Cat boyfriend is flirtatious and cowardly

On Monday, after the one-day midterm exam, the students went back to their homes.

In the early morning of the next day, Gu Ran changed his schedule and arrived at the school half an hour earlier. He passed by the newly opened porridge noodle noodle noodle noodle breakfast shop opposite him, stopped in his tracks, and looked up at the front of the school. square brand new red signboard.

After a few seconds, he paced inside and ordered two soup dumplings and two cups of coconut milk.

When I arrived at the classroom, there were not many people here and there, but if I looked around, the only ones who came were those with the best grades in the class.

Gu Ran felt a little out of place in it, and was even a little ashamed for no reason.

Yuan Jiu sat on the far side of the front door? He is the monitor of the class, and his grades?

When Gu Ran passed by, he paused for a while. He suddenly remembered that Yuan Jiu's family conditions were very good, and he took everything very lightly. Looking at it differently, I can only help Ji Lin make up lessons.

Of course, this is beyond his control, and Ji Lin can't afford anything.

Gu Ran was lost in thought, and didn't notice that Yuan Jiu had stopped writing and Jiang Zhihe's gaze was not far away.

"Is there something wrong?" Yuan Jiu asked.

"No." Gu Ran finally came back to his senses, smiled at him, and walked across the podium.

Jiang Zhihe withdrew his gaze calmly, and looked down at the table? It was like "Superstition" written in heavenly scriptures.

For Gu Ran, it was a heavenly book, with unrecognizable characters and incomprehensible articles.

Sitting in the third row in the middle of the podium is a short-haired girl wearing glasses, calmly and naturally immersed in writing exercise books.

The nib rubbed against the smooth paper, making a salsa sound.

Gu Ran pursed his lips and stopped in front of Jiang Zhihe's desk, with one hand behind his back, his fingers hooked around the plastic bag and turned around for a while, then turned back again.

He didn't intend to speak, Jiang Zhihe raised his eyelashes and looked at him fixedly: "Why don't you speak?"

Gu Ran also? He didn't know what to say, so he stood there stupidly, the plastic bag behind him hit his waist, and he coughed lightly: "Why are you here so early?"

"Get up early." Jiang Zhihe said lightly.

"Oh." Gu Ran nodded, brought out the breakfast, and gave it to Jiang Zhihe: "This is the newly opened breakfast shop opposite the school. I bought some. How about you try it?"

Jiang Zhihe sat on the stool, and nodded towards Gu Ran, "Sit down and eat together."

"Ah." Gu Ran was a little surprised, and pulled Ye Qingyu's chair away for no apparent reason.

Jiang Zhihe was wearing a black woolen coat, with some white cardigan sweater exposed from the neck up, and Gu Ran sat down next to him with a dazed expression, beside Jiang Zhihe, quietly.

After a while, there was the sound of a plastic bag slamming next to it. Gu Ran followed his gaze to look at it, and the first thing that caught his eye was a pair of white fingers with well-articulated joints, half covered by black woolen sleeves. The red-covering coral bracelet, as he untied the hand that was twisted into a knot by Gu Ran, coral pearls hung down faintly.

Gu Ran was fascinated by watching, Jiang Zhihe had already taken out the hot soup dumpling and two cups of coconut milk in a transparent box.

He tore off the packaging of the disposable chopsticks, opened them on both sides with his hands, and then handed them to Gu Ran who was confused: "You can eat."

Gu Ran didn't understand what the situation was, Jiang Zhihe could knock down all his thoughts and constructions with a single word or movement.

In the final analysis, it is still me? I am not reconciled.

Jiang Zhihe didn't start eating, he picked up a small straw and plunged it into a cup, and placed it on the table in front of Gu Ran.

While meditating, Gu Ran picked up the soup dumpling with chopsticks and stuffed it randomly into his mouth. The tip of his tongue covered the outer layer of the dough and his teeth bit down. The hot soup flowed out in an instant, which made Gu Ran's tongue ache. Little His face was flushed, and he hurriedly covered his lips with his hands, for fear that if he was not careful, he would spray Jiang Zhihe in the face.

He was eating too much, covering his mouth with both hands, frowning, Jiang Zhihe put down the disposable chopsticks that had not been taken apart, hooked the back of his neck with his left hand and brought it to his side, and put his right hand in front of him .

"Spit it out."

Gu Ran shook his head with wet eyes, the tip of his tongue was numb from the pain, but he didn't want to spit out Jiang Zhihe's hand, it was too dirty.

Jiang Zhihe frowned lightly, withdrew his hand hooking the back of his neck and pinched his cheek instead, squeezed hard, Gu Ran almost couldn't stop spraying.

He quickly turned his head and vomited in the aisle.

There was no hot soup in his mouth, and dense tingling pain filled his entire mouth.

Gu Ran looked at a small puddle of dirt on the ground, and thought he was so stupid, why didn't he spit it out, he had to keep it in his mouth.

He looked back at Jiang Zhihe, and wanted to open his mouth to say it was okay, but Jiang Zhihe approached quietly: "Open your mouth."

Gu Ran met? His face was close at hand, dizzy, he felt? Like a tumbler that was filled with heat and inflated, shaking from side to side, with his heart hanging in mid-air, unable to fall, he had to... endlessly spinning.

Jiang Zhihe seemed dissatisfied with his dazed expression, and raised his hands to pinch his cheeks on both sides, forcing him to open his mouth.

His lips were bright red, and the breath he exhaled was very hot. Jiang Zhihe's eyes were darkened, and he stopped five centimeters away from his lips: "Stick out the tip of your tongue."

Gu Ran's hand was still resting on the edge of the desk, and the fingers hanging under the edge of the desk were tightly clenched, a thin layer of wet sweat oozing from the palm.

His body was tense and his breath was heavy. When Jiang Zhihe leaned over, he even thought that Jiang Zhihe was going to kiss him.

He knew it was not, but he was still dreaming soberly.

The tip of Gu Ran's tongue timidly sticks out half of the small hole, and there is a layer of small red spots on it, and there is also a very small white wound.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Zhihe asked? Him.

"It doesn't hurt." Gu Ran replied in a vague voice, his eyes were clear and beautiful after being washed by water mist.

Jiang Zhihe moved closer to him again, and stretched out his index finger to gently scratch the tip of his tongue. Jiang Zhihe didn't respond, but Gu Ran withdrew the tip of his tongue like an electric shock, raised his hand suddenly, and knocked him over. I drank the coconut milk that stood on the edge of the table.

Coconut juice rolled down the side of the table, and the warm milky white liquid inside dripped and poured to the surroundings.

Jiang Zhihe withdrew his fingers in a timely manner, picked up the coconut milk cup and stood aside, took out the paper towel from the desk and began to wipe it. Gu Ran also had a reaction, and quickly squatted down to wipe it together.

A few students in the classroom who were doing their homework? They just looked up and glanced at them, and then continued to write test papers and exercise books with their heads down.

Coconut juice spilled on the off-white ceramic floor? No matter how you wipe it with a paper towel? It can't be wiped clean.

A gust of cold wind leaked in from the classroom window, and the sky gradually became brighter. Several students gradually entered the classroom.

Gu Ran was flustered and wiped carelessly. Jiang Zhihe lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous, because they accidentally touched their fingers several times.

The palms and the backs of the hands, which were covered with coconut juice, touched each other for a brief moment, and then separated silently.

Gu Ran couldn't tell whether the heart beating violently, rising and falling in his chest was for the frequent contact with Jiang Zhihe inadvertently, or for the contentment of unwilling feelings.

Ji Lin is very comfortable today, his left leg is shaking constantly, and he is holding a ballpoint pen in his right hand and turning around.

"I think the weather is really nice today?"

Gu Ran complained silently in his heart, because everyone could tell that there was death outside.

Ji Lin continued to wander in a happy mood?

"Xiao Ran, your clothes are really nice? Look."

"It was bought at a discount..."

"The glass you drink from is so exquisite in appearance."

"This is Yibao..."

"Your lips are particularly bright red today."

"It's hot..."

Gu Ran took a sip of ice water to relieve the pain, and looked at Ji Lin with a speechless face: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything." Ji Lin rolled out two strands of hair that had been cut short yesterday, smiled and said, "Isn't it the end of the exam, are you in a good mood?"

"Happy, happy."

"Yesterday's test paper was really simple. I finished it after just a few swipes."

Gu Ran really didn't want to talk, the inside of the tip of his tongue throbbed and hurt, even breathing was tingling.

He poked out his tongue and poured cold water on Ji Lin: "What are you so proud of, after? After two days of grades, you have to go to school? Evening self-study."

The cold water didn't splash on Ji Lin's body, but it made him happier. He didn't want to stay in an empty villa in the first place, so it would be better to stay in the school? To have more fun.

Ji Lin shook his head and shook his head for a while. The more he thought about it, the more he felt comfortable. He rolled his eyes and stretched out his arm to pat Mo Xiaoyu on the back.

Mo Xiaoyu's grades have always been better than the two of them, but since Gu Ran came back from rebirth, he has been asking Jiang Zhihe to help make up lessons, and his academic performance has even been much better than hers.

Gu Ran and Ji Lin haven't seen her look good since the morning self-study, the latter is good? Things, seeing that she didn't turn around and took pictures endlessly, gloated and said, "Mo Xiaoyu, didn't you pass the exam? Ah, you're at the bottom. Alright."

Mo Xiaoyu glanced sideways at Ji Lin, and said coldly, "I can't do what you wanted, and you did well in the exam."

"Hey." Ji Lin smiled? Laughed?: "Then who are you trying to scare with your face? This wicked thing."

With a blank expression on his face, Mo Xiaoyu grabbed the Chinese textbook on the table and threw it on his head. Ji Lin groaned in pain in an instant: "You are so fucking meow!"

"You deserve it." Mo Xiaoyu withdrew his hand, turned around and lay down on the table, without saying a word, his round eyes fixed on the girl with loose long hair in front of her.

Gu Ran wrapped himself up in the white down jacket, arched his face affectionately inside, trying to avoid the noisy bluffing, and hid in the black cotton jacket, seeking for purity.

Ji Linfen didn't want to do what he wanted, so he pulled him out of the down jacket and continued to babble: "Xiao Ran, please help me see if my head is swollen, it hurts so much."

"No swelling." Gu Ran hummed.

"You didn't even look at it!" Ji Lin grabbed his arm and shook it.

Gu Ran couldn't bear it any longer, took a sip of the tingling pain from the tip of his tongue, touched the textbook on the desktop and knocked on his head: "Be quiet."

Ji Lin pursed his lips and let go of his paws, silently enduring the 'loneliness'.

The atmosphere in the last row was very harmonious, quiet and indescribably weird.

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket vibrated twice, then fell silent again. Ji Lin glanced at Gu Ran's unlocking interface out of the corner of his eye, and stretched his neck curiously to peek.

Gu Ran covered it sideways to prevent him from seeing it, and then clicked on WeChat to check the information.

"After school? Wait for me."