Idol and school grass are at the same table

"Late again, how many times have I caught you just a few days after school started?"

At the beginning of school, the dean, in order to better regulate the discipline of the students, caught being late whenever he had time.

After catching too many, some "recidivists" were also found.

As the main habitual offender, Shen Zhixing naturally received special care from the dean.

"What's the use of sleeping more than 10 minutes, playing less games the night before, going to bed earlier is better than nothing!"

"Raise your head, what are you doing with your head hanging down, can you be a little more energetic in the early morning!"

Shen Zhixing was already used to being caught by him, he obediently raised his head and looked at him, waiting for him to let him go when he was done.

But this time, Lao Li didn't seem to intend to let him go so easily.

"And your school uniform, did you hear me say during morning exercises that you have strictly checked your appearance these days, look at your school uniform, the top is not well worn, revealing a large chest, and the trouser legs are rolled up like a social It looks like a young man, isn't it good-looking!"

The director of teaching looked him up and down like a laser, and finally landed on his hair.

"How many times have I told you that your hair is unqualified? You get those weird hairstyles done every day, and you think you are very fashionable, don't you?"

Shen Zhixing raised his hand and touched his head,

The dean's eyebrows were almost flattened, "By the way, your head teacher shaved your head at the end of last semester. Do you want to experience the feeling of being chased all over the teaching building by her and shaving your head?"

The previous experience was too exciting, Shen Zhixing's scalp was numb just thinking about it.

He shrank his neck unconsciously, and immediately admitted, "I was wrong, I will cut it at noon."

Old Li Xun enough waved his hand, let him go back.

Shen Zhixing was about to jump upstairs without turning his head. Before he could go up the steps, he heard another roar from the dean behind him, "You, stop!"

With his feet tilted, Shen Zhixing almost stepped on the ground, only to turn around to find that he had caught a new latecomer.

Shen Zhixing was still a little gloating in his heart, but after a closer look, he found out that it was his boyfriend.

Ji Ting went home on the weekend, but his home was far away and there was a traffic jam, so naturally he was late.

Lao Li yelled full of anger. After listening to his explanation, thinking that he didn't commit crimes often, he waved his hand and let him go back after saying a few words.

Ji Ting had spotted Shen Zhixing on the stairs a long time ago, said "goodbye, teacher" and walked up.

The dean saw him in a hurry, thinking that he knew he was late and made a mistake, and was in a hurry to go back to class to study. When he turned around, he saw him heading towards someone standing on the stairs.

"Shen Zhixing, you haven't returned to the classroom yet, what are you doing standing here? Wait for me to call your class teacher..."

The dean's face darkened after he recovered a little bit, and before he finished scolding, he saw two latecomers rushing upstairs.

As soon as Ji Ting went up the stairs, he stuffed the things in his hand to Shen Zhixing, "This is for you."

Shen Zhixing looked down and found that it was breakfast, he immediately laughed, "You're going to buy breakfast for me when I'm late?"

"I'm late anyway, so I bought it by the way." Ji Ting glanced at him, "The main reason is that I know that even if you are not late, you will not have time for breakfast."

Lao Li's threat was very effective. Although Shen Zhixing was usually skinny, he still dragged Ji Ting to the barber shop as soon as school was over at noon.

"I found that you are really timid to the head teacher." Ji Ting couldn't help laughing when he heard the head teacher's "hair-shaving warning". Just two simple threats to stop your violation of discipline?"

"What's so cowardly?" Shen Zhixing said dissatisfied, "I know the general idea and know how to be flexible. When I should bow my head, I bow my head."

"Besides, she was not a simple verbal threat at all." He paused after speaking, and added in a low voice, "When she said to shave her head, she just held the tweezers and said she wouldn't let me go. Blocked me in the men's toilet, I even doubt that if I persist in myself, she will block me at our door."

Although the lunch break is not short, if you have a haircut, you don't know if it will be enough. The two of them didn't eat, so they went to a nearby barber shop to have their hair cut first.

"Handsome, perm or dye your hair?"

As soon as the two of them entered the door, one of them had dyed fiery red hair and had applied a few catties of hairspray, and the little brother with locks standing on his head came up to him.

Shen Zhixing looked at his cool and unruly hairstyle, and thought about his fashionable hairstyle that was strangled in the cradle by the head teacher. He felt very unbalanced, and replied angrily, "Cut your hair."

"Hey, handsome guy, your hair is quite long, get it ironed with tin foil, and then dye it, it's absolutely..."

"Neither perm nor dyed, the school doesn't allow it." Seeing the hairdresser brother start to flicker, Ji Ting immediately stopped him, "Just cut him shorter."

The little brother paused, glanced at Ji Ting, then at Shen Zhixing's obviously interested eyes, and continued, "You can dye it with an inconspicuous color, such as this chestnut brown, and this dark wine red , only in the sun..."

He was flickering vigorously, and Shen Zhixing's eyes became brighter the more he listened.

Ji Ting gave him a warning look, "Do you still want to feel the head teacher's cold slider rubbing against your head?"

The light in Shen Zhixing's eyes went out instantly, he was silent for a few seconds, and waved his hands feebly, "Stop talking, I'll just cut it."

"My little brother looks very domineering, I didn't expect to be so disciplined." The little brother turned his eyes between the two of them several times, and then turned his attention to Ji Ting, "This handsome guy, do you want to consider..."

"Do you think I'm more foolish than him?" Ji Ting glanced at him emotionlessly, "I don't need ironing or dyeing, I don't need to wash my hair, and I don't need to care for it. Hurry up and cut it for him."

The little brother sneered, stared at Ji Ting for another two seconds, and suddenly remembered something, "Handsome guy, I think you look familiar."

"Handsome people are generally very similar." Shen Zhixing couldn't help but smile, looking at Ji Ting's frown, fearing that he would explode, he quickly said to the barber boy, "Cut it for me."

The barber boy responded, picked up a hair book, and suddenly pulled out his phone, "Do you look like this?"

The person on the phone was indeed Ji Ting, his hair was dyed blond, and the hair was so hot that it exploded one by one. It was no less unorthodox than the younger brother's style.

"Does it look like this?" The little brother zoomed in and looked, "Many boys came over with this picture and said that they want to get permed like this, and it looks like they have a lot of hair."

"Yes, more than that, this is almost becoming the golden lion king."

Shen Zhixing couldn't help laughing, and after laughing, he turned serious, "Brother, he doesn't cut his hair, so leave him alone, and recommend me a hairstyle that suits me."

The little brother gave Shen Zhixing a "chestnut head" in the end, saying that it was a very popular hairstyle recently.

Ji Ting didn't understand what looks good at all, but Shen Zhixing insisted that it was very suitable for him.

Of course, the main reason is that the little brother Rainbow blows his ass well.

"This hairstyle is a test of appearance. Only a handsome guy like you who has temperament and good looks will have a good effect."

The final result is that Shen Zhixing left the barber shop happily, and Ji Ting wished to be far away from him in disgust.

"Is it really ugly?" Shen Zhixing took out his phone and took a picture, feeling very good about himself, "Isn't this pretty good, how energetic."

Of course ugly is not ugly, Shen Zhixing's looks are still bearable, Ji Ting just wanted to hate him on purpose, "It's quite spirited, the spirit of a spirited guy."

Shen Zhixing took the photo narcissistically again, suddenly smiled and called Ji Ting, "Come here."

Ji Ting looked at him honestly, leaned over to say something, when Shen Zhixing pinched his face, "Come on, have a smile."

The next second, Shen Zhixing pressed the camera button.

"Although your expression is a bit silly, it's still quite cute."

Shen Zhixing avoided Ji Ting's snatching of his mobile phone, took a look at it, put the mobile phone back into his pocket, and took out two pieces of candy, "Come on, little friend Ting Ting, don't be angry, here's Tangtang."

"Fuck off."

Ji Ting kicked him and walked forward by himself.

The two walked in tandem for a while, passed a traffic light, and Ji Ting took a shortcut and turned into a small alley.

Ji Ting walked a few more steps, and felt that the people behind him were silent, thinking that he hadn't followed, but when he turned around, he saw him squatting on the ground and tying his shoelaces.

Ji Ting paused and walked in front of him.

Shen Zhixing couldn't get up, he squatted on the ground with his head up and stretched out his hand to him.

Ji Ting ignored him, but he stretched out his hand to grab Ji Ting's leg, hugging him and not letting go.

A little familiar movement, Ji Ting suddenly remembered the way that man hugged him at the sports meeting a long time ago.

Ji Ting held back his smile, reached out and pushed him on the shoulder, "What are you doing? Get up quickly."

Shen Zhixing hugged him even tighter, "Kiss me once, and I'll get up."

He spoke generously, but Ji Ting's face turned hot and he froze.

"Forget it, just kidding."

Shen Zhixing smiled with his slightly reddened ears, and stood up, "It's too late to eat, let's just buy something else to eat."

Ji Ting didn't speak, just looked at him silently, and stretched out his hand to push him against the wall next to him.

Before Shen Zhixing could react, a somewhat icy lips pressed against her.

If you don't count the last time, this is Ji Ting's first kiss.

But some people seem to be born with these things, and Ji Ting is like this.

In contrast, Shen Zhixing was much flustered.

Obviously he was the one who teased it first, but in actual combat, he didn't even know where to put his hands, and his whole body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

At first, Ji Ting just pressed his lips lightly, but when he saw Shen Zhixing's nervous expression, he suddenly became interested.

Rubbing his lips again, Ji Ting tentatively touched his lips with the tip of his tongue.

There weren't many people in this alley, and it was lunch break, so there was no one at all.

Shen Zhixing had just finished eating the candy, and there was a strong peach flavor in his mouth.

It was obviously something that I usually find very greasy, but Ji Ting suddenly felt that it was going to be really fragrant.

Ji Ting pressed Shen Zhixing, constantly feeling his breath.

After a while, Ji Ting finally panted slightly, and put some distance away from him.

Ji Ting looked at the person in front of him who hadn't recovered, "It's pretty sweet."

Shen Zhixing took a few breaths, and finally calmed down, not wanting him to see his panic, "Don't you like sweet things?"

Looking at him, Ji Ting couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, "I don't like sweet food, but I like you."

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