The male god taught me to attack him

Jiang Putao didn't notice that Feng Yu's words were full of jokes, he seemed to be really considering this possibility, and then shook his head with a blushing face.

"No, I'll go to the bathroom to fix it myself after class."

Feng Yu didn't look at Jiang Putao again, he felt ridiculous for his guess that Jiang Putao was a fox in rabbit skin.

Jiang Putao is so stupid that she can see through it at a glance.

After the first period of get out of class, Jiang Putao stood up immediately. He endured a class, and his underwear got stuck there, which was really uncomfortable.

He just stood up, but Feng Yu was still sitting still.

Now that Feng Yu blocked his only exit, Ren Jiangputao's anxious face remained unmoved.

After class, a few boys appeared at the door of class [-] and looked inside. They didn't say who they were looking for. They glanced around and stopped immediately when they saw Jiang Putao.

Jiang Putao was still begging Feng Yu in a low voice:

"Feng Yu, good man, let me go out for a while?"

Feng Yu turned sideways, but did not move away completely, Jiang Putao could only slowly squeeze past him.

The students in the front row of the first class thought that these boys knew Jiang Putao, but Jiang Putao went out at the door, and these boys didn't speak to him, they just looked at each other, and followed Jiang Putao.

Seeing this, Feng Yu tapped his fingertips on the table twice, then got up and followed.

Jiang Putao walked all the way into the bathroom, but didn't realize that the boys behind him followed him intentionally.

He found an empty spot, stood over, and had just pulled down the zipper of his trousers halfway with his fingertips, when a big hand stretched out from the side, and pulled the zipper of Ginger Grape up again.

Jiang Putao was startled, she leaned her back against her broad chest, and turned around to see Feng Yu standing behind him.

Feng Yu's face was condensed, and he stood behind Jiang Putao to block the expectant gazes of those boys, took Jiang Putao's wrist, and pushed him into a compartment.

"Ginger Grape, don't stay here, go inside."

Jiang Putao looked puzzled, looking at the compartment door closed by Feng Yu, her ears were so red that they were hot.

What happened to Feng Yu...why didn't he let him go to the bathroom outside?

Jiang Putao had a meeting of messy thoughts in his head, his hands and feet were light, his fingertips pinched the zipper, and he pulled it down, but it didn't open.

He froze for a moment, then pulled it again, but still didn't pull it away.

Jiang Putao looked down, with a face full of tears, Feng Yu pulled too hard just now, the zipper got caught in the fabric of the underwear inside, and now he can't move it.

Outside the door, Feng Yu looked at the boys coldly.

A few boys happened to meet Jiang Putao at the school gate in the morning. They were amazed by Jiang Putao's figure. Followed to the bathroom to have a look, but was discovered by Feng Yu unexpectedly.

They felt that what they did was disgraceful, so they left without saying anything.

Feng Yu didn't leave, he waited outside the cubicle until the restroom was empty, the bell rang for class, and Jiang Putao hadn't come out yet.

The cubicle was quiet, and Jiang Putao didn't move at all.

Feng Yu knocked on the door and asked:

"Ginger Putao, what are you doing, you still haven't come out?"

Jiang Putao was struggling with the zipper of his trousers. He was anxious enough when the bell rang for class, but Feng Yu was still waiting for him without leaving, so anxious that his hands began to shake.

Feng Yu didn't get a reply, so he urged again. Jiang Putao groaned in anxiety. There was nothing he could do. He opened the door of the compartment carefully, only opened a gap, and a pair of black eyes looked at Feng Yu pitifully through the gap. whispered:

"Feng Yu, I, the zipper of my pants is stuck..."

Feng Yu: "..."

Without further ado, he pushed open the compartment door, and Jiang Putao backed away, holding his pants with both hands, his face flushed with blood.

Feng Yu glanced up and down, and bent down to get close to his trouser waist.

"let go."

Under Feng Yu's cold gaze, Jiang Putao slowly let go of her hand.

Feng Yu tugged Jiang Putao's zipper down hard, but the zipper didn't move at all but twisted tighter and tighter.

Jiang Putao didn't know where to put her hands, so she just put them on Feng Yu's shoulders, her palms were hot and trembling, the temperature and trembling were transmitted to Feng Yu exactly.

Feng Yu simply knelt down to help him pull the zipper, but after pulling it for a while, he didn't see any progress. He inadvertently raised his head to look at Jiang Putao, and was taken aback for a while.

Jiang Putao lowered her head, her long eyelashes drooped slightly, her eyes were soaked with water, her eyelashes were wet, her teeth were biting her lower lip lightly, her breathing became much easier.

When he saw Feng Yu looking at him, his eyelashes trembled, and he turned his head sideways, revealing the thin white neck on one side, which was smudged red like rouge.

Feng Yu's subordinates paused and asked him:

"Ginger Grape, why are you blushing?"

Jiang Putao didn't even dare to look at Feng Yu anymore, he even felt that he didn't have the strength to stand on his legs, so his mouth was stubborn.

"I'm not blushing...I'm just, just a little nervous."

Feng Yu didn't ask Jiang Putao why he was nervous, he simply took out a pocket knife from his pocket, broke off the blade, and the blade picked up Jiang Putao's pants.

"do not move."

Just as Jiang Putao turned his head, he saw a flash of cold light, and heard the sound of fabric breaking, Feng Yu actually cut his pants with a knife!

He cut mercilessly, cutting directly from the zipper to the waist of the trousers. The front of the good school uniform trousers was split into two, lost the fixation of the elastic band, and immediately slipped from Jiang Putao's waist.

Jiang Putao exclaimed, and grabbed both sides of the trousers with both hands, but the big opening in the front of the trousers was left open, revealing his shiny white thighs and panties that were deformed by Feng Yu's forceful lifting.

Feng Yu only looked at it once, then looked away, walked out of the cubicle, left a word and left.

"Wait here."

Jiang Putao stayed alone in the cubicle, and now that his pants are broken, he can't leave without Feng Yu telling him!

Feng Yu came back quickly, holding a new pair of school uniform pants in his hand, which looked very big, it should be his spare.

He handed the school uniform trousers to Jiang Putao, who lowered his head to take them, grabbed the new school uniform trousers in one hand, and held the precarious waistband in the other hand, and waited, but Feng Yu was not about to go out.

"Feng Yu, you go out..."

His voice was small and soft, obviously frightened by Feng Yu's behavior of cutting his pants with a knife.

Feng Yu didn't move, his voice was as cold as an unmelted snow mountain, always sounding upright and abstinent.

But he rejected Jiang Putao with this upright and ascetic voice.

"Why are you going out? Aren't you a man?"

Jiang Putao didn't know how to answer, so she could only turn around, with her back to Feng Yu, hesitantly and slowly let go of the hand holding her trousers.

As soon as he let go, the torn pants immediately slid down, and when they passed Jiang Putao's hip line, they got stuck for a moment.

Jiang Putao's long legs are white and straight, her calves are slender, but her thighs look a little sensual. This kind of sensuality is just right for Jiang Putao, and it doesn't matter if it is too much or too little.

Feng Yu didn't intend to tease him all the time, Jiang Putao turned around and he opened the door and walked out.

When the door was about to close, Feng Yu saw Jiang Putao stretched out her fingertips, hooked the edge of her wrinkled underwear, and gently tugged to the side.

After Feng Yu left, Jiang Putao quietly let out a sigh of relief.

The more he got along, the more he discovered that Feng Yu was like an unpredictable universe, his behavior and language were completely unpredictable, and he always did things that he couldn't guess.

When Jiang Putao walked out, Feng Yu was already standing outside the bathroom.

When he saw Jiang Putao, Feng Yu frowned slightly.

Jiang Putao's heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked:

"What's wrong?"

He looked down at himself, wondering if there was something wrong with him?

Unexpectedly, Feng Yu squatted down in front of him again, unwrapped his casually rolled-up trouser legs, tidied them up, and folded them before rolling them up twice.

"Why are you so stupid? Can't you even pull up your trouser legs?"

Although Jiang Putao was fiercely attacked by Feng Yu, there was a little sweetness in her heart.

He felt that Feng Yu was a paper tiger. He looked fierce, but in reality he would break with a single poke.

When Feng Yu got up, Jiang Putao boldly grabbed Feng Yu's sleeve again, raised her head and smiled at him very sincerely.

"Feng Yu, thank you."

Feng Yu looked down at him for a long time, not knowing what to think.

At this time, the class has been going on for a while, and the corridor is quiet, only the two of them.

Jiang Putao is now wearing Feng Yu's school uniform trousers, which are a few sizes too big, and her protruding buttocks are blocked, but her extremely thin waistline can still be seen.

Feng Yu suddenly stretched out his hand, and used two fingers to touch the skin on the side of Jiang Putao's neck.

Jiang Putao shrank her shoulders subconsciously, but didn't hide, letting Feng Yu stick to him.

Feng Yu felt the slightly elevated body temperature of his subordinate Jiang Putao, and opened his eyes to speak nonsense.

"Ginger Grape, are you cold?"

Ginger Grape shook her head:

"It's not cold, it's still a little hot."

Feng Yu pretended not to hear, took off his school uniform jacket, shook it off, and looked at Jiang Putao.

"Raise your hand."

Jiang Putao subconsciously raised her hand obediently, and Feng Yu put his school uniform jacket on for him, and at the end he didn't forget to pull the zipper to the top.

"I think you're cold."

Jiang Putao raised her hand and shook her long sleeves, and suddenly felt that this sentence sounded familiar, as if... his mother said it.

Feng Yu lowered his eyes, grabbed Jiang Putao's arm, and helped him roll up his sleeves. Looking at Jiang Putao, who was completely covered by the school uniform, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his green eyes.

"Let's go."

The two of them returned halfway through the class, Feng Yu apologized to the teacher, and led Jiang Putao back to his seat, not caring about the surprised stares of the class.

A class of classmates couldn't help whispering to each other. Feng Yu was from the first year of high school to the third year of high school. There are too many people who like him. I haven't seen anyone who he is so close to.

Jiang Putao followed Feng Yu with her head down all the way, not daring to look at the expressions of her classmates.

He sat in the seat inside, saw that Feng Yu had already opened the book and listened to the class, and ignored him, so he quietly took out his phone and clicked on the strategy app.

Jiang Putao: Mr. System, actually Feng Yu doesn't hate me that much, does he?

The phone in Feng Yu's pocket vibrated, he took it out to take a look, then glanced at Jiang Putao, who was bowing his head, and typed a reply.

System: His affection for you is -98, what do you think?

Jiang Putao was a little frustrated and found a reason for herself.

Jiang Putao: But...he still put on his school uniform for me today.

System: Enthusiastically helping classmates, what's wrong?

Jiang Putao paused, always felt that this sentence was strange, but couldn't tell what was strange.

He looked at the favorability score of -98 points, took a deep breath, and pressed the button of "Random Raiders Mission" again.

Soon, a new strategy mission was displayed.

"Eat the same piece of cake as the male god."

Jiang Putao stared at the line, her heartbeat started to speed up again.

Is this... an indirect kiss?