Do not touch without permission

After the mid-term exam, May [-]st Labor Day and May [-]th Youth Day are approaching, which coincides with the school's school celebration. The school usually arranges a chorus competition for the first-year students and holds a performance the day before the holiday.

The first is the confirmation of class uniforms. Zhong Yu can draw, and she designs the logo pattern. She designed three plans: one is literary, one is cute, and the other is funny.

The text version is to design a class emblem, add some slogans, and a white shirt;

The cute version has different colors for boys and girls, black for boys and red for girls, designed with the cartoon of cat and mouse;

The funny version is a heavyweight, white T-shirt, designed as an emoji package with a picture of their great class teacher running away, with a sentence below: What kind of pig talk are you talking about?Printed on the back of the clothes is: Class 11 is quite explosive.

Most people in the class like the first version, which is more meaningful and memorable.

Song Yuan made a fuss on purpose, and shouted: "You mean Lao Gao is meaningless? I want the last one, and I choose Lao Gao."

Zhu Jun shouted: "Fuck me, Lao Song, you want us to kill Matt again?"

"Any opinion? You are doubting my aesthetics!" Song Yuan raised his brows and raised his voice provocatively.

Kan Long raised his hands and feet in agreement: "Whatever the boss says is what he says!"

Class leader Zhang Yunfeng tuned and said: "The main reason is that it is not consistent with our chorus repertoire. We set the song Glory."

Song Yuan said: "Glory? It's okay to sing normally, but the performance may collide with other classes' repertoire types, and the impression is not deep."

Kan Long nodded and said, "That's right, I found out that Class Ten uses the song "Running."

Yang Jue said: "Ha, as soon as we hear Class Ten, we have to greet our parents, we must win!"

When it comes to class ten, all the boys are full of desire to win, but how can they win?

Song Yuan smiled slyly, Yang Xi, when I saw his expression, I remembered the semester when I was dominated by Kill Matt.Song Yuan said: "I found a funny song..."

Zhong Yu immediately refused to cover her ears, and resisted: "I don't want it, I don't listen...Brother Song, your taste is very unique, I don't want my high school to be Shamat only!"

The whole class tried their best to reject any of Song Yuan's words, and the quarrel was so intense that Zhang Yunfeng immediately controlled the field and said, "Let's listen to what Boss Song has to say."

Song Yuan glared at Zhong Yu, and said displeasedly: "Zhong Yu, are you still on our side? My song is very good, and it matches the costume of the office manager. It will definitely attract attention. You search for "You Are a Dream" A song has meaning."

The students in the class hurriedly took out their mobile phones and listened to the song quietly.

Yang Xiwo was forced to plug in the earphone by Song Yuan, and persuaded: "Please support me!"

Yang Xi didn't hear a few words and stood up and said, "I support him."

Zhang Yunfeng stared blankly at Xueba, who was usually silent, and thought for a while, feeling a little embarrassed.But the magical melody of that song is all in my ears, I nodded and said: "This song is indeed very graphic and humorous, and the lyrics are also close to us, dreams, troubles, and rebellion. Let's vote!"

Kan Long booed, "For the sake of winning class ten and class honor, we choose this one!"

A few boys made a fuss, and the others raised their hands in agreement inexplicably. In the end, most of the class agreed with the song.

The class quietly began to rehearse in the physical education class, and Song Yuan led the rehearsal.At the beginning, everyone rejected Song Yuan as the leader, but Song Yuan pushed him a little bit, and suddenly felt that this school bully was a bit unexpected.Song Yuan listened to everyone singing and divided them into treble part, alto part, and bass part.Girls are responsible for the part sung by female singers.

"The girls sang funny tones, especially the ending notes."

"Hanhan, there's a broken sound in it, you sing it, as broken as you can."

"The speaking part, Zhu Jun, Zhong Fulai, Li Jiaxun, class monitor, Yang Jue. There is another task, Liu Xiaotong's most charming sentence: I hate you, show your most motherly side. There is also that sentence, ohshit, who likes to come?"

"I come……"

"I I I..."

"Don't rob me, I'll come...I..."

Song Yuan waited until the last one before arranging Yang Xiwo.After lunch, the two sat by the pool behind the student dormitory and did not speak for a long time.Yang Xi, I feel a little awkward singing alone to Song Yuan. Standing beside Song Yuan, I can't sing for a long time.Song Yuan patted his head and said with a smile, "If you don't sing, I'll classify you as a girl."

"I'll brew it up..."

Seeing his flustered look, Song Yuan was so cute. As he approached step by step, he said in a magnetic voice, "Little monk, it's been brewing for a long time. You have to cooperate with me for the honor of our class."

Qingshui Lake is quiet and uninhabited, and there are singing and dancing of birds and swallows in the distance, and sparrows sit on the treetops and sing leisurely.The crisp and melodious chirping of birds and the subtle chirping of insects echo into songs.It's been a long time since spring...

Yang Xi I pursed my lips, took a deep breath and sang: "You can fly you can touch the sky. I don't know why you never ask why..."

He already felt that his face was hot, even red.

Song Yuan blinked his eyes and said seriously: "You have a nice voice, you can't sing with your throat, I'll teach you, use your abdomen..." He raised his hand to touch Yang Xiwo's abdomen, and said softly: "This place pronounces, I hold it down, try contracting your abdomen."

Being pressed by Song Yuan like this, Yang Xi made me even more nervous.The juvenile's red palm fell on his abdomen like a heavy weight, making him breathless. He took a deep breath and said embarrassingly: "I will do it myself. You teach me the theory, and I will do it myself." will digest."

Song Yuan sang this song with a pleasant voice, and analyzed how to sing those parts. Yang Xi, I can remember it quickly, but my voice always shakes badly.

Song Yuan really thought he was too cute, rubbed his head, and said with a smile, "Are you nervous when I'm here?"

"I don't feel nervous, but my voice doesn't."

Song Yuan stood up and said seriously: "I lift up my abdomen, you can see the contraction state of my abdomen when I sing."

Yang Xi I lowered my head and touched my forehead. After taking a deep breath, I raised my eyes to look at Song Yuan's firm abdomen, but my mind was not on his singing, nor on how to shrink and deflate the abdomen, but it was blank.

The noon sun shines brightly through the lush and luxuriant branches of the green leaves, and Song Yuan's body seems to be covered with a layer of soft light that flows faintly.A bright smile blows like a spring breeze, slowly penetrating his heart, warm and warm, and everything blooms in spring.

No, he's in great shape and can't concentrate at all.

what should I do?

Yang Xi I tried my best to restrain myself from thinking wildly, but the more he was like this, the more he blushed.He grasped the seam of his trousers anxiously, rubbing a few hard and distinct joints in panic.For the first time, I felt that I was useless and helpless, and I was very timid in front of the person I liked.

If Song Yuan didn't have a girlfriend, he would dare to say it without any hesitation.But Song Yuan likes girls, so what's the use of him saying that?Nothing more than embarrassment and embarrassment, even being known by other people as disgusting and perverted.

Yang Xi, I don't do things I'm not sure about.

"Why are you so dazed?"

The indifference on Yang Xiwo's face increased, and he said in a low voice, "I'll go back and think about it myself."

Seeing that his face was reddish and indifferent like frost, Song Yuan couldn't help trembling in his heart.He really wanted to tease the little monk, he really wanted to be with the little monk.But the young monk's expression was particularly ugly, it seemed to be disgusted and disgusted, he thought to himself, did I go too far?

Yang Xiwo walked quickly and in a hurry, as if angry, my whole body was shrouded in a cold radiance, and my eyes were deep and bottomless.Song Yuan felt extremely uncomfortable, hit himself on the head, and cursed himself for being confused and nervous.

If you do this kind of thing again in the future, Song Yuan, just explode on the spot.

He ran over dejectedly, put his arm on Yang Xiwo's shoulder pretending not to care, and said in a nice voice, "Why are you in such a hurry? I want to compete with you again."

Yang Xiwo stared at Song Yuan with piercing eyes, the warmth on his shoulders slowly covered his entire back, until his complexion and the roots of his ears.He lied and said softly: "It's sunny, tired, and sleepy."

Back in the class, people from Class [-] next door sneaked over to inquire about the performance songs of Class [-], but they were driven away by Kan Long, Zhu Jun and Yang Jue.

Yang Jue stood behind the door and cursed loudly: "Remember, don't talk to the dog from class ten!"

Kan Long gave a thumbs up: "Yang Jue, you are right, I will give you thousands of compliments."

Almost everyone in the class is listening to the earphones and studying the part they want to sing seriously.Lao Gao saw that they were very serious about things other than study, so he shook his head helplessly, raised his head to express his emotions, and sighed: "Except for study, you really can do everything!"

Song Yuan secretly observed Yang Xiwo's reaction, feeling faintly in his heart that the situation was not good, did he offend him?Do you want to apologize?Oh, what should I do?The little monk is angry?

This has touched my knowledge blind spot!

Song Yuan was completely flustered, so panicked that she could only shake her legs to think of a way, but she didn't know what to do.He went to the doctor in a hurry, so he hurriedly sent a message to Song Min: Song Min, dead pig, don't sleep.

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Why did I make him angry?

How can you show your affection naturally and without resentment?

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Song Yuan looked at the time on his phone, and after some calculation, it was after 5 o'clock in the UK, so he probably wouldn't return.Song Yuan wanted to withdraw, but it was too late.

Take the initiative, the little monk is very easy to coax and deceive.

Rise up, Jiangwai school bully!

"Little monk, my shoulder hurts a little, can you squeeze it for me?"

Yang Xiwo lay on the table, glanced at him, and said coldly: "Pinch it yourself, I'm sleepy."

Fuck me, pretending to be pitiful for the first time was rejected?

Come again, kick another perfect match-fixing!

"Little monk, my face is a little itchy, can you help me see if I was bitten by a bug?"

Yang Xiwo lay on the table, eyes closed, feeling a little irritable, and said softly, "Go to the school infirmary, I can't tell."

Damn, why are you suddenly indifferent?

No, I dare not, and I will never dare again.Am I still your stinking idiot?How about I tidy up my desk now and buy a coffin to plead guilty?

Song Yuan leaned over flatteringly, pressed her whole head on his neck, and said softly: "Little monk, are you asleep?"

"No! You get up!" Yang Xi and I were itchy from his heat, a little overwhelmed.He didn't want to get too close to this person, it would only make him uneasy.

One person's mood is in another person's hands.He was very annoying, he had never been so irritable, and he wanted to hit someone.

However, I couldn't help but care about Song Yuan!

"Are you there? Are you here? Dear... You are so ruthless, my face is so itchy, and you don't help me take a look. You usually have allergies, and I will help you look and apply medicine."

"Forget it, anyway, I'm a handsome guy who is hated and envied by others. Some people can't see that I'm handsome, and think I've ruined my face."

Yang Xiwo got up irritably, her face was ruddy and delicate, she leaned close to Song Yuan's cheek, and asked in a cold tone: "Where?"

Song Yuan pointed at the cheeks that had just been rubbed red by himself, and wailed aggrievedly: "Am I going to be disfigured?"

Yang Xiwo blinked her radiant eyes, stared at the flushed cheek carefully, examined it carefully, and said softly: "No, it might be red because you caught it, or ointment?"

"Then wipe it off for me." Song Yuan moved her face closer, and said with a light smile, "I guess Chongzi thinks I'm so handsome, so he couldn't help but kiss me."

Yang Xi I took out the ointment from the belly of the table, applied it lightly on him with a cotton swab, and pouted and blew slowly: "Is it not itchy?"

"Whether it's itchy or not, we have to wait. Go to sleep, little monk." Song Yuan felt relieved when he heard his tone soften.

The little heart was completely pulled tightly by the boy, and it hurt so badly that it couldn't show it yet.

The sky is full, the crush is in love, and the thief is uncomfortable.