced at the figure obliquely in front of him, his movements were in place, clean and beautiful. Although he had only spoken a few words and only known each other for half an hour, Mao Fei felt a little regretful. That bastard is a toad eating swan meat.

45 minutes of activity, 10 minutes of rest.

A few simple warm-up actions made Mao Fei exhausted and out of breath. It was not enough to take off his coat, and he also took off his sweater. He was only wearing a thin singlet with sweat on his chest and back.

Holding the water bottle, he wanted to find Zhuang Zhou in the hall, but he stopped as soon as he stepped out of the dance studio.

Jiang Zhaoyu is here, everyone in their school knows Zhuang Zhou under the title of "Teacher Flower Butterfly", what if she sees him?

After hesitating for two seconds, Mao Fei thought, I saw it when I saw it, can't my cousins ​​exercise together?

No.

Mao Fei couldn't do it. He stood beside the treadmill, staring at Zhuang Zhou's arms swinging back and forth. He was sweating profusely, not only his arms, neck, and chest were covered with beads of sweat. The beauty blessed by sweat made Mao Fei dizzy.

He leaned on the armrest, his legs were weakened by the blowing hormonal breath, and his head was full of pictures.

Mao Fei hated himself for being spineless, so he licked his lips and asked, "You, where did you get the hair tie?"

Zhuang Zhou wore a black sports headband on his forehead, he panted slightly, "I bought it at the front desk."

Mao Fei gave a vague "huh", unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of water, distracted, and only glanced at him after speaking three sentences, and told him that Jiang Zhaoyu was here.

"So, when we leave later, we can't be too close, for fear that she will see it."

While agreeing to him, Zhuang Zhou slowed down a bit and asked, "Are you tired?"

Mao Fei snorted, "It's very cool," he covered his lower abdomen and rubbed, "You have to cherish their softness, you know, they will disappear soon, and they will soon become a piece of abdominal muscle!"

Zhuang Zhou was amused, and said concisely: "I think it's too beautiful."

After bickering for a few minutes, Mao Fei returned to the dance studio. The second half of the dance made him almost breathless, and the tips of his hair were dripping with sweat.

I have lived for 20 years. At first I thought that the 2000-meter long-distance running in physical education class was the most tiring exercise in the world. Later, I met Zhuang Zhou, and it became the most tiring exercise to do/love with Zhuang Zhou. Now, Tiao Zun Ba won the most.

Mao Fei lay limp at the base of the wall. He pinched his sore thighs again and again, making him grin his teeth in pain.

Jiang Chaoyu came over, sat beside him and stretched: "You are already very good. I didn't persevere when I jumped for the first time. It may only be a few minutes, and I will stop eating."

Mao Fei asked, "How long have you been dancing?"

"In the two semesters, running was too boring and I couldn't stick to it, but after I got used to dancing, I would feel uncomfortable if I didn't dance."

Seeing her lively and generous smile, Mao Fei didn't know what it was like, although, this girl was almost his mistress, and in Ran Qing's words, she was "fucking outrageously wicked".

The two chatted for a while, and the dance room gradually disappeared.

Jiang Chaoyu stood up and stretched out his hand to Mao Fei: "I'll pull you up, so we can go back to school together."

Mao Fei waved his hands again and again: "No, my cousin is here, I'll go home with him, I won't go back to school."

After two days of wandering life on the weekend, Mao Fei became more and more clingy, and never went back to 214 to sleep on his small wooden bed.

It was also because of this that Ran Qing, who was troubled by the ambiguity, would pass notes to him in class to vomit bitterness. After vomiting for several classes in a row, he finally calmed down his turbulent heart.

After hearing this, Jiang Zhaoyu withdrew his hand and said with a smile, "Alright, then I'll go first."

Mao Fei was the only one left in the dance room. He sighed and pouted again. He was unhappy and stopped pinching his legs. He stared blankly at the void.

Jiang Chaoyu hadn't been walking for long when Zhuang Zhou looked for him on his back. He wrapped Mao Fei in his coat and asked, "What's wrong?"

Mao Fei muttered: "It's a bit sad, the flowers are stuck in the cow dung, I really want to pull it out."

Zhuang Zhou smiled lowly, touched his wet face, and said, "Go home first."

Neither of them likes to shower in the gym bathroom.

Mao Fei raised his face and looked at him pitifully: "I'm about to be scrapped, can I have big health care when I go home?"

"Yes." Zhuang Zhou hugged him horizontally, the headband was still there, and there was sweat on the tip of his hair, which made Mao Fei, an idiot, so lustful, he curled up comfortably in Zhuang Zhou's arms regardless of the sideways eyes of others along the way, He whispered, "Are you tired?"

"It's not too tiring, it's okay."

"Then... I've been resting for two days, will you hurt me tonight?"

It's really just getting started, it's not enough, Zhuang Zhou lowered his eyes and laughed at him with a pair of smiling eyes.

Mao Fei muttered: "Don't wash it when you get home, just do it like this, okay?"

The elevator at the entrance goes directly to the underground parking lot. It was a bit cold, but fortunately we found a parking space quickly.

Mao Fei was put into the passenger seat, but he didn't let go, he put his arms around Zhuang Zhou's neck and said, "Can you?"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and sighed: "No, who said that he is about to be scrapped?"

Mao Fei didn't let go: "It's not me."

Zhuang Zhou pinched him on the waist, making a gesture to scratch: "You're so bold, huh?"

Being afraid of tickle made Mao Fei compromise, he leaned closer: "Then you want to kiss me, give me a kiss."

The lips were pressed together, and the salty taste melted in the mouth, which could not go away for a long time.

The Mercedes-Benz drove away from the city square, onto the ring road, and merged into the traffic flow.

There was soothing light music in the car, and Mao Fei lowered his seat, slumped all over.

He thought about it: "Jiang Chaoyu...the name is quite nice..."

Zhuang Zhou saw through him and said deliberately, "What's the matter?"

"If these are the bloody novels I read, according to the current development of the plot, this Jiang Zhaoyu is destined to have something to do with Jiang... If I were the author, I would write that Jiang returned to China, came to the gym to pick up his sister, and what a coincidence, then I met you, and you stopped and looked at each other in the hall."

Zhuang Zhou turned his head and glanced at him, it's small, like a piece of overcooked noodles, you can't pick it up, but your mouth won't stop.

"And then?" Zhuang Zhou smiled, "I'm looking forward to the follow-up."

Mao Fei snorted: "Then? Then you came to me, just like today, and walked past him with my arms in your arms. If he dares to break the mirror and reunite, I will step on it and step on the mirror of the two of you. It was shattered, and the glass slag was thrown away to him."

If Pei Li heard these words, Pei Li would only reward him with a sentence of "you will be very good at talking and useless", but look at Zhuang Zhou, he smiled so happily.

Mao Fei fluttered his arm, and it fell down again. Zhuang Zhou picked it up and held him, gently kneading his tiger's mouth.

Mao Fei likes this. He likes wherever Zhuang Zhou touches him. He curled up his fingers to hook Zhuang Zhou, and then asked: "You said before that his adoptive father's brother had a child who couldn't afford it, so he adopted it to them. Is it a boy or a girl? What's your name?"

"It's a girl, I don't know her name." Zhuang Zhou said, "He doesn't have a very good relationship with his family. I only heard him mention his sister a few times, but not often."

Mao Fei sighed in worry: "What if the two of them are really brother and sister?"

"No, don't worry about things that didn't happen." Zhuang Zhou raised his hand and pecked, "Even if it was true, didn't you arrange the development of the plot? Just do as you said."