A-level spirit master

"So, the Dionysian state is a state of madness intertwined with pain and ecstasy..."

The dark blue handwriting changed from thick to light, and when the last point was written, the pen was declared to be out of water.Feng Ping took off his earphones, and the rustling voices of the girls in the back row came over——

"That's the one in the white shirt, the one near the Dripping Guanyin in the right corner, see..."

"I see, I see! Wow, it's really good-looking, like the kind of boy who came out of a comic. No wonder you went back and talked about it all night last night."

"Facing such a side face, I can't concentrate on my studies at all... Do you think he looks like Takashi Kashiwahara?"

"Well... they look different..."

Feng Ping tidied up the headphone cables, and the chatter of the girls next to him hadn't stopped.

"...It's not the facial features, it's the temperament! That kind of clean and clear youthful temperament."

"Do you have any contact information?"

"Yes. It's unbelievable to talk about this. I looked at it yesterday. He only posted one Moments a year, and it was a greeting on New Year's Eve. It's impossible to spy on his daily life."

"Mom, how do I chase after this..."

……

Feng Ping stuffed the books, paper and pen into the backpack, stood up, and brought the seat back to its original position with one hand, without making a single noise.Slowly down the stairs, out of the library.

There were hurried footsteps coming from behind, her long hair fluttered, her cheeks were stained with a blush, the girl bit her lips: "Student, can I... add your WeChat."

"Yes." Feng Ping looked at her with lowered eyes, and smiled apologetically, "However, I don't use it often."

"It's okay!" The girl raised her smiling face, her eyes were full of eagerness for love.

Feng Ping took out his phone and sighed softly in his heart.He didn't think it was troublesome, but he was ashamed that he would definitely live up to the other party's expectations.

After exchanging WeChat IDs, the girl left contentedly.Feng Ping lifted the strap of the schoolbag up, and continued on the unfinished journey.

During the summer vacation, most of the students of University Y went home, and the students who stayed in school were gone, so the campus was extraordinarily quiet.The white spirea blooms in clusters, the fluffy flower clusters lower the green branches, the water-red phlox blooms wildly and intensely, the wind echoes low, and the birds chirp.He walked through the tree-lined path, passed the fish pond, and turned to the small iron gate on one side. Behind the gate, there were layers of rental buildings and residential hotels.

This is the new campus of University Y. It is located in the outskirts of the city, and housing prices have not yet risen.Feng Ping has been renting a house here for a year. Because he often works part-time and occasionally turns day and night, he doesn't want to affect the lives of his roommates, so he finds a cheap house and moves out.

The mobile phone in the belt was buzzing, Feng Ping took it out to have a look, his throat tightened, and he numbly pressed the answer button:

"...Hello, Second Aunt."

The sunlight was blocked by the tall camphor trees beside the road, and the dense shade fell on the young man, occasionally shining fine specks of light fell on the soft and clean fabric of his white shirt.

"Has the salary been paid?" The voice of the middle-aged woman was slightly sharp.

"……almost."

"Remember to call before the end of the month. By the way, your mother has finished taking all the medicines. Did you hear me call two thousand more this time?"

"Okay..." He paused, "I'm sorry to trouble you..." Before he could finish speaking, a beeping busy tone came from the phone.

He seemed to be in the shade for a while, and after a while, he stuffed the varnished mobile phone into his trouser pocket.A yellow dog was lying on the opposite side of the road, basking in the sun leisurely, when the wind whistled, the yellow dog raised one ear and looked at him vigilantly.He bent his eyes, walked up a small concrete slope, turned a corner, and a brand new three-story rental house came into view.

This is just built by the surrounding residents, and it is specially rented out to students in the new campus. It costs more than 300 a month, and each household has only one bedroom and bathroom.

Feng Ping took out the corridor key, but before he touched the keyhole, he put a dark hand on his shoulder.

"Boy, do you miss any brothers?"

Feng Ping turned around, gritted his teeth, and said, "...Brother Jinzi, I've been on a tight budget lately."

As soon as the "tight" sound came out from his lips and teeth, Feng Ping was pushed against the wall with a burst of force, and the rough wall surface made his skin and flesh ache.Feng Ping lowered his head and did not speak.

"I don't care if you're tight or not!" A man with red hair gritted his teeth and said, "The money you give is getting less and less. Why, are you paralyzed and addicted?!"

Another man with a skull necklace grabbed Feng Ping's hair and forced him to raise his face: "How much money do you want to give me?"

Feng Ping raised his head, his white neck raised a fragile and delicate arc, his eyebrows drooped, and his light cherry-colored lips were tightly pursed.

"Speak!" The man grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall.

"...willing to." Feng Ping whispered.

The men giggled, "Since you're willing, quickly take out the money, so I won't waste my mouth."

"I really didn't have it today... I will definitely make it up next time."

"You are paralyzed! If you don't eat a toast, you will be punished!"

The red-haired man raised his hand fiercely, at this moment, a burst of low laughter broke in abruptly: "Tsk, it's so fucking ugly."

A few hooligans followed the reputation, and there was a man standing at the door of the corridor. No one knew when he came, it was silent, like a ghost.

The man put his hands in his pockets and lazily leaned against the dark red iron door. He was so tall that he almost touched the narrow door frame.

The skull necklace pointed at him: "What are you laughing at?!"

The man looked over, his eyes were ruthless, and he said slowly: "What the hell am I laughing at, you can fucking control me?"

Hongmao said: "I advise you not to worry too much!"

The man took two steps forward and left the iron gate. He leaned against the wall again as if he had no bones, his chest was pressed against Feng Ping's shoulder, and he smiled helplessly at the gangsters: "I'm not much. But... You guys are really, really loud."

The red-haired gangster swallowed his saliva, and took a look at the person who came. The man was wearing a T-shirt, loose trousers, and a pair of high-quality short boots on his feet. He was dressed in black, except for his pale skin.Her silver-gray hair was tied into a short ponytail at the back of her head, and a few strands of hair from her temples fell to the corners of her eyes. The bridge of her nose was straight, and a silver lip ring was worn on her lower lip.

This person's evil spirit is about to overflow... Every micro-expression says 'I'm not easy to mess with, try it if you don't believe me'.Logically speaking, three-on-one should have a [-]% chance of winning, but when a man stares at him, his calf trembles unconsciously.

The skull necklace tugged at the corner of Hongmao's clothes: "Gold..."

The red hair took a step back, frowned fiercely, and said, "I'll give you a few more days. Next time I won't miss a cent."

Feng Ping nodded gently.

"go!"

Several people left.Feng Ping lifted the strap of the schoolbag again, bowed his head and walked around the man.

A long and slender hand is locked between the throat, with distinct bones, and a string of English tattoos on the middle finger, which has a very faint mint fragrance.

"It's really rude..." The man held Feng by the throat and pushed him back to the wall again, "Why, just repay me like this?"

"Thank you." Feng Ping lowered his eyes and said, trying to tear that hand off.

"Who am I?" The man's eyes darkened, and he approached, "Who the hell are you saying thank you to?"

Feng Ping turned his head to one side: "Thank you... Chi Zhou."

Chi Zhou withdrew his hand, and inserted it into his trouser pocket impatiently: "Why do you have to bear it?"

Feng Ping blinked his eyes slowly: "I'm afraid, I will kill them by mistake."

"Then kill it." Chi Zhou slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his tone was chilling, "Cast the invisibility spell, release your [Woe Fighter] to swallow these bastards, and no one will know."

"You're so humorous." Feng Ping wanted to laugh when he heard that, but he couldn't smile because of his heavy heart.

Chi Zhou stared at him for a moment, his eyes dim.He approached slowly, muttering to himself: "You seem to have lost some weight..." He reached out his hand to grab the boy's jaw, and leaned over to press it——

Feng Ping frowned: "Let go!" He raised his arms and violently separated the man's chest.

Chi Mo's jaw tensed for a moment, and the next second he turned Feng Ping against the wall and folded his hands behind his back: "You son of a bitch, you will always be harmless to others, and leave all your fangs to me?!"

"Chi Zhou, we broke up a long time ago!" Feng Ping struggled.

"Yeah." Chi Zhou leaned closer to his neck, spraying his warm breath on the young man's white and soft skin, "We broke up, so no one will fuck you. Go ahead." He opened his mouth to enclose Feng Ping's ear, and gently Biting lightly: "Can you bear it?"

"You're fucking sick!" Feng Ping couldn't help cursing.

Chi Zhou used his other hand to break the boy's face, followed by his thin lips, and his long tongue squeezed through the gaps between his teeth, his body fluid mixed with his breath.

Feng Ping couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the man in front of him was too familiar with what kind of kiss he couldn't resist.The cold lip ring became hot with the intimate contact between the two. Chi Zhou hooked the base of his tongue until it became sour, and the palate was licked. It made it crispy and itchy. Dazed... After a while, Chi Zhou let go of the wind pin, the young man's breath was unsteady, the corners of his eyes were slightly red, and a bright silver thread dripped from the corner of his lips.

Chi Zhou tilted his head, poked out half of his soft red tongue, and slowly licked it away.

"Do it."

"Don't..." Feng Ping leaned against the wall, dizzy from being kissed.

Chi Zhou pulled one corner of his lips, took out his wallet, and squeezed out a stack of banknotes from it: "So, do you?"

Feng Ping was startled, his heart seemed to be pierced by a cluster of ice arrows, never felt that the pink banknotes he worked so hard for every day were so glaring and disgusting.He paused, reached out to take the money, raised his eyes and smiled slightly: "Do."

Chi Zhou also smiled, with a smile full of sarcasm and contempt: "I knew...you fucked me back then, it was because of this thing."

"Otherwise." Feng Ping stuffed the banknotes into his backpack, opened the door, and looked back - his eyes were like the innocent blue of a bird passing by the sea. No one knew that these were eyes when he was lying.

With a gloomy expression, Chi Zhou followed him into the corridor door.

This rental house has just been built for a year, and the facilities are brand new and crude. The air is cool, but the breath of the boat in the pond is getting hotter. He waited for the wind to open the door without saying a word, took off his clothes, and pressed the young man in front of him Underneath, during the whole process, neither of the two spoke.

……

When the evening glow dissipates, the clouds disappear and the rain rests.Chi Zhou put on his clothes and stood up slowly.From the corner of the eye, I caught a glimpse of Feng Ping's bare, smooth back, thin and lonely... He was indeed thinner than before.

The boy buried his entire face in the pillow, his hair was wet and messy, and he didn't look up.

Chi Zhou walked into the small bathroom, wiped his face casually, combed his five fingers, and combed his silver hair again.The man's handsome and evil eyebrows and eyes are reflected in the mirror, his eyes are ruthless, and the tattoo between his fingers is fleeting.

"typhoon."

——I like you when a typhoon passes through the border, flustered and in a mess.

Chi Zhou smiled coldly, opened the door and left without looking back.