ex boyfriend's wedding

In the scorching hot Qiuyang, the two panicked and started to run away, and accidentally stumbled into each other——"First Acquaintance"

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school hallway.

"Do you have the phone number of my new tablemate, Wen Lu?"

"Do you have my tablemate's phone number?"

"Stop, classmate in front, do you have my deskmate's phone number?"

The classmate in front turned around and looked at him nervously: "Who is your deskmate?"

Shen Zaitu took a closer look, he was not in his class, and waved his hand: "Sorry, I admitted the wrong person."

Ding Cheng wished he could cover his face completely, it was too embarrassing.

But Shen Zaitu grabbed his shoulder, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and walked casually: "Ding Cheng, why do you think my tablemate is so mysterious!"

I have been at the same table for three days and haven't said ten words.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Ding Cheng pulled up his collar and covered half of his face. He felt ashamed, "If you want someone's phone number, you can just ask for it!"

"Who, who." Shen Zaitu felt uncomfortable, and his voice was loud, trying to cover up: "Who wants his phone number?"

Who is that idiot who asks for the phone number of the deskmate?

Ding Cheng simply didn't want to talk to him.

"You know what a fart, this is to promote friendship between deskmates." Shen Zaitu said.

"Then why didn't you ask around about me?" Ding Cheng asked.

"You asked me to go around to find out about someone like you?"

"... Take back your mean eyes."

Ding Cheng angrily pushed him away and entered the classroom.

Shen Zaitu turned around and went to the toilet. After entering the classroom, he glanced at his seat first.

He raised his hat uncomfortably with his hands, got rid of the burning heat in the corridor, and sat back on his seat in a polite manner.

"Ding Cheng." He bent down to look for the book, stretched his legs and kicked it forward while looking for it.

Ding Cheng was sitting in front of Wen Lu, and they were leaning sideways.

Shen Zaitu stretched out his legs, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he swung the other pair of legs under the table.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I was careless."

Shen Zaitu withdrew his feet.

Wen Lu blinked slowly: "No...it's okay."

"What questions do you do every day?"

It was as if he had found an opportunity to speak.

Shen Zaitu leaned on the corner of his stool with one hand, and moved closer to him.

A fragrance, with an indescribable free and easy energy.

Unknowingly, Wen Lu's heart jumped twice, his face burned, and he said timidly, "English test paper."

"It's amazing!" Shen Zaitu praised him, but he didn't leave his hand on the stool.

Shoulder to shoulder, the distance is very close, so close that you can hear each other's breathing.

There is a faint humming of cicadas outside the window.

Wen Lu shrank in uncomfortably.

"Hey, what does this word read?" Shen Zaitu asked suddenly.

He did it on purpose, but Wen Lu didn't know: "obsessive."

"What does it mean in this sentence?"

Hot breath sprayed against his ears.

Wen Lu's face flushed suddenly, his thin shoulders stiffened, like a bird with broken wings, with nowhere to escape: "He made people..."

Shen Zaitu looked at his trembling eyelashes hanging at the end of his eyes, and suddenly he didn't dare to breathe.

It was so close, so close that he could do something just by moving forward a little.

But what to do, he didn't know.

"Very infatuated." Wen Lu finished nervously, his heart pounding.

In the crowded classroom, the two were silent, their faces were red and their hearts were hot, and the sound of their hearts beating chased after each other.

Shen Zaitu looked at him blankly.

Wen Lu is as obedient as a milk cat whose fur has been smoothed by him, and there is a softness on his body that makes him mess up.

"Then what kind of person would make you..." Shen Zaitu's heart felt hot for a moment, and he wanted to ask him without thinking.

"What did you call me just now?" One sentence interrupted him abruptly.

Ding Cheng looked back and didn't find anything wrong between the two of them.

Shen Zaitu straightened his body in secret annoyance, glared at Ding Cheng, and blamed him for being ignorant: "Who called you?"

"You," Ding Cheng choked, looking at Wen Lu, "did this person call me just now?"

Wen Lu's face was still blushing, and he would not lie: "Yes."

Shen Zaitu's tone was not good: "Just ask you, who is this class for?"

Ding Cheng frowned puzzledly, looking at his brother holding a book in his hand.

In my heart, I scolded you for holding all the fucking Chinese documents in my hand, and I asked who I taught.

Ding Cheng was about to speak, when suddenly, his nose sniffed the air: "Who the hell is wearing perfume?"

"Wang Li, it's you." Ding Cheng stared at his tablemate with a firm tone, "You girls just do these things every day, and there's nothing you can do."

"There's something wrong with you, Ding Cheng."

"The smell comes from you sitting outside."

"Fuck off, crazy, sister, I never spray that thing, okay, I haven't smelled it."

"Really, it was in the air just now..."

The two in front were arguing.

Wen Lu glanced at Shen Zaitu quietly, he held up a good-looking hand and fiddled with the pen easily.

The action has a kind of undisciplined handsomeness.

Shen Zaitu paused, then turned his head suddenly.

Wen Lu couldn't dodge in time and was caught.

"They..." With a soft voice, Wen Lu pointed to the two people in front of him, as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly a hand stretched out.

directly on his face.

He flinched slightly in fright, and a stronger scent hit Wen Lu's face.

It was thicker than before, and it made him a little dizzy for a while.

"Shh." Shen Zaitu stretched out a finger to his mouth.

Wen Lu blinked and understood, it was for him to cover up.

Wen Lu nodded anxiously, his wet eyes were pink.

He looks very good, as pitiful as a deer.

Shen Zaitu stared blankly for a moment and forgot to stop.

"Can you?" Wen Lu trembled, reaching out to touch the hand covering his face, but——

In an instant, time stood still.

Too close, the palm is too close to the lips.

The thick and hot palm seemed to be licked by a kitten, and it was itchy, extending from the palm to the chest.

"...You." Shen Zaitu stared at him in astonishment.

Wen Lu trembled, being frightened by him.

He just wants to.

just wondering.

I just want him to let go.

Wen Lu's eyes sparkled, and he gently squeezed his wrist with his hand.

Shen Zaitu gritted his teeth and withdrew his hand.

Clenched into a fist, carefully put it in his pocket.

Wen Lu lowered his head, and secretly reached out to touch his lips, which still left a tactile sensation.

He looked quietly out of the corner of his eye, and saw his deskmate with a tense, handsome red face.

It looks very cold.

In the school cafeteria.

"Hey, Ding Cheng," Kou Sijie tapped Ding Cheng with his chopsticks, "Old Shen has been giggling for half an hour, what happened to you in class?"

Ding Cheng rolled his eyes: "I'm afraid it's Sichun."

When Kou Sijie heard this, he became excited: "Who? From that class? What's your name? Do I know you?"

"Don't fucking ask, he just has a headache for a while."

"Fuck, there is a situation, not enough brothers!"

Ding Cheng didn't say anything about life and death, Kou Sijie turned his head and asked Shen Zaitu: "Old Shen, who are you looking for?"

Shen Zaitu smiled, and said: "It's not done, so don't ask."

Kou Sijie thought for a while, and guessed: "You have been asking for the phone number these days, is this the only person, did you get the phone number?"

As soon as the phone number was mentioned, Shen Zaitu was annoyed, and his tone became cold: "Dinner."

From the tone of his voice, he knew he didn't get it, Kou Sijie: "How about brother help you."

Shen Zaitu wearily said, "It's useless for you to help, I would have gotten it sooner if I could."

Kou Sijie smiled: "Don't say that, I tell you, as long as it is from our school, there is no phone number that cannot be obtained anywhere."

Shen Zaitu gave a pause to the hand holding the food: "What do you mean?"

Kou Sijie smiled triumphantly, looked around, and waved: "Student Registration Form."

"Hey." Ding Cheng knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks, "What a bad idea."

Kou Sijie: "This is the most direct method."

"I think your mother is afraid that the world will not be chaotic."

"Then why don't you think seriously for Old Shen."

Ding Cheng was speechless, and said to Shen Zaitu: "If you want me to tell you, you can ask someone directly. If you dare not, I will ask for you."

Shen Zaitu didn't answer, biting the chopsticks with his teeth, recalling what Kou Sijie said in his head.

The teaching office is on the second floor, and the door will be locked after ten o'clock.

At this time, two dark figures sneaked up the stairs to the teaching building.

Shen Zaitu squatted at a door and reached for his pocket. Ding Cheng watched him take out a bunch of shiny keys from his pocket, and was dumbfounded: "Shen Zaitu, you are paralyzed. When did you get so many keys?"

"When we finished eating." Shen Zaitu started to try the lock, Ding Cheng yelled behind him, Shen Zaitu was annoyed by the noise: "Can you keep your voice down, you will only be happy if you get someone here. "

Ding Cheng was so angry that he raised his fist excitedly and waved: "I really want to tear your brain open to see if there is a dung beetle inside."

As soon as the words fell, the lock opened with a "click".

"It's done." Shen Zaitu was overjoyed, and took off the lock: "You can watch out for me outside, I'll go in and look for it, if someone comes, just whistle."

Shen Zaitu pushed open the door, groped in, found Lao Qin's location, began to look through a stack of folders, and found the class's student registration form.

Flip it open, compare each person's name, and read carefully.

"Wen Lu, Wen Lu, Wen Lu..." whispered in his mouth, sliding his fingertips down the paper.

Suddenly, a bright light came in through the corridor window.

"Who's in the office?" The rough, masculine voice startled the two inside and outside the door.

Ding Cheng was so regretful that he forgot to whistle, "Old Shen, hide quickly."

After shouting, he ran downstairs and hid in the flower bed.

Shen Zaitu: "..."

In the classroom office on the second floor, the lights turned on.

Ding Cheng squatted in the flower bed, looked up, and after a while, he had to admit: "I'm afraid this new student is Lao Shen's disaster."

on Monday.

As soon as Wen Lu arrived in the classroom, he saw the whole class going to the playground.

Wang Li saw him and called him: "Wen Lu, you are here, hurry up, Teacher Qin asked us to go to the playground."

Wen Lu didn't know what was going on, so he put down his schoolbag and followed the flow of people to the playground.

The students in the class talked a lot.

"What's wrong with this, why we have to follow to hold the flag-raising ceremony."

"You didn't see how ugly Lao Qin's face is, saying that Shen Zaitu committed another crime."

"Damn it, it's him again, what the hell is going on, what's going on."

"I don't know, don't stand under the red flag pole and read the review."

"Ding Cheng, you don't know what Lao Shen committed..."

Ding Cheng was tired and didn't want to talk.

Shame, really shame, lose the whole school.

After the flag-raising ceremony, the headmaster spoke, and behind him stood a majestic and solemn stone statue.

The old principal still used his correct voice: "Last Friday, some students in certain grades and classes seriously violated school discipline and rules..."

Kang Chang's speech was over, and then the senior director spoke, and then Wen Lu saw his deskmate walking up.

From a distance, wearing a black baseball cap and a shiny dress, he has a distinctive handsomeness.

So confident, so dazzling.

After passing countless people, the two seemed to meet each other's eyes.

Finding the figure in the crowd, the corners of Shen Zaitu's mouth rose slightly.

He lowered his head and coughed lightly into the microphone: "Respected leaders, teachers, dear students, hello everyone!

Today, when I stand here, I am filled with remorse, and I am in an extremely bad mood.

After two days and two nights of deep introspection and self-criticism, I realized how pathetic my actions this time were. dare to believe.

This happened last Friday, and I still remember that it was a dark and stormy night..."

The people below let out bursts of laughter as he read the self-criticism.

"Hahaha, this is a fucking review. Why do I feel that he is unlucky to be found out all the time, not a reflection on what he did wrong."

"Damn, Lao Shen's review is very performance-oriented in it."

"Shameless, return to the fucking greenhouse."

"Sao, this review is quite enough."

His slightly magnetic voice came from the radio, Wen Lu stood in the crowd, staring at his shoes, listening carefully.

His voice is very thick, like a ray of sunshine on his hand, warm: "The above is my deep reflection on this incident.

In addition, I know that you will definitely be able to hear the words, so I would like to take this opportunity of review and implore my deskmate here to tell me your phone number.I really can't help it, if you don't want to, then please see it for the sake of my serious self-criticism—"

With a "swish", as if a pot of hot water was poured down, Wen Lu's cheekbones were covered with a thrilling blush.

Wen Lu raised his head in astonishment, his whole body froze, and looked straight at the young man on the stage from a distance.

Shen Zaitu looked back at him from a distance, raised the corners of his mouth.

Deskmate.

phone number.

He actually.

He actually asked him for his phone number in front of all the teachers and students in the school.

he·········

Wen Lu's brain was dull, but Shen Zaitu's deep voice was still heard on the radio.

On the way back to the classroom, there were eyes staring at him from all directions.

It made him very uneasy, but Wen Lu didn't know what to do, his palms were drenched with sweat, and he quickly returned to his seat with his head down.

As soon as he sat down, a group of people were playing and cursing from the corridor outside, and heard three familiar words.

Wen Lu's face felt hot unconsciously.

When Shen Zaitu walked into the classroom, the group of boys instantly silenced and looked at each other, tacitly.

Then, there were coughs one after another, louder and louder, deliberately signaling something.

When Shen Zaitu saw that Wen Lu's head was buried under the table, he angrily kicked away the booing people around him.

After sitting in his seat, Lao Qin entered the classroom with a dark face. Lao Qin didn't say anything, and went straight to the main class.

"That," Shen Zaitu took advantage of Qin Shihuang's turn to write on the blackboard, elbowed Wen Lu's arm, and said softly, "Wen Lu."

Wen Lu's heart trembled, and he clung to the wall as if frightened.

Shen Zaitu felt a little disappointed for a moment.

I blamed myself again in my heart, blamed myself.

Too impulsive, it scares people.

Several emotions are stacked together, and my heart is in a mess.

It continued until the get out of class was about to end, and Teacher Qin drew people to the blackboard to do the questions, and Shen Zaitu was the first to bear the brunt of the roll call.

Shen Zaitu took the book, went up, the questions were simple, he would.

After finishing, Teacher Qin took a few glances, but couldn't find anything wrong with it, and motioned him to go down.

Shen Zaitu returned to his seat wearily, but he didn't know what he saw, and his whole body froze.

The corners of his mouth curled uncontrollably.

The whole heart is alive.

On his desk, there was a small piece of paper with beautiful characters written on it:

I don't have a phone.