Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu thought about it, but his thinking was reasonable and reasonable.

After the third class meeting tomorrow afternoon, they all have to wear skirts, so they can be seen no matter what.

Fu Cizhou couldn't pass this hurdle, he always had some psychological barriers, lying in bed at night thinking and feeling depressed, he couldn't help sending messages to their small group of four.

Zhu Yu was tossing out his pink bow, and when the phone screen on the table lit up, he took it to look at it.

Young Master: You don’t really wear them, do you?

Zhu Yu was the first to respond, and there was some unknowing joy in between the lines.

Zhu Yu: It's quite appropriate #shy

There is a tie behind the bow, which should be tied under the collar.

Zhu Yu tied it again by himself and put it back in his pocket when he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

Old Wang: Damn it, are you really wearing it?

Chenchen: I am relieved knowing that I am not the only one wearing it.

Zhu Yu was so happy that he held his phone and laughed for a long time.

He didn't actually try it, he just lied to Fu Cizhou for fun, but he didn't expect to blow up Xu Chen.

Swipe your finger across the screen and click on the class group.

This is the time when everyone has nothing to do after eating and before going to bed. In the group, you and I are talking about tomorrow's party, and it is very lively.

Zhu Yu collected several dog-head emoticons, and then resent them to Fu Cizhou.

Master:?

Fish: Does this dog look like you?

Master:? ? ?

After successfully making Fu Cizhou less happy, Zhu Yu seemed to be much happier again.

In the living room, Zhu Qin reminded Zhu Yu every day before entering the room, Zhu Yu responded, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

The next day he woke up again at a pinch, and the stationery stores around the school were decorated with red and green Christmas decorations and big bells.

I met Fu Cizhou on the way, and was chased halfway through the school by the other party, and finally pinched the back of the neck and pushed him into the class.

The student on duty dragging the floor in the corridor saw them coming and going, so he straightened up and let them walk aside.

"Okay," Zhu Yu pushed Fu Cizhou against the wall, "By the side, by the side..."

In winter, it dawns late, and it doesn't get bright until it is ready for zero sound.

The air in the morning was cold and dry, and the white mist was exhaled into the nasal cavity, and the nose was itchy after a while.

Zhu Yu rubbed his nose, and recited "The spring silkworms will not die until the silkworms die" together with the class.

"You've had a cold for a month." Fu Cizhou pushed his head and rubbed his hair by the way.

Zhu Yu's hair was very soft, slipping through his fingertips, feeling chilly.

"I also think about it..." Zhu Yu squeezed his nose and said weakly, "This is what makes illnesses come and go like a mountain..."

Zhu Yu had another day of "spinning", and the weather turned cloudy in the afternoon, and there seemed to be signs of rain.

"It's raining and snowing tonight." Wang Ying saw Mr. Zhu Yu staring out the window, and said casually.

Zhu Yu withdrew his gaze and asked him with a smile, "Have you brought an umbrella?"

"Shouldn't you be able to take it off after school?" Wang Ying scratched his hair, "My mother didn't let me take it."

Although the weather is not good, it does not affect the lively atmosphere in the class.

In the first two classes in the afternoon, almost no one listened, and everyone was talking about the upcoming party and the custom-made costumes of classes three and five.

Zhu Yu thought of Chu Yao, and it just passed through his mind.

Fu Cizhou looked at Zhu Yu and cast his eyes out of the window again, without Wang Ying's interruption, it continued until the end of the class meeting.

What is he looking at?Fu Cizhou couldn't help thinking.

The class meeting was said to be over, but in fact it was not attended at all.

The 17-year-old boys and girls couldn't hide things in their eyes, and one or two couldn't sit still like nails growing in their buttocks.

Lao Chen briefly summed up his recent study progress, and explained the things that need to be paid attention to during the party, and immediately let him go.

The students happily rushed to the venue with their costumes. The scene was just like the monkey grandson who ran to greet Monkey King when Monkey King returned to Huaguo Mountain.

Fu Cizhou sat on the seat for a while, and finally put the clothes on the table awkwardly: "Fuck, I will never wear them."

The boys in the class went from resisting at the beginning to accepting slowly, and some even had such a slight expectation.

Boys at this age can rub their arms and girls' arms together for a long time.

Things like skirts are like sacred objects hanging on the altar, and they always feel sacred and inviolable.

Things don't seem so unacceptable if everyone acts as a buffoon collectively.

Especially for someone like Zhu Yu who has a big heart, curiosity overcomes everything, and he doesn't have the idol baggage that a handsome guy should have.

Fu Cizhou went to the toilet with an excuse, and returned to the classroom after almost half an hour of ink stains.

The classrooms were empty, presumably they were all in lecture theaters.

Fu Cizhou pursed his lips, and finally put on his XL skirt, and succumbed to the party that made him unable to complain.

There is an air conditioner in the lecture theater, and the temperature is very high. Fu Cizhou started to get hot soon after he entered.

The venue is very large. In addition to a big stage, there is also an open space deliberately removed. The students who changed their clothes gathered together in twos and threes to talk. girl.

Either three classes or five classes.

He strode towards the backstage, and just as he pushed open the door of the boys' changing room, he was startled by a burst of earth-shattering laughter.

The sound of "Fuck" came one after another with joyful sarcasm, the familiar voice and the familiar back, but what was unfamiliar was the pair of rough thighs with hairy legs.

"Oh——" Wang Ying let out a scream, as if he had been severely punished.

Three or four people supported his upper body, and Zhu Yu squatted beside his legs, looking at the hair removal sticker in his hand.

"Wow..." He sighed, "It's really stuck."

Fu Cizhou's scalp tightened, thinking, is it necessary to play so big?

It also removes hair, can this thing be torn off from the skin without a few hairs?

Just when he was about to take a step forward to save Wang Ying from the fire and water, Zhu Yu suddenly stood up.

"Let's forget it," Zhu Yu rolled up the stickers and threw them into the trash can, "This stuff is not very good for the skin."

Fu Cizhou's footsteps stopped suddenly.

"We are different," Wang Ying said angrily, clutching his newly plucked calf, "Why don't you have hair?!"

"I have it too." Zhu Yu raised his leg, and Gao Bang's black canvas shoes were placed on the crossbar under the stool. "Look, it's just a little pale."

Fu Cizhou's gaze slid down Zhu Yu's arms, and finally stopped on those white and straight legs.

Although he mocked Yu Yu for being short every day, he knew in his heart that he was not at all.

Zhu Yu is not short, and can even be said to be tall.

He was very thin, and when Fu Cizhou strangled him, the boy's bones were broken.

But unexpectedly, Zhu Yu's calves were well-proportioned and slender, not as skinny as Fu Cizhou imagined.

The pink and white pleated skirt hangs on the thighs and gently swings with the movement of the body.

Fu Cizhou thought that Zhu Yu hadn't worn shorts in the summer, but why did it seem like he didn't realize that Zhu Yu's legs were so... so...

There are a lot of adjectives, one after another bounced in Fu Cizhou's mind, and finally left an intuitive and frank low-level adjective.

So... pretty?

Why is a boy so white?

Bai's ankle and leg bones are as delicate as if they were made of white clay.

Just looking at it like this, it's really pretty.

The word "good-looking" stopped in Fu Cizhou's mind for a few seconds, as if it should be taken for granted, and he didn't feel strange.

It wasn't until Zhu Yu turned around and Fu Cizhou met those smiling eyes that he suddenly woke up and looked away in a panic.

"Master, are you ready?" Zhu Yu put his legs down, walked to Fu Cizhou's side with big strides, and patted his little skirt nervously, "Does it look good?"

"Get out." Fu Cizhou gritted his molars, feeling a little hot on his face.

Good-looking fart, they are all men, what's so good-looking.

He muttered in his heart, and his mind was also confused.

So when Zhu Yu asked, "Is my little skirt not good-looking?", Fu Cizhou seemed to be stabbed in the back of the spine, and his whole body exploded with a "swish".

"It's ugly, it's ugly, it's ugly, it's ugly!"

Fu Cizhou spit out this string of words like cursing, the rapid speed of speech and the excitement of emotion frightened the surrounding people.

"Are you okay?" Wang Ying asked cautiously.

"I don't know." Zhu Yu said that he was also confused.

"Is the straight man irritated?" Xu Chen added another word.

Fu Cizhou only felt a burst of evil fire burning from the soles of his feet to the Tianlinggai.

He couldn't rest his eyes anywhere, he glanced at Zhu Yu loosening a collar that was unbuttoned while he was wandering, and immediately his eyes were dark.

He really is a straight man, straight men can't see these things.

Fu Cizhou's brain was congested, he turned around and went straight out of the changing room.

"Aren't you changing your clothes?" Zhu Yu asked behind him.

Fu Cizhou's goose bumps raised his arms: "It's your uncle!"