suppress his susceptibility period

Jiang Wang slept at home all day on Sunday, and did not go to school at night.

I woke up early on Monday, and went back to the dormitory with some luggage and food. I procrastinated until the first preparatory bell for morning self-study rang, and then leisurely rushed to the classroom.

As soon as he sat down, Cheng Qi and Chi Wei came to his side in the name of endorsement.

Shaking his head with the book in his hand, he kept talking non-stop, but the content had nothing to do with the content of the book.

Chi Wei: "Brother Jiang, good morning, how are you feeling today?"

Jiang Jue was digging his Chinese documents out of the messy table with his head down: "Well, it's okay."

Chi Wei: "Hey, then before I—"

Jiang Lu: "I didn't throw away 'Girl's Dream', I saved it for you, next time I have a chance to wear it, I will show Brother Jiang."

Chi Wei: "...Woo."

Cheng Qi grinned at Chi Wei gloatingly, squatted down by the table, and propped up his Chinese book to block his sight from the podium: "Brother Jiang, did you go back the night before yesterday?"

Jiang Lu: "It's okay, I didn't fall into the pit."

Cheng Qi: "No, what I mean is, have you ever met a pervert who is greedy for your beauty?"

The word pervert...is very familiar.

Jiang Wang finally caught his Chinese documents from the belly of the table that looked like a scene of war.

Pulling it out and throwing it on the table, he looked at Cheng Qi with a complicated mood.

He really wanted to ask whether it was the perverted person on the street who was greedy for the beauty of the boss in women's clothing, or the perverted boy who stayed up at night wearing a wedding dress and wandered around.

But on second thought, forget it.

He's not really a pervert, so why bother with such perverted questions that only a pervert would think about.

"No."

He decisively threw out a negative answer.

Then I didn't know what to think, I turned my eyes and looked at the squad leader sitting in front of him who was wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket, with a straight back and the words "Stay away from strangers" written on the back of his head, leaned back in his chair, and smiled with curved lips.

The wonderful fusion of childishness and ruffianism, the light in the pupils surged: "Although I haven't met someone who is greedy for beauty, but I have met a real 'beauty', and it is not without gain."

"?"

Unknown, Cheng Qi let out a groan, and a question mark slowly popped up in his head: "What beauty? Brother Jiang, have you bumped into a flamboyant ghost?"

Jiang thought about it for a while, and said seriously: "Not gorgeous, not ghostly, just a little air-conditioned."

Cheng Qi, Chi Wei: "..."

What the hell, sounds so evil.

The "Yan Gui" in front of him didn't respond, and he didn't even change his sitting posture.

I don't know if I didn't hear it, but I pretended not to hear it.

Jiang Lu thinks it is the latter. After all, he is withdrawn and aloof like the squad leader. He has always turned a blind eye to his mischievous little actions, and basically will not pay attention to him.

but it does not matter.

Anyway, as long as he likes to talk to him~

"What are we talking about early in the morning?"

Yu Dongyu came late, put his schoolbag on the empty seat behind Jiang Jue, and skillfully rubbed the top of Cheng Qi's furry head before sitting down: "If you don't have a stool, don't your legs feel numb when you squat?"

"No." Cheng Qi shook his head: "I just like this feeling of inferiority, especially the sense of security!"

Yu Dongyu rolled his fox eyes: "Seven cubs, even if you squat like this, it won't prevent the teacher from seeing you at a glance from the podium."

"..."

Cheng Qi's dead fish eyes: "You, yes, really, are annoying."

Yu Dongyu: "I'm not. Why didn't you come when I asked you to come to my house for lunch yesterday?"

Cheng Qi: "I'm going to the driving test site."

"The driving test site?" Yu Dongyu repeated, wondering: "Why are you going there, aren't you eighteen yet?"

Cheng Qi: "What are you thinking? I didn't take the exam. I accompanied my sister. She took the second exam."

"Has it passed, is it difficult?" Yu Dongyu knew his sister, so he asked casually.

Cheng Qi couldn't enter the venue, so he could only paraphrase according to his sister's original words: "It's not difficult, just do it once, my sister said that as long as you remember all the cheating points in the exam room, it will be fine."

"Cheat?" This sentence was asked by Jiang Huang: "Can you cheat on the driving test?"

Cheng Xi nodded, it was rare to have a field that was covered earlier than his peers, and he started to quip: "The driver's license test is different from our test, there are mysteries everywhere in the venue, a stone, a branch, and a mineral spring thrown anywhere Water bottle caps can be important cheating points."

"When my sister went to the simulation for the first time because she didn't understand the rules and kicked a broken brick blocking the road, she was scolded bloody by the coach. It was only later that I learned that the brick was the anchor point for someone else to park on the side and turn the steering wheel. She was kicked away, she lost her anchor point, and died in the second division."

"puff!"

Chi Wei laughed out loud: "Your sister is really interesting."

Jiang Lu also found it new: "Do you still need to pay for the make-up exam? Your sister caused that person to fail the second course, so is she responsible for helping him pay the make-up exam fee?"

"No need in principle, cheating after all."

Cheng Xi said: "But my sister thinks the same as you, she feels very guilty, and she takes the initiative to contact that person to help him pay the make-up exam fee."

Jiang Ruo, Chi Wei, Yu Dongyu: "And then?"

Cheng Qi broke his fingers: "Then they have gone out to watch three movies together, visited the amusement park twice, and had five dinners, and now they are close to the door, and they will be together soon."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Yes, I thought it was the fragrance of sand sculptures, but I didn't expect it to be the sour smell of love.

"Oh, right."

Yu Dongyu suddenly thought of something, suddenly raised his voice: "There is something I forgot to tell you."

Cheng Qi: "What?"

Yu Dongyu: "I just met Lao Sun when I went upstairs. He was chatting with Mr. Zhou in the corridor. He should be coming up soon."

Just after finishing speaking, there was a knock on the door, and the thick voice overwhelmed the sound of reading aloud, resounding through the classroom: "Chi Wei, Cheng Qi, you two are squatting there to serve as Jiang Lu's left and right guardians? You don't have a seat? Go back!"

Really said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Chi Wei took a breath, and the soles of his feet got oily.

Before running away, Cheng Qi did not forget to raise his middle finger at Yu Dongyu angrily: "Important things are said at the end. As expected, I read correctly, you are really a fool!"

Lao Sun kept staring at the two of them back to their seats, and then walked up to the podium with his hands behind his back. The thermos cup was placed on the podium and made a muffled sound: "Okay, stop memorizing, take out the notebook, and start writing silently."

The chaotic sound of reading gradually subsided, and the sound of paper rubbing against each other continued one after another.

"Do you know what to write?"

All the students dragged their voices out in unison: "Know~Dao~"

"It's better to know." Old Sun cleared his throat: "I said it before school last week. Those who don't know will be fined to copy it five times after silently writing."

"Okay~" Sparse and listless.

There were no rules for Jiang to put things away, and it took another half a day to find the dictation notebook.

Lao Sun was standing high on the podium, like a personal radar scanner. He couldn't turn his head and ask Yu Dongyu what to write, so he could only look for it and think about it.

I finally found the notebook, and I remembered what I wanted to write. The pen ran out of water in the middle of writing the word "Xia" in Sanxia, ​​so I had to stop and change a new refill to continue writing.

It's really rough, and the sky doesn't let him study hard.

In the [-] miles from the Three Gorges, there are mountains on both sides of the strait, and there is no place...heavy, heavy rocks and peaks, hiding the sky and blocking the sun...

Jiang Wang spent the whole weekend playing and sleeping, forgetting about the endorsement.

He only read this article once, and he followed Lao Sun's explanation when he was drowsy in class.

Others write silently, but he consumes energy and dies brain cells.

The late summer sun is still shining brightly.

After climbing for a long time, I finally emerged from the tall buildings, and I can't wait to spread the golden light to the whole city.

Jiang Lu was lazily lying on the table and scratching "Three Gorges" intermittently. The light slanted from the window into the classroom and fell on him, casting a layer of tranquility on his whole body.

The hair color is softer, the pupil color is lighter, and the long eyelashes flutter up and down with the thoughts, soft and bright.

The surface of the paper was also warmed by the sunshine, the horizontal lines were scrawled, and Jiang Wang scribbled a few ink spots, which were scratched by the little finger.

The nib of the pen paused for a long time without moving, and he got stuck on the extremely ugly word "巘".

Unable to remember how to write, he stretched his neck and rubbed the ink on his hand with his left thumb in melancholy.

Rubbing and rubbing, his eyes drifted forward, and his attention was distracted.

At first, the line of sight was fixed on the tip of the hair on the front table, then down, across a thin neck, and landed on the collar of the school uniform.

He thought of the faint scent of wine he could smell on the collar of his black shirt the night before.

It should be gone now, right?

A good student rebellious once in a while would only dare to pick it on the weekend, now it is study time, a good boy dare not drink alcohol, and the collar must only have the smell of clean laundry detergent.

His gaze wandered around aimlessly, and finally he was on the small squad leader's earlobe, which had become translucent and pleasing to the eye due to the sunshine.

With yearning for beautiful things, he simply admired for a while, then restlessly stretched out his long legs out of his jurisdiction, and kicked the stool twice.

no response.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lao Sun took the phone and went to the corridor.

Jiang Wang saw the opportunity and lay down again, with his chin resting on his wrist, and the ballpoint pen twirled flexibly in his hand before being turned around.

With his outstretched right hand drooping on the table, the tip of the pen gently touched the back of the front table.

Unaware of Shen Xiuran's momentary pause, Jiang Huang stroked his pen and slowly wrote something on his back.

The speed is very slow, roughly like a word, but due to too many strokes, the writing is not smooth, stop and write, stop and write, can't finish writing for half a day.

Maybe he didn't know that the slightly itchy tactile sensation caused by such a touch would inevitably carry a hint of provocation.

The classroom is very quiet, and the rustle of the pen tip rubbing against the paper can be heard in all ears.

Jiang Wang wrote a few times and got stuck again.

The tip of the pen lightly touched Shen Xiuran's spine, and he frowned and thought carefully about what the word on the far right was.

Next to the antitext?

No, it doesn't feel like it.

The more entangled, the more entangled, as if a lump of glutinous rice is stuck in the throat, and if you can't spit it out or swallow it, you feel uncomfortable.

He kind of wanted to cheat and flip through the book.

Just when he was about to withdraw his hand, the end of the pen was suddenly held by someone.

Blinking and looking up, it was Shen Xiuran who was holding the other end of the pen.

He looked at him slightly sideways, his expression was cold, his pupils were so pure black that the sunlight couldn't get in.

Jiang Wang just looked at him silently for three seconds, curled his eyes skillfully, and mouthed "Master Squad Leader".

With the back of his left hand resting on his chin, his teasing smile was crushed into fine pieces of light in his eyes.

The airy sound made lightly is two points more coquettish and provocative than usual:

"Is that how the word yan is written?"

"I kind of forgot, can you teach me?"