Yama

January after the new year is a dark month for the attached middle school. The monthly exams are followed by the final exams, and the weekly exams come together. The papers are one by one, and the exercises are one by one. I always feel that I am going to die, but in fact I gritted my teeth and found After living another day, and after all the exams are over, the students feel a sense of unreality. They all know in their hearts that this kind of years has just begun.

In the afternoon, the old bald man called Ji Qiao over. Ji Qiao is now his No. [-] favorite in the attached middle school. According to the old bald man's words: This kid is honest, humble, and smart, how could he not be liked.The most important thing is that Ji Qiao has never called him nicknames with other classmates, or despised him for having short hair.

The old bald man asked Ji Qiao to record the grades for him, and calculated the average grades and grades by the way, while he began to talk to himself about how disobedient the current students are, all of them have good eyesight and low skills, and they have high ambitions, thinking that a good family background is everything. Only after leaving the society can I know the painstaking efforts of the teacher.

Ji Qiao didn't talk to her, and she didn't mean to be annoying, she silently endured the poisoning of her ears, but after a while, the typical "disobedient" student in the old bald man's mouth appeared.

And Ji Qiao just happened to count towards his grades.

Yan Cheng looked at the old bald man, then at Ji Qiao who was on the side, but didn't speak.

The old bald man snorted coldly, "Do you know what to call you for?"

Yan Cheng said, "I don't know."

"You still have the guts to say it," the old bald man took the report card from Ji Qiao's hand and threw it in front of Yan Cheng, "Look, how much is the score? 60, right?" He picked up Yan Cheng's paper again and compared them "59" above, raised his voice, "Guess which is your real score? Huh?"

Yan Cheng was silent.

The old bald man has a lot to say, "Aren't you always good at calculating, why did you make a mistake this time? Are you too confident in yourself or are you really not good at it?"

Yan Cheng just lowered his eyes and let him scold him. To be honest, he did not perform well this time, and not only mathematics, but also English, physics and chemistry... Almost all the subjects that Yan Cheng is usually good at failed in this final exam. Very, because during the time of the exam, his mind was in a mess, like sleepwalking.It's just that other teachers would help him find excuses, and even comfort him in turn. Only the old bald man gave him a deep blow without mercy, as if he had caught some big horse.

For the next twenty or ten minutes, it was completely the old bald man's personal speech time, talking about clichés, which sounded a bit annoying, but it was not completely unreasonable, at least Yan Cheng didn't feel disgusted, but quietly listened to it all.

"Do you understand, I'm doing this for your own good!" The old bald man said he was tired, and took a sip from his teacup.

Yan Cheng said, "I understand, Teacher Zhu."

His rare obedient attitude surprised Mr. Zhu, and his heart of "being a teacher and teaching others how to fish" was also well satisfied. If Yan Cheng can be completely tamed, it will definitely become his teacher career As soon as the old bald man thought about it, his mood immediately improved, but he still had a not-so-enthusiastic attitude on his face and said, "Come here and see what's wrong with this paper. I'll tell you in advance. This time can be regarded as a lesson, and we must work hard to correct it in the future.”

Yan Cheng walked over and sat down next to Ji Qiao, flipped through the paper and pointed to the last two questions.

The old bald man is rather rigid and serious, but in fact he takes his work very seriously, which is why although Yan Cheng doesn't like him and loves to fight against him, he never really makes things difficult for him.He sorted out the ideas for Yan Cheng to solve the questions, and carefully analyzed many similar examples. Yan Cheng originally just listened to it casually, but he didn't expect to listen to it later, even Ji Qiao on the side. Seriously.

At this time, the get out of class bell rang suddenly, and the old bald man looked at his watch, and said "ahhh", "I'm going to the meeting in a hurry, and I'll talk to you about the next topic next time."

Yan Cheng said, "Just let others tell me."

The old bald man looked at Ji Qiao naturally, "Well, it's fine, Ji Qiao understands, you can tell him, you two can discuss what I just said."

After the exam, most of the students actually went home, and there was no teacher in the office. Ji Qiao lived on campus, but Yan Cheng didn't know why he was still here today.

Seeing Ji Qiao sitting still, he pushed the draft paper towards him.

Ji Qiao paused for a moment before taking it to write.

Yan Cheng looked at the concise and neat answer on the paper, and said softly, "Is this the same attitude you give to others? Or is it only for me? The treatment is too bad."

Talking about this matter, Ji Qiao thought that he was going to find fault again, so she couldn't help frowning, but Yan Cheng laughed the next moment.

"I'm small-minded, and I'm jealous of you giving questions to others. Now that you have failed the exam in retribution, can you be happier?"

But Ji Qiao said, "You deserve it."

"Yes, yes, I deserve it, I have to do it again, and I failed the exam."

In fact, this time the two had been having an awkward fight for nearly half a month, and for a while in the middle, Ji Qiao really felt that Yan Cheng was so angry that he wanted to break up with him, but in the end he still overestimated Yan Cheng's perseverance, Yan Cheng Can't break it, let alone break it, even if you meet Ji Qiao and don't talk, and you can't say anything good, that feeling is enough for Yan Cheng to bear.

Yan Cheng also knew that with their current situation, it would be almost impossible for Ji Qiao to take the initiative to compromise once a problem arises, and he always wanted to go to Ji Qiao, but he couldn't let go of his face, until in the morning, he heard Wu Zixu gossiping there He said two days ago that he saw Xu Yan in the next class crying with her classmates because Ji Qiao rejected her, but she didn't expect it to be wishful thinking in the end, so she couldn't help but ran over directly.

At this moment, Yan Cheng looked around and saw that there was no living person where he looked, so he carefully held Ji Qiao's hand that was placed on the table.

Ji Qiao was startled, and twitched back hard, but Yan Cheng squeezed her tightly and refused to let go.

Yan Cheng looked at him and said, "If you don't like me in the future, or you feel uncomfortable when you think about what happened back then, you can scold me and beat me. I will never fight back. Don't... method……"

Ji Qiao said, "Then do I want to see you?"

Yan Cheng was stunned, and said forcefully, "That won't work."

Ji Qiao snorted coldly.

Yan Cheng softened his tone, "I'll go away at most, and I'll be back in a while."

Ji Qiao lost her temper by his shameless words.

……

After the results came out, there was naturally a parent-teacher meeting, but Chi Shuxuan couldn't make it. She repeatedly promised Ji Qiao on the phone that she would come back before the Chinese New Year, but Ji Qiao didn't care much.

The school dormitory will be closed a week after the start of the winter vacation, and Ji Qiao also plans to leave on the last day.

When he was in the branch school before, he was also like this during this period. He often bought some convenient dry food and stayed in the dormitory for seven days. During the period, reading, drawing or sleeping seemed pleasant, but in fact it was extremely monotonous, but to Ji Qiao, it was nothing difference.Only this time, his rare free time was squeezed into one person.

Yan Cheng knew that Ji Qiao wasn't going back for the time being, so he came to share the half of the dormitory with him every day. Ji Qiao didn't like the complicated breakfast, so Yan Cheng bought it early in the morning and delivered it to Ji Qiao. The dormitory manager repaired each place for him, Ji Qiao took a nap, Yan Cheng sat and read a book, Ji Qiao drew a picture, Yan Cheng played games with headphones, came and went, Ji Qiao got used to being tossed and tossed by him even if he didn't want to, but after a few days God, a lot of things that Yan Cheng brought have been piled up in a small space.

Yan Cheng's people and heart are here, Wu Zixu, who is a best friend, they are naturally dissatisfied that they can't find anyone, so they call him a few times a day to urge him to go out to play, Yan Cheng used to mute the phone or turn it off directly, but today, he forgot .

So when Yan Cheng's phone rang, Ji Qiao, who was at the desk to catch up on the manuscript, looked over.

Yan Cheng hurriedly turned off the phone, shook the magazine in his hand and changed the subject, "When are you going to watch a movie, it's New Year's Eve."

Ji Qiao lowered her head again.

Yan Cheng: "Why don't you wait until I come back? We'll go as soon as we buy the tickets."

The pen in Ji Qiao's hand stopped.

Yan Cheng smiled and said, "I'm leaving tomorrow and going back to City A for the New Year."

Ji Qiao glanced at him, "Yes." Continue to draw.

"Come back after the new year."

Ji Qiao said "hmm" again.

Yan Cheng leaned over, bent down and hugged Ji Qiao who was sitting at the table from behind, leaned his head on his shoulder, and pressed his face against his face.

Ji Qiao turned her head, Yan Cheng changed her face to lips.At first Ji Qiao calmly let him kiss her, but she couldn't draw anymore after a while.

Yan Cheng lightly licked the slippery skin behind his ears, and then licked all the way to the back of his neck, while pulling his hand away from the hem of his clothes and slipping in.

He said in his mouth, "You have nothing to tell me?"

The pen in Ji Qiao's hand fell on the table, Yan Cheng hugged him up, and sat on the chair instead, letting Ji Qiao sit on his lap.

Ji Qiao's clothes were untied, and when she felt the cold air, Ji Qiao pushed him, "It's cold..."

Yan Cheng sucked the skin at his collarbone, leaving bright red marks on it, and said softly, "It won't be cold in a while."

Ji Qiao actually doesn't like doing this kind of thing very much. If it wasn't for Yan Cheng, he might not want to do it once in a year or two, but because this guy is always hanging around now, the frequency of his lust has obviously increased, and he often can't finish it once. The other party did it once, but Ji Qiao had to do it two or three times. Recently, when he took a shower, he was shocked when he saw the mottled marks on his neck and shoulders.

Sensing the pleasure of getting familiar with her lower body, an expression of pain and enjoyment flashed across Ji Qiao's face, her breath became heavier, and the distance between her eyebrows and eyes receded. He wanted to have an orgasm with Ji Qiao, but he found that he preferred to see Ji Qiao's lost expression when she was immersed in desire. It was brought to him by himself, and Ji Qiao's happiness was brought to him through Yan Cheng's hands. Ji Qiao's pain is all dominated and controlled by him. This is completely different from physical pleasure, but psychological satisfaction.

So Yan Cheng would rather slow down this rhythm and slow it down, enduring the torment of being ready to move, but also to see Ji Qiao's vigor and fragrance to the full, and then solve his own problems.

And even if Ji Qiao didn't understand it at first, as time passed, she tasted too much of the ups and downs, and she knew that Yan Cheng did it on purpose, just like at this moment, she was just a step away from being able to climax But Yan Cheng's hand holding his lower body just didn't move, he just kept kissing Ji Qiao's lips, and Ji Qiao turned his face unbearably, blushing and said, "Hurry up!" a little……"

Yan Cheng was so agitated by his trembling and lustful voice that he almost couldn't hold back, he hugged him even tighter, and said with a smile, "What did you say?"

?

Ji Qiao glared at him fiercely, but the current appearance is really not at all lethal, it only makes Yan Cheng even more distracted and out of his mind.

Yan Cheng's subordinates exerted a little force and managed to make Ji Qiao's mood change with him. He pressed against the corner of Ji Qiao's lips and stared closely at the expression in the other's eyes, his eyes revealing obsession.

"Ji Qiao..." Yan Cheng called him softly.

Ji Qiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, she looked over in a blink of an eye, and met Yan Cheng's pressing gaze.

"Ji Qiao..." Yan Cheng called again.

Ji Qiao's already blurred eyes became dizzy, and Yan Cheng's appearance was reflected in her eyes, with a bit of attachment.

This kind of gaze pierced Yan Cheng's heart like a shot in the arm. He couldn't tell what it meant, whether it was true or not, or whether it was just an illusion caused by Ji Qiao's physical pleasure. It doesn't matter, as long as he existed and appeared, even a second is enough.

Yan Cheng was no longer willing to torment the other party, and his subordinates rubbed quickly, using the most direct method, to send Ji Qiao to the peak of desire. At the moment of Ji Qiao's climax, he heard the other party calling his name softly...

Yan Cheng...