Wild grow

Fushen only thought that he had a ridiculous dream.

In the dream, he and Enoch were fully combined with an abnormal intimacy. He felt pain and comfort, hugged Enoch and said a lot of nonsense that he didn't want to recall exactly what it was...

And in the dream, Enoch also responded to him, he leaned on his ear and talked to him patiently, his fingertips slid gently across his cheeks, lips, and chest, and he praised Fushen without hesitation , and coax him into obedience to more terrible things—

What "it would be better if you spread your legs a little more".

What is "break it apart and let me see clearly".

There are also words like "you wait for me and don't come out alone".

Of course, Enoch would not say this kind of thing because he is still a kid in essence, so Fushen took it for granted that this was an extremely absurd dream, and he made up his mind when he was half asleep and half awake. In the stomach, beat him to death to prevent Enoch from knowing, otherwise he might take it out and ridicule him forever.

After making up his mind, the tip of Fushen's nose suddenly smelled a trace of unusual smell - it was a strong smell of food, fried eggs and toast exuding the smell of burnt milk, fresh jam exuded sweet and rich...

He has been eating various kinds of aquatic food dishes for a long time, and now he realizes that he has a tingling yearning for grain products. Therefore, this long-lost fragrance for him abruptly leaves him. Waking up from sleep.

"..."

The young man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He spent about ten seconds staring at the strange ceiling in a daze and trying to remember where he was. No. 11 seconds, the memory is like a flood. Flooding back into his brain, the black pupils widened slightly, and the expression on that young and beautiful face changed from dull to extremely wonderful in an instant.

He had gone home yesterday with a man who was almost a stranger.

So here comes the problem, those dreams are all——

Fushen was so startled that he wanted to roll and sit up on the bed, but the discomfort from deep in his body made him not only breathe out softly, but his heart was half cold.

Fu Shen slowly got up from the bed and sat in the middle of the soft duvet. He wondered if he was folded back and forth last night, folded paper airplanes and folded them into thousands of paper cranes. At this moment, whether it is muscles or The bones seemed to be making a creaking sound, clamoring for swelling pain...

Body is clean.

Someone doing aftermath was sweet.

"Fuck, bastard."

Cursing in a slightly hoarse voice, Fu Shen looked down at what he was wearing - a clean shirt, too long and too wide, with blue and white vertical stripes obviously not the one he wore yesterday; brand new Underpants, black, Fushen never wears such "quite boring" color underwear.

As a result, the black-haired young man sitting on the bed turned even darker than before.

At this time, the real owner of the blue and white stripes and black underwear appeared——

"Are you awake? Get up when you wake up. Today is your first day of class. I don't think you want others to see the scene where you and the professor are both late."

A deep and magnetic male voice sounded, and a tall figure appeared in Fushen's sight. When the latter turned his head stiffly, the man smiled at him: "I'll take you to school."

Fu Shen: "..."

Before I could say "Send off to your mother", the man had already turned around and returned to the cooking table——

Put the eggs, lettuce, and tomato slices into the bread slices, cut off the edges with a bread knife, and then divide the square bread into two. The simple sandwiches are placed on a clean ceramic plate; the milk is soaked Put it on the plate, and then take two fresh cherries and strawberries from the fruit basket and put them into a small wooden bowl; wrap the cut bread with beaten eggs and fry for ten seconds, then put them neatly on the side of the sandwich beside--

And then you're done.

The whole process probably took less than 3 minutes.

Skillful movements and reasonable time allocation all indicate that men have been able to repeat these movements well and take perfect care of themselves at least some time in the past.

"Don't sit on the bed in a daze, come over and have breakfast."

He put two identical breakfasts on the table except for the drinks, took a sip of his own coffee, and then raised his eyebrows to remind the black-haired young man who was still sitting on the bed wandering.

About ten seconds later, there was a rustling sound from the other side of the bed. The man lowered his eyes and sat down on the left side with a satisfied expression. He shook open today's newspaper to find what he was interested in. He waited for a while, about 10 minutes Finally, a young man with drops of water on his face appeared next to him, wearing a pair of blue and white striped beach pants that matched the shirt——

"You turned all these pants inside out." Enoch put down his coffee cup with a smile on his eyes, "I was looking for them for a long time when I went to the seaside for vacation last year, but I couldn't find them."

"..."

Fu Shen glared at him silently, then dragged out a chair and wanted to sit down - because of the consequences of too much anger, he jumped violently the moment he sat down as if sitting on a cactus Get up!

The first time he jumped up, he turned his head abruptly and stared at the man sitting at the table like a wolf cub——

The latter thoughtfully pretended that he was reading the newspaper seriously and found nothing, and managed to avoid this wave of eye attacks by the way.

Fushen sat down with his back tensed like a small animal with fried hair, grabbed the sandwich and took a bite, chewing mechanically, when he caught a glimpse of the man beside him also putting down the newspaper and starting his own breakfast, he chewed After a pause, he suddenly asked, "What happened last night?"

The man paused as he handed a cherry to his mouth. He glanced at Fushen and said with a half-smile: "You're drunk, so what does it sound like for a professor to send a drunken student back to the dormitory so late?"

"So he took the students back to his home." Fushen lost his appetite, put down his food, and twitched the corners of his lips mockingly, "This is really true."

"That's not what you said last night," Enoch said innocently, "You hugged my neck, rubbed against me like a puppy, said you liked me, missed me..."

Fu Shen's face turned red.

"Later, I begged me to go in a little more, use a little more force, and hold me tighter..."

Fu Shen's face turned pale.

"Let me kiss you, touch you, break you..."

Fu Shen's face turned green.

Enoch stopped as if showing mercy, paused and said, "It's hard for me to refuse."

Fushen had the urge to put the plate on the face of the well-behaved person who got cheap, he squeezed the cup in his hand: "I am your student."

"You said it yourself yesterday. As a professor, it's not impossible to be with students." Enoch rested his chin with one hand, and after turning his head slightly to see Fushen's face, he chuckled again, "Kidding."

Across the table, the man stretched out his hand and quickly flicked the young man's face that was almost stiff and shattered: "We are all adults, so it's understandable to do impulsive things occasionally? You've been drinking too much anyway. Can't remember the details, just pretend that nothing happened, just a kind teacher borrowed the poor student's own bed for a night?"

Fu Shen also wanted to do this.

But his ass didn't agree.

But of course he wouldn't bring up such a shameful thing. He finished his breakfast with a dark face and drank the glass of milk under Enoch's watchful eyes. A ball of pickle shirts had been thrown into the trash can so violently that he had to walk out of the room in ill-fitting blue and white stripes.

"Is there a subway nearby to go to school?" He looked at the time and asked the man who was also fully dressed and ready to go out.

"I have a car." Enoch said.

"Shall I go to school in your car?"

Fushen, who was putting on shoes at the entrance, turned his head slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised——Enuo saw him from behind with his slightly tilted head and lips pursed in a sarcasm, his heart moved, and he leaned on the wall with one hand, and bent slightly... …

Fushen stepped back in time with one shoe and the other naked: "What are you doing so close?"

"..."

Enuo straightened his waist and pointed at Fushen's feet calmly. Fushen lowered his head and realized that he was stepping on a pair of leather shoes that were obviously much bigger: it seemed that he just wanted to remind him of this.

Frowning slightly, his face warmed up, and after muttering "sorry", Fu Shen moved his feet away, then quietly leaned against the wall and watched the man put on his shoes, paused and said suddenly: "Yesterday I probably regarded you as I'm a different person, so those words were not meant for you."

"?" Enuo raised his head and glanced at him, but there was not much emotion in those deep red pupils, "Predecessor?"

"No." Fu Shen said blankly, "My brother."

"..."

Enuo lowered his head and continued to put on his shoes. Fushen looked at his tall and tall back who had obviously been silent for a long time, and always felt the pleasure of succeeding in a prank - as for the effect of the prank on his own image...he didn't care.

Walking out of Enoch's apartment, Fushen rejected the invitation as if facing a stranger, and walked directly towards the subway station. Because the subway was the starting station, there were not many people, but Fushen did not choose to sit down, but Looking at the majestic Youshen outside the window.

He thought for a while, what would be the reaction of number six if he knew that he ran to the Garden of Eden without doing anything, and had a fight with Professor E—or his father, in other words...

This fantasy lasted for about half a minute, and Fushen forced himself to end it as soon as he was sweating coldly.

It was half an hour after re-entering the campus. At the door of the laboratory, I met a roommate who seemed to be looking here worriedly. Jin grabbed Fushen: "Where did you go last night? Did you not?" Back to the dormitory? I didn’t see you when I went back to the bar, God bless, I thought you were taken away by some strange person!”

Fushen was somewhat intimidated by his roommate's enthusiasm.

The resentment of being cheated by him last night also subsided a little.

He paused for a moment and was about to say it's okay, he's fine, when suddenly his eyelids twitched as if he felt something, and then he saw a tall figure in a white coat standing behind Jin, the man raised his hand and pushed the button on the bridge of his nose. Gold-rimmed glasses, smiled and said, "It's time, boys."

Fu Shen glanced at him, only felt that the man's smile seemed to be soaked in cobra venom, so he pretended to be dumb and didn't talk to him, and dragged Jin into the laboratory to stand behind the experimental table in the corner, and at the same time he heard Jin ask: " Bai, what's that on your neck? Wow, it can't be—"

Jin's voice was a bit loud, and the eyes of the entire laboratory were attracted, including that person's.

Fushen only felt a certain overly scorching gaze sweep across his head and then his whole body.

He grabbed the tool bag and shook it away, frowned and said in a calm voice, "Mosquito bites, where are you going? What are you doing today?"

Of course, the first day of enrollment is to test the basic skills of the basic experimental operation ability, so each student is assigned a greasy frog, many of them - most of the girls made a disgusting sound of resistance, while Fushen lowered his head, fixed the frog on the dissecting table at a very fast speed, and prepared to strip the nerve by hand.

This kind of simple operation experiment has been a long time ago for him, and now revisiting it, it really seems to have regained the memory of college, which is very interesting.

Seeing his skillful hands and feet, the people around him looked sideways in surprise, which also made him very happy.

"Bai, perfect, this is the hands-on ability of a professor." Jin blinked and said in admiration.

Fushen smiled, Chu Mobai's achievements a few years ago are much higher than that of ordinary "university professors", this simple -

"Separate the legs further, it will be easier to pull out."

A familiar male voice sounded behind him, Fushen's smile froze, and the action of peeling the frog's pulp nerve suddenly stopped.

"The back of the root and the root of the abdomen... why are you so dazed? The back of the root is going to be broken by you."

"..."

God Fu slipped his hand, and directly removed half of the frog's leg.

The surroundings fell into an eerie silence for a while.

After a long time, Enuo took off his glasses and lowered his head to wipe them with his cuffs. At the same time, he said in a calm voice, "Unqualified, try again."

The thick eyelashes that drooped hid the playful smile in his eyes.