suppress his susceptibility period

The winter vacation for senior high school students is not long, and the holiday is approaching the Chinese New Year. After the Chinese New Year, it is time to talk about the start of school.

So from the end of the exam, Sun Yin has been calling Jiang Huang, several times intermittently, always asking him why he hasn't come home yet.

Jiang vainly thought that if he could spend one day at a time, if he stayed at home for an hour less, he would be less dangerous. After procrastinating for a few days, it turned out that he couldn't procrastinate any longer, so he prepared to pack his things and return home.

His test papers were still in the classroom, and the plan was to set off the next morning and wander back to the classroom after dinner the previous afternoon to sort out his heavy winter vacation homework.

Everyone left, and the whole teaching building was quiet, probably he was the only one there.

Taking the time to count homework is a particularly torturous thing, especially when the number of papers counted in the end is three more than his number.

And all three subjects are mathematics.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is the first major blow in life.

Jiang Lu was irritable and desperate, biting his cheek while thinking about Xiao Jiujiu who was looking for help, while unwillingly smoothing and folding the crumpled test papers that had been squeezed into the drawer by him.

The phone rang, and Chi Wei sent him a chat record, in which he and a girl whose profile picture was a q version of a little sheep called each other's husband and wife a nasty conversation.

Jiang Wang felt that his face and eyes were covered with lard just by looking at it.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he was too lazy to reply, so he turned off WeChat and put his phone back into his pocket.

But the sequelae do not seem to be eradicated.

So much so that Jiang Wang miscalculated the safe distance between the table and the chair when he got up holding the test paper, and forgot that there was a "hidden weapon" on the edge of the table.

With a sudden stop, the inner thighs scraped across the raised corner of the table, and directly scratched the skin through the thin jeans that the cool guy wore handsomely despite the cold.

First, there was just half a second of unconscious numbness.

Half a second later, the sharp pain came, and Jiang Lu's expression turned into an idiot in an instant.

The test paper was slapped back on the table. For a moment, Jiang Lu didn't know whether to cover his face or his wound, squatting on the ground, gasping for breath and wiping tears, his calf trembling slightly due to the pain.

Absolutely.

He thought brokenly, this can be scratched, as expected, he was blindfolded by lard.

It's not good to shave, but...

Come on!It really hurts too much! ! !

I hope that after their exams are over, the cameras in the classroom can also take a break, so that the embarrassing situation of Mai Lisu's throat will not appear last time.

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It is well known that the skin on the inner thighs is delicate and sensitive, so Jiang Wang twitched on the spot for a long time before he managed to endure the most painful burst.

I really wanted to go to the toilet to see how the skin of the crispy chicken was stretched, but thinking that there was no alcohol or ointment in the classroom, it was useless to read it, so I had to give up and limped back with the test paper.

It seems that medicine is prepared in the dormitory, right?

He considered the hardships that might occur when going down the stairs, considered that the cloth of the pants rubbing against the wound might make the wound worse, and even considered that the dormitory might not have ointment and he needed to ask Shen Xiuran to go out and buy it for him, but he just didn't consider the narrowness of Yuanjia Road. possible.

It was still the same tree-lined path at the corner of the commissary, under the same sun, Jiang Lu met love again at the corner of his mua.

The ball-addicted teenager Xie Feng just got off the court, he is skillfully bouncing the basketball in his hand, and he is accompanied by a cheerful little yellow-haired follower.

"It's really beautiful." Huang Mao shook his head and sighed while holding the phone: "This small face, these big eyes, this high nose bridge..."

"What the hell?" Xie Feng couldn't take it anymore: "What the hell are you watching, can you stop being like a stinky hooligan who ate a fart?"

"Brother Feng, you can't say that. The yearning for beauty is common to all human beings. How did I become a rogue?"

Huang Mao said it logically: "I'm not playing hooligans, I'm just admiring the existence of a kind of beauty."

"...Did you pass the Chinese final exam?"

"Hey, Brother Feng, how do you know?"

"The sour smell of decay is about to overwhelm your pheromone." Xie Feng rolled his eyes: "Show me, what is it?"

"It's not a thing, it's a beauty!"

Huang Mao handed over the phone without hesitation, and by the way, he also leaned over to give him Amway with great interest: "It's a boy group that came out recently. My sister showed it to me. I was interested in it at first, but this little boy o When I come out, I am astonished as a celestial being!"

He pointed to the most eye-catching person in the middle of the group photo of eight people: "That's him, Brother Feng, don't you think he looks super good-looking?!"

"Does it look good?" Xie Feng expressed the doubts of straight man A's true feelings: "Isn't it just like that?"

"Isn't that just like that?!" Huang Mao couldn't believe his little ears: "Look at these eyes, how beautiful!"

Xie Feng frowned slightly: "It's not as beautiful as that kid Jiang Wan."

"Look at this face, how exquisite and small!"

"It's bigger than Jiang Wang's face."

"The bridge of this nose is so straight that it can be called the Himalayas in the nose!"

"The nose is too big, it's not as good as Jiang Huang."

"Then, then he is white! It looks so white that it is about to glow!"

"It's not even white if it's powdered."

"..."

"Jiang Wang still has dimples."

"..."

Huang Mao hissed, as if something was wrong: "Brother Feng, why don't you keep talking about Jiang Wang? It's only been less than a week since the holiday, and you already miss him that much?"

Xie Feng choked.

That's right, why is he mentioning Jiang Huang? It's none of his business whether he looks good or not.

Thinking of this, his brows furrowed even tighter.

Huang Mao looked at him suspiciously with squinted eyes, looked back and forth on his face for several times, and suddenly realized the realization and dragged his voice: "Oh, I see! Brother Feng, are you..."

"What is it! It's not!"

Xie Feng instinctively felt that what he said must not be what he wanted to hear, so he interrupted him in a frenzied voice, "I'll just state the facts, don't fuck me here and let me think about it!"

Huang Mao was puzzled and said: "I'm not thinking wildly, I just want to say that Brother Feng, you didn't have a fight with Jiang Wang, so you can't let go of it all the time. Is this also thinking wildly?"

Oh.

"...not counting."

"That's it, so Brother Feng, why are you planning to fight Jiang Lu this time, everyone is waiting."

"I don't know." Xie Feng walked away in a muffled voice.

"Let me help you pick an auspicious day, otherwise how about starting next semester?"

"It's not good, let's talk about it after school starts."

"Again, Brother Feng, you've been dragging on. Everyone says you're too scared to beat—Jiang Lu?"

The last two words have clearly changed their pitch.

Really said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Xie Feng raised his head and met Jiang Lu who was holding a stack of exercise books and test papers.

"Sure enough, you can't tell people behind their backs." Huang Mao muttered in a low voice.

With Xie Feng himself, there is no need for him to force himself to stand out, so he moved to Xie Feng's back in small steps very wittily.

Xie Feng's eyes collided with Jiang Lu, and then quickly swept across his pale face: "Hey, why do you look like you are dying every time?"

Jiang Lu continued to yawn back to him: "None of your business."

"Jiang Wang, I'll talk to you carefully, can you be more polite?"

Xie Feng was inexplicably unable to stand the way the other party stood up every time he saw him: "Your face is as white as a dead person, are you feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, don't."

Jiang Lu quickly gave the answer, emphasizing by the way: "I'm tired of saying the words "ice muscle and jade bone". Are you just jealous of me and can't listen to me no matter how many times I say it."

"..."

Speechless.

The corners of Xie Feng's eyes twitched as he stared at Jiang Huanyuan's back, he didn't know if he was talking to himself or said to Huang Mao: "This is actually an idiot, right?"

Huang Mao was thoughtful: "Comparing this, Jiang Lu seems to be prettier than little boy O."

"You said that everyone is human, how can he owe it to this extent?"

"And I don't know why, but I think Jiang Wang looks better than him."

"You still have icy muscles and bones, why didn't he just say that he is a god?"

"I want to show my sister Jiang Lu, will she stop chasing stars... Hiss!"

Huang Mao hugged his head in pain: "Brother Feng, why are you hitting me?"

Xie Feng: "What am I talking about, what are you talking about? It's so beautiful, why don't you just catch up and look at it?"

"Isn't that what you just said?"

"What did I say?!"

Xie Feng turned around violently: "Fuck, hurry up."

Huangmao: "...Oh."

He walked briskly for a while with a dark face and suddenly stopped.

Huangmao: "?"

Xie Feng: "Could this idiot really have icy muscles and bones?"

Yellow Hair: "..."

Brother, why do you still have two faces? ? ?

Jiang Jushi held on until he entered the door of the dormitory and withered.

It hurts.

The legendary nonsense is nothing more than that.

Going up the stairs was even more difficult than going down the stairs. After climbing only three floors, there was a layer of sweat on the forehead and back.

So I turned on the air conditioner in the dormitory for the first time, and took a shower while looking at the wound.

Well, he is not qualified to teach Shen Xiuran to be ignorant, their dormitory may have this feng shui, regardless of whether they are injured or not, they can touch the water or not, they just want to take a shower when they enter the bathroom.

The injury was a bit embarrassing, he was the only one in the dormitory, for the convenience of taking the medicine, Jiang Huang simply skipped the step of putting on his pants, put on his pajamas, and quickly slipped back into the bathroom.

Passing by the balcony, he inevitably shivered from the cold. Fortunately, he had the foresight to turn on the air conditioner in advance.

The wound is not serious, nor is it mild, and the main part is sensitive, which doubles the pain.

The crispy chicken dug out the hydrogen peroxide and medicine left over from the last time it was bandaged by Shen Xiuran and put it on the table, pitifully retracted into the stool, put one leg on the stool, and began to think about where to start.

When it happened to someone else, I handled it in an orderly manner, but when it was my turn, I didn’t feel comfortable in any posture. I knew it wouldn’t hurt to apply hydrogen peroxide, but I still couldn’t control my hand trembling when I touched it with a cotton swab.

Take it lightly, and you'll be fine.

Only then did Jiang Wang realize that if he is real, he can also be described as precious, or squeamish.

If you touch it lightly, you have to take two breaths quickly, touch it once, and breathe out two breaths.

Single-minded, single-minded, dedicated.

So when the sound of pushing the door suddenly sounded, he couldn't help shaking his hands in shock, and the cotton swab pressed on the wound felt an unbearable sting.

"hiss!"

It hurts!

Jiang Lu took a deep breath, bumped his head on the table.

He didn't notice the sound of approaching footsteps until the light in front of him dimmed, Jiang Wang raised his head with a wrinkled face, and met Shen Xiuran's condescending gaze.

"..."

Fortunately, he still knows that his current clothes and posture are not suitable for meeting people. Jiang Mengnan was a little shy, and silently pulled up the hem of his clothes to try to cover the heels of his legs, and tried to shift the focus in a nonchalant tone: "Good evening, monitor, don't you have something to go out? Why did you come back so early?"

Shen Xiuran: "Eight o'clock, it's getting late."

Jiang Lu groaned, and quickly thought about what he should do now, should he calm down and continue taking the medicine, or pretend nothing happened, put on his pants and go to bed?

This sudden melancholy.

Life is so wonderful, but if he scratches a little lower, he won't be so embarrassed.

...Forget it, it's almost cleaned up anyway, the medicine is a bit irritating, it doesn't matter if it doesn't go up or not.

Throwing away the cotton swabs and clapping his hands, Jiang Wang wanted to quickly feel for his pants and put them on, but unexpectedly he lowered his legs, an arm passed through the bend of his legs faster, and at the same time his back was dragged, and his body flew into the air.

"...?"

Suddenly being picked up from the seat, Jiang Huang looked up at Shen Xiuran in a daze, and asked a silly question: "Why are you so thoughtful all of a sudden?"

The distance from the seat to the bed is less than five steps, do you still need a hug?

Shen Xiuran put him on the bed, put his hands on his sides and didn't get up in a hurry, his eyes swept over the wound: "How did you do it?"

It's so embarrassing.

Jiang Wang awkwardly wanted to bend his legs to block it: "I accidentally scratched it when I was packing things in the classroom. It's actually okay, it's not serious, and the scar will form in a few days."

Shen Xiuran glanced at him indifferently, freed a hand to hold his knee, Jiang Wujue's gaze changed from invisible to tangible, scanning the injured, red and swollen area of ​​his inner thigh inch by inch.

Ears start to feel hot.

Jiang Lu's eyes flashed quickly: "It's all right, I've cleaned everything, why don't you get up first? I want to wear some pants..."

"No medicine, what pants to wear."

Shen Xiuran let go of him, stepped back and stood up beside the bed.

Jiang Huang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this was the end, and just about to slip out of bed to get his pants, his considerate roommate turned around and came back with the ointment.

"!"

This is the rhythm of helping him take medicine?

Jiang Lu's eyes widened in shock, and his whole body refused: "Squad leader, don't be so considerate, really."

While talking, he pulled the quilt to cover his legs.

"Don't move."

Shen Xiuran avoided his wrists, sat on the edge of the bed and repeated his tricks to hold his knees, so that his body was stuck between his legs.

Jiang Lu didn't know why he felt so awkward and strange, and his heart rate continued to accelerate as time went by.

Especially when he changed the hand holding his knee from the outside to a little below the wounded side of his thigh and leaned closer to help him apply the medicine, he jumped faster.

The palms of the hands supporting the bed began to tingle, and the mouth was inexplicably dry.

Too close, he thought vaguely.

So close that he could feel his warm breath on the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.

Also, the temperature of Shen Xiuran's hands is so low, especially compared to him, it's as if his blood is on fire.

As far as the eye could see, the skin gradually turned from cold white to pink, and Shen Xiuran's eyes darkened unconsciously.

Looking up, the injured and stubborn young man was staring at him nervously. When he saw him looking over, he immediately moved away his bewildered eyes, flickering and flickering around.

The sheets were crumpled under his palms.

The dormitory was very quiet, no one spoke, and the time passed very slowly, it seemed that the seconds could be heard ticking and moving.

Jiang Wujue couldn't do this.

It was so strange that he broke this strange quiet atmosphere.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he quickly organized the language in his head, and stated it in a hoarse to slightly trembling voice.

"Squad leader, I want to tell you something interesting."

"Ah."

"When I was in junior high school, I had a pen pal. His handwriting was ugly, but he said he was an international friend from South Africa and was learning Chinese, so he wanted to make friends with me. I thought it would be good for me to practice English, so I agreed. .”

The rhythm of Jiang Wang's blinking is very chaotic, and the speed of speaking is also very chaotic. He insisted on continuing to beep firmly: "He has been communicating with me in Chinese. I think his handwriting is really ugly, and I am embarrassed to ask him to switch languages. , I plan to discuss it with him when his handwriting improves and looks better."

"I didn't think about it for two years. Not only did his handwriting fail to improve, but I also discovered that he was not an international friend at all, but a fifth grade student in the elementary school next door to my school at that time."

"It's too bad, let's forget about the ugly words, and cheating my feelings, wasting my time, is simply challenging my bottom line of patience, so do you know how I taught him a lesson in the end?"

"how."

"I found a way to break into the parent group of their class, found his mother and added him as a friend, and told his mother that he had a puppy love at school when he was young—"

The rapid-fire voice disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The sudden silence in the ears made people feel uncomfortable, Shen Xiuran looked up at him: "Why don't you say anything."

Jiang Wang stared closely at his little finger that had barely brushed the skin next to his wound just now, the corners of his mouth were pursed straight, and the breathing rhythm he was trying to maintain finally became chaotic.

Shen Xiuran frowned: "It hurts?"

Jiang Wang didn't hear what he asked at all, but just recognized the questioning tone, and nodded indiscriminately.

In the next second, Shen Xiuran exhaled lightly, and the cool breath sprayed around the wound, causing trembling everywhere.

Jiang Lu suffocated for breath, this time not only his knuckles were hardened, but even his toes were curled up tightly.