That student turned sex

When Ji Xiaohan went back, Yan Mo was sitting at the table writing the test papers. His serious appearance looked like that of a three-good student, with standards and a correct sitting posture.

The other two roommates were lying on the bed and playing with their mobile phones.

The only sound in the room was the hum of the air conditioner.

After Ji Xiaohan opened the door and came in, he immediately felt the coolness, and the air conditioner in the dormitory was turned on at 26 degrees.

The forehead hair, which was wet with sweat and slightly tugged together, was kissed by the cold air, and the tip of the hair trembled three times against the forehead.

He holds three drinks in his hand.

As soon as Qi Ming and Zhuo Yang heard the sound of opening the door, they got up from the bed one after another. They looked at Ji Xiaohan with expectant eyes, as if the baby who was waiting to be fed saw the father who came with the bottle, The eyes are full of gazes waiting to be fed.

"Papa Ji" gave Qi Ming and Zhuo Yang the milk tea they wanted respectively.

After the two took it, they acted in unison to insert the straw through the thin plastic sealing film, then took a big breath, sighed like "cool", and then took out their mobile phones to send the money in the form of red envelopes in WeChat To Ji Xiaohan.

Ji Xiaohan gave away two cups, and there was one cup left in his hand.

Qi Ming saw that he was about to say Han Da, you don't want to drink milk tea, but when he saw Ji Xiaohan walking towards Yan Mo, he immediately stopped talking, and made a vain gesture of slapping himself on the mouth.

How could he forget it!That must have been bought for the bully!

Yan Mo sat on the table, he was near the balcony, and because the curtains were drawn, he turned on a small desk lamp.

The white light hit the table and spread out in a circular shape. His face was also white under the light, and the curvature of the bridge of his nose was reflected, standing tall like a mountain.

Now, when Ji Xiaohan passed by, he was staring at the test paper without blinking his head, his posture looked very serious, standing still, as majestic as a peak.

If you don't look carefully, you really can't find it.

In fact, the pen in his hand had been standing there for a long time, probably since the sound of Ji Xiaohan's footsteps appeared at the door, he was in this state.

I don't even know what to think.

Ji Xiaohan didn't look carefully, he put the backpack on his chair, and walked over.

The closer he got, the higher Yan Mo's ears pricked up, and the tighter he clenched the pen.

Ji Xiaohan took the milk tea and put it on Yan Mo's table, without saying anything.

Yan Mo waited for him to put down the milk tea before turning his head, as if he had just discovered him, complaining in his voice: "The question is so difficult! I don't even know how to do it."

Then, as if discovering the New World, Ji Xiaohan looked at the milk tea that was still in the packaging bag with Ji Xiaohan's hand, stretched out his hand to grab it, and pretended to be surprised: "Is this for me?"

Ji Xiaohan: "..."

Suddenly he felt an impulse to tease Yan Mo, so he said coldly, "No."

Yan Mo grabbed the bag outside the milk tea cup and paused there, but he didn't let go, his fingers were tightly squeezed.

Looking up at Ji Xiaohan: "Yes, it's for me."

"No," Ji Xiaohan tugged at the bag, and said ruthlessly, "I drank it myself."

"You don't drink milk tea, I know!" Yan Mo moved his hands a little closer and said with a smile, "I bought it for me!"

Ji Xiaohan still said indifferently with no expression on his face: "Don't you want nothing?"

Yan Mo didn't let go, grabbed the bag, chuckled, and showed the momentum of killing and denying: "I want it! Who said I don't want it, you heard it wrong."

Ji Xiaohan looked at him with joy, and unconsciously the original callousness dissipated, and the corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.

He stopped arguing with Yan Mo and let go of his hand.

Yan Mo smiled and inserted the straw into the cup. The cup was placed on the table. Taking advantage of his height and long neck, he lowered his head slightly, bit the straw, and took a big gulp.

"It's delicious," Yan Mo sighed, while hooking Ji Xiaohan's clothes with his other finger, looking sideways at Ji Xiaohan: "I don't know how to ask questions."

Ji Xiaohan was unmoved, and said: "You write first, write according to your own understanding, and I will show you after I finish writing."

Yan Mo: "..."

Yan Mo still grabbed Ji Xiaohan's clothes.

"A famous person said that the understanding of the subject is worthless for the scumbags, but the understanding of the gods is useful. I need your help."

Yan Mo said in a low voice, "Otherwise, it will take me a hundred million days to make this."

"...Which celebrity said this?" Ji Xiaohan asked without being able to catch up with his thoughts for a moment.

"Wozki Sood." Yan Mo sipped his milk tea again and replied.

"?" Ji Xiaohan frowned, "Is there such a person?"

The two roommates, who had been secretly listening behind them, were sipping milk tea quietly, and almost spit out when they heard this. They glanced at each other, and they could see that they had the same thoughts.

Doesn't that name mean "I said it myself"?

Sure enough, Yan Mo nodded and pointed to himself: "Yes, I."

Ji Xiaohan, who was waiting for Yan Mo to tell the source of the character: "..."

Ji Xiaohan ignored him.

Yan Mo didn't finish this paper until he was about to go to the evening self-study, and the big questions were almost blindly written with his eyes closed, but the handwriting was much more beautiful than before, flying like a dragon and a phoenix.

How should I put it, after all, I went to college and practiced calligraphy for a period of time, so I won't be able to crawl around like before.

As soon as he arrived in class, Yan Mo turned his chair around and sat on the seat facing Ji Xiaohan. He took out the test paper and put it on Ji Xiaohan's desk.

That posture was obvious, just waiting for Ji Xiaohan to give him a lecture.

Ji Xiaohan glanced at him, then leaned back and glanced sideways at the blackboard. In the lower right corner, there was written the teacher in charge of the first two evening self-study classes tonight.