Threatened by KISS photos

Song Huaizun leaned against the window, looking at the football field downstairs.A group of high school students in their prime were sweating on the court.

Song Huaizun has excellent eyesight, although he is far away, he can still see clearly.

He is naturally curved, even more curved than a mosquito coil, and there is no room for turning around.However, he turned a blind eye to the twenty or so youthful and beautiful bodies on the field.

There was only one target for his eyes.

Jiang Huan.

He liked his looks, a small face with sharp lines.His eyebrows are thick, but not thick, and they are neatly shaped as if they were drawn with a stroke of a model.

His lips are very thin, and he has a bad smile. He said that a man with a bad smile is more attractive.

He likes his figure, the thighs are perfect, healthy and sexy.

The small waist is thinner, making the shoulders wider and the waist narrower.

The little butt is curled up, it's just accidental to say how he knew it.Once he accidentally opened the door of a toilet, and Jiang Huan was changing clothes inside.His top was neat, but his lower body was only wearing a pair of leggings, which looked like long johns.The black tights outlined his lower body, protruding forward and backward. He looked at the protruding and warped, and really didn't know where to stop his eyes. It wasn't because he was shy, but he wanted to see both sides.The two remained in a stalemate for several seconds before Jiang Huan slammed the door hard.

Later, no matter what Jiang Huan wore, he seemed to be able to see his small buttocks tightly wrapped by legging through the fabric.

unfortunately,

Falling flowers are intentional and ruthless.

In the first year of high school, Jiang Huan always looked at him inexplicably with a smile that was not a smile, blatantly, like a provocation—he didn’t know what a fool he was. He thought it was a provocation, but later realized that it was provocative.

The difference of one word is a thousand miles away.

Maybe people are willing to believe what they expect. He has too many unlucky things, thinking that he can get a good one.

His eyes will still follow Jiang Huan involuntarily.Maybe that would be too deep into the drama, until now it is too late to switch.

It was already late when he got home, and he went to evening self-study with the dormitory students, but he didn't have dinner.He put down his schoolbag, skillfully washed rice, washed vegetables, cut meat, fried and fried all in one go.

Take out the bowls and chopsticks, and arrange three pairs as usual.

"The meal is ready, let's eat."

He picked up the bowl of rice and began to eat.

His cooking is not bad, not very delicious, but the nutrition is perfect.Vegetables, meat, and carbohydrates are in the right ratio. Compared with delicious food, health is more important...

The quick sound of keys opening the door interrupted Song Huaizhun's thoughts.

"Xiao Zhun! I just ate. I bought you something to eat. The shelf life is short. Don't forget about it."

Song Huaijia stuffed things into the refrigerator, washed his hands casually, and picked up the bowls and chopsticks to eat.

Song Huaizhun knocked off Song Huaijia's chopsticks, and said indifferently, "Take it yourself."

Song Huaijia put down the bowls and chopsticks awkwardly, took a new pair from the kitchen, and came back after filling up the rice.

"My parents have been... for so long, don't be like this, people think you are sick."

Song Huaizhun rearranged the bowls and chopsticks that were messed up by Song Huaijia, and said coldly: "Who else will come to this house except you? Heh, even you come when you want to come."

Song Huaijia's initial smile completely disappeared from his face. He suppressed the fire, bowed his head and silently ate the rice.

The meal was finished in silence, and both felt a little indigestion afterward.

Song Huaijia took out a thick envelope from his pocket and handed it to Song Huaizhun. Song Huaizhun looked at his brother coldly and didn't answer it.

Song Huaijia put the envelope on the table, and was about to speak when Song Huaizhun stepped in first: "Stolen money?"

Song Huaijia's anger flared up all of a sudden: "You fucking..." He got stuck again in the middle of speaking.

"How many times have I said, I don't want your money. My parents left enough money, and I don't want your stolen money." Song Huaizhun said word by word.

"What the hell is that little money for?!" Song Huaijia said.

"It's enough for you to finish college, I finish high school, and then you find a good job, and I will go to work during winter and summer vacation..."

"Will you fucking watch less TV dramas?! Do you think it's easy to find a job? Do you think it's easy to get a part-time job?" Song Huaijia looked angry, "You are so fucking naive!"

"Then I don't want your stolen money either!" Song Huaizhun rushed into the bedroom, took out a bag, and threw it vigorously in front of Song Huaijia, "Take it away, I won't use any of it! I won't use it in the future!"

The hundred-yuan bills in the bag were scattered all over the place in an instant, and some of them were thrown high and then slowly fell down.

Song Huaijia's eyes were red, and she stared at Song Huaizhun for a long time.He turned around suddenly, opened the door fiercely, and closed it fiercely again.There was a rush of going downstairs, and Song Huaijia left.

Song Huaizhun picked up the chair beside him and slammed it heavily on the door.

When I woke up the next morning, the living room was in chaos.The table was not cleared and the dishes were not washed, a pile of banknotes was scattered on the floor, a dining chair fell apart, and the door was knocked out of the hole.

Song Huaizun wanted to laugh.

Don't you have to clean up by yourself in the end?Who is he having trouble with?

He walked to the dining table to look at the leftovers from last night - he had made more and planned to take them to school for lunch at noon today, but after the trouble last night, he forgot to put them in the refrigerator.In the weather in September, regardless of nitrite, the bacterial colonies must have exceeded the standard. If you eat badly and go to the hospital to hang water, it will cost a lot, but the small is worth the money.

Sighing, he looked at his watch, it was still early, he quickly dumped the leftovers into the trash can, and then began to tidy up the messy house he had made last night.

+ + + +

Song Huaizun looked at Jiang Huan who was about to pee out something out of the corner of his eye - that's right, he has excellent eyesight, even from the corner of his eye.In the largest toilet in the school, there were seven clean and tidy urinals that were empty, but Jiang Huan insisted on choosing to be side by side with him, and gave him a teasing... provocative mysterious smile.

childish.

Song Huaizhun smiled in his heart, and silently accepted the benefit.

Well, the colors, sizes and shapes are beautiful.

Song Huaizun came in ahead of Jiang Huan, so he was the first to solve it.He zipped it up, glanced at Jiang Huan and Jiang Xiaohuan indiscriminately, and went to wash his hands.

The corners of Song Huaizhun's mouth couldn't help but hook upwards, and the haze that was on his forehead yesterday was almost swept away.

Jiang Huan walked past Song Huaizhun directly and did not pick on him again.He is somewhat regretful.

Jiang Huan walked past him directly?Jiang Huan...didn't wash his hands? !

Song Huaizhun has heard a joke, urinating without washing hands, shaking hands is equal to shaking hands.Jiang Huan's status in his heart dropped by two stars in an instant, and now there are only about ninety stars left.

Why doesn't Jiang Huan wash his hands? !

According to his observation, Jiang Huan is more hygienic and washes his hands after going to the toilet. Why didn't he wash his hands today?

"Have you signed up?" He didn't notice the two people in front of him until the person speaking to him raised his voice.

"What?" Song Huaizhun asked.

"Marathon, have you signed up?" Hong Lan said.

"No." Song Huaizhun's voice was toneless.

"Why didn't you report it? Your legs are so long, one step is worth two steps." Hong Lan said.

Song Huaizhun frowned, "You have to report it yourself." He avoided the two of them and wanted to leave.

"Hey, what are you talking about? If you want to run a marathon, I will cheer you up at night." Hong Lan said.

Song Huaizhun didn't speak any more, and walked straight forward.

Tao Wanwan said behind her: "Don't forget to participate in the film club activities at night. You almost didn't have enough points last year. You are not busy studying at the beginning of school. Go there a few more times."

Song Huaizhun turned his head and said "Yes" to Tao Wanwan.

By the way, Song Huaizhun suddenly had a flash of inspiration. After a while, Jiang Huan's class was in physical education class, and it was dirty anyway, so it didn't matter if he didn't wash his hands or not.I see.

The two stars that were just lost were quickly made up again.

As soon as he reached the entrance of the corridor, Song Huaizun was held back in a corner.The distance between the two was too close, and Song Huaizhun was a little suffocated.

"What did Wanwan just tell you?" Jiang Huan asked.

It was too close, Song Huaizhun could hold Jiang Huan in his arms as long as he stretched out his hand.

"Ask you something!" Jiang Huan said unhappily.

The sound is really nice.

Song Huaizhun said slowly: "I want to attend the film club on time at night."

"Really?" Jiang Huan asked with narrowed eyes.

"Yes." Song Huaizhun said.

"Didn't you say anything else?"

"No." Song Huaizhun was telling the truth, and Hong Lan was talking about the marathon.

Jiang Huan suddenly stretched out his finger to poke Song Huaizhun's chest, "I tell you, you'd better tell the truth, regardless of your height, it's like playing if I hit ten people like you."

Jiang Huan just went to the bathroom and touched his dick with his hand, and then poked his chest again without washing his hands, which was almost like... poking his chest with a dick.Song Huaizhun's heart fluttered.

"to be frank!"

Song Huaizhun tried his best to suppress the smile on his face, and said, "She asked me to sign up for the marathon, and cheer me up when she says I'm down."

"Huh!?" Jiang Huan pouted bitterly, "Did you fucking agree?"

Song Huaizhun said, "No."

Only then did Jiang Huan's face soften, and he affirmed: "Well, you did a good job, and it will be the same in the future. Don't agree to whatever she says."

Song Huaizhun said docilely, "Yes."

He likes Jiang Huan's small appearance, vivid and cute.

Since Song Huaizun was so docile, Jiang Huan couldn't find fault anymore, he said generously, "Okay, let's go."

He didn't plan not to go to the film club activities in the evening, one was because of the school points, and the other was because Jiang Huan also participated in this semester.

Jiang Huan was not seen until the movie started, but his two younger brothers sat behind.

Hong Lan and Tao Wanwan sat next to him with their bags in their hands, and Hong Lan even winked at him.

Song Huaizhun didn't feel much about this kind of thing. After all, the gender was wrong, and she didn't have what he wanted, so it was fundamentally untenable.The person he wanted, who he had, didn't come, where did he go?

The chair was suddenly kicked off, "Hey, change the seat, it blocks me from watching the screen."

This person is Jiang Huan's friend Huang Xin, a sports student with a simple mind.Song Huaizhun didn't intend to argue with him, so he remained silent.

Jiang Huan has excellent communication skills and has countless friends inside and outside the school. He saw a group of people waiting for Jiang Huan at the school gate several times.The clothes of those people are not ordinary students, and there are quite a few of them who are beautiful.

Although he is gay, he still has basic judgments about human beauty and ugliness.Those few are pretty, and they wear special clothes, which are eye-catching wherever they go.

Huang Xin kicked the chair again, "Did you hear that?"

Hong Lan turned her head and glared at Huang Xin, who looked away with a smile.

It is certain that Jiang Huan is a straight man, and it is certain that he likes beautiful ones.But he was still quite surprised that Jiang Huan was chasing Tao Wanwan, he thought he liked to have sex.Tao Wanwan is short, with fair skin and big eyes, and her hair is neatly draped over her head.He guessed that Jiang Huan probably chased Tao Wanwan because Tao Wanwan was the so-called school girl who had more face after catching up.So I haven't taken it too seriously, but those few rambunctious...

The back of the chair was kicked a few more times, and Song Huaizhun's body swayed accordingly.

No matter how you think about those rascals, they should be Jiang Huan's taste. Jiang Huan didn't come to the film club tonight, and he probably went out with those rascals.

What kind of wave?

Several not-so-good images flashed in my mind, Jiang Huan's waist, Jiang Huan's legs...

Those women could easily have what he dreamed of.

His life has always been like this, he doesn't want much, but he often fails to get the favor of heaven.

He tried his best to adjust his attention to the big screen in front of him, but his eyes couldn't focus.

Jiang Huan's waist, Jiang Huan's legs, those women can touch them casually...

The sound of kicking the stool a few times caused the students in the front row to turn their heads frequently.

Jiang Huan's waist, Jiang Huan's legs, those women can touch them casually...

Not only did the two people in the back not stop because the students turned their heads back frequently, but they intensified and kicked a few more times.

Jiang Huan's waist, Jiang Huan's legs, those women can touch them casually...

Song Huaizhun stood up suddenly, turned around and kicked the chair hard.

The chair hit Huang Xin's leg, and he stood up cursingly, trying to pinch Song Huaizhun's collar, but Song Huaizhun punched him straight and pushed Huang Xin back. Huang Xin.

Both of them were stunned, hugging each other and staring at Song Huaizhun with wide eyes.

"Oh fuck!" Huang Xin felt a warm current flowing from his nose, and when he touched it, his hand was bloody.

Song Huaizhun picked up his schoolbag and walked out, while Huang Xin yelled behind him: "You fucking don't go!"

Hong Lan was speechless, and she said hesitantly, "Wan Wan, I think you'd better forget it, I think he has violent tendencies."

However, Tao Wanwan had star-eyed eyes.

The author has something to say: 1. The cover originally wanted to show the back of the boy in legging, but JJ probably won't pass the review.From this cover, it can be seen that Jiang Huan has broad shoulders, thin waist and thin buttocks?

2. Try to update a chapter first, and see the response before talking.

3. Love everyone (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～