his little candy

Song Guo received the envious eyes from the girls around her, and her heart tightened suddenly. He is not a girl, and there is always a subtle feeling to be Han Che's weight.

He looked at the handsome young man's back, bent over in front of him, his body wrapped in a school uniform jacket was slender and smooth, and his thin figure sunk in the cold autumn light, his chest felt faintly agitated and swollen at a glance.

Song Guo bit her lip, feeling something was wrong, and looked at the physical education teacher.

The physical education teacher didn't seem to think too much, and pointed out that Song Guo said to Han Che: "Song Guo is light, which is equivalent to a girl. Let's go with Han Che. Anyway, the girls in the two classes have already formed a team, and Song Guo just happens to be left. If a classmate."

Su Ruan, who was standing in line at the other horizontal bar, glanced at the female team members who were taller and stronger than him, and stood there in a daze, with her light brown curly hair disheveled in the wind.

Song Guo suppressed the beating in his heart, and under the gaze of his classmates, he climbed onto Han Che's back naturally, and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, not daring to touch them, but in the next second, the boy's palms shook. Gently dragged him to stand up.

"Ah..." Before he could react, he exclaimed. Following the gazes from the students around him, he was embarrassed and the heat on his face rose sharply.

"Hold on."

When Han Che's clear voice came, Song Guo's heart skipped a beat, bit his lip, and quickly grabbed the boy's shoulders. Looking at it this way, he realized that Han Che's shoulders were broad, giving people a sense of security.

Han Che carried Song Guo on his back easily, and when he reached out to the horizontal bar with one hand, he reminded again, "Come up."

Han Che let go, Song Guo subconsciously clamped his legs around the boy's waist, and grasped the horizontal bar with both hands under Han Che's gesture.

Adding Han Che and Song Guo, there are four groups of students on the horizontal bar.

The physical education teacher starts the clock.

Han Che was up and down, moving quickly and steadily. In less than half a minute, he was already ahead of the other three groups, and his speed still didn't slow down.

"One, two, three... 22, 23, 24"

"25"

"26"

There were people counting around, but Song Guo had no time to take care of it, all his attention was on the young man in front of him.

It was the first time he was so close to Han Che, so close that when he opened his eyes, he could see the tiny fluff on the young man's delicate skin, and his breath was full of the clean and refreshing smell of soap on the young man's clothes.

He supported himself on the horizontal bar and only had to follow Han Che's movements, but his hands would become sore after a long time.

Song Guo began to go limp, and the legs clamping Han Che's waist began to slide down.

"Well……"

Song Guo couldn't hold on at first, and it had been 1 minute, the test was over, the other three groups were too tired to give up, and Han Che continued.

"49..."

"Fifty……"

Gu Zheng watched with relish, and gave Jiang Tu a meaningful look: "Fuck, Han Shen has good physical strength! He can still do it!" As soon as he finished speaking, he was despised by the girls in the same class, "Of course, Han Shen! The god is the God of Han, what can you scumbags compare to?!"

Gu Zheng was so angry that he replied: "Master, I have the physical strength to fight for three days and three nights, do you want to try?"

The girl blushed and glared at him, "Rogue!"

Just as Gu Zheng was about to speak, he found a hand running down his lower back, pinching along the skin without any cover, his whole body trembled, he couldn't help shaking, turned his head, and saw Jiang Tu With raised eyebrows, gloomy eyes, two words uttered from thinned lips.

"Try?"

"Try your mother!"

Gu Zheng pushed Jiang Tu away. Fortunately, they were standing behind the ping-pong table with a wall behind them, and no one saw their small movements.

But the sense of shame in such a public place is even stronger. Taking advantage of no one's attention, Gu Zheng stuck to Jiang Tu and bit his earlobe.

"I didn't expect it, God Han..." Yu Chenzhou counted for Han Che in his heart, and when he turned around to chat with Jiang Tu, he saw Gu Zheng quickly flashing back from behind Jiang Tu, and said "Fuck!" .

Yu Chenzhou rubbed his head blankly, "What happened just now?" Before the two of them could make a sound, Yu Chenzhou said again: "Hey, Jiang Tu, why are your ears red."

"I asked you to count, what are you doing?" Gu Zheng glared at him unhappily.

Yu Chenzhou looked at Song Guo and Han Che again when he thought about the business.

It's been 2 minutes.

Song Guo's hands began to be sore and weak, her legs seemed to be filled with lead, and she kept sliding down, her whole body was drained of strength, her head drooped limply, relying on the last strength of her hands for support.

He was about to cry.

"Student Han..."

"Student Han Che..."

"Can you stop?"

Song Guo's hands were so sore, his legs could hardly be pinched, he was so tired that his blood was melting, his mind was muddy, all he could see was the boy's flushed side profile, the clean short hair and the stretched veins at the temples, following the boy's Every time it goes up and down, it will keep beating.

Han Che didn't respond, his gaze was lowered, and it fell on the legs that were desperately clamping his waist, which was extremely deep.

"Student Han..."

"Student Han..."

"Don't do it."

"No more."

At the end of the shout, Song Guo's face was flushed with blush after exercise, and there were trembling weak teardrops hanging from his eyelashes. However, the young man was still up and down steadily, listening vaguely to the voices of counting and counting next to him, and he had already achieved No. .80 nine.

"Well……"

Song Guo's brain was dizzy for the last time, and his hands could only fall down. Just when everyone thought he was going to fall, a palm as hard as iron grabbed his body, held him with one hand, and continued Do pull-ups.

There was an exclamation all around.

"Fuck me!"

"My God Han! One-handed pull-ups!"

"99..."

"one hundred."

For the last time, Han Che jumped down, turned Song Guo on his back with one hand, dragged his legs, and hugged him in his arms.

Song Guo was weak and had no strength, so she could only lie on the boy's body, her face limp on the boy's neck, smelling the scent of grass and sweat mixed with the boy's body, Song Guo trembled helplessly, as if The whole body was crushed once.

"Don't do it, don't do it..."

Song Guo sobbed, repeating these words over and over in his mouth, and the soft and waxy voice made Han Che's eyes deeper and deeper.

The physical education teacher praised: "Okay, student Han Che made 3 in [-] minutes, very good!"

"Song Guo, is student okay?" The voice of the physical education teacher pulled back Song Guo, who was unconscious. Although his whole body was limp and uncomfortable, it was too strange to be in Han Che's arms now.

He struggled to get down, but was stopped by Han Che.

"Teacher, student Song Guo also made a hundred of them in the same way. He must be too tired. Let me send student Song Guo back to the classroom first."

The physical education teacher looked at the time, and there were still a few minutes before get out of class was over, so he said, "Okay, that's it." He whistled, and said, "Student, get out of class is over."

The students around dispersed, Han Che still hugged Song Guo, Song Guo struggled, weakly said: "Put me down."

Han Che's thin lips moved closer, his voice fluctuated slightly after exercising, "Student Song is too tired, the teacher asked me to take you back to the classroom."

Warm breath fell on the left ear, Song Guo blushed for a while and her heart beat. Seeing her silhouette reflected in the young man's deep eyes, she panicked and said, "I don't want it."

No one around the students heard what they said. They only saw Han Che ruthlessly put Song Guo down. As a result, Song Guo's legs became weak and she couldn't stand still, so she fell limp and knelt on the ground.

Su Ruan also ran over with weak legs, "Xiao Guoguo, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Song Guo propped herself on the ground, her palms softly attached to the rough surface of the plastic runway. She couldn't use her strength for a while, so she changed directions and held on a few times before she stood up.

Song Guo walked a few steps, and tremblingly, he was about to fall down, his legs were trembling, numb, as if they were not his legs, and he couldn't control them.

"Little Guoguo, can you still go?"

"One hundred pull-ups in three minutes, Han Che's physical strength is simply not human."

"Military training has never been so miserable."

Su Ruan beside him supported his legs and Song Guo was trembling, muttering in his mouth.

Han Che looked at Song Guo who hadn't walked out of the playground for a few minutes, pursed his thin lips slightly, and walked up a few steps.

Song Guo was listening to Su Ruan's chanting, when he suddenly turned around, someone grabbed his waist, and fell into the young man's arms firmly, his pupils widened, looking at the young man's straight side face.

Speechless all the way.

Han Che carried Song Guo directly to the classroom.

Because the get out of class was not over yet, and there was no one in the corridor, almost no one saw this scene.

to the classroom.

Song Guo struggled down, the young man remained indifferent, and asked in a flat tone, "Where is it?"

Song Guo just wanted to put him down quickly, so she pointed in one direction. Han Che carried Song Guo to the seat, and before he sat down, a male classmate suddenly walked in. He just came back from the playground and looked at him in surprise. them.

Song Guo was inexplicably wanting to explain, but Han Che's indifferent voice said: "Student Song Guo is exhausted, the teacher asked me to send him back to the classroom."

The male classmate looked at Song Guo lying limply on the table at this moment, and simply nodded his head as a greeting to Han Che.

Han Che actually didn't need to explain, but Song Guo's heart fell back to his chest only because of his explanation.

Han Che suddenly looked at Song Guo, who was lying on the table, and moved closer. Song Guo's mind tightened, and he looked blankly and nervously at the boy's approaching face.

"Next time..." The boy's voice was low, his black eyes were as deep as the ocean, and a tsunami-like aggression swept over him.

Song Guo's heart skipped a beat, and her neck couldn't help shrinking back, "..."

Han Che stood up, as if the oppression around him had suddenly disappeared, and he turned back into that warm and gentle young man. He curved his lips into a shallow arc, and said in a gentle voice, "Don't ask like that."

Song Guo's clear eyes were still flushed from crying, she looked at him blankly, and said softly, "What?"

The boy didn't respond, but looked at him gently, smiled slightly, rubbed his hair, then turned and left.

He stopped at the door of the classroom, turned around and glanced at the empty classroom, raised his eyebrows slightly, and walked out with a glint in his eyes.

After Han Che left, Song Guo lay on the table, staring at the tree pattern on the log table, but her memory was frozen in the scene just now.

When Han Che rubbed his hair, his heart felt unbelievably soft as if it had been rubbed.

The author has something to say: Bookmark the pre-received article "I Heard Black Fans Have Slept With a Male God", dear ones.

Our little Guoguo doesn't love to cry, it's physical tears, and it's just too tired from being tortured.