The male god taught me to attack him

Jiang Putao couldn't calm down throughout the lunch break. Ever since he got the strategy app, Feng Yu didn't give him any favorability points, and even gave him a terrible score of -100 points at the beginning.

He originally thought that the task this time would be the same as before, and he would add a few points, but he didn't expect to add 33 points at once!

The current score is -60. Although it is still a negative number, it is only a minus sign away from passing!Rounding up is a pass!

Jiang Putao self-hypnotized, excited, clicked on the app while the iron was hot, and pressed "random strategy task", her fingertips were trembling.

The task popped up soon, and it was still the task that made Jiang Putao blush and heartbeat: stare at the male god for 3 minutes.

Jiang Putao looked carefully, it was 3 minutes, not 30 seconds.

It is difficult for him to complete it in 30 seconds, let alone 3 minutes!

The excitement in Jiang Putao's heart gradually calmed down, and she quietly looked at Feng Yu beside her.

One month forward, he never dared to think that he and Feng Yu would be at the same table, so close every day.

Jiang Putao looked at the time. It was not long before the end of the lunch break. He quietly lay beside Feng Yu, thinking that he might be able to complete the task of staring at each other for 3 minutes when Feng Yu just woke up and was still dazed.

In order to meet each other smoothly, Jiang Putao carefully pulled the chair and squeezed towards Feng Yu, lying beside him, staring at Feng Yu's hair all the time.

Feng Yu opened his eyes, took out his mobile phone under the table with one hand, clicked on the app and looked at it, and understood Jiang Putao's purpose.

He closed his eyes, turned around to face Jiang Putao lying on the table, and obviously felt Jiang Putao's breathing paused.

Jiang Putao thought Feng Yu had woken up, and held her breath waiting for Feng Yu to open his eyes, but Feng Yu just turned around.

He looked at Feng Yu who was close at hand, quietly raised his fingertips, and traced Feng Yu's facial features with a little distance.

Slowly moving her fingertips in the air, she carved Feng Yu's face into Jiang Putao's heart.

Jiang Putao was a little dazed and didn't notice that Feng Yu's eyelashes were trembling.

The next moment, Feng Yu slowly opened his eyes and held Jiang Putao's fingertips.

Jiang Putao's heart trembled, she turned her head subconsciously, avoiding Feng Yu's gaze, and then thought of the task he had just drawn, she turned back abruptly, forcing herself to look at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was facing the window, the midday sun was dazzling, his eyelids were half closed, and his eyes were fixed on Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao's finger was still being held by Feng Yu, and he pulled it back helplessly, but Feng Yu pulled it back forcefully.

Feng Yu had already sat up, not sitting up straight lazily, propping his chin with one hand, holding Jiang Putao's fingers with the other, looking at him lightly with emerald green eyes.

"Ginger Grape, what are you doing?"

Jiang Putao was pulled closer by Feng Yu, leaning forward, her upper body almost lying on Feng Yu's table.

He looked into Feng Yu's eyes, counted silently in his heart, and was distracted by how to answer Feng Yu.

"Just, just... have a look."

"Look at what? Are you looking at me?" Feng Yu was also looking at Jiang Putao, at his naturally bright red lips, his fleshy lips, at his slightly curved nose bridge, and finally at Jiang Putao's eyes.

It was black and bright, clear and clean, Feng Yu and Jiang Putao looked at each other, slowly propped up his body, and approached Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao blinked her eyes, and the sound of her heartbeat almost rang in her ears. He had already forgotten how long the time had passed, and he counted it silently, only knowing that he kept leaning back when Feng Yu approached.

Feng Yu looked into Jiang Putao's eyes, and his expression changed from laziness to concentration. It was a kind of enjoyment to be looked at by Jiang Putao's pure eyes.

Jiang Putao screamed frantically in his heart, warning himself to calm down and persevere, he kept leaning back, leaning his back against the window sill, looked at Feng Yu who was still approaching, and finally closed his eyes.

Feng Yu saw Jiang Putao tilting his head slightly, his eyelashes were trembling, and even his lips were trembling. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he finally let go of Jiang Putao's fingers.

This grape is too stupid, Feng Yu deliberately gave him the opportunity to complete the task, but he timidly closed his eyes.

The smile on Feng Yu's lips was a bit nasty, he was still approaching Jiang Putao, his movements were slow and he could not refuse.

Jiang Putao's back was leaning against the window sill, and there were dead ends on both sides. He had no choice but to freeze in place.

Feng Yu's breath was getting closer and closer, gently blowing over Jiang Putao's lips.

Lu Sirou and Li Xin who were sitting in the front row of Feng Yu and Jiang Putao had already returned. Seeing Feng Yu and Jiang Putao who were almost stuck together, they exchanged glances and carefully returned to their seats.

Jiang Putao didn't know anything, and while he spurned himself in his heart, he mustered up the courage to open his eyes.Feng Yu was right in front of him, tilting his head slightly, maintaining a posture that could kiss him at any time.

Jiang Putao couldn't help looking down at Feng Yu's lips, and then forced himself to look at Feng Yu's eyes. At a very close distance, he could see himself in those green eyes that were as deep as the sea.

"Feng Yu..."

He called Feng Yu's name softly, and he didn't know why he did it, as if he subconsciously asked for help when he was in a panic, but the person he asked for help was the bad guy who played tricks on him.

It is also like a small animal that has fallen into a trap, whining and whining to the hunter standing by the trap waiting to be caught, innocent and cute.

Jiang Putao's heartbeat continued to intensify, and he wanted to pat his chest to relieve the rapid heartbeat, but just as he raised his arm, he touched Feng Yu.

Feng Yu was too close to him, so close that no slight movement of his could escape Feng Yu's eyes.

Seeing Feng Yu looking at his hand, the two of them stopped looking at each other halfway, Jiang Putao didn't care about completing the task, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Yu's gaze was so oppressive that Jiang Putao took every breath carefully.

It's not that he's afraid, he's just nervous. The high school entrance examination has never made him so nervous.

Jiang Putao hadn't finished breathing yet, Feng Yu looked back again, and the deep green sea wrapped him up in an instant.

Jiang Putao closed her slightly parted lips tightly, unconsciously began to hold her breath, and slightly opened her eyes to look at Feng Yu.

Feng Yu moved his eyes down and landed on Jiang Putuo's tightly closed lips. After watching for a few seconds, he bent his fingertips and lifted Jiang Putuo's chin, with a playful voice:

"Not breathing?"

Jiang Putao pressed her lips tightly, and her fleshy lips were squeezed in the center of her lips, making her more red.

He shook his head, and shook his head again, not knowing what to express.

Lu Sirou in the front row looked back secretly, her cheeks flushed, and Li Xin grabbed her neck and dragged her back.

Jiang Putao couldn't hold her breath anymore, her cheeks were blushing, whether it was from embarrassment or lack of oxygen.

He looked at Feng Yu who had no intention of retreating at all, his hypoxic brain was muddled, and he raised his hands to hook Feng Yu's neck as if begging for mercy.

Jiang Putao is very similar to his mother. His mother is a stickler who likes to stick to his father almost every day.

He also likes to post, and wants to post Feng Yu even more, but he dare not.

At this moment, he was so teased by Feng Yu that his brain was confused, he hugged him subconsciously, and pressed himself into Feng Yu's arms, finally opened his mouth, greedily sucking in fresh air.

Feng Yu felt Jiang Putao's chest rising and falling, and lowered his chin to rub Jiang Putao's soft and slightly curly hair. The touch of the hair was like a silent teasing, which was not obvious and difficult to ignore.

Jiang Putao gasped for breath and came back rationally. The hands holding Feng Yu's neck began to weaken, and even her waist became weak. She clearly wanted to leave, but her body became weaker and she fell into Feng Yu's arms.

Feng Yu's hands were hanging by his sides. He didn't expect Jiang Putao to hug her suddenly. This wasn't the first time he had physical contact with Jiang Putao, but he somehow felt repelled.

Obviously when they met for the first time, Feng Yu didn't even want Jiang Putao to get close to him.

When the class bell rang, Jiang Putuo instantly returned to her senses, sat up straight suddenly, did not dare to look at Feng Yu, picked up things on the table with both hands, and tossed a few papers back and forth.

During the long ringing of the bell, Feng Yu kept staring at Jiang Putao.

He didn't ask why Jiang Putao hugged him suddenly, nor what Jiang Putao did when he closed his eyes, but turned around and opened the book to prepare for the lecture.

Compared with Jiang Putao, who was so nervous that he didn't know how to move his hands and feet, Feng Yu seemed as if nothing had happened.

After 10 minutes of class, Jiang Putao slowly calmed down amidst the teacher's lecture.

When he recalled the previous details, his memory seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, everything was blurred, only Feng Yu's jewel-like green eyes and the breath blowing on his lips were vivid.

Jiang Putao tore off a post-it note, thinking about the 33 points she just added today and the task of the strategy app, wrote a sentence and pushed it to Feng Yu.

He wrote:

Feng Yu, can you go out with me at dinner time?

Jiang Putao thought it over, and he planned to use the opportunity of talking with Feng Yu to complete this task.

He was too nervous in the classroom, he wanted to talk with Feng Yu elsewhere.

As for the content of the conversation... just thank Feng Yu for teaching him his homework, Feng Yu should not doubt it.

When people are communicating, they usually look into each other's eyes. As long as he prolongs the conversation, the 3-minute staring should be within reach.

Jiang Putao mistakenly attributed her nervousness to the presence of other students in the classroom.Feng Yu was well aware of Jiang Putao's tricks, so he wrote down:

it is good.

In order to ease the tension, Jiang Putao didn't even eat with Feng Yu at dinner time.

He had eaten in a hurry, and just as he was about to send Feng Yu a WeChat message, Feng Yu's WeChat message popped up.

Feng Yu: Abandoned teaching building, come here.

Jiang Putao looked at the dark abandoned teaching building located in the corner of the campus, and wondered why Feng Yu chose to be there, forget about it during the day, but at night there is no electricity, it's pitch black, no matter how scary you think...

But the goodwill of completing the task still attracted Jiang Putao to walk over. He stood outside the dark teaching building, cheered himself up several times, turned on the flashlight on his phone, and pushed open the door of the teaching building.

The door squeaked, and just as Jiang Putao walked in, his wrist was pulled hard, his body fell to one side, the phone fell to the ground, and the light only shone on his legs.

In the darkness, someone pushed Jiang Putao to the wall, tightly suppressed him, gently held his neck with one hand, and pressed his thumb on his artery.

Jiang Putao was so frightened that he almost fainted. He felt the cool palm on his neck, sniffed the sharp breath from the tip of his nose, and recognized the person who suppressed him in the darkness.

Feng Yu moved closer to Jiang Putuo, as if intending to see his expression clearly in the dark.

He rubbed his thumb against Jiang Putao's artery little by little, took control of his life, pressed his voice against Jiang Putao's ear, and said slowly:

"Are you afraid? I can kill you at any time."

Jiang Putao's fear dissipated as soon as she found out that the person who came was Feng Yu, leaving only the fear of the dark.

He raised his hand and gently held Feng Yu's hand that was pinching his neck. The strategy novels he had read were spinning in his mind, and his thoughts rushed to a high speed in an instant.

His body gradually became weak, and his fingertips lightly brushed the inside of Feng Yu's wrist, and asked in a low voice:

"Now, now?"

in school?So exciting!