That student turned sex

Ji Xiaohan is really drunk and not clear-headed, so this will be very easy to deceive.

It was just that Yan Mo simply fooled him, but Yan Mo dared to take advantage of it openly at this time.

To rest in peace, he only dared to act coquettishly and take advantage of it.

The actions of the two behind them, although their voices were low, there was still movement.

Fortunately, the taxi driver's hearing is not very good, and he has not been paying attention to what is behind him, otherwise, this would definitely not be such a calm performance, and he probably would have swept them away with his strange eyes.

But after that, Yan Mo didn't move any more, because after he finished speaking, Ji Xiaohan closed his eyes because of his heavy eyelids, and then leaned his head on his side to sleep.

When he reached the school gate, Ji Xiaohan fell asleep.

He was nestled in Yan Mo's arms, his back was slightly curled up, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, his cold eyes and sharp claws were closed, and he slept peacefully like a cat.

Yan Mo's movements were very careful, light and reliable, and he carried him out of the car steadily.

After slamming the door, the taxi quickly turned around and left the school gate.

Ji Xiaohan seemed to be awakened by this movement and sound, moved slightly, Yan Mo hurriedly hugged him and adjusted his posture gently, squatted down, and supported his arms, Ji Xiaohan followed his strength and lay on Yan Mo's back Mo back.

Yan Mo stood up and carried him back to the dormitory lightly.

"Hey! If only you weren't drunk." Yan Mo whispered as he walked. "It would be even better if I was not drunk and willing to let me recite it like this."

Ji Xiaohan didn't make any sound, only the hot air with the smell of wine hit Yan Mo's ears gently with his breath, and the chest touched by his back was also slowly rising and falling like a tide. Ups and downs.

The street lights of the campus built a continuous light path in the depths of the night, and the shadows of the two people overlapped in the light and shadow, shaking forward with their steps.

In silence, there is a kind of romance.

"When will you like me?" Yan Mo silently bears the burden of sweetness, and can't help muttering quietly.

After a few seconds, he remembered Ji Xiaohan's words and actions before, and shook his head slightly.

"No," Yan Mo laughed softly, with a little pride on his face that couldn't be concealed: "Do you already like me?"

Ji Xiaohan didn't answer, and slept very quietly.

Yan Mo said to himself behind his back: "You must like me, that's why you praise me when you tell the truth after drinking." "Yeah!" Yan Mo said with certainty.

At nine or ten o'clock in the evening, many students in the school were still wandering outside.

Usually this time is the time for evening self-study. I will not go to evening self-study tonight, but the biological clock is there, so everyone does not have it, and go to bed early.

When Yan Mo returned to the dormitory from the side of the campus with Ji Xiaohan on his back, he was naturally seen by many people.

However, everyone whispered a few words, but no one came to him.

But they didn't come forward, but one by one took out their mobile phones to take pictures, posted them on the post bar, xx group, WeChat group, and spread the news.

"The school bully returns to the dormitory with the god of learning on his back."

The news spread throughout the school overnight.

...

The next day, when Ji Xiaohan woke up, his first feeling was a little headache.

It's kind of dull and unbearable.

It was his first time to get drunk, and he was inexperienced. He didn't know how uncomfortable it was after drinking.

He sat up with difficulty from the bed, pressed his head with his hands, and rubbed it for a while before he got better.

Then I just sat there in a daze, resting my mind.

He couldn't remember what he did last night, and now he was thinking about memories.

"Are you awake? There is a glass of milk on the table, you can drink it, it can relieve the headache." Yan Mo was still lying in his own bed, sleeping in the cage, and then he woke up, turned sideways on the bed to see him , reminded.

Ji Xiaohan was interrupted by Yan Mo's words, he looked up at Yan Mo following the sound, he frowned slightly, with a lingering doubt in his eyes.

Yan Mo was watched by him, and his original plan to speak again was immediately dismissed.

He stared at Ji Xiaohan's gaze, froze his expression slightly, panicked for a moment, and then stuttered a little: "...why, what's the matter?"

Ji Xiaohan shook his head, his gaze skipped over his face.

He was still a little dazed. After thinking for a long time, his memory only stayed at the place where he drank a glass of beer last night. He didn't even remember how he got back.

Ji Xiaohan sighed to himself that his alcohol capacity was too bad, so he won't drink anymore.

Seeing him shaking his head, Yan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, gently pulled up the quilt, and covered himself up.

Ji Xiaohan secretly made a decision, then remembered Yan Mo's words, turned his head to look, and there was indeed a glass of milk on the table.

Hearing that milk was a hangover, Ji Xiaohan still had a headache, so he stretched out his hand and drank it without hesitation.

He didn't realize it was right when he drank it.

After only taking a sip, Ji Xiaohan stopped.

Yan Mo kept looking at him, and immediately noticed his movements, thinking that something was wrong, such as the milk was cold.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Ji Xiaohan holding the cup, frowning suddenly, and he hissed.

Yan Mo instantly remembered the good thing he did last night, and quickly shut up.

And Zhuo Yang had been looking at Ji Xiaohan from the opposite side. Since returning last night, he and Qi Ming have been curious about what Ji Xiaohan and Yan Mo did last night.

When he heard the movement, he couldn't help but gossiped and asked, "Han Da, what's the matter? This is it?"

Qi Ming rolled over from the upper bunk and listened with his ears pierced.

"Tongue hurts, maybe I accidentally bit it."

Ji Xiaohan didn't notice their thoughts at all, and told the situation directly.After speaking, he licked the inner wall of his mouth, and sure enough, there was a tingling sensation somewhere on the tip of his tongue.

Ji Xiaohan himself guessed that either he bit his tongue for some reason last night and broke a small mouth, or he got angry and got mouth ulcers.

Ji Xiaohan's voice fell to the ground.

Zhuo Yang immediately raised his eyebrows at Qi Ming who was on Ji Xiaohan's upper bunk with gossiping eyes.

The two exchanged glances.

Huh!He must have been bitten by the school bully!

It seems that a lot of things happened last night when they didn't come back!

This time, Yan Mo was laying quail on the opposite side without saying a word.

Wait for Ji Xiaohan to go to the bathroom to wash up.

As soon as the door was closed, Qi Ming couldn't hold back his curiosity, and asked Yan Mo: "...Did you bite?"

Yan Mo turned his hands over, exposed his face from under the quilt, glanced at him coldly, then turned over and ignored him.

Seeing his performance, Qi Ming immediately understood, and nodded to Zhuo Yang: That's right!

The two then let out a burst of giggling laughter that was satisfied with their gossip.

Yan Mo tapped on the wall lightly as a warning.

The room was quiet again.

...

It was just a day off, and I quickly returned to my daily life as a senior high school student.

But Ji Xiaohan felt that life was different from before.

Something is wrong.

It turned out that when everyone looked at him, their eyes were still restrained. Now everyone's eyes are like seeing a star, shining brightly, with curiosity, gossip, and scrutiny, and occasionally there is still a bit of disgust.

Especially when he was with Yan Mo.

Ji Xiaohan didn't quite understand where these changes came from.

A few days later, in gym class,

Ji Xiaohan went to the basketball court with Yan Mo.

Ji Xiaohan actually doesn't like strenuous sports like playing basketball or football.

But he didn't want to sit in the classroom either, it was indeed a bit boring to stay there every day.

In the end, he chose to sit on the edge of the basketball court with the album in his arms, watching them sweat profusely while playing and drawing.

This is probably the last painting he drew before the college entrance examination, ready to be hung and sold.

There has been no theme, this will come to mind, why not just draw a corner of the campus, this basketball court and such a group of vibrant students, full of vigor, hope, and enthusiasm.

It can also be regarded as an alternative commemoration of high school life.

Before Yan Mo went on stage, he stayed next to Ji Xiaohan. After the opening, he took off his coat and naturally threw it to Ji Xiaohan: "Xiaohan, please help me look at the clothes!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ji Xiaohan's answer, he turned around to catch the ball and ran over in a few steps.

Ji Xiaohan knew that Yan Mo had a mobile phone, card and money in his pocket, and there were many people around the basketball court, so he was afraid of losing it.

He folded Yan Mo's clothes casually and spread them on his knees.

Then bow your head and draw.

However, not long after he wrote, he heard two girls discussing him not far away.

“啊啊啊啊，学神抱着的是校霸的校服！他好小媳妇啊！！有偶像剧的感觉了！”

"Yes, yes! Helping the boyfriend who plays ball with the clothes... No way, it's so sweet just thinking about it!"

……

Ji Xiaohan's thoughts on painting were immediately disrupted.

I glanced over inexplicably, not understanding why their brains were so divergent.

But those girls didn't fear him at all, seeing him looking over, they didn't stop discussing.

"Did you take a picture?"

"I've already posted it on the post bar. They also said it's so sweet!"

"However, I still feel that the picture of the school bully backing the god of learning is more emotional than this one."

……

Ji Xiaohan keenly caught the key words.

He looked at the painting in his hand, couldn't help it, and took out his phone to take a look.

Since the last time he went to the post bar to read the post, he hasn't been there for a long time.

Now he clicked in again.

It turned out that the hot post had just been topped again.

He clicked in and flipped through it, and the latest page was the photo he was taken not long ago.

He continued to flip forward, about ten pages, and finally found the photo they were talking about.

He was drunk that night and had no memory of it.

Looking at this photo, Ji Xiaohan suddenly felt a surge of emotion.

Slight pantothenic acid in the heart and mouth, not that kind of sad acid, but a kind of indescribable, a little swollen and a little sour, maybe it is moved?

Ji Xiaohan saved the photo.

Looking up at the basketball hoop, Yan Mo was dribbling the ball, and his figure was moving through the crowd.

Ji Xiaohan suddenly remembered the second answer he found when he searched the question that day.

Could it be that he fell in love with Yan Mo?

But what does it feel like to like someone?

Is this what you like?

Ji Xiaohan didn't quite understand.

He wanted to find someone to ask, but after thinking about it carefully, just like last time, there was no good candidate to ask.

In the end, Ji Xiaohan still opened the mobile search engine.

[How do you know if you like someone? 】

——[When you are in close contact, you can't help but want to kiss and hug each other. 】

...!

When Ji Xiaohan saw this, he locked the phone with a snap.

Ji Xiaohan calmed down his emotions, and when Yan Mo came back from playing, he naturally handed over his clothes.

Yan Mo felt that there was something wrong with him, so he approached him and asked, "Are you tired of waiting? I was held back by them just now, and I couldn't end it sooner."

Ji Xiaohan took a few steps back, keeping a large distance from him, and said, "It's okay, it's time to go back to the classroom."

Yan Mo was suddenly pulled away, a little dazed and aggrieved.

But in an instant, I was a little happy again.

Ji Xiaohan's behavior like this is a bit like being angry and playing petty temper with his partner!

Yan Mo didn't say anything else, and returned to the classroom with his clothes on his hands.

...

By the time the entrance exam results came out, more than half a week had passed since the exam.

At that time, everyone in class 18 was still studying their own exercises in the classroom. Suddenly, someone ran back to the class and shouted loudly: "The test papers have been corrected, and they said they will be sent out tonight. The results have all come out."

For a while, people's emotions were mobilized.

The whole class was waiting for the results, thinking, whether they can have a big meal this weekend, it depends on today's results!

At this moment, Yan Mo turned his head and lay down on Ji Xiaohan's desk, his chin resting on Ji Xiaohan's pencil case, with a long ending, he said, "Xiaohan..."

When Ji Xiaohan heard his voice, his heart trembled, and he turned his pen uncomfortably, without looking at Yan Mo, he said: "If you have something to talk about, sit back if you have nothing to do!"

The tone is a bit blunt.

Yan Mo stared at Ji Xiaohan without blinking, and found that his face was sullen, as if he didn't want to talk to him, so he pursed his lips lightly: "...Are you angry with me? Then I I won't fight for so long in the future..."

"..." Ji Xiaohan paused: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not angry, don't talk anymore, I'm going to brush up the questions."

"..." Yan Mo failed to be cute, so he had to turn around and sit down.

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