After the Xueba character was exposed

Jian Yao has never done such a ridiculous thing.

Not only absurd, but also useless.

Just being held made his legs go limp, and he grabbed the edge of the table and wanted to slide to sit on the stool, but Jiang Zhao easily lifted him onto the table.

He grabbed Jiang Zhao's wrist, as if he wanted to push it away, but he resisted powerlessly, and Jiang Zhao quickly controlled his consciousness.

Jian Yao didn't dare to lower his head, so he could only close his eyes slightly, raised his hands to cover his face, and breathed carefully.There were blanks in his mind one after another, and finally at a certain moment he couldn't bear it anymore, closed his eyes and leaned towards Jiang Zhao.

He arched his body, resting his forehead on Jiang Zhao's shoulder, and grasping Jiang Zhao's open collar of his school uniform. Every breath was hot and rapid, which made his cheeks flush.

Every movement of Jiang Zhao will bring out an ambiguous sound, and Jian Yao can't restrain himself, there will always be a soft moan leaking from the cracks in his lips.

When everything was over, Jian Yao was still immersed in the momentary emptiness. Jiang Zhao helped him to sit on the table, making sure that he would not fall down in a daze, and then went to the side to take out a paper to wipe his hands.

Jian Yao lowered his head, his eyes were like a layer of fog, but his eyes followed Jiang Zhao all the time.He quickly noticed Jiang Zhao's strangeness, the man's eyes were a little messy, his thin lips were lightly pursed, and there was still nothing visible on his expression, but his body honestly exposed him.

At times like this, a gentleman and a hooligan are often only one step away.

The gap was crossed by Jiang Zhao, and Jian Yao was able to plant a flag in the new territory in an instant, taking this area as his own, and then he could do whatever he wanted boldly.

He jumped off the table and clasped Jiang Zhao's shoulders, and pushed him hard when he was not paying attention, easily pushing him onto the bed.

Jiang Zhao held the paper in his hand, propped his elbows on the bed, and looked up at the person in front of him.

The blush on this man's face has not completely faded, but his eyes are very bright. He is sitting astride, pressing Jiang Zhao's shoulder with one hand, forcing his back to completely stick to the bed.

"There are comings and goings, and I will help you too."

The weight of the 1.8-meter tall man should not be underestimated. Jian Yao took the initiative and observed Jiang Zhao's expression while moving.

Instinct is uncontrollable, even Jiang Zhao can't maintain the indifference of the past in this situation, he frowned slightly, as if he was still restrained, but his slightly chaotic breathing betrayed him.

Jian Yao felt very novel about Jiang Zhao's appearance, and wanted to see more. His breathing was not steady, and he stared straight at Jiang Zhao, coaxing: "Jiang Zhao, don't bear it."

Jiang Zhao tilted his head, raised his hand suddenly, clasped Jian Yao's shoulder and pressed down.

He asked for a deep kiss, and didn't let Jian Yao sit up again. Jian Yao buried his head in Jiang Zhao's neck, and wanted to leave a mark on it, but was stopped by the remaining rationality, so he could only touch it lightly. Then, it was quickly wiped out again.

The result of this is that after the end, Jiang Zhao is refreshed, but he is exhausted, and his soul will float out of his body, as if he will become a fairy in the next second.

Jian Yao slumped on the bed limply, as if his strength had been drained, Jiang Zhao even wiped his hands for him.

He was lying on the side of the bed like a corpse, and was on the verge of drowsiness, when he was slapped awake by Jiang Zhao.

"Wash before going to bed," Jiang Zhao said.

"I'm tired." Jian Yao yawned as he said, and buried his head in the pillow a little more, "I'll wash after I sleep."

Jian Yao held the pillow with both hands, covering his face almost completely, in exactly the same posture as the sleeping cat. Jiang Zhao looked back at the cat in the middle of Jian Yao's bed, then at the humanoid cat on his own bed, and said, "That time Go to sleep by yourself."

Jian Yao suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhao in astonishment.

He unconsciously said loudly: "Shut people away after having fun? You are too ruthless."

Jiang Zhao asked lightly, "Are you not happy?"

"I..." Jian Yao was stuck, his face flushed again, he couldn't say no to Jiang Zhao, so he just played around, hugged the pillow and rolled to the middle of the bed, spread the big letter, took a deep breath, "Comfortable! mine!"

The cat turned over at some point, sleeping with its belly turned outwards and its limbs spread wide. Jiang Zhao was speechless and admired the synchronization of the two gods, and said, "What's the difference between you and a cat?"

Jian Yao turned around and looked over: "Why? You want to take advantage of me?"

Jiang Zhao: "What are you taking advantage of?"

"The cat is your son, I'm not." Jian Yao raised his finger to the cat, then smiled shamelessly and slyly, and crossed his fingers to show his heart, "I'm your baby."

Jiang Zhao: "..."

This person's skin is probably as thick as two walls now.

"Go take a shower." Jiang Zhao gave the order again.

Jian Yao curled his lips reluctantly, but obediently rolled two more times and got down from the other side of the bed.

Barefoot, he took a change of clothes, found slippers, put them on, and went to the bathroom. After going in for a while, he suddenly opened the door and leaned out half of his body. He said to Jiang Zhao who was sitting by the bed, "If you have a chance, help me take a bath."

Jiang Zhao: "..."

A certain person hummed a little tune and shrank back after making a fuss. Jiang Zhao got up and went to the kitchen to wash his hands. When passing by the bathroom, he held the doorknob and twisted it, and said calmly, "You can do it now."

"Fuck!" There was a shout from inside, and the door was knocked back the next second.Jian Yao blocked the door and locked it, then heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Go away! You have a good idea!"

Jiang Zhao also laughed a few times, and went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

After washing his hands, Jiang Zhao went back to the bedroom, checked the table, the floor and the bed, and found no traces, so he sat on the bench and looked at his phone.

He clicked into WeChat and looked at Moments for a while. It was either Zhang Wenbin showing Maoxiu's children or Jian Yaoxiu's Maoxiu's boyfriend. There were a few incomprehensible complaints from his classmates, and he finished watching them in a short while.

After exiting from Moments and clicking back on the WeChat interface, he saw another group.

The name of this group is "Five Class Big Family", and I don't know when it was created, Jiang Zhao has a vague impression.He didn't have many friends on WeChat, and he didn't quite remember who was drawn into the group.

The group is full of students from Class 20, but there are only more than [-] people, and they don't usually talk. Jiang Zhao deleted the group from the list after joining the group, and never popped up again afterward, so he popped up suddenly today.

Jiang Zhao clicked in and took a look. There were only a few words in the group, and none of the screens were filled.

Siya: Who is that anonymous in the class?

Mumu: I don’t know

Siya: I keep saying it without evidence, so annoying

Mumu: Maybe he has an enmity with jy?

Sisi: [wiping sweat] Speechless

Jiang Zhao stared at "jy" for a long time, and realized that the initials referred to Jian Yao, he frowned, quit from WeChat, and checked the QQ group that he hadn't used for thousands of years.

He flipped through the news, one anonymously said several paragraphs, and there were other people's replies in the middle, but Jiang Zhao automatically filtered it.

[Anonymous]: It must have been copied. Is there any evidence for this?If he had to, wouldn't his previous grades be evidence?

[Anonymous]: [laughing and crying] [laughing and crying] I usually can't pass a hundred in the test, but this time I suddenly got a perfect score? ?Immortals can't do it, can they?

[Anonymous]: Isn't there a boss sitting next to him?Weekly Test doesn’t adjust the seats. There is no difference between dragging the table and not dragging it. You can see it at a glance [laugh cry] [laugh cry] [laugh cry]

[Anonymous]: emmmm, I just want to say that the copied results are quite boring

Jiang Zhao followed the news to the end, and some new news came out. Some people had already started to favor Anonymous, and this Anonymous continued to stir up trouble.

Jiang Zhao: He didn’t copy

This is Jiang Zhao's first time speaking in a class group. After he entered the group and changed the group name card, he threw it into the group assistant to block it. He usually doesn't use QQ. Gave the big boss momentum.

The main reason was that the name in the note was Jiang Zhao, and as soon as the news was sent out, those few nonsensical people who tended to be anonymous immediately changed their direction, and one after another began to brush up on big bosses to appear.

The chat history just now was quickly uploaded, but the anonymity did not give up, relying on no one to recognize him, he continued to match up.

[Anonymous]: How do you know he didn't copy it?Surely he won't let you see it.

Jiang Zhao: Then how do you know he copied it?

[Anonymous]: All right, if you insist on telling me, I can’t help it

The group suddenly fell silent, as if they were all waiting for the anonymous to give a reason, and this anonymous did not disappoint, and it didn't take long for him to make a series of long-winded speeches.

[Anonymous]: When I saw his score, I thought he copied it. At this time, I had no proof, I admit it, but later in math class, the teacher asked him to write the steps of 22 questions, and then I found out that his The question is exactly the same as your @江昭step, it doesn’t mean the idea is the same, but every formula is the same, isn’t that considered copying?I suspect that he wrote the b instead of h because he read it wrong. He didn't understand the meaning of the question at all, so he just copied the answer blindly.

After Jiang Zhao frowned and read the long message, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Jian Yao came out with a satisfied face.

With a smile in the corner of his eyes, he walked into the bedroom full of heat, and was stunned when he saw Jiang Zhao's expression, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Your mother is looking for you?"

"...No." Jiang Zhao closed his eyes and eased his expression, and said lightly, "It's okay."

Jian Yao was in a good mood, and he didn't think much about it after hearing what Jiang Zhao said.He stood at the door of the bedroom, glanced at the cat in the distance, rolled his eyes, kicked off his shoes a few times, jumped onto the big bed, pulled the corner of the quilt and rolled around, rolled into a worm, and turned his back to Jiang Zhao, saying: " I'm going to sleep."

"..." Jiang Zhao looked at the worm who took up half of the bed, and didn't know how to evaluate this kind of overlord's aggressive behavior, and said, "Sleep before the hair is dry?"

"Then let's go to bed after playing with the phone." Da Chong rolled to Jiang Zhao's side with the quilt again, raised his head and pointed at the table, "Bring me my phone."

Jiang Zhao glanced at the phone, but didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't move for a long time.

"Crooked? Are you disconnected?" Jian Yao stretched out a hand and said politely, "Take your phone, thank you."

"...don't play." Jiang Zhao forced out two words, and regardless of the question mark on Jian Yao's face, he squeezed Jian Yao's hand and stuffed it back under the quilt, then got up and brought an absorbent towel over.

He covered Jian Yao's head with a towel, and said while wiping, "Go to sleep after drying."

Jian Yao was in a daze the whole time, but he didn't say anything, letting Jiang Zhao play with his head.

His hair is not short, but it is very thin and soft, and it can be dried easily. Jiang Zhao's movements are very light, and even have a hypnotic effect. When the hair is almost dry, he is not far from falling asleep.

After coaxing him to sleep, Jiang Zhao put down the towel and picked up his phone to watch the group again.

The group was still talking about this matter, but within a few minutes, the chat history was refreshed for a round. Jiang Zhao didn't bother to read all of them, so he just clicked @新闻 in the upper right corner, and quickly jumped to that one.

[Anonymous]: @江昭Why does Jian Yao follow your steps exactly?Didn't you find it strange when he wrote on the blackboard?

A fire rushed into his head, and Jiang Zhao glanced expressionlessly at the unconscious person lying on his stomach next to him, sorting the fire down a bit.

He stroked Jian Yao's upturned hair twice, barely suppressed his temper, and calmly typed to explain.

Jiang Zhao: I don’t think it’s strange

Jiang Zhao: Because he taught me that question

Jiang Zhao: idiot

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