This dog's bloody life experience

The new life is on the right track. Shen Lingqiao wakes up at 05:30 every morning, jogs with Shen Lingsong around the garden of Fuyuan for 30 minutes, and then returns to the dance room. Start with leg presses, abs, jumping and barre work.

When he came to the dining room after taking a shower, Shen Lingsong had already prepared breakfast. On the Baibinghua marble dining table were two bowls of yam and chicken congee, and there were ready-made sandwiches stacked on a bone china plate. After getting up, nearly an hour and a half of exercise made him dizzy with hunger, and he drank half a bowl of porridge in one breath, and there was something in his stomach, and then he began to scoop the spoon slowly.

Shen Lingsong couldn't help laughing when he saw his younger brother in the shape of a hungry ghost reincarnated: "Fortunately, the stewed porridge is bad enough, but we can't gobble it up like this."

"Hey, I'm so hungry, I'll slow down next time." Shen Lingqiao licked the spoon with his tongue, tilted his head and asked, "Brother, I didn't even know you could cook."

As soon as Shen Lingqiao stuck out his tongue, Shen Lingsong's gaze stuck to the small section of bright red like superglue, until the soft tongue circled around the spoon and retracted into his mouth, he slowly replied: "I just learned Yes, I don’t want my servants to follow me.”

"Just learned it?! But it's delicious, you can't tell it at all." Shen Lingqiao was amazed, and then asked: "You don't let the servants come, what about hygiene?"

"There are part-time workers." Shen Lingsong took a sip of porridge, staring at Shen Lingqiao with ambiguous eyes like hooks, "Just the two of us, we can do whatever we want."

Shen Lingqiao blushed, lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a layer of moist luster shone on her bright red lips. This shy and awkward look made Shen Lingsong's eyes glow green, it wasn't his sperm His mind was full, thinking about those nasty things anytime and anywhere, it was because he hadn't ejaculated freely in Shen Lingqiao's private parts for many days, at most he kissed the little mouth and touched the little beads every day.

Last night, she was supposed to press Shen Lingqiao down like this, but the hot and hard stick under her body had already passionately and boldly inserted between the white and tender legs, poking the other party's private parts, seeing that they could go to bliss together, but it turned out Shen Lingqiao actually grabbed his place to prevent the ferocious thing from tossing and tossing between his smooth and tight thighs. She stared at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and begged in a soft voice, brother, I still need to practice. Wu, every time you do this, there will be red, can you stop...

As a result, as soon as the words fell, the thing in his hand swelled up even more. Shen Lingqiao's eyes were stained with a touch of blush, and Shen Lingsong's blood was about to boil. solved.

He suddenly felt that this time he was shooting himself in the foot. Although Shen Lingqiao stepped up his studies, the two of them could go abroad together without being separated, but two years of such a life would really make him suffer from internal injuries.

No, he could still look forward to the holidays, and thinking about it, he really wished that tomorrow would be Saturday.

In this sticky atmosphere, the two finished their breakfast, followed by another sticky kiss to part, and finally went to school.

At noon, Shen Lingqiao and Song Mingzhou ate together in the school cafeteria. Song Mingzhou asked Shen Lingqiao while picking up vegetables, "I only have two classes in the afternoon, how about you?"

"The class is full," Shen Lingqiao swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "I have a full class every day, but there are no evening classes." Because he was going back to have dinner with his brother, he added in his mind.

Song Mingzhou said "Wow", his eyes widened: "Why do you have so many classes?"

Shen Lingqiao hesitated, and decided to be honest with Song Mingzhou, a rare friend, "I want to graduate early, so I also took some courses in the last semester of the second and third grades."

"Why are you in such a hurry to graduate?"

"Well, I..." Shen Lingqiao was thinking about how to explain, when Song Mingzhou's face suddenly contorted, and his hands were tightly grasping the spoon, as if he wanted to crush it.

Shen Lingqiao was taken aback for a moment, and then heard the girls at the table next to them discussing something, in which the name "Zhou Ziyu" appeared.

"That bitch Zhou Ziyu is still here today, and should have been imprisoned 800 years earlier."

"Yes, I didn't expect it to be so vicious, but fortunately something happened to her, otherwise I might not be able to pass the exam."

"Bam—"

Shen Lingqiao was still wondering what happened to Zhou Ziyu, but Song Mingzhou suddenly slammed the spoon on the dinner plate, stood up and stared at the two girls viciously.

"Can you stop talking so badly when you eat!"

"It's none of your business, you're sick!" One of the girls with buns rolled her eyes.

"Who stipulates that you can't chat while eating?" Another girl with disheveled hair also cheered.

Shen Lingqiao saw Song Mingzhou's two fists clenched "cackling", and quickly pulled him to go outside. The movement here has attracted the attention of the surrounding people.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Lingqiao asked worriedly, pulling him to the grove opposite the cafeteria.

Song Mingzhou kicked the tree trunk beside him violently, raised his head and took a few deep breaths.

"I just went crazy for a while."

"Ah..." Shen Lingqiao replied blankly, looking up at Song Mingzhou with a perplexed expression.

"I just feel disgusted." Song Mingzhou wiped his face, "It's the first time I like someone so much, but the other person... Then I found out that I have been deceived by her all the time. Back then, I had conflicts with my brother because of her. , What the hell is it called..."

Shen Lingqiao didn't know how to comfort others, so she had to clumsily try to hug Song Mingzhou's shoulders, but it turned out to be too short, and she had to stand on tiptoes to hug Song Mingzhou naturally.

"Don't be sad, you will meet a good girl in the future, it's not too late to find out now, um, just take it as a lesson..."

Song Mingzhou looked at Shen Lingqiao hanging on his shoulders on his toes, trying to comfort himself, he couldn't help feeling a little funny, he put his arms around Shen Lingqiao's small shoulders, and said with a smile: "Thank you, I actually want to open up , just occasionally twitching, don't worry, it's okay, I said, you really should jump more, legs are so short, I'm worried for you."

"I, I will grow up next year, and I will be taller than you by then!" Shen Lingqiao shook off Song Mingzhou's hand, and left angrily.

Song Mingzhou hugged his nose, hurriedly caught up with someone who had exploded, and said with a smile: "Oh, I hurt your foot from being poked, don't, a true warrior dares to face the bleak reality..."

"You, you shut up!"

"Hee hee, come on, Brother Song will lift it up for you, so that you will grow taller..."

The two of them went back to the dormitory noisyly, and the haze just now had long since dissipated...

In the third and fourth quarters in the afternoon, the national folk dance training class was only attended in the last semester of the third grade. Since it was the first class, the teacher arranged the male and female students in the same class. Then Shen Lingqiao found out that she was actually in the same class as the counselor Yao Ting .

Yao Ting obviously also saw Shen Lingqiao, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. In fact, when everyone in the class saw Shen Lingqiao, who was obviously a few years younger, they thought that the other party had entered the wrong classroom. The look on his face was alienated and deserted.

The first class didn't talk about much content, it was mainly theoretical stuff. The teacher repeatedly emphasized on the stage that after each class, you have to do basic skills training. Don't think about passing the exam after the next class. You must practice after class. Whether you have practiced or not can be seen by jumping on the stage, so you can't have any fluke mentality.

During the recess, Yao Ting originally wanted to ask Shen Lingqiao why he came to the third grade class, but the teacher called Shen Lingqiao up first.

The teacher of the folk dance class is a man in his forties, surnamed Jiang, tall and thin, he looks a bit strict and rigid, he is a very qualified old professor.

"Why do you choose this course now, you have to learn to fly before you can walk."

Shen Lingqiao straightened her back, didn't say the reason, just looked into Teacher Jiang's eyes solemnly and said: "I will work very hard, teacher, if I can't pass, I will retake it."

Teacher Jiang originally had some complaints about this ambitious student, but seeing his sincere eyes and his indisputable attitude, he couldn't help softening his expression.

"The basic training class of the first grade must be practiced well. Even a great dancer should always practice the basic skills. You are doing too much haste."

"Well, I remember everything the teacher said," Shen Lingqiao nodded, "I have been practicing basic training since I was a child, and I haven't missed a single day. Teacher, don't worry, I won't neglect one thing and lose another."

Teacher Jiang's face sank when he heard this, "In this case, you can learn, but I won't lower the standard just because you are young."

"Well, thank you teacher." Shen Lingqiao let go of his shoulders and smiled happily.

After the break, Teacher Jiang began to check the basic skills of the students one by one. After all, the summer vacation has just passed, and everyone is at a fun age, and their skills have fallen a lot. It doesn't look good.

Finally it was Shen Lingqiao's turn, and he walked steadily to the middle of the practice room. First, he turned over with a steady step, followed by a series of turns, cross-leg turns, big leaps, and the last sweeping turn. Flipping over and over, they are interspersed with each other, and everyone's demeanor can be faintly seen.

Although Mr. Jiang still had a straight face, the light in his eyes became more and more intense. He was sure that the child hadn't boasted and made nonsense just now. If he hadn't been diligent and honest every day, he would never have been able to use this skill.

"Okay, next one." Although the teacher praised Shen Lingqiao in his heart, he didn't say anything, and called out the next name in the usual tone.

But the rest of the class were not blind, and Shen Lingqiao's behavior just now really slapped them in the face, and those who were in a bad mood continued to mutter to themselves on the spot why this person loves to show off so much.

Looking at Shen Lingqiao's slender back, Yao Ting felt a little complicated. She never expected such a genius to appear in her class...

After class, Shen Lingqiao felt sticky all over her body, so she planned to go back to the dormitory to take a shower and change clothes before going back.

When he arrived at the dormitory, there was no one there, so he took out a change of laundry and packed it in a clean bag before walking into the bathroom.

When I took off my clothes and boiled the water, I found that there was a note next to the faucet of the water heater. It turned out that the school’s hot water is charged by the hour, and the hot water can only be produced by inserting a meal card.

He wrapped his lower body with a bath towel casually, intending to go out to get his meal card, but when he opened the door, he almost bumped into a wall of flesh. Looking up, it turned out to be Tan Xiao, who was staring straight at his upper body, His sight was as real as it was, slithering against his exposed flesh like a poisonous snake, and the cold shivering feeling invaded his chest along his shoulder blades to his collarbone.

Shen Lingqiao tugged at the towel, and said awkwardly: "Um, I forgot my meal card, you, you..."

"I want to go to the bathroom." Tan Xiao's cold voice sounded above his head, Shen Lingqiao hurriedly stepped aside, lowered his head and walked into the dormitory, the sticky eyes followed him like a shadow, as if sticking to his back, Shen Lingqiao slapped With a cold war, he picked up the coat that was on the chair and put it on, resisting the urge to fold his arms and rub his arms.

Tan Xiao is too strange, do you not like him?

Although Shen Lingqiao is not good at socializing, he has a sensitive mind. He can feel the difference between Tan Xiao and him. There seems to be some kind of burning in that cold gaze. Sometimes it is full of interest, and sometimes it is dark and gloomy. It is really strange.