Tick ​​tick

It was still daylight, the clock on the bed glanced at the clock on the wall, sighed, and closed his eyes.

Later last night, Shi Yu Su staggered drunkenly and led his friends to say hello to the clock.Song Qiyou stood one meter away and waved to the clock with a smile. The clock ordered a cold drink, and the more he drank, the thirstier he became.

As if the night hadn't been enough, the dream continued to be full of tossing: the familiar bar counter, the strangely colored wine, the flickering lights, the bare back, the sticky sweat, the obscene sound of the collision of flesh and blood... the absurd scene once again Flashing intermittently, the clock chuckled happily, opened its eyes after laughing enough, turned off the alarm clock that was still half an hour away, got up and went to the bathroom.

He carefully recalled the details of the dream and masturbated, and even added more details—the eyes were tightly covered by a tie that did not belong to him, the sound of slaps echoed in the already empty room, and the secret place was licked by wet soft objects.The silk nightgown swayed in waves with his lust, and when it touched the skin, it felt cool, like wine pouring on his body.

The movements of the hands are getting faster and faster, and the sound of panting is uncontrollable.At the moment of release, Zhong Zhong cut a vision in his mind: the person on his body clamped his waist and rushed freely, his expression was forbearing and addicted, his hands were trembling on the bar, and the feet that were forced to stand on tiptoe due to the raised hips were scattered Covered by a long white dress, the delicate skirt is mottled.

Still holding the sex organ in his hand, the clock greedily speculates: Is he still curious about me?

The answer is disappointingly "no".

Not to mention that all kinds of "like death yesterday" have long since disappeared in Song Qiyou's mind. His first satisfaction in life is doing research, and his second satisfaction is teaching. No other thoughts.

Song Qiyou is teaching "Atomic Physics" this semester, which is compulsory in the School of Physics.There are two classes in this class, the first class is taught by him, and the second class is taught by an elderly professor.

The students in the two classes were randomly divided into half at the beginning, but the students had already asked the seniors that the young teacher who had only been back to China for two years did not call names, and the teaching was interesting, so it was good to give points.As soon as the course selection system was opened, the students in the second class rushed to withdraw from the second class and choose the first class, leaving only those who were uninformed and slow-moving.

But the direct consequence of not calling names is that the number of people attending the class is far from the number in the educational administration system.Song Qiyou finished the last knowledge point of hydrogen-like atom spectrum, closed the book and sighed:

"Isn't there a little less people coming today? Well, I miss the attendance rate of the first class very much. Also, when I was talking about the grading standards for this class, your eyes were full of eagerness and anticipation."

Many students laughed, and Song Qiyou continued to sigh: "I know that many students are not interested in scientific research, and their attitude towards this course is as long as they can pass. But that is too simple, as long as the test papers are not too clean or have dangerous remarks, it will be fine with you. The level of Shang S University is completely inconsistent."

A rambunctious boy yelled, "What is dangerous speech?"

"Atoms are like a piece of positively charged bread, and negatively charged particles are evenly distributed on the bread like raisins." Song Qiyou frowned slightly, "This is a provocation to me."

There was another burst of laughter in the classroom. Song Qiyou didn't know what the point of the laughter was, but was depressed.There are fewer and fewer people attending classes, but it is only the third week of this semester, and the rate of reduction is a bit high.He poured chicken soup seriously:

"Of course you can aim not to fail your subjects. I will respect and assist you to achieve your goal; but as a teacher, I still hope that you can learn some knowledge. This knowledge is summed up by countless predecessors who have exhausted their entire lives. There are also countless younger generations who are working hard for the possibilities derived from it. Therefore, even if it is useless to your future life, you, as students, can still learn from it and respect it."

The bell for the end of get out of class just rang at this time. During the ringing, some emotional girls wanted to copy the words on the title page, but Song Qiyou stepped on the end of the bell and yelled: "If any of you have friends who didn't come to this class, tell them, Teacher Song is very happy." I miss you."

The laughter and the noise of packing up are mixed. The students who came to this class really knew why the seniors and sisters recommended Mr. Song, and expressed the same emotion: Mr. Song is too cute!

It’s just that the seriousness when working or talking about work may be cute, but the seriousness in life is definitely thunderous. This cognition can make almost all people who know Song Qiyou unite regardless of age and race, and contribute to world peace. .

Song Qiyou, who left the podium, straightened his eyes and thought about "what to eat at noon" seriously, ignoring the person grinning at him at the door of the classroom. He wanted to eat Kung Pao chicken and minced eggplant before he stopped: someone laugh at me?

He went back against the flow of people and saw the clock with his head down playing with his phone.

The clock is wearing a white shirt with a printed skirt today.The shirt has a doll collar, and the loose hem is tucked into the short skirt, making it look like the waist is just enough for a grip; the flowers on the short skirt are in watercolor style, blooming beautifully, and the flesh-colored stockings under the short skirt make the legs slender and long And straight.He was leaning against the wall with a beige canvas bag on one shoulder. He was a bright and casual girl. Many boys passed by and couldn't help but take a few more glances.

If he hadn't remembered that face, Song Qiyou probably would have recognized him as a girl.He passed many boys who were hesitant to strike up a conversation, stepped forward and said, "Hello."

The clock raised its head, and there was a sound of "um", and the ending sound turned up.

The sound was so soft that Song Qiyou thought that the two met for the first time yesterday, the lights in the bar were flickering here and there, and the clock might not remember his appearance at all.He embarrassedly explained his abruptness: "Uh, I'm Song Qiyou, your brother's friend, uh, we met last night, at your bar."

Clock smiled as brightly as the flowers on the short skirt: "I remember. I heard from my brother that you teach here."

He remembers!For the first time, Song Qiyou was excited about his misjudgment: "Yes! It's me! Uh, you are here..."

"I'm here to find a friend." Zhong Zhong raised his phone and shook it understandingly, then lowered his head again, "But he just sent a message saying that he has something to do and he can't see me."

Dress so nicely to see friends.Song Qiyou stared at the clock and asked nonsense: "Uh, have you eaten yet?

Clock smiled apologetically: "Not yet."

Song Qiyou almost concluded that the person who smiled at him at the door of the classroom was the clock, and politely said, "Let me take you to the school cafeteria to eat?" Adding a meaningless explanation, "The S cafeteria has been rated as the 'best cafeteria in the country. ', you can try it."

"Can I?" Clock asked happily but uncertainly, "I can dress like this, can I?"

The facial features of the clock are delicate, the voice is soft and soft, and the tone is also like a girl.Song Qiyou saw that he was like a child with strict tutoring, and he was cautious even when jumping for joy. His heart moved, and he said something by accident: "There is nothing wrong with it. You look good in skirts."

After speaking, I blushed.

Clock is happy in his heart, feeling that he is too bad.

Song Qiyou didn't know what Clock likes to eat, so he took him around every window.During the period, I met a colleague and was asked "Xiao Song, is your girlfriend?" He blushed and said "No." He didn't know how to explain it, but Zhong Zhong smiled generously: "Hello, I am Song Qiyou's friend, no girlfriend."

Colleagues looked at it and thought it was Song Qiyou who had failed to catch up with him. He patted Song Qiyou's shoulder with a profound expression of "I understand", conveying his spiritual power of "the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard".

The clock ordered purple sweet potato sago dew and gold cake. Song Qiyou looked at the small bowl and dish, and asked in disbelief, "You eat these for lunch?"

The clock sat down, put the canvas bag on the body and pressed the skirt, and said embarrassedly: "I know the heat is a bit high, but I can't resist seeing sweets."

"What?" Song Qiyou asked with a black question mark, "No, I mean, don't you need to eat vegetables?"

"I'll have a green salad in the afternoon."

"What about the meat?"

"I usually have chicken breasts and breasts for lunch, but today is a small exception."

Song Qiyou looked down at the dishes with too much soy sauce and cooking oil on his plate, and the situation seemed to be reversed: "It seems that you eat healthier than me."

"I want to maintain my figure, it's different."

It is natural for a boy to put in a lot of effort to maintain a slender figure like a girl.Song Qiyou felt that he touched a sensitive topic, so he apologized awkwardly: "I'm sorry."

"Sorry what?" Clock laughed, "By the way, do you mind if I use the original voice? I'm a little tired of using the false voice all the time."

Song Qiyou understood the contextual meaning of "false voice" from the physical level, and quickly said, "I don't mind."

"Thank you. Tell me if you think it violates the agreement. I can use my false voice after a short rest."

The pitch of the clock sound is slightly lower, but the tone is still soft.Song Qiyou judged professionally: "It doesn't violate the harmony, I don't think there is any difference. You can use the original sound, and always use the false sound to hurt the vocal cords."

Song Ki Woo is so nice.Zhong Zhong happily boasted: "I am indeed a talented player."

"Talented player?"

"It's just born for women."

Song Qiyou kept silent, and Zhong Zhong asked casually, "Do you feel sick or perverted?"

"of course not."

Clock eyes blinked and blinked: "Many people obviously alienated me after they knew that I was actually a boy."

Song Qiyou turned into a brother-like character, with awe-inspiring righteousness: "Clothing is a very external thing, because what you wear will keep you away from the people you don't make friends with."

Clock's heart was full of flowers, and he ate up his little food among the flowers.Song Qiyou said to take him to the subway station at the west gate, but he said no, he drove his own car and stopped at the north gate.

Song Qiyou recalled that Zhong Zhong was a veritable second-generation rich man, laughed awkwardly, and changed the subject seriously: "Is the friend you came looking for a graduate student at S University?"

"Yes."

"Learn what?"

"material chemistry."

"Materials chemistry has a bright future."

"Yes." The clock turned back to the correct channel calmly, "I happened to pass by your classroom when I was looking for him, and I heard what you said about physics."

"Haha, I just said it casually. There are too few people in class today, it's a bit outrageous."

"It's fine to say whatever you want." Clock is very serious, "You teach very well, and there are very few people."

Being issued a good person card is Song Qiyou's passive skill, and this time when it is triggered, the shyness attribute is added.His heart moved again, and he also sincerely confessed his views on the clock:

"I think you are also very good. You know what you want, and follow your heart to pursue it regardless of the pressure of public opinion. This is very commendable."

Song Qiyou, who was immersed in the sincere business exchange, didn't notice that the clock's eyes dimmed.

After speaking like a speech, Song Qiyou looked at the clock and didn't give any reaction. It suddenly occurred to him that the clock was a boy who didn't care about the evaluation of the outside world.He admired the other party's "independent personality", condemned his lack of vision, and quickly ended the stand-alone: ​​"...and if you want to open a bar, open the bar well. You are very good."

The north gate is not far from the cafeteria, and Song Qiyou will arrive after chattering.Just as he was about to say "goodbye" politely, a QR code appeared in front of him.

"Add a WeChat?" Clock smiled sweetly.

See, you really don't care what I say.

Song Qiyou obediently took out his mobile phone to scan the QR code to add friends.The head portrait of the clock is a clock with a corner missing, and the ID is a string of Japanese, "せーの".He checked it casually, it means "prepare" and pronounced "se-no".

preparation?run?

It's over after opening the brain hole. After one afternoon, this coincidence was forgotten by Song Qiyou, but just as he stepped into the house at night, WeChat rang "咚啷咚".

せーの: If you say "goodbye", you have to say goodbye. If the bar is nice, come and play when you have time[/爱心]

It's too fucked up to pretend to be a fool, and the psychological trauma suffocated in the middle of the afternoon will take most of the rest of the day to heal.The clock was covered with the nightdress she wore when she masturbated in the morning, lying on the bed with her legs crossed, thinking, if Song Qiyou eats this set, it will be worth it.

The nightdress fits tightly with the body, clearly outlining his beautiful outline.The clock counted the lies he had made up during the day, and thought about Song Qiyou's commentary evaluation of his class teacher, and read the "good" that Song Qiyou sent back over and over again.

Ok.

He doesn't want Song Qiyou's appreciation, he wants him to be full of desire.