accompany me

A few minutes later, Chi Yang pushed back his notes. The last page was spread out, and there were a few extra words on the blank paper. The handwriting was not correct, but the writing was barely serious. It belonged to the marking teacher. The type who is dissatisfied with life but has no way to scold.

The instigator poked him twice, trying to attract his attention—so He Yi turned his head and took a look, his eyes fell on that line of writing, he was silent for a moment, and then retracted.

This time it wasn't an earthy love story, Chi Yang asked him if his birthday was coming soon.

It does seem to be.So he nodded and added a few numbers under the line.

The penultimate day of December seemed like such a cold and quiet day.

Chi Yang propped his head up, watching him turn his body slightly towards him, lower his head, write with downcast eyes seriously, the hand holding the pen is slender and fair, which always makes people have some urge to touch and possess for no reason.

After finishing writing, he thoughtfully pushed the notes back in front of him.So Chi Yang wrote another sentence in that lazy posture: "What gift do you want?"

——You don’t need to think about the answer, you know it, it’s okay, don’t bother, and so on.According to He Yi's personality, he is probably the type who was taught "don't accept other people's things casually, even if you accept it, you have to double the reward" since he was a child. Apart from thank you, the most spoken words on his birthday may be to evade and decline.

However, as long as he thinks about presents, He Yi will get used to them, big and small, like three meals a day, and he can't be in a hurry.

So he thought about it for a while, and crossed out this sentence, and replaced it with a less serious tease-earthy love story-there is nothing to do, can you give me to you.

A cliché is a cliché, and it might work wonders against He Yi.

However, it turns out that he still thought too much - when He Yi finished reading this sentence, the bell for the end of class just rang, so he saw that the other party took off his glasses in the sudden noise, and looked up at him calmly, with a kind of expression Euphemistic and restrained, almost caring for the illiterate, he replied softly, we still need to pay attention to protecting personal rights.

"..." Chi Yang stared at him for a moment, but still couldn't hold back, he burst out laughing, "I don't want to protect, the deed of sale is written and placed in front of you, just say whether you want it or not."

He Yi seemed to follow suit with a smile, the relaxed smile flashed past his eyes, and he regained his composure: "I can't afford to support..."

He always felt that He Yi didn't finish his sentence, but as the class monitor, he had a lot of time to manage and had a good temper. At this time, when the self-study class was over, someone came to ask questions—so Chi Yang could only watch helplessly as his little boyfriend was halfway through his sentence. I was politely invited away by the girl in the front row

Oh, come on, his personal belongings are worth nothing compared to math problems.

He silently watched He Yi walk to the podium, surrounded by two or three little girls and bowed down, writing and drawing on paper—he had seen He Yi giving lectures before, as if he had endless patience , with a gentle and clear tone, more gentle than him.

I don't know if it's his honor, but from the time he bumped into Smoking, He Yi seemed to let go of his politeness and upbringing a little bit only when he was around, showing that kind of cold ruffian and desire to tease, not to provoke People hate it, but the meaning of tit-for-tat occasionally passes by, which can arouse some of his impulses just right.

Aggression, obedience, no blasphemy.

Sometimes he feels that He Yi's nature is as gentle and pure as he shows, with an unattainable seriousness hidden in his bones, but sometimes it seems to be more than that, at least he doesn't believe that he can grow up safely in such a nightmare family What a pure, kind and harmless character will be formed in the child.

He's a bit like a good-tempered monster, who should be good at deceiving people, but he's all learned to be gentle and gentle, to live in peace with mortals in the world-but so what, he still flocks to monsters.

"What's the matter?" He Yi came back a few minutes later, he was puzzled by him, "Do you have any questions to ask?"

"No," Chi Yang lay on the table, stretched his arms to grab his clothes, pulled him closer, and complained to him pretending to be wronged, "Why have you been here for so long, and how many questions are waiting for you to talk about it?" ..."

The voice was quiet, forcing He Yi to bend slightly to hear clearly: "What?"

In the next second, his balance suddenly lost, and his shoulders were suddenly grabbed by someone. He had no time to react, propped up a desk in a panic, and fell into the opponent's arms unexpectedly - the voice of the instigator rang in his ears, as if making trouble out of no reason: "Accompany me!" accompany me."

Here is He Yi's peace of mind, he won't be angry if he is teased like this, he stands up with his legs up, looks down at him, seems to find it very interesting, with a little smile in the corner of his eyes: "This is jealousy!" Yet……"

"Well," Chi Yang admitted generously, propped his chin and looked up at him, and stretched out his other hand to touch his forearm, the palm was a little hot, "Teach me any questions."

"Okay," He Yi knew that he was looking for trouble for nothing, so he didn't expose it - he didn't mind teaching, and whether Chi Yang learned it was another matter, "I'll go back and teach you tonight."

Before the class bell rang, most of the students who had been suppressed by the long self-study for an hour and a half had gone out. There were only a few people left in the classroom. It was a bit strange for the two of them to stand and chat in the corner.He Yi coughed in a low voice, and shook his arm to signal him to let go.

Chi Yang didn't seem to notice: "You only teach questions?"

"Well, what else?" He Yi didn't make any money, sat down with the opportunity, let him stick to him, and asked softly—a textbook-level analogy, "Last time you said you were jealous and you wanted to make up for me...how should I make up for you now?" ,Um?"

A quick learner.

Chi Yang doesn't doubt his boyfriend's learning ability at all. He Yi's mobile browser is probably full of questions like "what should be paid attention to when dating", although he really doesn't want to let any Yi be taken away by those poisonous strategies , but the other party's ability to understand the spirit is really strong, and occasionally it can give him some surprises when he improves to an idea, and he will let him go after a few times.

Just like now, the person who couldn't even understand what jealousy was before, can already sense his emotions this time, and even comfort him in turn.

Although this kind of consolation was slightly ridiculed, it seemed to be perfunctory after seeing through his unreasonable troubles—perfunctory was also a full set of jokes, as if I was really used to him, and I didn't know whether it was because I was naturally good-tempered or indulged him.

Chi Yang didn't really like it, he just wanted to tease him. When it comes to this matter, he naturally has to take advantage of the situation and smile maliciously: "Why do you still ask me, brother, think for yourself."

His hand gradually moved downwards, and at some point He Yi's hand was attached to it, sticky and intertwined with his fingers.The young man's joints are thin and slender, with a fineness close to that of a handicraft, and he warmed up slightly after being rubbed by him, and it feels good to the touch.

The owner of the handicraft pondered for a moment, wondering which emotional strategy he was recalling, and then hesitantly replied after a long time: "Cooking for you..."

"Really," Chi Yang deliberately teased him, "If you want to feed me, you can do it in another way, you don't have to take the risk."

He Yi obviously doesn't think this idea is feasible - to be precise, the answers to questions like "how to coax a boyfriend when he is angry" that he has seen on the Internet seem to be unable to be directly applied to Chi Yang, and it is too easy to be reflected General one army.

"Then I'll teach you how to do the questions." So he chose his original idea, glanced at the books stacked on the corner of the table, took out a test paper he had finished and spread it out in front of Chi Yang, "You choose."

He obviously spoke very seriously, and his eyes were sincere, but in Chi Yang's eyes, there was always a suspicion of mocking sincerity.

"Okay, then just tell me," Chi Yang propped his chin with one hand, and the other hand still held his hand, and even pulled him to his side even more, his possessive desire was obvious, "Don't You are not allowed to go if anyone asks, how about it?"

He Yi looked at him, as if he couldn't hold it back, he bent his eyes slightly, and a smile slowly flowed out from his eyes, soft and clear--the expression in that look was "how can you be so childish", but in the end he said When he came out, he was very patient: "Okay, I will accompany you out after class in the future, and I won't give others a chance."

— not a promise.Chi Yang knew very well that this sentence was not necessarily what he said, but only provided an extreme possibility, and gave him the full power to make decisions.

"Really?" Chi Yang looked at him for a moment, stood up, and pointed to the back door, "Let's go, class hasn't started yet."

There was at most one minute before the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the classmates who went out to fetch water to go to the toilet also came back one after another. According to common sense, or any logical assumption, He Yi should be able to find a reasonable reason to refuse.

But he didn't.

The good student looked up at him, wondering what he was thinking, then lowered his head after a few seconds, simply cleaned up the things on the desk, took out a piece of paper to write a few lines, pressed it on the desk, then got up and asked He came with a calm expression as usual: "Let's go."

Chi Yang was a little flattered: "Didn't you say that you won't skip classes in the future? How come..."

Yes, why do you still take the lead in running away from evening self-study and leaving a note to deceive the teacher?

Probably not so well-behaved and obedient in his bones.

He Yi shook his head slightly, slowed down, and got a little closer to Chi Yang, as if yearning for his body temperature.It was too cold at night, and the sensor lights on the corridor lit up one after another with the footsteps, and the mist spit out between words slowly rose—he was silent for a moment, and replied softly: "The review can't be completely counted..."

There are also many factors beyond expectations to consider, such as occasional slack, such as wanting you to be happy.

For example, at the moment you let go of your hand, you feel nostalgic and at a loss, and subconsciously choose the direction to approach you.

"I used to do those things behind my teacher's back, I did it for the sake of doing it, and I just wanted to hide it from my father," he said, "Now... I have no interest in smoking, and I don't want to skip class, but if..."

But if it's for you, I can also relapse and occasionally return to a less pure and virtuous situation.

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