Stop fishing, I'm hooked!

After one o'clock in the morning, after kneeling in the game all night, Liu Nanyou really couldn't stand it anymore, and fell asleep right after the game started.

With Liu Nanyou hanging up the phone, Qu Jin finally ended tonight's kneeling.

Liu Nanyou's hang-up is a 4V5 round, if he doesn't hang up the game will become 3V7, because Liu Nanyou was killed, Qu Jin must go to revenge.

If it was a sandman game, he would win for sure, but this is a tower pushing game, so the two of them didn't win all night.

Qu Jin was so excited that he won a game, he couldn't sleep.

Liu Nanyou breathed slowly, sleeping soundly with one hand on his pillow, a wild and tired cat, sleeping obediently and quietly.

Qu Jin got up and approached slowly, and kissed him on the face, the soft touch made him more greedy, and then gently kissed Liu Nanyou's lips.

Liu Nanyou snorted softly, turned her head away, and said softly and lowly with a sleepy voice, "Don't make trouble, you're sleepy."

Qu Jin stared at his sleeping face for a long time, turned over and lay on the bed staring at the roof, took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't suppress the throbbing.

I can only get up and go to the bathroom, while walking, scolding myself for being sick, and playing some games.

On New Year's Eve, the nannies and aunts were on vacation to reunite with their families, and Song Wei booked dinner at a nearby restaurant.

After returning, Song Wei and Xu Ru were preparing to make dumplings, Kong Lingxuan was a busy person in the family, running upstairs and downstairs, Liu Nanyou also had a task, and was responsible for watching Qu Jin and keeping him away from the kitchen, for fear that he would ruin the New Year's Eve celebration. dumpling.

There was the Spring Festival Gala in the living room, and Liu Nanyou didn't remember any of the shows. He only remembered that this Spring Festival was different from every Spring Festival he had had before. This year's self was the look he envied in previous years.

Originally, Song Wei and Xu Ru were planning to stay up all night, but in the early morning, neither of them could hold back and went upstairs to sleep.

Liu Nanyou was also sleepy, so he gave Qu Jin a push: "Go to sleep, I'm not going to visit relatives tomorrow."

Qu Jin was still full of energy, looked him up and down: "I'm not sleepy."

Liu Nanyouwo yawned again on the sofa, with tears in his eyes: "Then I'm going to sleep."

"You're not sleepy either." Qu Jin bent down to copy his legs.

Liu Nanyou dodged in fright, and glanced upstairs: "Don't make trouble."

It was impossible to stop making trouble, Qu Jin rushed over to grab him, and hugged him.

It was the first time someone hugged him like this, with his feet off the ground, which made him very insecure, his whole body was stiff, and he yelled at him with a low volume: "Put me down!"

"Don't shout, you will be heard." Qu Jin also threatened him with a cold face.

Liu Nanyou was quiet for a while, thinking that Qu Jin would let him go, who would have thought that this guy would just carry him upstairs.

Liu Nanyou was embarrassed and shy at the same time, the blush burned directly from his neck to his face, he hid but had nowhere to hide, and didn't dare to make a sound, buried his face in Qu Jin's arms, urging him to hurry up.

Qu Jin didn't let go of his intentions when he entered the bedroom, Liu Nanyou panicked: "It's here, let me go!"

"Hush!" Qu Jin kicked open the bathroom door...

Liu Nanyou came out of the bathroom, his face was still hot.

Standing in the bedroom with hands tied, he looked down at his fingers.

Looking at it, his brows were slightly frowned, and he avoided his sight in a panic, and the image of his finger inserted into Qu Jin's hair flashed uncontrollably in his mind.

The Adam's apple slipped, and the lingering heat on his face made him thirsty.

He was going to drink some cold water to cool down, but when he arrived at the door, Qu Jin happened to come out of the bathroom. He only had a towel around his waist, his hair was wet and not dried, a few locks of bangs fell on his forehead, and there were still lingerie hanging from the end of his hair. A little drop of water.

Liu Nanyou glanced at him hastily, and fled out of the bedroom.

Standing in the small living room on the second floor, he drank half a bottle of ice water before cooling down the heat on his face, and returned to the bedroom hesitantly.

Qu Jin leaned against the head of the bed, quietly watching him walk to the side of the bed.

There was a silent silence for a while, and Qu Jin couldn't help but tentatively opened his mouth: "Are you shy, or I help you...or I do that, you don't like it?"

"..." Liu Nanyou pulled the quilt and slipped to lie down beside the bed, covering it tightly from head to toe.

It was also the first time for Qu Jin to help others, and he had no experience, so he felt that he might have hurt him: "If you don't like it, I won't..."

Liu Nanyou grabbed Qu Jin's hand under the quilt, covered it in the quilt with a muffled voice: "No, it's me... I'm a little embarrassed."

Thinking of his reaction just now and when he was bullied hard, he couldn't help making a sound, and he thought it would be better to hide under the blanket.

Qu Jin smiled, and also got into the quilt: "Don't be shy, you just looked very..."

Liu Nanyou covered his mouth: "Don't talk! Go to sleep."

Qu Jin grabbed his fingertips and kissed him, and softly coaxed him: "I won't say anything, take the quilt away, don't fall asleep."

There are many relatives in Qu Jin's house, and there are also many relatives in Liu Nanyou. From the first day of the new year, the dinner party between the two of them was full, and it was not until the fifth day that it was considered quiet.

From the sixth day of the sixth day, Qu Jin had to start making up lessons again, and did not stay at Liu Nanyou's house on the fifth day.

The two of them were not the only ones who were reluctant to part. Before Song Wei left, she specifically told Xu Ru many times that when she came back from a business trip, the two of them made an appointment to go on a trip in a few days.

The year is over, and the last long vacation of high school is coming to an end, less than ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

Except for a few good relationship holidays, many people have not seen each other for nearly a month, and a group of people surrounded Sun Ning as if a pot was boiling in the classroom.

Zhou Huan watched him several times from front to back: "Tell me quickly, which shop do you get your hair cut in, and I will hide from it in the future."

Sun Ning has had an afro since high school, but he actually cut his hair during this holiday.

When he first entered the classroom, everyone didn't recognize him, thinking that he entered the wrong class.

Wang Hanhan stared at his new hairstyle inexplicably: "Do you have a grudge against that barber? Why did he want to retaliate against you like this?"

Sun Ning scratched the back of his head, reached out to borrow a mirror from her, and looked around: "Is it so ugly? I think it's okay."

Zhou Huan burst out laughing: "I know you don't have high demands on yourself, but I didn't expect the bottom line to be so low. Whoever cuts this hairstyle is stunned. You see how many inches there are in the whole school, and you can't think about it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Nanyou walked into the classroom carrying his schoolbag, and the eyes that were originally focused on Sun Ning turned to him in an instant, and it was his hairstyle to be precise.

After a few seconds of silence in the messy classroom, Wang Hanhan was the first to sigh: "Oh my God, Xueba also cut Sun Ning's same hairstyle!"

Han Miao at the table in front of her followed Liu Nanyou's footsteps with her eyes: "I take back what I said just now. It has nothing to do with hairstyle!"

Sun Ning looked in the mirror, looked at Liu Nanyou, went back and forth several times, and finally pushed the mirror to Wang Hanhan like it was hot: "Don't let me see the mirror again before my hair grows long."

"Sun Ning, switch seats, don't get so close to Xueba, there is no harm if there is no comparison." Zhou Huan smiled and lay down on the table.

Sun Ning twisted her body, with a sad expression on her face: "Xueba, why do you think you should cut your hair to match me if you are doing well? I am the clown in the scene of two people."

Liu Nanyou brushed her hair back from her forehead, looked at the expressions of the whole class, and smiled without straining: "My bangs are burnt, so I can't cut them short."

Sibaiyan happened to pass by the corridor and knocked on the door: "I heard you from afar hahaha, your class is the loudest on the first floor!"

On the first day of school, no one wanted to be carried out by him for surgery, so they all silently shut their mouths.

Sibaiyan stood at the door with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept over everyone, and when he finally saw Liu Nanyou, his eyes lit up: "I would like to praise Liu Nanyou! His hairstyle is cut in strict accordance with the school's grooming standards." .

Look at him, how handsome, neat, and energetic, the boys go out and get his hairstyle done when they have time, and I will go to class in two days..." From the time I opened the school, I was tired of talking about appearance. , but when he got the chance, he couldn't help but say it.

Amid Sibaiyan's call, Sun Ning stood up with resentful eyes.

Sibaiyan: "..." stared at him for two seconds: "When you cut your hair, you must ask a barber to cut it, and don't let an apprentice cut it." Then he closed the door and left.

After two seconds of silence, the class burst into wild laughter again.

Zhao Jingyuan and Qu Jin walked in one after the other, and they didn't stop laughing.

Zhao Jingyuan gestured for him to return to his seat, and stood in front of the podium himself: "Students, the vacation is over, take it easy, adjust your status as soon as possible, and devote your energy to your studies!"

The people below dragged their tunes and lazily responded.

Zhao Jingyuan sighed: "Don't think that you are only a sophomore in high school now, and there is still a long time before the college entrance examination, and you will have enough time, students, the time left for you is running out!"

Zhou Huan muttered in a low voice: "If you don't play now, you won't have a chance."

Zhao Jingyuan smashed a piece of chalk on his desk: "There was a meeting two days ago, and the school leaders discussed and decided! The third year of senior high school will assign a special training class, and there are only 40 places. Don't blame me for not reminding you now!"

The students in the front row raised their heads one after another, and the school committee was the first to sit still: "Teacher, when will the Peiyou class be transferred?"

"After the mid-term exams this semester, the first [-] years of the school year will enter the training, and there are still two months left before the full calculation. You can decide for yourself."

Liu Nanyou looked at Qu Jin subconsciously. Two months is too short. At the end of the last semester, Qu Jin's ranking was still outside the top [-] of the school year. It is impossible to break into the top [-] in two months.

And the further you go, the harder it will be.

Qu Jin kept his hands on the table, with a pen between his knuckles, turning it unconsciously.

Aware of his gaze, he also looked over.

The moment their eyes met, Qu Jin frowned uncontrollably, and seemed to have something to say, but seemed to have scruples, and finally only pursed his lower lip without opening his mouth.

Soon the other classes also knew the news, and the teachers in each class were more specific than Zhao Jingyuan.

The classrooms of the Peiyou class will be transferred to the building of the library, and in order to ensure the same work and rest, the dormitories will also be changed.

Liu Nanyou has been bored ever since he heard the news.

Until the end of self-study at night, on the way back, Liu Nanyou still didn't say a word, the two returned to the dormitory side by side, Liu Nanyou sat on his bed without saying a word...