can you not tease me

After a meal, Lin Xian and Yang Shiqing, who were watching, could see exactly what Song Jinyang was thinking about Beisong.

After lunch, the two immediately said that there was class in the afternoon, and they would go back to the dormitory for a lunch break. The soles of their feet seemed to be oiled, and they quickly slipped away, determined not to be a light bulb here.

Beisong originally wanted to go back to the dormitory for a lunch break, but Song Jinyang said that some materials had not been sorted out, and hoped that Beisong could come to help a little.

Beisong, who was under the care of Song Jinyang, heard that Song Jinyang needed help with something, so how could he refuse? He immediately nodded in agreement, and left with Song Jinyang.

Rao is now at the end of September, the weather is gradually cooling down, but the noon sun is still scorching hot, making pedestrians' skin burn.

In such a hot weather, Song Jinyang sweated a little in his suit and leather shoes. Although he took off his black suit jacket after the lecture, the light-colored shirt he was wearing inside was already soaked by the thin sweat from his back.

Entering Song Jinyang's office, Song Jinyang took out the clean teacup he had prepared for Beisong, opened the small refrigerator and took out the squeezed juice, poured a cup of juice for Beisong and said:

"I'm going to take a shower and change my clothes first. You can drink some juice at will and take a rest."

After finishing speaking, Song Jinyang closed the office door, and began to unbutton his shirt without hesitation in front of Beisong.

Beisong held the teacup nervously, although the ice juice in the cup was very cool against his palm, but Beisong's palm was still sweating a little.

Bei Song tried his best to restrain his nervousness and those inexplicable agitations in his heart, but his eyes could not help but glance at Song Jinyang, and it was difficult to look away.

When Song Jinyang unbuttoned his shirt to the third button, his strong chest fell in front of Beisong.

Bei Song's eyes just fell on Song Jinyang's sweaty flesh-body for a while, then glanced at the sweaty cheeks and neck, Bei Song subconsciously swallowed, and just stared at Song Jinyang in a daze. It's almost impossible to turn.

Although Song Jinyang's office was originally quite spacious, but because this office also has a small shower room and divides half of the space as a rest area, and not long ago, Song Jinyang turned the small office that was originally used for resting and meeting guests into a rest area. The sofa was changed to a larger size, and a small refrigerator and coffee machine were added. In this way, the space was fully planned and the activity area was limited, so that the distance between Song Jinyang and Beisong was a little closer.

At such a close distance, Beisong smelled the faint smell of hot sweat on Song Jinyang's body, a hormonal smell belonging to a mature man, lingering gently between Beisong's nose, and Beisong's heart also beat wildly involuntarily up.

Bei Song blushed like this, looking at Song Jinyang's small appearance with an idiot look on his face, all of which fell into Song Jinyang's eyes.

Song Jinyang raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his heart was clear.

Sure enough, no matter what life I am in, I have a strong attraction to Beisong. Even though I have known Xiaobei a year earlier than in my previous life, I used a little routine to seduce me with my small body. My little guy, sure enough, the kid obediently hooked up as I expected.

The little guy is so careless.

Song Jinyang was sure that if he teased him a little more and did something out of line at this moment, Beisong might just blushed and obediently closed his eyes and let himself pick.

Song Jinyang didn't want to be a gentleman. If he wanted to be a gentleman, he would never lay hands on Xiao Beisong, who was nearly 13 years younger than himself.

Even if Song Jinyang can now conclude that Beisong may have feelings for him, but after all, the two are not in a serious relationship now, Song Jinyang will never do anything frivolous to Beisong, and make Beisong panic afterwards.

The sound of the water in the shower was still rattling, and Bei Song, who was sitting on the sofa outside, was drinking juice while sorting out his mood.

It took Beisong a long time to calm down his disordered breathing, and tried his best to calm himself down. He was very annoyed at his blushing and heartbeat when he was shy or nervous.

Fortunately, Professor Song looked normal and didn't suspect anything, otherwise, if the professor knew about his dirty thoughts, he would definitely throw himself out of the office.

When he came out of the shower again, Song Jinyang put on a clean light gray V-neck thin shirt, which was close to his plump chest muscles. His long legs have become more straight and slender. This casual attire, as well as the cold and sharp edge he usually has when facing others in front of Beisong, and a gentle smile added, make him look younger. At the age of [-], he doesn't look like a mature man over [-] years old, but looks more like the gentle big brother next door.

After the shower, Song Jinyang wiped it with a dry towel. With wet hair, a few strands of wet hair fell down on his forehead, some of which blocked his view. Song Jinyang simply pushed all the wet hair to the back of his head, revealing a clean and full face. forehead.

Looking at Song Jinyang, who had just come out of the bath, with handsome facial features and a handsome face, Beisong's heartbeat, which had just calmed down, became chaotic again.

"Professor... May I help you with something?" Bei Song's breathing became a little short, and his tone changed a little.

Song Jinyang pretended not to notice Beisong's abnormality, and said in the most ordinary tone:

"The new version of the textbook was changed this year, and some content has been changed. The teaching plans from previous years cannot be used. They have to be revised and sorted out, and some tables need to be revised. Multiple people can do the job."

Beisong nodded and replied, "Okay, I'll help you."

Song Jinyang stretched out his hand and rubbed Beisong's head, and said with a smile, "That's a hard work for you."

After Song Jinyang handed over the simple work of student list information to Beisong, he also put away his previous thoughts of flirting with Xiaobei.

Right now Song Jinyang is working on a summary report. Although this report is not in a hurry and must be completed within a day, Song Jinyang is not a procrastination person. He will always finish it ahead of time when he can finish it as soon as possible. Only then can I have the mind to deal with other things.

And Beisong, who was helping Song Jinyang sort out the student materials, looked at Song Jinyang, who was staring at the complicated and meticulous work on the computer, and couldn't help being a little curious. Song Jinyang's rank had already reached the level of full professor, not to mention that he was still the management of the school board. Why is there no assistant by my side?

Logically speaking, Song Jinyang should have an assistant teacher beside him to share and assist him, and he shouldn't be wasted time by those less important chores.

Thinking of this, Bei Song waited for Song Jinyang to finish the work at hand and rest, and asked:

"Professor, why don't you have an assistant teacher around you to help you? I see that other old professors in the courtyard have assistants around them."

Song Jinyang said with a natural smile: "Because the male assistant can't stand me, and the female assistant can't stand me..."

"Huh?" Bei Song was confused by Song Jinyang's answer.

Seeing that Beisong was puzzled, Song Jinyang could only explain:

"I'm a strict person. I don't like people who procrastinate and can't keep up with me. In addition, I like to do important things by myself and don't like others to intervene. So others can only help me here. In fact, I can't learn. What, if you follow me, you may have to be looked down upon by me, so no one is willing to come to me to be a teaching assistant. Of course, except for those who have other ideas, but this kind of obvious thinking about getting close to the water and getting the moon first hits my idea I don't really like to see people who are good. If you come and go like this, there will be no suitable candidates, and it will be like this after a long time."

Beisong: "..."

Professor, can you stop saying that you are difficult to get along with so confidently?

Seeing that Beisong didn't answer, Song Jinyang started a topic on his own: "By the way, have you sorted out the student materials you helped sort out?"

"It's sorted out." After speaking, Beisong sent the electronic documents with students' photos and student IDs to Song Jinyang one by one.

After receiving the information, Song Jinyang said: "Thank you for your hard work, it just so happens that tomorrow's roll call will be useful."

Now Beisong is even worse.

It turned out that I overheard others talking about it in the morning, and some teachers would go so far as to call names in front of students' photos in order to prevent students from skipping classes. Such things really exist.

Beisong always thought that the teachers who would call names in this way are usually the kind of teachers who are too talented to teach so badly that they can't keep students to come to class, and who are still bitter and mean when they reach menopause...

I didn't expect Professor Song to be so perverted...

Looking at the twisted expression on Beisong's face, Song Jinyang could guess what he was thinking at a glance.

Song Jinyang sighed, pretending to be helpless and said:

"Oh... there's no way... You also saw today that my class is so popular that many courageous little girls from other schools sneak in to attend the class just to strike up a conversation. If I don't call my students by name Zhanman, how many students from other colleges come to strike up a conversation every day? I am also very troubled by being chased by little girls every day..."

Beisong: "..."

Professor, are you showing off?You are showing off!

Beisong still has lessons in the seventh and eighth classes in the afternoon, but his textbooks are still in the dormitory, so it is not convenient for Song Jinyang to let Beisong stay here for a long time.

Although Beisong also wanted to spend more time with Song Jinyang, but he had to go to class in half an hour, and there was no extra time to stay here.

Before leaving, Beisong thought about it, and said to Song Jinyang:

"If there is any place where I can help in the future, Professor, you can continue to look for me. I am very happy, Professor, that you need me..."

Song Jinyang smiled slightly, with joy in his eyes: "Okay, then when you have time, send me a copy of your class schedule."

Beisong also laughed, and did not forget to wave to Song Jinyang when he walked to the door: "Okay! Professor, see you next time."

Song Jinyang nodded slightly: "Well, see you next time."