As a skilled bamboo horse, gradually change to attack

There is always an uncomfortable smell in the school toilets. Qiu Minglang scrubbed the handkerchiefs he was about to use in the sink, and Jiang Linan turned on the faucet. The gray mop top.

A few drops of water splashed onto his trouser legs, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Why don't I mop the floor, and the blackboard won't last long." Qiu Minglang said, he knew that Jiang Lin'an didn't like being splashed with dirty water, and besides, they were punished for this, so it's really not good to ask others to help good.

"No need." Jiang Linan said lightly.

"I still want to let Mr. Jiang do some lighter work. It looks like he doesn't do housework very often." After all, anyone can see this. Qiu Minglang and Jiang Zhou share a dormitory, the cleaner Sometimes, whether intentionally or not, Jiang Lin'an would always help take over Jiang Zhou's work.

"It's not often." In fact, it's not unusual, it's not done at all.Including Jiang Lin'an, when he was at home, he seldom did these things, the most he could do was tidy up the house.But when he came to this place, he had to learn to do everything by himself.

"He doesn't like touching water." Jiang Linan added.

Qiu Minglang suddenly realized, and said with a smile: "Yes, Jiang always carries hand cream with him, how could I forget that."

Jiang Lin'an made almost all the water on the mop, raised it with one hand, and asked, "Let's go?"

Qiu Minglang grabbed the handkerchief, "Let's go, let's go back to the dormitory, I feel sleepy." Waiting for Jiang Linan to step out first, he followed.

There is no rubbish in the classroom, don't look at the people in the class flying around all day, but the rubbish is still thrown in the trash can.

As soon as Jiang Linan stepped into the classroom, he saw the young master sitting leisurely on the table with the broom between his legs, lowered his head and concentrated on applying hand cream.

"Brother!" Seeing that Jiang Linan had returned, he jumped down, stretched out his hand that was not evenly touched, and said, "I squeezed too much hand cream, how about some?"

It was obviously not too crowded, Jiang Linan glanced at him and didn't want to pay attention to him.He spends all day trying to find something to do, a typical type of much ado about nothing kind of person who has already entered the state of transformation.

"Finished?" Jiang Linan dragged the mop, followed by a long water stain. He looked around the classroom and found that it was indeed clean.

Jiang Zhou nodded, put the broom behind the door, and said as if asking for credit: "I'm still good at sweeping the floor!"

These days, I have only learned to sweep the floor, but this skill cannot be said to be good at all, it can only be said to be a beginner.

"President Jiang, move on?" Qiu Minglang shook the handkerchief in his hand.

Jiang Zhou stepped aside happily this time. In the final analysis, except for Zuo Yang and Han Yongbai, he is quite friendly to everyone else.

"Hey! Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for lifting your foot!" Qiu Minglang walked up to the podium in two or three steps. He had already wiped off the writing on it before, and now he can wipe it again with a handkerchief. It won't take long.

But it took longer to mop the floor, "Go to the side." Jiang Linan swung the mop towards Jiang Zhou's feet, forcing him to retreat to the side.

"Brother!" Jiang Zhou said dissatisfied, but he still had to step aside, but he never thought about standing there so stupidly for a while, and hurriedly followed. When Jiang Linan took a step, he also took a step, and followed closely .

What is wrong with this?Jiang Lin'an didn't bother to take care of it anymore, he just wanted to finish the work for the young master quickly.Let him follow, as long as you don't disturb yourself, everything will be fine.

Jiang Lin'an felt that he couldn't control it anymore, and everything else was fine, the main reason was that the young master's clinginess, there was nothing he could do about it.The reason is that I can't bear to blame. In fact, there are also factors that I don't dislike these behaviors, and sometimes I even feel a little bit of fun, although most of the time, the young master sticks to him. Too dead will make him a little upset.

On the podium, Qiu Minglang had already wiped the blackboard with a handkerchief. He was the kind of person who didn't feel clean enough after wiping it once, so he had to wipe it a second time to feel at ease.

Jiang Lin'an had already arrived at the back row of the classroom. You don't need to be too careful about mopping the floor in the classroom. You just need to mop it once. Turning a corner, he stood in front of the last row of desks, and was about to mop in another direction.

I didn't pay attention, "Brother." The young master suddenly called out softly, stepped over the mop with his slender legs, and stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Linan by the table, "I want to ask my brother something." He smiled a little, clearly It was quite reserved, but Jiang Lin'an actually saw some flamboyance in it.

Jiang Lin'an was slightly surprised, he was still holding the mop handle with both hands, he leaned on the table and chair behind him, looked at the young master's face, frowned and said: "Let's talk about it when we go back, let me mop the floor..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young master moved a little closer. Jiang Linan could feel his breath hitting his face gently, and his whole body froze for a moment.

"No, I'm going to say it now." He raised the corners of his lips, thinking that the flamboyance just now did exist, but now he couldn't hold it back anymore, and it showed a little.

Jiang Linan had no choice but to compromise, and leaned back a little to make the distance between the two of them as far away as possible, "Then you just say it."

Jiang Zhou took out a few sheets of paper from his bag, threw one away, and asked, "Does brother know what this is?"

Jiang Lin'an didn't care what it was at all, he just wanted the young master to get up quickly, this posture was too easy to arouse daydreams, he pulled down his clothes a little, and squeezed the pole tightly, there was a layer of red plastic film on it, loose A little bit, a little awkward.

He asked insincerely, "What?"

"Brother didn't find out, haven't you received a love letter recently?" Jiang Zhoukuo stood on both sides of Jiang Linan's thighs, holding the papers in his hand and spreading them out one by one.

Jiang Lin'an didn't even need to think about it, even though he usually didn't care about these things, but the young master must have done something wrong when he asked such a question, "I don't care about these." The few pieces of paper must be the missing love letters.

I don't know what bad water I'm holding back, and what's wrong with nothing.

"It's been several days, and I found out that most of the people who wrote love letters to my brother were boys." Jiang Zhou lowered his head and stared at Jiang Linan's expression, as if he refused to let go of any change, as if he was convinced There must be some change in his expression.

As expected, Jiang Linan's expression did change for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

"I didn't pay attention to these, what's wrong?" Jiang Linan half-hid his expression, and said as if he didn't care at all. Anyone who knew him knew that he rarely opened these things.

"That Han Yongbai, did you write to your brother?" Jiang Zhou asked bluntly.

Jiang Lin'an didn't know why he asked these questions. Maybe he was like his own sister who didn't want to have a girlfriend. Now the young master not only doesn't want to have a girlfriend, but also learned to be wary of the boys around him?

"Brother doesn't speak, I'll take it as if he wrote."

"No." Jiang Linan replied, he actually didn't know, whether he had written it or not, he had never seen it anyway.

Jiang Zhou was thoughtful, but he didn't seem to believe it. He looked at the podium, and Qiu Minglang had almost finished wiping. He moved closer to Jiang Linan, put his hands on the edge of the table, and took a breath.

My brother smells the best.As soon as he remembered that his nose was dirty by those sweaty boys today, he couldn't help but want to smell it a few more times, "Brother, do you like him?"

Jiang Lin'an looked to the side, his body was a little stiff, and he didn't dare to move. Today's young master is very strange. He never asked these questions before, "Are you free to do?" His tone was slightly sullen, and he would not hesitate to take any intimate gestures. I can accept it, but this kind of feeling of oppression that doesn't dare to move at all makes him a little, no, it should be very uncomfortable.

"Brother said, I will get out of the way." Jiang Zhou said with a smile, "Qiu Minglang is almost done wiping."

Jiang Linan was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that if someone saw them in this posture, he didn't know what he would think, so he quickly said, "I don't like it." With force on his wrist, he slapped the mop to the side, hitting Jiang Zhou on the shoes.

"Brother!" Jiang Zhou jumped away aggrievedly, flicked his feet, looked at the dirty shoes, and let out a moan of disgust.

When Qiu Minglang turned around, Jiang Linan was already dragging the other side of the aisle, "Brother An! I'll wait for you at the door!"

"No need to wait!" Jiang Zhou said first, "You go back first, my brother and I will come back later."

In fact, it won't be long, but since Jiang Zhou said so, Qiu Minglang didn't say much, tidied up the podium a little bit, told them to go back early, and then left.

There were only the two of them left in the silent classroom, and it was pitch black outside the window, except for the sound of Jiang Linan mopping the floor, there was nothing else, as if they were the only ones left in the entire teaching building.

Jiang Zhou bit his lower lip, showed a slight smile, and rushed to Jiang Linan's side again. He didn't restrain himself when there were people around, let alone there was no one now.

"Have you ever been in love, brother?" He asked in Jiang Linan's left ear.

"No."

"Brother do you prefer boys or girls?" He asked in his right ear again.

"..."not talking anymore.

"Why didn't brother talk?" He squatted down and raised his head again, "I know, I like boys more, right?"

"Jiang Xiaozhou!" Jiang Linan pushed the mop in front of Jiang Zhou heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "You drag it yourself!"

He was really annoyed by the noise, and maybe there was even a little bit of panic caused by being pointed out that secret in his heart. In short, he didn't want to procrastinate. He held back the inexplicable emotion in his heart, and prepared to take his schoolbag and leave immediately. people.

"Hey!" Jiang Zhou was in a hurry, "Brother! I won't ask any more, don't be angry!" He put the mop aside, and stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Linan back.

"I'm just, I'm just afraid that if my brother falls in love, I won't be able to get so close to my brother."

Sure enough, this was the idea, Jiang Linan sighed, the young master's voice was soft and begging.When dealing with him, Jiang Linan always calmed down easily, and the fire that had just started before was extinguished in an instant.

"No." He said softly, a little helplessly.

"No what?"

"Why, you are exactly the same as Meng'er." He turned to look at Jiang Zhou, "If I have a partner, I will still treat you as well, okay?"

To be honest, he has never seen any younger brother and sister who are so clingy and difficult to deal with.Recently, he felt that the young master was more clingy than before, and this kind of clinginess was not just a little more, but a lot more.I don't know if it's because I've gotten used to living a clean life in the past two years. Compared with the two, this makes me feel this way. Maybe the young master's stickiness hasn't changed much from before.

Jiang Zhou's smile faded a bit, and he murmured, "Have you got another half?"

"Otherwise?" He circled his fingers and flicked Jiang Zhou's forehead lightly, "You still think I will serve you two in my life? There are not many left, and it will be finished soon."

Jiang Zhou held the pole of the mop with both hands and tightened it tightly. He accidentally pinched the loose plastic film a little bit, which hurt the palm of his hand.

Jiang Linan leaned back against the drinking fountain, staring intently at Jiang Zhou's back, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

"Same as Meng'er? Return the other half?" Jiang Zhou thought silently in his heart, he snorted coldly, and dragged the floor carefully, "I'm different from Jiang Liumeng."

"As for the other half of my brother."

There was not much left, and it was finished soon. He put the mop behind the door, took the schoolbag and school uniform from Jiang Linan, and turned off the lights.

"What kind of person does brother like?" He asked in the dark.

Jiang Lin'an thought for a while, then looked at Jiang Zhou's figure who was a little taller than him, "You'll know when you meet him."

With a creaking sound, the door slammed shut.

"Then this person, it's best not to show up ever." Jiang Zhou said in his heart.