The male god taught me to attack him

To Feng Yu's house?

OK!

Just as Jiang Putao was about to nod, her neck stiffened.

He can't nod!He is still restraining himself!

Jiang Putao nodded halfway, and turned away bluntly.

He stopped looking at the phone screen, his eyes wandered around the room, and he refused:

"It's too late, don't go."

When Jiang Putao faced Feng Yu, she always lowered her voice subconsciously. This time, she deliberately wanted to make herself look colder, but her voice was flattened, but she seemed a little lacking in confidence.

"It's time for me to sleep, hang up first."

Jiang Putao finished speaking and hung up the video call.

This was the first time he posted Feng Yu's video, Jiang Putao's heart was still beating wildly when looking at the WeChat that had been restored to the conversation list.

He was a little puzzled again, would Feng Yu really like him to be so restrained?Is he acting too cold, stop being self-defeating.

Just when Jiang Putao was suspicious, Feng Yu's WeChat message came.

Feng Yu: Good night.

Jiang Putao stared blankly at the phone, then stood up and jumped on the bed several times.

Feng Yu took the initiative to say goodnight to him!

After Jiang Putao finished dancing, she immediately wanted to say good night.

The word good night actually has a very clichéd interpretation.

According to its pinyin, wanan means I love you and love you.

Jiang Putao's every good night has this meaning, but he also knows that for Feng Yu, good night just means good night.

He typed the word "good night" on the phone page, added a little moon emoji, and hesitated on the send button with his fingertips hanging in the air.

On the other side, Feng Yu looked at the prompt "The other party is typing..." at the top of WeChat, and waited quietly.

Jiang Putao didn't reply to Feng Yu in the end, he put down his phone dejectedly, stuffed it under the pillow, and got into bed.

Obviously, she restrained herself to make Feng Yu like him more, but Jiang Putao couldn't bear it any longer.

Feng Yu didn't get Jiang Putao's good night, so he opened the strategy app and said good night to Jiang Putao again as a system.

This time Jiang Grape replied, but did not reply good night.

Jiang Putao: Mr. System, Feng Yu took the initiative to say goodnight to me!

Feng Yu could feel Jiang Putao's emotion of wanting to show off in those ordinary words.

He glanced at the criminal law code that was pushed away again. It was a thick code, as if silently warning anyone not to break the law.

Jiang Putao: But I didn't reply him.

Jiang Putao: I really want to say goodnight to Feng Yu!

Jiang Putao: Mr. System, do you know?Good night has another meaning!

Feng Yu's phone vibrated one after another, he got up and put the criminal code back into the bookshelf, returned to the room, lay on the bed, and chatted with Jiang Putao.

System: Yes, what does it mean?

Feng Yu is not a person who likes to chat back and forth through the Internet, he thinks this is a waste of time, and the most convenient way is to speak clearly in a few words on the phone.

But at this moment, he was holding the mobile phone, pressing the keyboard in the dark, chatting back and forth with Jiang Putao, and he didn't think it was a waste of time, nor did he feel bored.

It is obvious that they chatted with each other with some unnutritious nonsense.

Jiang Putao: Look at the spelling of "Good Night", it's Wanan!

As soon as Jiang Putao typed this line of pinyin, Feng Yu understood what Jiang Putao said.

I love you, love you.

He hooked the corners of his lips, and just after typing a few words, Jiang Putao's message came again.

Jiang Putao: This is the meaning of every good night I say to Feng Yu.

Feng Yu looked at the words on the screen and didn't move for a long time.

For the first time, he experienced what it was like to be poor in words, and he didn't know what he could reply to Jiang Putao.

If Jiang Putao was by his side right now, he would really like to... pinch his small earlobes, or hold him tightly in his arms.

Finally, Feng Yu deleted a few words in the dialog box, and replied solemnly and seriously.

System: Feng Yu's favorability towards you +5.

Jiang Putao was actually a little sleepy. He squinted his eyes, his upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and he was almost falling asleep.

This line of words jumped out, and Jiang Putao's drowsiness disappeared instantly.

He sat up abruptly, reading the line over and over again.

Jiang Putao: Mr. System, why did Feng Yu suddenly add favorability to me?I haven't drawn a new mission yet!

System: Maybe I dreamed of you while sleeping.

Jiang Putao rubbed her eyes, feeling incredible.

Would Feng Yu dream of him?What is he like in Feng Yu's dream, and Feng Yu will give him 5 points?

Jiang Putao wanted to ask the system, but didn't know how to ask.

The system seemed to know what he was thinking, and sent him a message first.

System: Do you really think... Feng Yu doesn't like your touch?

Jiang Putao tilted his head and thought for a while, he still hasn't forgotten those zodiac rankings.

Jiang Putao: But Feng Yu is a Capricorn, those rankings say he doesn't like physical contact.Today at school, I tried very hard to restrain myself, Feng Yu did take the initiative to talk to me because of this, and even took the initiative to send me good night.

In the cottage.

Feng Yu saw Jiang Putao's reply, tapped the table with his fingertips, and reprimanded lightly:

"Stupid stuff."

What kind of nonsense logic is this, and only Jiang Putao can figure out such a logic by himself.

System: Don't believe in horoscopes, your usual appearance is fine.

Jiang Putao looked at this sentence and thought for a long time.

The system did not send any more messages, and Jiang Putao nestled under the quilt again, thinking about falling asleep.

When he arrived at school the next day, Jiang Putao still insisted on his practice of restraint.

He had tasted the sweetness and persisted for a day, not wanting to give up easily.

But today's restraint did not bring about special treatment from Feng Yu. On the contrary, Feng Yu acted as if he didn't know him, and didn't even eat the lunch he brought.

The two seem to retreat to the position of strangers overnight, and there is no other communication except to sit together in class.

This is not what Ginger Grape wants.

He thought of the words of the system, don't trust the constellations.

Shouldn't he continue to restrain himself?

After so much hesitation, it was Li Xin's birthday.

After school, Jiang Putao went home first and took the birthday present for Li Xin.

The big tennis racket was packed into a rectangular box, and then tied with a beautiful ribbon. Except that the box looks a little bigger, the packaging is still very good-looking.

When Jiang Putao arrived at the appointed place, Li Xin was waiting at the door.

When she saw Jiang Putao waving her hand and seeing the big box Jiang Putao was holding, her eyes were a little unclear and her smile narrowed.

"It's up to you, let's go, let's go into the private room."

The lights in the private room were dim, and Jiang Putao saw Feng Yu sitting in the corner at a glance.

He put his presents on the table, which was already filled with many birthday presents, and a large box that was exactly the same as the presents he gave.

Li Xin smiled and unwrapped the presents under everyone's urging.

She took out two tennis rackets of the same brand and model one after another, and looked at Jiang Putao.

"Pao, have you discussed with Feng Yu? Tennis rackets must be given in pairs?"

"What are you in pairs..." Jiang Putao's cheeks were flushed, and she looked at Feng Yu in the corner.

Feng Yu's expression was hidden in the dark, so he couldn't see clearly.

Jiang Putao wanted to explain that it was just a coincidence, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He let Li Xin tease them, and was pushed by Li Xin to sit next to Feng Yu.

Li Xin likes to exercise and has a lot of strength. Jiang Putao was pushed and staggered, and her shoulder hit Feng Yu's.

This was their first physical contact in the past few days. Jiang Putao should have sat up straight and moved away from Feng Yu immediately, but the body temperature he hadn't touched for a long time made him nostalgic.

He looked up at Feng Yu, but didn't move, just leaning against Feng Yu.

Feng Yu didn't push him away.

The other students sat up together, the seats were a bit crowded, Feng Yu suddenly grabbed Jiang Putao's waist, and led him to lean in together.

Jiang Putao subconsciously held her breath, her abdomen contracted and her back straightened.

Feng Yu didn't take back his hand, his hand seemed to unconsciously rest on his waist for a while before leaving.

During this period, Feng Yu didn't look at him. Jiang Putao looked up frequently, only seeing Feng Yu's firm chin.

Those who came were all classmates in the class, and everyone was of the same age, and they were able to enjoy themselves.

Someone ordered a few cases of beer, which filled the corner of the private room.

The school committee who looks like a nerd at school is the most open-minded.

He opened several bottles of beer in a row and said loudly:

"Truth or Dare, Game of Kings...not one of them!"

"Come on! Let's play!"

Both Jiang Putao and Feng Yu had a bottle of beer stuffed in their hands. Jiang Putao smelled the aroma of the beer and was about to drink it when Feng Yu's fingertip blocked the mouth of the bottle.

"Cats can't drink."

The deep voice almost stuck to Jiang Grape's ear.

This was the first time Feng Yu had spoken to Jiang Putao on his own initiative during this period of time.

Jiang Putao was still holding the beer bottle, and Feng Yu's fingertips were still blocking the mouth of the bottle.

The students next to him were playing around all the time, on the sofa, constantly squeezing Feng Yu and Jiang Putao in the corner.

Jiang Putao originally deliberately straightened her back, and forced herself to sit up straight when her classmates pushed over, but this time she just followed the movement of being pushed and shoved, and threw herself into Feng Yu's arms.

Feng Yu seemed to have guessed it a long time ago, allowing Jiang Putao to throw himself into his arms, and even raised his hand to block the classmate who was almost on top of Jiang Putao.

The wine bottle in his hand was taken away by Feng Yu, and with empty hands, he finally grabbed Feng Yu's clothes again.

The corner of the clothes was tightened more and more tightly in his hands, and soon a wrinkle was pinched.

Feng Yu didn't stop him, nor did he push him away.

The two fell into an inexplicable atmosphere, ambiguous, intimate and indescribable.

Suddenly, the students on the side cheered excitedly.

A boy pointed an empty wine bottle at Feng Yu, interviewing him like a microphone.

"Feng Yu, the wine bottle has been transferred to you, it's up to you to choose, the truth or the big risk?"

The students all looked over, and Jiang Putao quickly sat down, next to Feng Yu's hand, and quietly grabbed a corner of his clothes.

Feng Yu said lightly:

"Sincerely."

The students had long been curious about Feng Yu, the male god of No. [-] Middle School. It was the first time that Feng Yu participated in a group activity outside of school like them after being in the same class for so long.

The boy blew a whistle and rolled his eyes. The question he asked was inevitably about feelings.

"Feng Yu, do you have someone you like?"

Jiang Putao also wanted to know this question, and he unconsciously twisted the fingertips on the corner of Feng Yu's clothes tighter and tighter.

Feng Yu looked down at Jiang Putao's fingers, and said coldly:

"No."

Jiang Putao breathed a sigh of relief, but then felt a little sad.

Feng Yu didn't like others, and he didn't like him either.

Lu Sirou was also curious, and asked:

"Do you really have human allergies? Just like animals? What kind of animals do you like?"

Feng Yu suddenly lowered his head and looked at Jiang Putao beside him.

Jiang Putao lowered her head. Although she couldn't see her expression, her whole body seemed to exude my sad aura.

Feng Yu suddenly raised his head, and gently fiddled with Jiang Putao's slightly curly hair, like petting a kitten.

"Cat." Feng Yu replied, his voice still cold.

Jiang Putao was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised her head to look at Feng Yu, just in time to meet Feng Yu's gaze looking at him.

Li Xin's eyes flashed, as if he understood something.

She then asked:

"So do you have a cat?"

Feng Yu's fingertips slowly slid down along Jiang Putao's hair, and pinched Jiang Putao's nape.

Sometimes gently, sometimes with a little force, Jiang Putao's whole body went limp, and she fell into Feng Yu's arms without caring about anything else.

"Raised."

Jiang Putao leaned against Feng Yu's arms, she felt dizzy even though she hadn't taken a sip of wine.

The task of "being a male god's cat for a day" has been completed long ago, but he didn't expect Feng Yu to still remember that he is his cat.

The squad leader was a little puzzled, looked at Jiang Putao and asked:

"Ginger Grape, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Yu took Jiang Putao's shoulders and said:

"he's drunk."

A lot of wine bottles had been emptied at the table, and the squad leader nodded, thinking that the amount of ginger wine was not enough.

However, Li Xin looked at the tea table in front of Feng Yu and Jiang Putao, where there were two wine bottles, but the caps were just opened, the wine was full, and he didn't take a sip.

Feng Yu opened his eyes and told nonsense, and Jiang Putao was also very good at climbing.

He bravely climbed onto Feng Yu's body, sat with his legs spread apart, and buried his cheek into Feng Yu's neck.

After several days of restraint, when he finally leaned into Feng Yu's arms, he could hardly help whispering.

Feng Yu felt the heat from Jiang Putao's breath on his neck, his eyes were lowered, and he didn't argue about his emotions.

"Jiang Putao, who allowed you to climb up?" Jiang Putao hasn't posted with Feng Yu for a long time, so she doesn't care what Feng Yu says.

He rubbed his soft cheek against Feng Yu's neck again, and whispered:

"I'm drunk."

Then, he raised his hand to hug Feng Yu's neck again, with a soft voice that made people feel hot.

"How can the master ignore the drunk kitten?"

Feng Yu pinched Jiang Putao's neck with his fingertips, and he could feel the blood rushing through the arteries under his skin under his thumb.

It's like controlling the life of the grape in my arms.

This feeling was so good that Feng Yu felt comfortable all over.

So good that the twisted and dark factors hidden deep in his heart surfaced, trying to scare the grape that clings to him.

Feng Yu's thin lips were pressed against Jiang Putao's ears, and his lips touched his ears from time to time as he spoke, like a light kiss.

他 说:

"Jiang Putao, Feng Yi didn't lie to you."

"I am indeed a psychopath."

"I once broke a man's limbs, stuffed him into a small, cramped cowhide bag, locked him in a wooden box in the dark, and only let him out for a while every 48 hours...fed him drugs, to prevent his death, and continue to imprison him."

As Feng Yu said, he slowly pinched Jiang Putao's ankle with his fingertips, applying light force.

Jiang Putao straightened her waist, her chest was close to Feng Yu's, and her heart was beating fast.

He could faintly feel Feng Yu's heartbeat, which seemed to be the same as his, not calm.

Feng Yu's words rubbed against his ears like feathers, making his heart even more confused, and his brain really seemed to be drunk, light and light.

But Feng Yu touched his ankle again at this time, Jiang Putao's toes were curled up in the shoes, and under Feng Yu's threat, she turned her ears sideways and avoided Feng Yu's lips.

He has some complaints:

"My ears are itchy."

Then he licked his lips again, in such a dark corner, he was really greedy.

"Feng Yu, I want to drink."

Feng Yu touched Jiang Putao's curled eyelashes lightly with his fingertips, and asked softly:

"Didn't you hear me?"

Jiang Putao's eyelashes were touched, and she blinked subconsciously.

"I heard it."

"He deserves it."

Feng Yu fiddled with Jiang Putao's eyelashes with his fingertips, and felt a soft touch from his fingertips.

"Don't you ask me why I did this? Just say he deserves it?"

Jiang Putao frowned and thought for a while, then asked:

"Then why did you do that?"

Feng Yu sneered:

"No reason, I just think."

"Oh." Jiang Putao nodded, fixed her eyes on the beer on the table, and quietly extended her hand.

As soon as his fingertips touched the cold wine bottle, Feng Yu grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Putao looked at Feng Yu as if begging for mercy, and whispered:

"Feng Yu, let me take a sip, just one sip!"

"Big deal... next time you stuff people, I'll buy you a bag!"

Feng Yu stared quietly at Jiang Putao for a long time with green eyes, then suddenly laughed.

He let go, let Jiang Putao pick up the wine bottle, and drank most of it.

The private room was busy, it was still early, and the night was still long, Feng Yu leaned back on the sofa, and did not forget to reach out to support Jiang Putao's lower back to prevent him from falling off his body.

Jiang Putao was the first person who was willing to stand by his side without any reason.

At this time, on the other side of the city, Jiang Grape's home.

Jiang Tingyan was sorting out the papers for this symposium, took the time to look at the time, and remembered that Jiang Putao said that she was going to a classmate's birthday party tonight and would not be coming back.

He stretched his aching arm and glanced at the computer screen.

Then he clicked on a private folder, entered the password, and the information inside came into view.

It's all about antisocial personality, and some related cases.

The causes of antisocial personality are complicated, and if we really want to be serious, we can only make a judgment on it when we are over 18 years old, but there will always be some signs before the age of 18.

But it's just a sign, not enough to make a conclusion.

Jiang Tingyan heaved a long sigh when he thought of his younger brother's soft temper now.

Who would have thought that such soft and glutinous ginger grapes would almost cause disaster when they were young.

The author has something to say: Feng Yu: I have a cat.

Li Xin: Where is it?Bring it to see?

Ginger Grape: Meow~

I'm not feeling well today. I wanted to ask for leave, but I kept thinking about it in bed without updating, so I got up and updated~

感谢在2021-08-1219:10:15~2021-08-1323:03:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw the grenades: 2 Yangcun village chiefs; 1 Huaiyun Lian;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Mathiol1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4667668220 bottles; 536289793 bottles; 2 bottles of ten-leaf buds;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!