The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

The atmosphere was eerily quiet, and the gentle breathing beat the heart abnormally, as if a ghost suddenly opened the door in an empty, unknown, dangerous and hard-to-find hiding place, which made the blood flow backwards.

Zhou Xing's sound was not loud, but Yu Jue heard it clearly.

He looked stunned. If he hadn't seen Zhou Xing's grief and indignation, he would have thought he was hallucinating.

Doing his best to calm down the broken mood, Yu Jue quietly clenched the chopsticks that were almost scared off, opened his mouth soundlessly, and said with difficulty: "You..."

Zhou Xing spoke surprisingly fast: "What are you? Want to listen to it a second time? Dream!"

Yu Jue: "..."

Seeing that he was motionless, Zhou Xing put his feet against his waist and raised his eyebrows: "Get down, don't lie on my bed."

Yu Jue was unmoved, staring at Zhou Xing's shallow eyes with extreme seriousness, his tone regressed back to the first time he saw him: "Don't call me indiscriminately, Zhou Xing, I'm not your father."

Zhou Xing: "..."

It made him happy to call it the same.

Zhou Xing never thought that Yu Jue would talk to him about teaching, so he couldn't help but pursed his lips and looked at him without blinking.

Yu Jue was serious, and planned to explain clearly to Zhou Xing the mistake of calling his father for no reason. If he could really be with Zhou Xing in the future, he didn't want to cause "chaos. Lun". What's more, he didn't want to Zhou Xing called others like this.

Possessive desire born from the heart.

The sarcasm has already been loaded, and he wanted to speak out to emphasize it, but he was caught off guard when he saw Zhou Xing's moist and focused eyes, winding in his heart like a pool of autumn water, and all his words collapsed in an instant.

Yu Jue moved his Adam's apple, looked away without any trace, and said in a low voice, "Don't cry, I didn't hurt you."

Zhou Xing:?

Why is he crying?

Zhou Xing scratched his hair, bowed his head and typed back to Zhu Youpeng, who urged him to say no more, next time he will take the flight, exit the game and turn off his phone. He frowned and bit his lip: "Where do you want to go?"

This guy has pretty good brain power.

Zhou Xing felt that he had nothing to hide, so he opened his mouth and told Yu Jue that he had fattened him ten catties and made up his mind to lose weight and punish him.

Seeing that the person opposite was lost in thought, Zhou Xing smiled inexplicably: "Don't feed me in the future, if I fail to lose weight, you will be finished."

According to Zhou Xing's words, Yu Jue couldn't help looking down from his face little by little.

Zhou Xing is thin and lean, leaning against the wall with his bones slack at the moment, his jacket is low-collared, with his improper sitting posture, the collar is twisted and turned to one side, maybe the hem of the clothes at the back is squeezed into a ball, and the thick waves push forward, So that the collar is a little lower, and the delicate and beautiful collarbone is obvious.

The dark skin makes the skin more white, and the collarbone is above the neckline. Every time Zhou Xing moves, the collar covers and leaks, no matter what it is, it is enough to seduce people's hearts.

Clean things seem to have to leave some marks to be perfect.

Seeing Yu Jue's silence, Zhou Xing stepped on the other side's waist and lightly stepped on him: "What's the matter?"

Through a layer of fabric with a moderate thickness, Yu Jue could still feel the touch and temperature from Zhou Xingna. The temperature was not high, but it was extremely hot.

Yu Jue habitually lowered his eyelids, hiding all his emotions: "Not fat, but cuter."

These words are not meant to comfort Zhou Xing, it is indeed true, he was not fat in the first place, he was born tall and tall, gaining ten catties only made his face more fleshy, the rest...

Yu Jue glanced at Xia Zhouxing's waist, thinking about it.

About no change.

Ten catties didn't have a big impact, but it made him look a little more charming.

After hearing what he said, Zhou Xing was obviously dissatisfied: "You're so cute! I'm so handsome."

The coldness in Yu Jue's eyebrows and eyes faded away, and was quietly warmed up, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved: "Mm, very handsome."

After being praised, Zhou Xing half raised his eyebrows: "You also like to praise me recently?"

Last time I asked Yu Jue how he liked to stare at him recently, but the other party didn't respond.

Like last time, Yu Jue didn't answer.

Zhou Xing felt that it was boring, and urged him to go back to his bed, and took the supper away by the way, and fell asleep by himself.

In the following days, Zhou Xing found out that Yu Jue didn't waste his money, and he didn't come back to buy food.

Intentionally suppressing his appetite and training every day, Zhou Xing quickly lost weight again.

It is also easy to gain weight and lose meat.

Today is Ou Min's birthday, because he needs to go to class, so he doesn't celebrate his birthday at zero o'clock. It just so happens that today is Friday, so he planned not to train tonight. After school, he would pack up and go to KTV to celebrate his birthday together.

Of course, the training at noon is still not missed.

Zhou Xing doesn't have much talent in dancing, he got it all through hard work.

Fortunately, this isn't a talent show, it's just a small show, so he doesn't need to be more dedicated to his work to be strict with himself.

Yu Jue is more irritating. He learns everything quickly, and he can sing and dance well, but he doesn't like to open his voice.

After deliberation, his words dropped again and again, and in the end it was really impossible to drop, and he was given a low-pitched humming in the middle.

It will be New Year's Day in a few days, and the few of them naturally stepped up to practice.

Zhou Xing listened to the melody and stepped on the beat, but there were always a few movements that were not in place.

He tried to adjust his posture and look for the feeling, but the more he tried, the more he didn't feel right. The more he was like this, the more he wanted to get over this hurdle.

"Shrug your shoulders higher."

Unexpectedly, a familiar voice came from behind him, Zhou Xing thumped, and subconsciously turned to look at him.

Yu Jue first pressed his shoulders and adjusted his posture: "The posture should be relaxed, not tense."

Zhou Xing made a low voice, allowing him to adjust his posture by breaking his legs and holding hands.

Yu Jue's guidance was very effective. Zhou Xing continued to dance, and it was all due to his adjustments by the side, and intimate contact was unavoidable.

After going through it once, Zhou Xing started the second time, Yu Jue was by his side the whole time, the unique vigor of youth continued to permeate, and sweat swayed in the years of youth.

Time passed quickly, and before they knew it, there were only two of them left in the training room with seven people.

The training room, which is embedded with clear mirrors, is spacious and has no dead ends. The sound of the flat ground rubbing against the soles of the shoes is clear and pleasant to the ear, sometimes accompanied by the sound of clothes rubbing.

Zhou Xing practiced until he was satisfied, and then he buttoned up the fisherman's hat used to block the light. After continuous training, his physical strength had already been exhausted, so he simply closed his eyes and fell back out of breath.

He was already prepared to fall to the ground and hurt, but instead he was caught firmly, hugged tightly in his arms, leaning against his hot chest, he could vaguely feel the beating heart under his chest.

Zhou Xing's arms were imprisoned on his waist, he was too lazy to break free, so he took off his head and leaned back on Yu Jue, his hands were hanging in the air, and his tone was laziness: "What are you doing with me?"

He thought about lying on the ground and sleeping for a while.

With some weight on his body, Yu Jue didn't even frown, and his tone was steady: "It hurts when I fell in winter."

Zhou Xing curled his lower lip and said nothing.

After a while of silence, Yu Jue asked, "Need to sleep?"

Zhou Xing didn't think about it, he was just tired, it was difficult to move his fingers, his brows were full of exhaustion, and he didn't respond to Yu Jue in time.

Seeing his appearance, Yu Jue thought he was exhausted, bent over, put his arms through his legs, and hugged him straight up.

The body soared into the air suddenly, Zhou Xing suddenly opened his eyes, and out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the ground which was quite a distance away from him. His instinctive reaction made him put his hands on Yu Jue's shoulders, and he was anxious: "What are you doing?!"

Yu Jue's expression was cold, and he walked towards the door with his long legs, and his tone could not be refused: "Please take leave this afternoon, go back to sleep."

Zhou Xing didn't want to be carried out like this, he stretched out his hand to push Yu Jue, kicking his legs to jump off, the shackles in his hamstrings became tighter, and he couldn't break free.

"Fuck, you fucking let me go first!"

After being yelled by Zhou Xing, Yu Jue stopped in his tracks, the door was almost opened in an instant, his arms loosened, and he really let him go.

Zhou Xing's face turned dark as he stood still. Looking at Yu Jue's face, he kept hypnotizing himself.

Can't fight can't fight can't fight.

"Don't make decisions for me in the future." Zhou Xing gave him a gouged look, turned around, walked to the wall and sat down, straightened his long legs, lowered the brim of his hat and closed his eyes to rest.

Yu Jue realized that he had done something wrong, and stood silently for more than ten seconds before walking to Zhou Xing's side. After a moment of hesitation, he did not sit on the ground like Zhou Xing, but squatted halfway.

In the darkness, with his senses magnified, Zhou Xing naturally knew that Yu Jue was coming.

He opened his eyes, and squinted at Yu Jue, who was under low air pressure. His light-colored pupils were staring at him. They were clean and crystal clear, with little stars, a bit like the glass beads he played with when he was a child, with bright brilliance.

When he met Yu Jue's eyes, Zhou Xing's anger just disappeared without a trace. He himself was a little surprised when the other party became special in his heart.

It is indeed special.

Zhou Xing knew very well that it felt different.

He sighed from the bottom of his heart, the corners of his lips were raised, and he still wanted to tease: "Are you wronged?"

Yu Jue was speechless, just looking at him like that.

Zhou Xing couldn't help laughing while being stared at by him, the prickly dimple was a little intoxicating, and the hearts of those who watched were thumping.

The author has something to say: Pre-acquisition of "NPC I'm Starving to Death"

Yuan Qingshi is an NPC in a horror game. If I had to describe it, it would be that the game in the APP is full of flowers. The dungeon he is in is poor and silent. To put it simply, the script is bad, the rewards for customs clearance are not good, and there are no people. Come.

No one came, no effect, no commission, living on a basic salary, being looked down upon by others, making it difficult for NPCs to survive.

Yuan Qingshi was so poor that he couldn't even afford to eat. He planned to resign and leave the dungeon to apply for other dungeons to make a living.

There are very few NPCs left in the copy, and the shortage of people is terribly lacking. The leader cried and begged him not to leave.

Yuan Qingshi resolutely made a decision. At this time, someone took advantage of him to copy it!

The opponent's APP ranks first, and he is a frightening boss.

Top Big, Big, Big Boss?How much commission is that?Is it enough for him to eat for three or four years?

Yuan Qingshi felt that the future was bright, and he devoted himself to playing his NPC character—Vase.

But, why does this boss look at him strangely?

Wait a minute, why did the boss run away after picking him up?

The leader who was desperately chasing after him was heartbroken: "Please give me back my NPC!!!"

The titles of the texts are tentatively scheduled to be revised. This book has not been posted in the column yet. Let me tangled up a little more. Which one should I write next?