The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

Yu Jue didn't know how much he listened to his teasing words.

Yu Jue raised his eyelids and stared at him silently for a few seconds, his glazed eyes were very calm, he didn't say anything, and got into the car easily and quickly.

Zhou Xing was just joking, and didn't really intend to force people to call him brother, and he couldn't stand that kind of name. He sometimes likes to hang an ARAI on his motorcycle as a spare helmet, and it happened to be today.

He took it off and handed it to Yu Jue: "Put it on."

When the other party took the weight away from his hand, Zhou Xing realized that the motorcycle helmet was different from the ordinary helmet, and asked, "Will you wear it?"

Yu Jue answered simply: "Yes."

Zhou Xing groaned. Seeing Yu Jue taking off his peaked cap and leaving only one hand, he subconsciously asked, "Do you want me to help you put it on?"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Xing finally realized that he didn't need to bother at all, he just asked Yu Jue to bring the things to him and let him wear them himself. He was about to change his words out loud.

But Yu Jue looked at him for a while, and did as he was told. He stood beside Zhou Xing, leaning slightly, so that Zhou Xing could strike.

Now, it would be embarrassing for him to change his words again, so Zhou Xing could only say, "Do you want to take off the mask, or it will be very boring."

Without much hesitation, Yu Jue made a choice at the first moment, took off the mask, and without the cover of the mask, his cold and handsome face suddenly came into his eyes.

Zhou Xing was stunned for a second, and reflexively reached out to take the helmet in his hand. He put the helmet on Yu Jue's head, and brushed his black hair inadvertently. itch.

His hands went around the sides of the helmet and reached for the fixing belt. He held the fixing belt, and the back of his hand was against Yu Jue's chin. As he moved, the back of his hand always rubbed against the smooth chin of the other party.

After buttoning up the helmet, Zhou Xing lifted his chin and signaled, "Get in the car, it's really hot under the sun."

Yu Jue still didn't make a sound, but he got on the locomotive.

Zhou Xing's heart was flustered, his obedient demeanor was a bit 'obedient', like a majestic lion hanging his head to be manipulated by others, it was fresh and interesting.

After Yu Jue got into the car, he reminded: "You can grab my waist."

He couldn't see his expression, but he could guess that his facial expression was wonderful at this time.

The corners of Zhou Xing's slightly raised lips twitched, and the smile could not be concealed in his voice: "You can also find a place to hold on to and set off."

As soon as the hands twisted, the locomotive seemed to be on the strings of a bow, and the power was released immediately. There was the whistling sound of the wind in my ears, which was cool and turbulent. .

Zhou Xing's speed is stable, not too fast. In fact, he mainly considers that there is someone behind him, otherwise he wouldn't behave like this. He glanced at the rearview mirror.

Cheng Liang's mirror reflected the person behind him, he was slightly attached to him, his hand brushed the thin white clothes, the wind was strong, the thin white clothes were blown close to Zhou Xing's thin waist.

The back of his hands, palms, wrists and arms were all touched by the fluttering white clothes, and his hands skipped the plain waist under the white clothes of the young man, and stopped at the front side.

Zhou Xing's eyes moved down, and there was a pair of slender white hands on the black casing of the Spring Breeze 250SR. I don't know if it was because of the black color that his hands were so eye-catching.

What's this?His hands are also long, white and beautiful.

Zhou Xing licked his lower lip disdainfully, and asked, "Where is your home?"

"Just go back to school."

The seat of the motorcycle is not spacious enough for one person to sit, but when two teenagers sit down, their bodies cannot be avoided.

Therefore, as soon as Yu Jue spoke, Zhou Xing could feel his breath was very close, much closer than usual.

It was also his words that made Zhou Xing remember the scene when he met him in the boys' dormitory last night.

He said: "Why don't you go home on weekends? Isn't it boring to be alone at school?"

Yu Jue returned to him after a few seconds: "I don't want to."

There could be thousands of reasons for not wanting to go back inside.

Zhou Xing didn't have much interest in inquiring about other people's private affairs, so he simply kept his mouth shut.

Perhaps in a good mood, he sang a song: "Can I take you home, it might be raining outside~~~"

He seldom listens to songs, and he can only sing two lines of this song, so that he has been singing these two lines over and over again.

On the way, Zhou Xing always talked to Yu Jue, but the other party didn't talk much, mostly he was singing a one-man show.

All the way without hindrance, directly to the downstairs of the dormitory.

Yu Jue got out of the car, took off the fixing belt by himself, took off the helmet and handed it to Zhou Xing. His hair was slightly messed up, and he was still holding a mask and peaked cap in his hand. He stared at Zhou Xing with light-colored eyes and said, "Wait here I."

"what?"

Zhou Xing, who took the helmet and was about to turn around and go home to play games, was obviously taken aback. Yu Jue went upstairs, and he didn't have a chance to ask questions, so he stayed where he didn't know why.

After waiting for a few minutes, Yu Jue came down from upstairs. He walked up to Zhou Xing and stretched out his hand in his pocket.

He held a few pink banknotes with his fingers, handed them to Zhou Xing, and said, "Fare."

Zhou Xing:? ? ?

"No, fuck me?" Zhou Xing pointed at himself in disbelief, and then at Grandpa Mao, "Do I look like that kind of person? Do I look like I'm short of money?"

Yu Jue shook his head.

"Then you pay me back the fare?!"

Zhou Xing was full of disbelief. He kindly sent his deskmate home without asking for anything in return. He didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to give him something in return, but he didn't want it.

Yu Jue's actions gave him an insurmountable sense of strangeness, as if he had to count every centimeter, every bit, every bit so clearly.

Yu Jue didn't speak, and watched Zhou Xing's jumping feet without blinking his shallow glazed eyes.

Zhou Xing also noticed this meaningless question, his expression collapsed, and he said listlessly, "I'm leaving."

As soon as he said he would leave, Zhou Xing left without even looking back.

At this moment, he didn't even have the desire to go home and play games. He wandered the streets, then took out his mobile phone, and asked someone to drink and play disco at night.

After going to the bar for three days in a row, and returning to school on Monday, Zhou Xing suffered from severe lack of sleep and still smelled of alcohol.

When he came, he sprayed nearly a large can of perfume on his body to cover the smell of alcohol, and his breath also smelled of drunkenness, so he simply threw a handful of mints into his mouth, chewing and chewing.

To be honest, he planned to skip class and go to bed. If it wasn't for some bully calling him to wake him up and telling him not to be late, and to tell him something, he would have regained his sense of being a good learner. Crawled out of the comfortable quilt.

He didn't do drunk driving. He paid for a taxi in the morning. His family's drivers all ran after Zhou Zhao. He once refused to provide him with a driver at home and insisted on starting the car himself.

Zhou Xing's skin is in good condition, but he can't see the after-effects of staying up late such as dark circles, at most he looks a little haggard.

He carried a few buns listlessly, walked to the classroom while eating, and yawned from time to time.

Some students in the corridor saw him and avoided him in fear.

Zhou Xing gnawed at the meat buns slowly, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, if not for the conditions, he would have wanted to use a stick to lift his eyelids up.

"Why does the school bully smell so good?"

"Are you wearing perfume?"

"I'll go, isn't this too fragrant? I'm going to choke to death."

"What brand, I'm going to bring it to the blacklist and smoke it to death."

Zhou Xing didn't realize that he had become a walking sachet, he was completely immersed in his sleepy world.

"School bully, you're here!"

Zhou Xing raised his eyelids to look at Zhong Zhiming, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "How can I slack off when it comes to studying?"

Zhong Zhiming was very happy after hearing what he said, and dragged him to his desk.

Looking from a distance, Zhou Xing was almost scared away by the table of books.

Zhou Xing bit his bun and listened to Zhong Zhiming's lectures, but he didn't listen to any of them, and he was always sleepy, let alone his small tricks to irritate people deliberately.

Zhong Zhiming failed in the pre-class study, although Zhong Zhiming was frowning, but he also saw Zhou Xing's exhaustion, thinking that he was still immersed in the zero-point nightmare, so he let him go.

The clear weather suddenly turned cloudy, and it rained heavily. The flag-raising ceremony was forced to be cancelled.

In the morning reading class, Zhou Xing held a book to cover his face, and dozed off behind the book. He was considered a talent among the students when he dozed off.

Yu Jue's gaze shifted from the book to the person next to him. The young man smelled very strong, his face was buried in the books erected, and the textbooks blocked his picturesque face.

He seemed to have guessed something, and reached out to get the textbook, but found that he couldn't pull it. It turned out that Zhou Xing was holding the textbook with both hands, and pressed it tightly to his face.

The sound of orderly reading echoed in the classroom, the sound of rain outside the window was loud, and Yu Jue's eyes sank slightly. He continued to pull Zhou Xing's textbook vigorously, which made Zhou Xing hold on tighter.

He pursed his lips, and slowly approached Zhou Xing, holding his breath, trying to inhale less of the scent that could inhale the dead.

Under the loud reading, he said softly, "Let go."

Zhou Xing was in a daze, heard the voice, didn't think much, and let go of his hand obediently.

Snapped...

The textbooks without support were spread out on the desk, and Zhou Xing seemed to give up struggling, and his head fell directly to the table—face to the table.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Yu Jue stretched out his hand to touch the book, and Zhou Xing's profile landed firmly on his palm.

The warm and soft touch came from the palm of his hand, and Yu Jue moved his fingers uncomfortably, which touched Zhou Xing's face a few more times, and he didn't dare to move for a moment.

Due to one side of his face being squeezed, Zhou Xing's normally slightly raised mouth corners were squeezed to one side, and his pale pink lips, which seemed to be smiling but not smiling, lost their smile. His nimble eyes were tightly closed, and his eyelashes were long and black. At this moment, he was obedient. Very, completely lost the usual publicity.

If you sleep in class, you have to register your name.

Yu Jue closed his eyelids, no one knew where his eyes were looking, let alone his thoughts.

"stand up."

"..."

"Zhou Xing."

"..."

Yu Juequ pointed to knock on the desk next to his ear, his tone was flat: "If you don't want to be remembered, get up quickly."

"..."

Zhou Xing still didn't make any movements, and was completely asleep. If he didn't use his strength to wake him up, and he continued to wake up in this way, then it would be impossible for him to wake up.

Slap him in the face?

Pull him up?

The range of motion was too great, and he didn't want to do it.

Yu Jue stared at Zhou Xing's sleeping face for a while, and finally stretched out his hand towards the front table. Under the blank expression on the front table, he said lightly, "Wake him up."

He pointed his fingers towards Zhou Xing, staring blankly at the school bully who was sleeping on the hand of Xue Shen.

There are 1 question marks in my heart.