Paranoid academic gods are always poor

A trace of astonishment appeared on Pei Hanmo's facial features, which diluted the coldness of his eyebrows and eyes. When he realized the ambiguous posture of the two of them at this time, his eyes gradually deepened.

Song Ye had a premonition of the unknown danger, and his breathing became chaotic, "You, you get up!"

A strange feeling of panic welled up from the bottom of his heart, even if he played a fair face-to-face, he would not have this feeling. Song Ye attributed it to the loss of the first-hand advantage, which would lead to a sense of crisis at a disadvantage.He pushed Pei Hanmo's shoulder. If he hadn't been suppressed and couldn't use his strength, he would have already thrown him off with his character.

It's just this push, not only failed to push Pei Hanmo away, but stared wide-eyed at Pei Hanmo's head slowly approaching, the picture in front of him overlapped with the dream, except that there was no annoying background sound, everything was so similar.

...Pei Hanmo kissed every day while talking about kissing each other...

"Pei Hanmo, how dare you—"

Song Ye's struggling movements stopped suddenly, Pei Hanmo tilted his head, and buried his whole body on the side of his neck, his warm breath hit his fair neck, causing a slight itchiness.

The muffled voice reached Song Ye's ears with a bit of grievance, "I hit my shoulder...it hurts."

Song Ye looked at the ceiling and blinked, "...Oh."

It's really strange that the dream last night was too weird, otherwise how could he have the idea of ​​"Pei Hanmo wants to kiss him", even if he likes boys, he wouldn't go hungry and attack his friends... It's like if he was giving it to him, he would never have thoughts The idea of ​​kissing Zhao Jingming.

Wait, why is he giving this example? !

In a daze, he seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear, "Don't dare..."

dare not what?

Song Ye looked up, Pei Hanmo was looking at him expectantly with something in his hand, "Can't you?"

"?"

"If you didn't plan to shut me out because you didn't want to study, and you wouldn't trip yourself up because of retribution, wouldn't you be willing to help me deal with the injury I suffered bravely?"

"..."

God damn it.

Song Ye took the medicinal wine in his hand expressionlessly, pointed at the long sleeves that he couldn't touch, "Take it off."

Then, Pei Hanmo's slender fingers slid down from the neckline, and the buttons were undone one by one, revealing the clear-cut abdominal muscles.

Song Ye looked down uncontrollably, "...Hurry up."

She looks as delicate as a big girl getting on a sedan chair for the first time. She is shy and shy. She can take off her clothes for a long time. It’s too early to undo the buttons in two or three clicks, and even the pants are fast...

Pants? !

"What are you doing!" Song Ye hurriedly pressed Pei Hanmo's hand, looking at him strangely.

Pei Hanmo came to his senses, "Oh, it's easy."

"..."

Pei Hanmo sized Song Ye's face thoughtfully, and then dropped to the back of his hand, "Your hand...can you take it away?"

A few minutes down is an awkward position, and Song Ye accidentally touched his abs when retracting, which is quite strong...

Pei Hanmo was curious: "Why are you blushing?"

"Don't you dare to look at me? What's so shy about being men? Don't you..."

Song Ye said loudly: "Of course I have what you have! Don't think that you are the only one with abdominal muscles... Of course I have it too!"

"Really?" Pei Hanmo's eyes fell on Song Ye's waist, which was so slender and thin that he could wrap it around with a single arm, and the feeling of being held in his arms... His slightly lowered eyelids covered the deepness in his eyes.

Song Ye didn't allow to be questioned in this regard, so he grabbed the hem of his clothes and prepared to show him.

A small section of blindingly white skin flashed past, Song Ye's hand was pressed down forcefully, he raised his head in doubt, his eyes were clear and pure, as if asking: Don't you want to see?

Pei Hanmo's Adam's apple twitched, and the hem of the clothes in his palm was pulled to the bottom, but the white part still lingered in his mind, "Song Ye, I was joking."

"I know." Song Ye looked at him, and suddenly blinked slyly, "Why are you blushing? Don't you dare to look at me? You..."

"Song Ye," Pei Hanmo interrupted him, "I'm shy."

His expression was composed, except for the slightly red tips of his ears, there was no sign of shyness at all.

Song Ye intended to return his words, but Pei Hanmo admitted it directly, like punching cotton, not only did not relieve his anger, but made him even more frustrated.

Song Ye didn't realize that he was really shy until he applied medicinal wine to Pei Hanmo.

Pei Hanmo's shoulder was probably hit by the door that bounced back, and there was a large bruise that was not obvious. With the force of Song Ye's palm, the bruise gradually spread and turned into a large area of ​​bruise.At the same time, Song Ye saw a place where the spread was faster——

Pei Hanmo's ears had turned red.

The injury was on the shoulder, so there was no need to take off all of his shirt. At this time, Pei Hanmo's shirt was half unbuttoned, exposing one shoulder, which was much more subtle than a group of boys playing shirtless on the playground. It was this half-covering that made Pei Hanmo She looks very innocent and shy.

Where is the calmness when he was about to take off his pants without changing his face just now.

Song Ye couldn't help reaching out to touch it curiously. His ears were like mimosa, and he reacted the moment he was touched, his earlobe was red and bleeding.

"Your ears are so sensitive!"

"Song Ye..."

Pei Hanmo's voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed to be trying to control something in his helpless tone, and finally sat down at the desk, "writing the paper."

It's a pity that the two red ears didn't have any deterrent effect at all. Song Ye's eyes always went there, and he quickly reached out to touch him while he was not paying attention, and then looked at the ears that were about to return to normal, as if they were stained with cinnabar. Slowly red again.

"Song Ye, don't make trouble."

At this time, Song Ye would point to a question on the paper and ask solemnly: "Is this right? Why did I solve the answer in decimals?"

Pei Hanmo glanced, "These two formulas are unnecessary, the process is fine, and the answer to this question is decimals."

Song Ye tilted his head to look at him, "Am I good? I figured it out myself."

"Very powerful." Pei Hanmo raised his eyebrows, raised his hand suddenly, grabbed the hand that was making a sneak attack, and praised: "I also learned how to beat the enemy."

It wasn't embarrassing for Song Ye's intentions to be discovered, but it was a pity to watch Pei Hanmo's ears return to normal.

"Just like that?"

Song Ye nodded, usually Pei Hanmo held his hands too much, making it difficult to guess his true emotions, but there was something more honest about this person than himself, Song Ye of course had a lot of fun.

Pei Hanmo still held his hand, and pulled him closer, "If you want to play, you can do it all."

At some point, there was a pile of documents piled high on the table. After Song Ye glanced at it, he fell silent.

Isn't it okay if he doesn't play anymore...

The teacher worked overtime during the holidays to correct the test papers, and when he came back from the holidays, the results of the monthly test had already come out.

As soon as the squad leader posted the ranking list, everyone swarmed up. Zhao Jingming sat motionless, but kept looking there, and finally couldn't help shouting: "See if I'm the second-to-last!"

"You must bless me for not regressing... If you refund me next month's pocket money, I will be gone..."

Song Ye didn't understand, is there a difference between the penultimate and the last place?

"There's a big difference. If I'm still second to last, in my dad's eyes, I'm playing steadily and I've missed a fight, but if I'm the last one, it's an obvious step back..."

"Brother Ming, the penultimate is not you!"

Zhao Jingming's expression froze immediately, "It's over, it's over...Brother Ye will rely on you to save me again..."

Before Song Ye could comfort him, another sentence came from the crowd, "Brother Ming is awesome! The grade has improved by nine, isn't this the tenth from the bottom..."

Hearing this, Zhao Jingming couldn't sit still any longer, and rushed to the front, laughing loudly: "Can this be called countdown? Look at it, you can see clearly, No. 1678! Ask me how to improve? Progress is hard to say It is not difficult to say that it is easy or not easy, it mainly depends on talent..."

"Brother Ming is still the best. After sitting on the second-to-last throne for so many years, he finally gave way."

"Whether you can talk or not, Brother Ming didn't care in the past, but now if you are a little more serious, your grades will improve by leaps and bounds..."

"But Brother Ming is the last one in the class..."

In an instant, everyone seemed to have been pressed the pause button, stopped flattering, and turned their heads stiffly, not daring to look at Zhao Jingming.

Zhao Jingming seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then found his class ranking in disbelief...

"Ah!!! Why did I become the bottom one in the class!!!"

"Because Brother Ye has improved..."

Zhao Jingming looked up, and saw—Song Ye's class improved by 20, and his grade improved by 673!

"Fuck?!"

In just one month, from the bottom one to the front so much...

It is worthy of being taught by the gods!

At the same time, everyone thought of this, "If I can also be personally taught by the god of learning, wouldn't I be able to break into the top ten of the grade..."

"You're thinking about farts!" Zhao Jingming gave idiot Li a shudder, "Do you think anyone can be as talented as Brother Ye!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and ran towards Song Ye cheerfully, "Brother Ye! Can you take me with you when you study with Xueshen in the future..."

Song Ye: "..."

"Do you think it's still too late for me to transfer to the first shift?" Zhao Jingming felt that this method was feasible, and was going to discuss with Lao Wang about changing shifts.

"That's too late."

"Ah?! Why? Am I not worthy to be in the same class as Xue Shen?"

Song Ye said, "Because he's about to turn around."

Zhao Jingming: "!!"

turn around?

Xueshen transferred to our class? !

"Then... where is he sitting?" Zhao Jingming glanced aside, feeling a little redundant.

Ouyang Jie, who had just put down his phone, looked up and saw it, with a half-smile: "What do you mean?"

Zhao Jingming: "It's not interesting, but someone's grades may not be worthy of being my wild brother's deskmate. That's right. After all, not everyone can get the first grade."

"You are the last one in the fucking place, and you still have the nerve to say me?"

The last thing Zhao Jingming wanted to hear was these four words, and he immediately became impatient, "How good are you! Sitting next to Brother Ye all day long and playing games will affect his study, and if you don't leave, whoever will leave!"

Ouyang Jie smiled provocatively, "Then I will sit with Song Ye."

Song Ye: "..."

Don't fight here?He doesn't want to be hurt...

"Oh!"

The table was overturned, the chair flew out, and the two wrestled together, one tripped over the table and grabbed the other, and then Song Ye, who was sitting upright on his seat, encountered unexpected disasters——

He was hit right by Ouyang Jie.

A big boy fell into his arms, and his sight was completely blocked. Song Ye heard that the front of the classroom suddenly became lively, and someone said:

"Old Wang has brought the student god to our class!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-08-2211:50:47~2021-08-2308:22:03期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Xitang;

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