how to chase boys

For the remaining half of the evening self-study, I tensed up nervously, always afraid that I would smell something on my body and be smelled by others.

Or someone saw the smudged water marks on my pants.

I sat in a daze for half the class, and didn't turn over a single page of the math homework that was spread out.

The deskmate asked me what was wrong in a low voice, looking uncomfortable.

I didn't dare to speak, I shook my head to indicate that I was fine, and looked down at the questions, but my mind was not on the exercise book at all.

Tang Shi's place was really... very hot, and there were a lot of them.

I was half threatened and half coaxed by him to help him get it out with my mouth, and I swallowed a lot accidentally, and I always felt that there was a strange taste in my mouth.

Others dare not talk to me, but I want to jump up even if my deskmate is a little closer to me.

The bell for the evening self-study get out of class was my life-saving bell. As soon as the bell rang, I grabbed my schoolbag and ran outside, ignoring the farewell sounds of the people around me.

Tonight my dad didn't have time, my mom came to pick me up, and she wondered why I came out so early.

"Didn't I have to wait for you for a while before?"

I had already walked to the co-pilot's door, but when I heard this, I folded to the back seat, leaning against the door and sat down cautiously.

The underwear was a bit sticky, and although the school uniform pants were wiped with a paper towel soaked in water, there was still a circle of hard marks.

I was in a daze, and heard myself say to my mother: "There are no questions I don't understand today, and I will come out after class."

"Well, don't push yourself too hard. You can go to school the next day to solve any problems you don't understand."

My mother picked up a bottle of yogurt from the co-pilot seat and handed it to me, "Good baby, drink some yogurt."

I took the yogurt and held it in my hand without drinking it: "Thank you mom."

The yogurt has been taken out of the refrigerator for some time, and there is a small layer of water mist on the outside, which turns into water droplets when it meets the hot and humid palm.

Clutching the yogurt box locked in the back of the car, I felt like a mushroom hiding in a damp cave.

Soggy, slimy, and on the verge of mold.

The first thing I do when I get home is to change my clothes. After changing my school uniform, I take the clothes to the laundry room and prepare to wash them.

My mother felt strange and asked me: "Why do I have to do laundry so late?"

"Physical education class today." I hugged the clothes in my arms tightly, as if I was holding a piece of hot potato. It was so hot that I didn't dare to let it go.

"I had physical education class today. I played ball and my clothes were all sweaty."

My mother nodded, and came over to take the clothes in my hand: "Mom, wash it for you."

"Need not!"

I took two steps back, "I can do it myself, I'm already a sophomore in high school, mom."

"Good boy," my mother smiled and shook her head, "you are mother's child at all ages. Well, mother won't rob you, you wash it yourself, wash it up early and go to bed, mother is going upstairs."

Seeing my mother go upstairs, I breathed a sigh of relief, and flashed into the laundry room with the clothes.

I put the clothes in the washing machine and turned them twice, but I still feel that the clothes are not clean.

I was standing in front of the washing machine with my dripping trousers in my hand, and I was hesitating whether to wash it again, when a car suddenly drove in from the yard, and it was my dad who came back.

I hurriedly stuffed the clothes into the washing machine to dry, and ran outside to pick up my dad.

My dad was out for a party tonight, and he smelled of alcohol all over his body. When I ran out to find him, the valet driver just picked him up from the car.

I was going to help my dad, but he blocked it with his hand, "Dad smells bad."

The driver said: "Little friend, please open the door, and I will help this gentleman in."

My dad smiled and shook his head, saying that he can go in by himself and let the driver go back first.

My father is tall and big, and his center of gravity is particularly unstable after drinking.After sending the valet driver out, I looked back and saw that he was a little shaky, so I put his coat on my arm and walked home with his arm.

My dad asked me: "Why don't you go to bed so late?"

I replied: "The clothes are dirty, I just washed them."

After finally getting him onto the sofa, I breathed a sigh of relief and went to fetch a glass of warm water for him to drink.

"Dad," I went to the kitchen and opened the closet. I searched based on my impressions to no avail, so I could only ask him, "Can you remember where the hangover medicine is?"

"forget."

My dad leaned on the sofa after drinking the water, raised his neck slightly, and put his arms on his forehead, looking very uncomfortable.

I was going upstairs to call my mother, but he stopped me and said not to disturb my mother's rest.

There is no way, I can only imitate my mother and wash the towel to wipe his face.Halfway through wiping, my dad patted my hand, looked at me very gently and said, "Good boy."

I smiled, sat down next to him, and leaned my head on his shoulder.

Thinking about it this way, I haven't been this close to my dad for a long time.

He is busy and I am also busy. Not long ago, I took the initiative to ask to stay in school for evening self-study, eat a little dinner at school, and go to bed after taking a shower when I get home.

If it wasn't for the laundry tonight, I'd be asleep by now.

On the wall of the living room, there is still a composition written by me in the third grade of elementary school, framed in a gold picture frame, facing the sofa where I sit.

I looked up at the composition. Many years had passed, and the handwriting written by the pencil was a little faded, and the white paper was also a little yellow.

My dad also followed my gaze to look at the composition. In fact, the handwriting on it was a little blurred, and it was so far away, how could I see it clearly.

But this composition is very old, and it has been hung in my house for more than ten years. I guess my dad can recite the content above.

"You have liked Tang Shi since you were a child," my dad said with a smile, "The teacher said that you won an award for your composition, and I thought you were writing about me, or your mother, but I didn't expect it to be Tang Shi."

"Your mother is still jealous, saying that after raising you for so long, you might as well kiss the brat next door."

"No way," I also laughed, "Tang Shi tricked me into writing it."

I can still remember how Tang Shi coaxed me back then.

It was the weekend, I was watching cartoons at home, Tang Shi ran to my house and asked me, "How is brother treating you?"

I nodded, "OK."

Satisfied, he asked again, "Then do you like brother?"

He always buys me snacks, of course I have to say I like it.

Tang Shi was very proud, found a piece of composition paper, and asked me to get a pencil from my schoolbag, saying that I wanted to write a short composition.

I have never written a composition, only a small essay, so I bit the tip of my pencil and asked him: "Brother Tang Shi, can you teach me how to write?"

"No, you have to write it yourself."

Tang Shi showed patience and taught me slowly: "Think about how I treat you well, just write it out."

"Does it count if my stomach hurts if you give me small meatballs?"

"...not counting."

"Then you asked me to wear sister Tongtong's skirt, does that count?"

"It doesn't count."

Tang Shi held my round face and asked me, "Do you want to eat ice cream?"

I nodded without hesitation, "Yes."

"Then write it well," Tang Shi threw out a tempting condition: "After finishing writing, I'll take you to buy ice cream, and buy as much as you want."

So there was the neatly written "My Dearest Person".

Also won an award.

Now it is quite miraculous to see that the composition is written like that and can still win an award.

Speaking of this, my dad also expressed a lot of emotion. He drank too much and spoke a little without thinking.He said: "You are actually quite stupid. You are not as smart as Tang Shi since you were a child, but you are more willing to work hard than Tang Shi."

...How come, I am also very smart, okay?

Seeing a bit of dissatisfaction on my face, my dad said again: "It's also more obedient than Tang Shi."

"Is it just more obedient than him?" I said quietly, "Tang Shi always makes Aunt Tang angry, and it's very rude for Uncle Tang not to call Uncle Tang when he's on a business trip."

My dad smiled and shook his head, saying that I was just as competitive as my children: "You, when it comes to Tang Shi, you get easily excited."

Have it?I blushed at what he said, and excused that I had to go to class tomorrow and go upstairs to sleep.

"Go," my dad waved his hand to signal me to go upstairs, "it's so late, you should go to bed long ago."

The next morning when I just went out, I saw Aunt Tang standing with her mobile phone in her hand and her back to the gate of our yard.

"dad."

My dad was wearing a suit jacket on his arm, and he was straightening his collar as he walked towards me. I stretched out my hand and tugged at him, motioning him to look at the door.

Aunt Tang's crying voice came faintly: "...he just wants to piss me off."

My dad frowned, took out the car key and pressed it, reminding Aunt Tang that we were out.

Aunt Tang hung up the phone and turned around, her eyes still red, and asked my dad if he wanted to send me to school.She said, "Take me there by the way."

"Aunt Tang," I had a bad premonition in my heart, and asked cautiously, "Did Tang Shi's teacher call you?"

It must be, Qi Le told me last night that Tang Shi's head teacher was angry and asked me to persuade him to go back to class.

I really persuaded him, but how could he listen to me.

Not only did I fail to persuade him to go back to class, I was also pressed in the toilet by him and cried.

I am also responsible for Tang Shi's class teacher calling Aunt Tang, and I am not young.Thinking of this, my heart felt heavy, and I lowered my head, not daring to look at Aunt Tang.

On the way to school, Aunt Tang sighed and told my father about her failure in educating her children, "Tang Shi is so old that he doesn't even go into the kitchen, he loses his temper even if he heats up milk by himself."

"I'm really dying of exhaustion."

"Last night, it was almost twelve o'clock. Tang Shi's teacher called me and said that he hadn't seen him the whole evening self-study. He's in his third year of high school! He still skipped class, is he trying to piss me off!"

Aunt Tang became more and more sad as she talked, and she shed tears sitting next to me.

My dad took the front one and handed it over directly, and I took the tissue to help Aunt Tang wipe away tears, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Aunt Tang, don't be sad."

"How could Auntie not be sad?"

Aunt Tang said sadly: "If your brother is half as obedient as you, Auntie won't be like this."

Don't say that, I'm not such a good kid...

I felt even more uncomfortable and guilty, and almost said that it was my fault that Tang Shi didn't go to class.

After arriving at the school, Aunt Tang and I parted ways at the school gate. She went to the office of the third department of high school to find Tang Shi's class teacher, but I was stopped by the guard on duty at the gate because I was not wearing a school uniform.

A duty student with an armband on his sleeve asked me, "Why don't you wear your school uniform?"

My brain is to blame, I forgot about the school uniform after throwing it into the drying bucket. When I was about to wear it this morning, I took it out and saw that it was still a bit damp. My mother said it was uncomfortable to wear, so she didn't let me wear it.

Who knew that there was someone on duty at the school gate today, and they even caught me.

My eyes wandered, and I was at a loss.

The student on duty had no expression on his face, "Don't be cute, it's useless."

He gave me the notebook in his hand, "Write down the name of your class, and gather at the third playground during the big break to do voluntary labor."

I also want to go to the third year of high school to inquire about Tang Shi's news. How can I go to the third playground to work!There was nothing I could do, I took the notebook from the student on duty, and scribbled down Wen Chen's name: "Oh..."

Wen Chen, my good brother, I'm really sorry.