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"Brother Yu, look at this question." Wen Yu pushed the draft paper in front of him, with a sad expression on his face: "I've counted three times, but it still doesn't match the answer."

Wen Yu took the question, but his eyes were on him.

Full earlobes, a slender neck, a slightly inward neck when breathing, and a raised arc of Adam's apple.

Wen Yu was still struggling with the tricky clues on the question, and lay down in his direction, as soft as a small animal.

"You've written to the second page... that's amazing."

The young man pursed his lips, picked up a pen and simply circled a few numbers, and then wrote a short calculation next to the parabola.

"Oh, it turns out that—"

Evening self-study has always been an occasion for students to whisper.

Anyway, the teacher was not there, and a few bold girls had gathered in a circle, taking out magazines to share the latest trends of star groups.

Some people sat in the back and watched carefully, reading comic books quietly with a large textbook.

Wen Yu said goodbye to the beginning, as if returning to the state of concentrating on the problem.

The dryness and heat in the chest lingered, and the heart seemed to be scratched lightly, which made people's breathing unsteady.

He hasn't been quite right all this time.

Wen Yu withdrew to his seat, sat upright and continued to do his homework, occasionally humming a few nonsense songs.

Most of those ditties are irregular and come from a whim.But...it can perfectly bring out the warm and melancholy tone.

Mixed with the sloppy, clear and clear voice of a teenager, occasionally two basses are played when the writing is unhappy.

Wen Yu unbuttoned the collar shirt, only feeling that the weather has become a little too hot recently.

It was hard for him not to find that his full attention was beginning to be pulled by someone.

Irrational, illogical, with a touch of lust.

"Brother Yu, you've been ignoring me recently." Wen Yu finally turned the page, and used a ballpoint pen to black out the lamb in the illustration in the corner of the homework.

"Earlier, he even invited me to come home from school together, but now he doesn't take me to dinner."

He didn't bother to think about how much homework he still had to finish, and concentrated on drawing the sharp horns for the lamb.

"I went to play with Brother Sen. You used to go too, but now no one can see you."

"Nothing."

Wen Yu took a deep breath for a second to suppress the strange feeling.

"Concentrate on the problem, don't talk."

Wen Yu responded in a low voice, lying on his stomach in a daze, seemingly sleeping but not sleeping.

But even if Wen Yu didn't speak, it seemed that he was trying to seduce something.

Wen Yu finished another page of mathematics, took out his grammar homework, and seemed to glance at him inadvertently.

There is a gradually covered shoulder line behind the neck, which is bright and fair.

Wen Yu had caught a cold and had a fever before, she was a little thin and ugly, and sometimes she was sleepy in class.

He didn't feel good after laying down for a while, as if he was hit by a table.

Wen Yu held his breath for a few seconds and lowered his voice.

"uncomfortable?"

Wen Yu opened his eyes and shook his head.

"Just a little sleepy."

The boy showed a jerky and embarrassing expression, and patted his leg lightly.

Wen Yu will think I'm crazy.

While thinking this way, he called him in a restrained tone that seemed indifferent.

"No, come and sleep."

Like a hunter showing great patience.

Wen Yu blinked, and whispered: "You really want me to lie down?"

Wen Yu glanced around. Everyone was playing their own games. Although they were sitting in the first row, they were leaning against the wall at the far side, and no one would pay attention.

Wen Yu hesitated a little, but the smell of her deskmate was really nice.

It's hard for him to use floral, fruity, forest woody, or any kind of adjectives for it.

Between a boy and a man, with a mellow and low-key masculinity, if you get closer, you will be poisoned.

Looking into Wen Yu's eyes, he suddenly felt less sleepy.

Originally, I was still a little half awake and half confused, but now that I received such an invitation, I just felt that my breathing was quietly quickening.

"Don't move." Wen Yu lowered his voice, found an arc, and slipped quietly from his arms, pillowed on his lap and closed his eyes.

It seemed to be enveloped and surrounded for a moment, and it seemed to be directly sleeping in his chest.

He originally thought it was as simple as leaning on him, but he really did so, and felt the heartbeat being caught when he fell.

Both the inviter and the respondent fell silent, one quietly worked on the question as if nothing had happened, and the other closed his eyes and breathed lightly.

However, their cheeks were hot and their hearts were warm.

They are making mistakes together, making a mistake that they can't even explain.

No one expected that the head teacher would suddenly come back with a carbine.

It was only after returning home that Teacher Sheng realized that he hadn't brought the key, so he went back to the office in a bit of a state of embarrassment, before leaving to see the classroom where he was halfway through self-study.

It turned out that someone was already playing flying chess, copying homework, and there were a lot of people hooking their shoulders and whispering.

The students in the back row were the first to realize that something was wrong, quickly coughed and passed on the information, and returned to the focused state of homework in the fastest time in their lives.

The crisis signal moved forward layer by layer from the last row, and the effect became weaker and weaker.

Teacher Sheng rushed in with a livid face: "Good guy, good guy——good guy!!"

"Is the evening self-study for fun?! What are the disciplinary committee members doing, stand up for me!!"

His yell made many people startled, and many people hurriedly picked up the debris on the table, for fear of being caught by him.

"People who play chess, those who read magazines, and those who play chess." Teacher Sheng has already remembered a few of them, and his voice was like a thunderbolt: "All of you come to my office tomorrow! Don't force me to call names! "

Wen Yu hastily sat upright now, but she was still watched by Teacher Sheng.

"And the two of you!" He hated iron and steel: "Second year in high school, one sleeps in the evening self-study and the other helps as a pillow. Both of you are cadres in the class. Is this the leader of you?!"

"Others can go home on time, you two stay for me to do the general cleaning, clean up the blackboard, windows, tables, chairs and benches - I know you live close!"

"It's really outrageous!"

This incident affected the whole class like an earthquake, and the others couldn't pay attention to the details, and when the time came, they all ran away in embarrassment with their schoolbags.

Before leaving, Teacher Sheng scolded Wen Yu again: "Don't look at Wen Yu's grades in several subjects now, just spoil him like this!"

"I don't care if it's appropriate! You're hurting him, do you know that!"

Wen Yu bowed his head and admitted his mistake, without a single excuse.

Wen Yu murmured: "I finished my homework..."

"You can preview after you finish writing! You can review! You can check for omissions and make up for gaps!" Teacher Sheng patted the podium heavily: "You two are a joint foul. Clean the classroom together before leaving!"

When the teacher left, the classroom was empty, leaving only the two of them.

Upstairs, the third-year students are still reviewing, and the downstairs is full of noisy sounds after school, like the end of a carnival, with a sense of joy.

Wen Yu didn't expect that Wen Yu would be trained like this, so he carried his schoolbag to the podium, and picked up the broom with a little helplessness.

There are forty or fifty people in the class, and it takes a lot of work just to line up the tables in the same row.

"I'm the one who hurt you, you go home first, I'll come here."

Wen Yu was still packing her pencil case, expressionless.

"It doesn't matter."

He was still restraining his emotions, and it seemed that everything didn't matter.

"We'll set the table a lot faster together."

Wen Yu walked towards him quickly, wanting to help carry the schoolbag to the podium so that the table can be set later.

"You are too used to me," he said in a low voice, "I didn't expect..."

Wen Yu suddenly grabbed his wrist and didn't let him take away his schoolbag.

"I did it on purpose."

Wen Yu was stunned for a second: "What?"

Wen Yu stared at him fixedly, her voice burning.

"Wen Yu, I did it on purpose."

He never thought that he would have such contact and temptation with the same sex.

But right now, he's doing it.

Ignoring all risks and humiliation, I insisted on pushing the window paper to almost transparent in front of the other party.

Wen Yu was grabbed by his wrist and couldn't move. He bit his lower lip and didn't know what to say.

His mind was in chaos, as if his secret had been caught by the other party.

Wen Yu sighed, pulled him by the wrist and brought him towards her, and kissed him.

Their lips are dry and soft, and their masculine breath is intertwined.

Wen Yu was so kissed that he trembled unconsciously, and instinctively stretched out his hand to push away, but he was kissed even more irresistibly.

In matters of love//, they all understand tacitly that gentle rejection is also the temptation itself.

The boy had never kissed anyone before, and at this moment he only tasted everything that tempted him by intuition.

The lips slide over the curvature and lines, licking and pulling, confrontation and entanglement.

He felt that this was not enough, so he simply put the latter down on the desk to kiss deeper.

Wen Yu's breathing seemed to be controlled and drawn, panting for oxygen in the gap between kisses.

He was pressed on the table until his throat was scorching hot, and his neck and back felt a little sore.

But in my heart, I feel absurdly, it should be like this.

Wen Yu was originally such a person.

On weekdays, it hides very well, quietly, as if it has no fangs or teeth.

But Wen Yu always felt that Wen Yu at this moment was the most real side.

Greedy and controlling, sexy as hell.

"Stop kissing," he begged for mercy in a low voice: "I'll kiss you again tomorrow, okay, just a few times."

Wen Yu returned rationally at this moment, and took a step back to help him up.

"……sorry."

Wen Yu shook his head quickly, wiped the corner of his lower lip with the back of his hand, his pupils were moist like mist.

"Are you afraid of me?" The boy looked at him with a bitter voice.

I also don't know why this is happening.

I want to be close and snuggle all the time.

He couldn't help but draw closer again, nose touching nose, lips touching lips again.

"Will you like me, Wen Yu?"

Wen Yu was itchy slightly from being rubbed, subconsciously embraced his neck, and realized that it was too intimate.

Wen Yu let him embrace him like this, pressed her cheek against the side of his neck as if being pampered, and kissed him lightly.

The boy put his lips close to his ears, and said softly, "I like it."

"I've always been afraid of you, but I'm afraid and like you at the same time."

"Brother Yu, kiss me again, let's go wipe the blackboard."