legal cohabitation

"Tsk, baby."

The boy's tone was sloppy, he leaned back on the chair, and suddenly raised his tone, "Damn! What is this!?"

He dragged the chair back violently, making a sizzling sound on the ground, his scalp numb from the explosion.

In the classroom in the evening, the setting sun streamed down from the window, casting a layer of light on the girl by the window. Her long hair was dyed yellow, revealing the maroon hair color that was dyed secretly from the parents and teachers.

She looked down at the tablemate, and there was a crumpled tissue on the ground, scarlet inside, looming and terrifying at first glance.

Tong Yang rolled his eyes, picked up the ball of paper with his little finger up, stretched it out in front of the boy, shook it, and answered him frivolously: "Baby, look clearly, it's just lipstick."

Lu Qian said "Oh" indifferently, and whistled indifferently: "Aren't I afraid of blood?"

"Well, still blind." Tong Yang continued to apply lipstick in front of the small mirror, and sneered.

Lu Qian shrugged indifferently, put a big arm around the back of her chair, and blew at her: "Well, if you are not blind, how can you fall in love with you?"

"No, I don't have a boyfriend who is as cowardly as you, and I can knock myself out in a fight."

Tong Yang's voice was serious, and it was the last self-study class before school ended, and the people around the table laughed.

Tong Yang and Lu Qian are regarded as the treasures of their class, and they are also appearances, occupying the top of the school's male and female beauty rankings respectively.

An art student and a performing arts student, I don't see the two of them studying in the self-study class every day, just you and me bickering and playing poor.

Say "baby" today, "dear" tomorrow, and "cute" the day after tomorrow.

But everyone knows that the two are not lovers. Tong Yang has a male god who has been chasing him wholeheartedly for a year, a college bully in the third year of high school.

As for Lu Qian, he has to say a few words to any good-looking girl, and Tong Yang is not the only one.

And just looking at the exquisite facial features, he looks better than Tong Yang, but he is not feminine, his facial lines are sharp and he looks very heroic, but his eyes are very good-looking, but he has an amazing gender ambiguity.

The eye sockets are deep, and the folds on the eyelids are as sharp as knives. When you smile, you will stir up a careless flow, like a butterfly spreading its wings.

Tong Yang casually combed his ponytail, pursed his lips in front of the mirror, wiped his red lips, and winked at Lu Qian: "Bye, I'll leave first."

After finishing speaking, she looked towards the front and back doors, bowed with her schoolbag in her arms, and was about to rush out.

As soon as the leg took a step, Lu Qian pulled him back by the collar: "Fuck, after a while, the bustard asked me where you were, what did I say?"

The teacher in class three was surnamed Bao and called Bao Shuyu. At first, he was just called Lao Bao Lao Bao. Later, he didn't know who was in charge, so he started calling him Lao Bustard.

Little did they know that this title involved them all.

"He's too lazy to ask! If he wants to look for you, he will look for you. Let go quickly, and don't delay my sister's flirtatious man."

Tong Yang bent his back and stood there in an extremely awkward posture.

Lu Qian let out a soft "tsk" and let go of his hand.

The sunlight at the end of October has lost its strength, like the paint on rice paper has dyed the sky wet, and the twilight spreads, blurring the ink color in the distant sky.

He lay down on the table for a while, with a toffee stuffed in his mouth, it was wet and sticky, and he struggled to chew it. Before the drowsiness came over him, he heard a sound like a bell.

"Lu Qian! Look at you! Everyone else is doing their homework, so you sleep!! Go to sleep when you finish your homework!!" Bao Shuyu stood at the door and shouted, and finally added a sad sentence, "The emperor is not in a hurry for eunuchs urgent!"

Lu Qian laughed out loud: "Don't, don't, scold me, don't bring yourself along."

Shocking laughter quickly broke out in the classroom.

Bao Shuyu let out a breath from his nose: "Where is Tong Yang!"

"Toilet." Lu Qian's face remained unchanged.

"Tong Yang is more calm than you! You! I really don't know what to say about you!"

"..."

Lu Qian was speechless, with his legs crossed, the half-melted toffee stuck to his teeth, and he pushed it with the tip of his tongue.

Bao Shuyu captured this scene sharply, and cursed again: "What are you muttering about! Still not convinced! When will you and Tong Yang compete for the last place, I will wake up laughing from my dream."

Lu Qian was kind, nodded and said sadly: "I will work hard."

While finally peeling the toffee off his teeth, he chewed it two or three times and swallowed it before explaining slowly: "No muttering, the toffee is stuck in my teeth."

"Eat snacks in class!"

Lu Qian grieved again: "I was wrong, I dare not."

He has been trained a lot since he was a child, and he has learned that there is nothing more effective than the three consecutive words of "I was wrong", "I dare not", and "I will work hard".

Bao Shuyu was almost furious, glared at him in frustration, and finally pointed out the reason for this pick-up——

"Did you get into a fight with Chen Dazhuang from the next class at noon! And you even knocked out a nosebleed!?"

Lu Qian wanted to say "I was wrong" again, but he was afraid that Bao Shu would become more angry, so he nodded calmly and admitted.

"If I hadn't told you a lot, my parents would have come to the classroom to find you!"

"Thank you, old bustard." Lu Qian said casually, and quickly realized something was wrong, abruptly changing "bao" from the third sound to the first sound.

Ups and downs like a roller coaster.

Uncontrollable laughter broke out in the classroom again.

Yu Ci, who was sitting in front of Lu Qian, laughed tremblingly and shouted: "Old Bao! Lu Qian didn't faint too! We can't just blame him!"

"What? You fainted too?" Bao Shuyu paused in doubt, walked quickly to the back row, and stretched out his hand in concern.

Before he touched his forehead, Lu Qian raised his hand and knocked him off. He cursed in a low voice, and kicked Yuci's chair directly: "Get out!"

"I'm fine." Lu Qian said calmly.

It's okay...

It's just dizzy...

I don't know if he didn't control his strength well in this fight, or because Chen Dazhuang's nose was too fragile, so he saw blood just like that, and Yu Ci dragged him back in the end.

Bao Shuyu wanted to say something more, but he finally sighed and knocked on the table with the book in his arms: "Come out with me."

"Hey! Good!"

In the corridor, Bao Shuyu hugged Lu Qian to his shoulder.

He is 180 tall, but he is still shorter than Lu Qian, and the hook on his shoulders is not so smooth, so he simply put it down again.

"Tell me about you, am I not treating you well?" Bao Shu was heartbroken.

"No, you're really nice." Lu Qian said.

"How many times have I let you go, tell me about it! This time I have invited your parents, so I have to talk about you!" Bao Shuyu patted him on the back twice.

"No, wait a minute." Lu Qian followed him into the office.

He is not afraid to invite parents, most of the temper he can develop now is caused by spoiling, and he has never been beaten or scolded since he was a child.

"My parents are on a business trip, you plan to make a video call with them, so trendy?"

"You are poor and you are!" Bao Shuyu rolled his eyes, "Your mother told me that your brother will come over."

"……elder brother?"

Lu Qian is an only child, and he has no friendship with any cousins.

There is only one person who can be counted as "brother".

Before he finished thinking, a voice came from behind him: "Teacher, Lu Qian is ignorant, I really trouble you."

Immediately, where his eyes touched, a pair of hands stretched out, the cuffs reached the wrist bones, revealing the sharp wrists.

Lu Qian was wearing a school uniform loosely, because of the fight at noon, there were still a few gray and black marks, and the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows.

The man standing beside him was wearing a well-tailored suit with straight shoulders. Inside was a thin white shirt with a button on the top undone. The depression of the collarbone at the neck cast a shadow on the shirt.

He tilted his head and frowned at Lu Qian, his jaw line drawn into a sharp arc.