After the Xueba character was exposed

Jiang Zhao agreed so resolutely, it was the first time Jian Yao saw him.

It may also be that he is overly sensitive to Jiang Zhao's reaction now... Anyway, whatever this person does now, he feels that it is different from before.

When Fang Yan left them and walked back, Jian Yao put away his professional smirk facing the teacher, moved to a position not far from Jiang Zhao, and buried half of his face in his arms to cover his mouth when he spoke.

Jian Yao: "Do you really want to teach?"

Jiang Zhao: "Otherwise."

"...What is there to teach you about writing?" Jian Yao muttered in a low voice.

Jiang Zhao: "Just look at your own handwriting."

Jian Yao: "..."

Although Jian Yao knew that his handwriting was indeed ugly, he was often laughed at by others.

But this didn't stop him from wanting to beat him up after hearing Jiang Zhao's words.

Jiang - the calligraphy teacher - Zhao's wave of provocations successfully provoked Jian Yao's rebellious psychology, he was neither active nor cooperative in calligraphy practice, and did not even think about buying a copybook in the bookstore on the way to the small broken house at night.

Anyway, what the teacher said, practicing copybooks is useless.

I haven't been to the small shabby house for two days. As soon as I entered the door, the cat ran out of the bedroom and rubbed and barked at Jian Yao. Jian Yao hugged it for a long time, and when he entered the bedroom again, he found that Jiang Zhao was taking out two stacks of papers from the bookcase.

Jian Yao took a closer look, one of the two stacks of paper was grid paper, and the other was copy paper.

"..." Jian Yao stood next to Jiang Zhao and pulled the paper twice, "Why do you still have this thing?"

"It's left over from practicing calligraphy before." Jiang Zhao said.

Jiang Zhao threw two stacks of papers on the table, making a "bang" sound, Jian Yao and the cat both shook.

He thought that Jiang Zhao taught writing just to agree casually, and it would be over if he made a fuss, but he didn't expect this to be serious.

But it doesn't matter if you are serious, Jian Yao is not afraid of the so-called soldiers coming to cover up water and soil.

He raised his head to meet Jiang Zhao's gaze, and asked resolutely, "...Do your homework first?"

Today I was talking about the mid-term exam papers all day long. There were few homework assignments.

Jian Yao finished writing in a daze, and couldn't find anything else to do, so he could only start practicing calligraphy with the grid paper.

In order for Jian Yao to have a good environment to write, Jiang Zhao gave him the seat in front of his desk, and asked him to copy some random text, and then started to write the daily tasks assigned by Zhang Xuenian.

After writing a part of the topic, Jiang Zhao raised his eyes to rest for a while, and took a look at how Jian Yao copied——

Jian Yao sat without a posture, his right leg was bent and stepped on the stool, his whole body was leaning to one side, and his writing arm rested on his knee.

He had long legs in the first place, so his entire arm was lifted up, and his wrist was also lifted up. The pen was held in his hand so vaguely, and the words he wrote could be imagined.

To say it was horrible is flattering him.

"Sit down." After Jiang Zhao finished speaking, he glanced at the paper under Jian Yao's pen with hopes as small as a spark, "... telling you to write is not to draw ghost symbols."

"You don't understand, I write this word in this way regardless of the posture." Jian Yao put down his legs and showed Jiang Zhao a few words, "Hey, it doesn't matter much to my sitting posture. I'm still tomorrow." Buy a copybook and copy it, you just throw me a grid paper like this, there is nothing for me to trace, what can I practice?"

"I want to see what's wrong with your handwriting first," Jiang Zhao said.

Jian Yao curled his lips and said nothing, with a displeased expression on his face.

After Jiang Zhao gave him the paper, he went to write the question. He didn't even look at him. He was very upset for no reason. If he copied a few lines like this, he would inevitably be even more upset.

"Then did you see it?"

The unhappiness in Jian Yao's tone was obvious. Jiang Zhao looked at him, but didn't get a response for a long time, then lowered his eyes to his hand, and said "um", "Your posture for holding the pen is wrong."

Jian Yao was startled, and raised his right hand: "No way? What's wrong?"

"Instead of holding the pen between your index finger and middle finger, you need to use your thumb and index finger." Jiang Zhao said holding the pen and placing it in front of Jian Yao, "Like me."

Jian Yao tried his best to focus on the pen that Jiang Zhao was holding. He looked left and right for a long time but didn't see why. He just imitated his appearance and held the pen, and then wrote on the paper.

When the tip of the pen touched the paper, Jian Yao realized that he couldn't write anymore.

He felt that his hands didn't belong to him, they became very strange, and even ordinary horizontal and vertical lines were drawn crookedly.

"...I can't do it." Jian Yao tried to write his own name, and successfully wrote it in a way that he couldn't recognize it. "Are you sure you can write like this?"

"Write more and get used to it." Jiang Zhao said.

This is said lightly, but the most unbearable thing for Jian Yao is to write more.

He didn't like to write as he wanted before, let alone now, just holding the pen firmly would take a lot of energy, and the written words looked ugly, so he couldn't stand it.

He tried to write two more words, his patience was completely worn out, and he wanted to explode in an instant.

But with Jiang Zhao on the sidelines, he was too embarrassed to just quit. This always reminded him of the "level of ordinary primary school students" that Teacher Fang said in the evening self-study, as if he was like a primary school student.

Jian Yao can only say euphemistically: "Your method is not good, I can't control my hand at all, you see this is uglier than what I just wrote."

So going on like this is not an option, it is better to abandon this method, and tomorrow I will buy copybooks and practice calligraphy obediently...

Jian Yao was muttering in his heart, and when he heard Jiang Zhao's "hmm", his eyes lit up, and just about to say what he was muttering, he heard Jiang Zhao say, "I'll help you."

Jian Yao: "?"

Before Jian Yao could figure out the meaning of Jiang Zhao's words, Jiang Zhao had already put down his pen and stood up, walking behind Jian Yao.

A strong heat pressed down from behind, and then heat climbed up the back of his hand.

Jiang Zhao bowed and stood behind Jian Yao, with his left hand supporting the edge of the table, and his right hand covering Jian Yao's hand, holding his whole hand.

Jiang Zhao's fingers were long, and the fingertips were slightly cool, but the palm of his hand was warm. He grabbed Jian Yao's hand and slightly adjusted the posture of holding the pen. On the grid paper, he also adjusted his sitting posture.

Jian Yao's brain froze almost instantly.

He felt his whole body being wrapped in Jiang Zhao's arms, and the familiar aura eroded him from all directions, especially on his right hand.

His whole body was stiff, his breathing was a little messy, his body didn't seem to be his own, and he could only be manipulated by Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao didn't take Jian Yao to write for a long time. He lowered his eyes and saw the redness of Jian Yao's ears, and asked abruptly, "Are you nervous?"

"...No." The ear seemed to be redder, but the voice sounded normal, and he even asked calmly, "What do you write?"

"What do you want to practice first?"

Jiang Zhao's voice was very close, so close that Jian Yao could feel the heat blowing over his ears, and his intuition told him that Jiang Zhao's head was on his side, and he could meet his gaze with a slight tilt of his head.

But Jian Yao didn't dare to move, he could only blink his eyes lightly: "Anything is fine."

He has lost his mind, and can only reply to Jiang Zhao's words instinctively.

"Your handwriting with left and right structures is the worst." Jiang Zhao paused, "Practice this first?"

"Ah."

"What do you want to write?"

"..."

Write what?

Jian Yao searched for the words with left and right structure in his mind, obviously there are so many at random, but there is only one thing he can think of now——

"...write your name."

Jian Yao even went home in a daze.

Li Jiao watched TV with Song Mingqiang in the living room, saw Jian Yao came back and asked for the first time, but Jian Yao went straight back to the bedroom as if he didn't hear, and Li Jiao held his breath.

Jian Yao did not hear it.

He went into the bedroom and turned on the light. He sat in front of the desk and looked at the empty table and meditated for a long time. Suddenly he came back to his senses. He picked up the schoolbag and opened it, and took out a few sheets of matt paper from inside.

It was full, with the same two words written on each page.

Jiang Zhao.

……Hold.

He suspected that he was bewitched by Jiang Zhao.

Jian Yao covered the paper upside down on the table, pushed it forward as far as possible, and then rubbed his hands violently on his face.

In this way, under Jiang Zhao's leadership, he wrote Jiang Zhao's name in two rows, and then copied the name a hundred times next to Jiang Zhao.

Jian Yao really wanted to jump on the bed and bury his head in the pillow, never to come out again.

What a fucking miraculous thing this is!

The most amazing thing is that he seems to be... enjoying it?

This question was more difficult than any questions Jian Yao had encountered before. Jian Yao bowed his head and pondered for a long time, but couldn't think of anything, so he just took his clothes and went to take a bath.

Warm water poured down from the top of the head, relaxing the nerves, Jian Yao rushed for a while, suddenly a flash of inspiration came up, and an idea popped up.

Jiang Zhao...couldn't be doing it on purpose, right?

Did he see something?

After taking a shower, Jian Yao sat on the bed wiping his hair, still thinking, when the phone buzzed, Jian Yao looked down and saw a message hanging in the middle of the screen.

Jiang Zhao: Continue tomorrow

... This man definitely did it on purpose.

Jian Yao thought about Jiang Zhao pretending not to know who he was when he first met him. If he hadn't said he was going to Jiang Zhao's place to stay for a while and then saw the paper he wrote, Jiang Zhao might have been able to pretend like this all the time.

But now why does Jiang Zhao pretend to be like this?Are you waiting for his statement?

In Jiang Zhao's eyes, he should still be a person who doesn't remember anything, so when will he wait for him to express his opinion?

Unless Jiang Zhao knows that he actually remembers everything.

Jian Yao felt that his IQ had finally come back, he speculated again in his heart, then took out his phone and poked Zheng Mengyang.

Jian Yao: Are you here? Are you here?

Jian Yao: I want to ask you something

Zheng Mengyang: Yes, yes, what's wrong with me!

Jian Yao: Didn't you ask Jiang Zhao for homework answers the day before yesterday? Did he ask you anything?

Zheng Mengyang: He asked me if you didn't remember when you were drunk

Sure enough, I guessed right.

Jian Yao covered his head with a towel, paused while watching the news, then rubbed the towel and slowly wiped his hair.Even if he guessed right, he didn't feel excited, but a little dazed.

Zheng Mengyang: How can you lie to me, Mr. Jiang, by pretending to have amnesia, and quickly tell me if you did something shameful?

Jian Yao: He didn't tell you?

Zheng Mengyang: No, what are you really doing? ?

Jian Yao was stunned for a moment, thinking whether he had no IQ or something wrong, how could Jiang Zhao tell Zheng Mengyang such a ghostly thing.

Jian Yao: What can I do when I'm drunk?

He threw the towel on the stool not far away, and lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze after writing this line.

Jiang Zhao took the initiative to kiss him, but if we really want to talk about feelings, this kind of thing is a matter between two people. Jiang Zhao knows that he is pretending not to expose it, but he can understand it.

In fact, Jiang Zhao's attitude is quite clear. If he wants to pretend to be stupid, he can pretend. As long as he wants to, this matter can be exposed as if it didn't happen. The two of them can continue to be good friends, rivals, and co-rental partners as before. .

The key is whether he wants to or not.

The ceiling suddenly became far away, and Jian Yao thought about what happened in the shabby house just now, Jiang Zhao was very close to him, Jiang Zhao grabbed his hand to write, every movement was very slow and clear.

In addition to this, there is also the kiss a few days ago, the thoughts during the puzzle, and the hug on Jiang Zhao's birthday night...

No matter how you look at it, it is not normal.

Even without experience, Jian Yao knew exactly what he was thinking.

The reason for his confusion and fear was not that he liked someone, but that the person he liked was Jiang Zhao.

It's a boy.

Jian Yao suddenly closed his eyes, sighed and turned sideways, grabbed the quilt and hugged him in his arms, like a quiet sleeping beauty.

Sleeping Beauty was quiet and beautiful for a while, then woke up by herself, took out her phone and held it in her hand.

Zheng Mengyang sent a few more paragraphs, but Jian Yao didn't bother to reply after hastily scanning them, but clicked on the input box and said his own directly.

Jian Yao: Let me ask you something

Zheng Mengyang: What?

Jian Yao: Do ​​I look gay?

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