present to the lord

Jiang Zhishu's life is very regular, and it can even be called boring.But recently, for some reason, he was extremely curious about his mysterious deskmate.Rarely does he have such curiosity.

During the lunch break, the tall and slender boy sat on the chair in the grove behind the college. He looked at the book in his hand without any expression. Such indifference was not the enjoyment of being immersed in the book at all, as if he was holding the book in his hand. What I want to learn is not a course that only college students will learn, but some kind of children's books.

The boy's short hair reaches the ears, which is a very common hairstyle for high school students, but his whole body complements such an ordinary hairstyle on the street very well. His skin is a healthy light wheat color, and his figure is well-proportioned due to proper exercise. He is vigorous, but he looks like a scholar, but he is too cold, like an iceberg, and his expression has hardly changed.

It's lunch break time, almost all the students are taking a nap, and the place is very remote and quiet, there is no one at all, only Jiang Zhishu is reading a book on a double wooden chair.

At this time, Fan Haoran was outside the school, Zuo Qi had been annoying him for several days, it was the first time he had seen him who was so desperate for a woman, how contemptuous was that man for love before? You know, it's really beyond his expectation to become such a worthless look now.

The phone rang again. It wasn't that Fan Haoran didn't want to help him, but the thing he was asked to do was too insignificant...

How could he really help that idiot to steal private clothes?He's not a pervert.

The bell was still ringing, Fan Haoran stood under the outer wall and had to answer the phone.

"Hello." He jumped onto the outer wall with a light posture. His slender legs squatted on the top of the wall, and his curled movements were extremely charming. He held the mobile phone by his ear in his right hand, and his left hand was also a mobile phone. He pressed the mobile phone while talking. button, inside is a photo credential of the target's death.

That's right, he took advantage of his lunch break to go out and make a vote.

"Aliar, please, please! Just bring me a sleeping photo of the goddess for me, and if you can get a pair of panties by the way..." Zuo Qi chuckled in a wretched voice.

"Shut up, I want to do it myself, do you think I'm a pervert, who will help you take pictures of women and steal their underwear at night, are you crazy?" He sneered and rolled his eyes, "Since you know She's from an extraordinary family, so don't mess around, and don't be careful to get killed."

Jiang Zhishu, who was sitting on the chair in the grove, froze when he was about to turn the book. He felt as if he had spied something about his mysterious deskmate.

If he heard other people say that, he wouldn't react. It's just that he has been very interested in his deskmate recently. Now, under such a coincidence, he overheard someone's phone call, and the content was still peeping on women's sleeping and stealing For such shameless and insignificant things like heterosexual underwear, he is in a bit of a mood at the moment...

Amazing.

"Hehe, in order to get close to your goddess recently, your task is to ask me for help, what else do you want." Fan Haoran jumped off the wall and refused decisively, "I will not help you, you are on the path of perversion It's too far away, and I'm far behind." Then he suddenly silenced, and just now he didn't pay special attention, there was someone here, squinting his eyes and looking sideways, the phone was full of Zuo Qi's pitiful voice.

Jiang Zhishu's usually cold and calm eyes were a little strange at this moment. He was looking at a boy with a crooked school uniform and tie not far away. He is very enviable to the students, besides, that person has dignified and handsome features, behaves like a gentleman, always smiles, and speaks softly, as if he is afraid of frightening the person who talks to him.

He has been guessing what kind of truth is behind this man's gentlemanly mask, but he seems to know something extraordinary.

Fan Haoran's appearance was like pouring boiling hot oil into Jiang Zhishu's frozen pot of cold water. As soon as he poured it down, it immediately splattered, fried and burned, scratching his heart and liver.

Whether it is the electronic board in Fan Haoran's hand that Jiang Zhishu can't understand how to use, or Fan Haoran's strange behavior on weekdays...Jiang Zhishu has never believed in groundless things like 'intuition', if he wants to prove it For one thing, you will only believe in reliable data to illustrate the facts.

However, Aliar is too strange.This new tablemate made him feel too strange.

The specific Jiang Zhishu couldn't tell, but that kind of abnormal feeling made him curious and uneasy. His life has always been like stagnant water. The appearance of Aliar suddenly ignited a huge flame and enthusiasm in him. Such an involuntary desire to pay attention At the same time as this person who can keep pace with him in studies, Jiang Zhishu is somewhat resistant to this strange feeling of being attracted by others.

Fan Haoran lowered his voice, and said softly to the person on the phone: "You don't have to think about it, I will never steal women's panties for you, it's whimsical." He immediately stopped and hung up the phone.

"Hey, classmate Jiang Zhishu, it's fate that you found such a secluded place." Fan Haoran walked over at a leisurely pace, bent down and sat in the vacant place next to Jiang Zhishu, and then he saw that he had put it aside without moving. "It's just right, I haven't eaten yet, you shouldn't mind."

"Yeah." After a pause, Jiang Zhishu, who was as beautiful as a god's hand, nodded, and then he saw Fan Haoran's informal eating, and the two of them finished a cake. It was not too fast, and he chewed it casually for a few times before swallowing it. go down.

"It tastes good, Auntie's craftsmanship is really good." A gentleman praised casually.

Immediately, Fan Haoran stood up and left gracefully: "Thank you for the hospitality."

Did he come because he didn't have lunch?

Jiang Zhishu looked at someone who left immediately after eating in silence, unconsciously realizing the truth.

And Fan Haoran who rejected Zuo Qi again was very speechless when he saw the young man with a pitiful face standing at the school gate after school.

"Don't think about it, I won't agree." Blocking someone who was about to speak, he sneered and glanced sideways at Zuo Qi who had changed his clothes and showed his figure and appearance.

Because of his occupation, Zuo Qi has always dressed in a very low-key manner, but he is eager to capture his goddess, and this attire is all in the direction of a peacock spreading its tail.He is good-looking and has an outstanding temperament. When he picked up the sniper, he was so cold that people couldn't close his legs. He wore a dark blue plaid suit, and the top three buttons of the shirt were unbuttoned to reveal the attractive chest inside. The suit was straight and chic. Merry, standing at the school gate is almost surrounded by crowds.

"aliar~~~" Zuo Qi smiled and waved his hands like a dog, "you have finally come out. Don't reject me so coldly and heartlessly!"

"Huh? You are very courageous and dare to come here to find me." Frivolously raised his left eyebrow, and glanced at the girls who were staring at this place with almost green eyes, Fan Haoran casually shook the handbag , "Let's go, go eat."

Jiang Zhishu came out of the teaching building with very good eyesight, and he was a decathlon athlete. His dynamic vision was even better. He suddenly felt his eyes dazzled by a high spot on the opposite side, and he looked up unconsciously, frowned. I frowned.

That is……

Jiang Zhishu's eyes suddenly widened, and he was about to shout out when he suddenly ran wildly, running towards the two people in front.

And Zuo Qi, who was about to beg again, was blocked by Fan Haoran again.

"Can you think of something serious, if you like it, then go after it, why do you want to steal someone's underwear, are you a pervert who is going to masturbate after getting it." Fan Haoran sneered and sneered, and left The movements in front were very leisurely, the lines around his waist were flexible and charming, and then he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Why—" Zuo Qi was about to ask in doubt.

Fan Haoran suddenly grabbed him and pulled him to the side. A small black hole suddenly appeared behind where Zuo Qi was standing. He used a very professional technique to kill him with one blow.

"Damn it!" Zuo Qi was frightened into a cold sweat, reflexively found the best hiding spot, hid behind the wall behind the big tree and then changed his position.

At this time, Jiang Zhishu also saw the bullet hole on the ground, and couldn't believe that such an assassination would happen at the school gate, and such a thing would happen in his life.

On the contrary, it was Fan Haoran who stood there without moving, his raised jaw was very cold and cold under the sun, his sight did not drift at all, and he locked the position accurately.

The assassin's sniper clearly saw his murderous eyes through the scope, his heart shrank violently, and he immediately withdrew his eyes, dismembered the gun neatly, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

Jiang Zhishu immediately confirmed what he was thinking, he rushed over and grabbed the hand of his tablemate and dragged him to run wildly, turning to dodge skillfully.

"Are you a fool? Standing there is waiting to die in this situation!" He sneered plainly as if he didn't pay attention to people, but Fan Haoran could feel that the hand holding his wrist was already sweating .

Running after him without saying a word, Jiang Zhishu was very fast, stable and sensitive, and the advantages of the decathlon were perfectly displayed. If the person being led was an ordinary person, he would probably be dragged away by him.

When he finally stopped, the hair on Jiang Zhishu's forehead was already soaked in sweat, sticking to the side of his face and forehead, he was panting a little, not because he was tired but because he was a little frightened by such shocking events.After all, he was only a freshman in high school. No matter how high his IQ was, he never thought about life and death, or even being shot by someone with a gun.

It is inevitable that my heart beats too fast when I encounter it now.

Looking at his deskmate with a complicated expression, he shook off the wrist he had been holding, and said coldly: "I should go back." From his movements, he knew that people didn't need him to run over impulsively.

"Since you saved me, you don't mind if I go and catch me for one night." He followed Jiang Zhishu on his own, and didn't care about his sarcastic remarks. After running all the way, he was almost at Jiang Zhishu's house .

It just so happened that he didn't bother to go back.

At this time, the two haven't interacted too much, and even if they are at the same table, they haven't spoken a few words since the beginning of school until now. Jiang Zhishu's biggest impression of his tablemate is sleeping or playing games, playing with that strange Electronic board.

But it was strange, when Jiang Zhishu heard such unkind words from his deskmate, he actually felt that it should be taken for granted, as if the two had become an intimate existence.

A friendlier relationship that breaks the alienated relationship that emerges from a shared crisis?Jiang Zhishu immediately searched the psychological books he had read in his mind.

——Can we be friends...?

Such thoughts just flashed by, and he was about to refuse.

But what kind of person is Fan Haoran, since he wants to do it, even if he is rejected, he will not really leave.

Amid Mrs. Ali's gratified and elated voice, Fan Haoran unceremoniously moved into Jiang Zhishu's lair.

"I'm so tired. Where is the bathroom? I'm going to take a shower." Without the slightest restraint as a guest, he immediately lay down on Jiang Zhishu's bed, but the expression on his face didn't look like the 'really tired' he said.

"As a guest, you really have the cheek to occupy [my] bed in [my] room like this." Jiang Zhishu said coldly, but took out a new set of pajamas, put them on the table beside him, hugged Chest-chested and condescendingly contemptuous of the creature on his bed.

"You are really arrogant." Picking up the pajamas, because the two of them are of similar height, there will be no inappropriate situation, open the door of the bathroom, pause again, and turn around with a smirk, "No wonder Yuan Xiangqin likes it." Come on you, I heard that the arrogant ones are all cute things."

Jiang Zhishu is naturally not what he called Tsundere, he is really cold, indifferent, and bored with life.What he said was just a joke.

Jiang Zhishu who was standing outside had no interest in knowing who the "Yuan Xiangqin" at the same table was. It was just that he was not used to his private space being shared and occupied by others. He couldn't figure out why he really let this dangerous person Guy enters his home.

Will someone follow and implicate himself?It was only now that he suddenly remembered such a safety issue.He frowned tightly, which made him look very inhuman, not like a human being with feelings, but like a machine weighing pros and cons.

And after experiencing such a thing, rationality kept Jiang Zhishu away from his mysterious and dangerous deskmate. He could fully guess whether the assassination was related to something more dangerous, and emotionally he was very curious about this What exactly is the deskmate hiding?

……

"Ah, you're here again!" Ah Jin smiled brightly, with a white towel tied on his head, he leaned out half of his body from the kitchen window, and said loudly to the person who came in with a smile, " What do you want to eat today?"

The boy with short hair is wearing a simple black and white t-shirt, a pair of simpler black slacks, and white canvas shoes. He looks very clean. He has a gentle and gentlemanly smile. His face has the youthfulness of a teenager, but there is nothing wrong with his expression. The hustle and bustle.

Ajin was very impressed with this man he had just met. One reason was his outstanding appearance, and the other reason was his amazing appetite, which was really good.

"You recommend it." Fan Haoran is not very keen on food, as long as he can eat it, of course he is not a masochist when there are more delicate foods, so naturally he can eat whatever is delicious.But I came here to get close to Ah Jin.

A Jin gave up his studies for Yuan Xiangqin, and he would never allow such a thing to happen.Ah Jin's brain is not very bright, if he is allowed to study hard, the chances of taking the university entrance exam will not be too great, but...

"Ah Jin, why do you want to work here." I picked up a chopstick and put it in my mouth, chewed it twice and swallowed it. Even with such a rough meal, I can still see the elegant posture and good upbringing.

"This...hehe!" Ah Jin scratched his head embarrassingly, his blond hair made him look like a little sun, "I like Xiangqin, but my brain is not good, so I can't get into any good university , I want to learn a craft, make money to support my family, and make the people I like happy.”

What A Jin said is very true. Nowadays, there are many people who are willing to die and live for love, but there are very few people who can think about it in reality and put it into action. This can definitely show that he is giving wholeheartedly and wants to To maintain their love.

Fan Haoran looked deeply at this underage boy in the first year of high school, and his bright smile was a bit naive, but it was still somewhat lethal on his handsome face, otherwise the beauty Chris from a foreign country How could Ting fall in love with him?Not only because of his face, but also because of his sincere heart.

"A person you like?" Fan Haoran smiled, his appearance was very beautiful, "Why do you like her?"

A Jin was stunned for a moment, thinking hard: "I want to protect her, because she looks stupid." Grinning, showing his big white teeth, he didn't feel that he was not smart enough, "I just want her to be happy."

The reason is really... simple.