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Wen Tian was startled, his expression dull and dazed.

"Is this..."

Then this little monster is still pretty good, and he will comfort him when he cries. He used to look at monsters with tinted glasses.

Jiang Jing hummed, and glanced at the mental body that kept arching: "—Come down."

The two words worked very well, the monster stopped, reluctantly getting off Wen Tian's body.

Wen Tian was finally able to catch his breath, and touched the monster's head for the first time, seeing the monster jumping happily, Wen Tian stood up.

With red lips exhaling slightly, Wen Tian raised his face: "Admiral, I'm going to sleep."

"Well, let's go."

Wen Tian nodded his head and walked towards the room.

Jiang Jing lowered her eyes and glanced at the spiritual body, then raised her eyebrows slightly.

Wen Tian finished his morning class the next day and went to the cafeteria with his books in his arms to get lunch. The communicator suddenly vibrated slightly. It was not a message from anyone, but a reminder from a software app.

[Customer service of Tujia.com: Hello, there is a customer who would like to ask you about the specific matters of making up lessons. If it is convenient for you, I will ask the customer to contact you later]

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that some time ago, in order to make money, he submitted his resume on the tutoring website. Since he didn't report any hope, he didn't care about it after putting it up.

I didn't expect that someone would actually find him.

There are many kinds of items in the military school examination, one of which is called "Fiji language", which is the common language of the entire planet, and the key examination subject for the school's admission.

Although Wen Tian's physical strength is not good, he is excellent in this subject. It was because of his high score in this subject that he was admitted to the military academy.

He told the customer service that it was convenient for him, and not long after, a strange call came.

"Hello, is this the Fiji teacher?" The caller's voice was gentle and graceful, and he sounded about 40 years old.

Wen Tian squeezed the communicator, blinked, a little unaccustomed to the title teacher, "Yes."

The other side first said hello, and then sighed heavily, as if suppressing the vicissitudes of life that had been destroyed for a long time.

Wen Tian was stunned: "What's the matter? Is there any difficulty?"

The woman sighed again, and explained her situation embarrassingly: "The situation here is a bit special. The child is unwilling to make up lessons and has a bad temper, but his grades are too bad, so he can't do it without making up."

Wen Tian hummed softly, expressing his understanding: "It's okay, I can talk to him, if it really doesn't work, we'll talk about it later."

The woman's face turned from cloudy to sunny: "That's great. If we have time, let's meet and discuss in detail. The price can be negotiated, and I will try my best to satisfy it."

"Ok."

After hanging up the phone, the location was sent quickly, and the location was near Huaji Building. Wen Tian was shocked when he saw it.

It is well known that the world of the rich is the cradle of capitalists, and there are basically no poor people.

Wen Tian arrived at the destination according to the location.

The client lives in a villa, and the surrounding buildings have been refurbished. There are many green plants, cicadas are constantly singing, and the road paved with bluestone bricks is not covered with much dust.

He was led into the living room by the family's nanny, and saw the woman on the phone and the rebellious child she said.

——Zhou Zeye.

Zhou Zeye is tall, about 1.8 meters seven, with headphones hanging around his neck, and his whole body is full of trendy brands. Although his back is facing Wen Tian, ​​Wen Tian can still tell from his tense shoulders that he is very interested in please. The tutoring thing is impatient, even repulsive.

Wen Tian pursed her lower lip, thinking that the list might be yellowish.

The woman looked at Wen Tian in embarrassment, and said to Zhou Zeye in the room: "Xiao Ye, you might want to learn after you talk to the teacher."

Zhou Zeye was playing games in the room without turning his head, "Let him come in and put some medicine on my leg first, then I might be in the mood to chat with him."

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment: "Do you take medicine?"

With guilt on her face, the woman explained: "Xiaoye's leg was scalded a few days ago, and now he has to apply medicine every day."

stab-

Zhou Zeye took off his earphones and walked out of the room, "Will you help me?"

Wen Tian was not sure whether Zhou Zeye was humiliating in disguise, or simply wanted him to help.

He thought the former was more likely, because Zhou Zeye didn't seem to want to make up lessons.

...Do you hate him and want to give him a blow?

When Wen Tian was thinking, Zhou Zeye caught a glimpse of him, and his expression suddenly paused.

Very white, Zhou Zeye has never seen a boy who is whiter than Wen Tian, ​​not only white but also very beautiful.

The boy curled his fingers at this moment and said nervously to him, "Well, can we talk?"

Zhou Zeye stared at Wen Tian for a few seconds, then licked his dry lips, "What else is there to talk about, just sign the contract."

Wen Tian: "?"

Not only Wen Tian, ​​but also Zhou Zeye's mother was dumbfounded. In the first few minutes, Zhou Zeye was still in a state of refusing to communicate, and countless tutors were turned away.

Zhou Zeye moved his eyes to the woman, "Mom, are you still staring?"

Zhou Zeye's mother came back to her senses, she was ecstatic, and hurriedly urged Wen Tian to discuss matters, and Wen Tian just signed the contract in a daze.

When Wen Tian wrote the last stroke on the paper, Zhou Zeye bent his eyes and said with a bright smile: "The contract is signed, can the teacher give me a medicine? It's not convenient for me."

Except for his bluffing height, Zhou Zeye still has the shadow of a high school student. He looks obedient and harmless, without any aggression. He is like the little milk dog circulating on the Internet. yes.

Wen Tian was dazed by his sudden change of attitude, he was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "Yes, then you can sit down first."

We still need to get along with each other in the future, Wen Tian doesn't want to conflict with Zhou Zeye for the time being.

Zhou Zeye sat on the chair according to the words, Wen Tian curled his fingers, bent his knees and squatted down, and slowly lifted up the creases of Zhou Zeye's trousers.

Zhou Zeye rested his right elbow on the table, straightened his long legs and let Wen Tian move. Wen Tian lowered his head slightly, and carefully lifted his trousers to avoid his wound.

The fingers of omega are soft and soft, the lips are slightly puffed, and the lips are small, which is very suitable for sucking.

Zhou Zeye stared at his mouth for a while, his throat slipped, and he suddenly felt thirsty.

Uncontrollably, his head lowered a little bit slowly, Wen Tian suddenly raised his head, put his pure face on it, and asked in a low voice, "Where is the ointment?"

Zhou Zeye choked for breath, and suddenly woke up, "I'll get it for the teacher."

With the movement of turning his head to open the table and cabinet, Zhou Zeye lost his composure for a moment.

This is the first time for a high school student with eyes above the top and who never puts others in his eyes, to have an obscene idea, or to an omega who looks like a waste.

It's been too long since he's had meat.

Hunger does not choose food.

Zhou Zeye hid the complexities in his eyes, took out the ointment for burns from the cabinet, and handed it to Wen Tian.

Wen Tian took it and unscrewed the cap, squeezed out some moist paste, and covered Zhou Zeye's scar.

Wen Tian has a small frame, and his shoulders are not too wide. When his upper body leaned forward, his collar fell down. Zhou Zeye naturally saw his sunken and delicate collarbone and two sharp points.

Slight drumming, hanging people's sight.

Zhou Zeye's throat rolled, and with thoughts that he couldn't explain clearly, he said something by accident: "Teacher, yours is pink."

Wen Tian tilted his head in confusion, followed his words and asked, "That?"

Zhou Zeye tapped his chest with his fingertips, and with a pair of pure black eyes, he asked, "No one else is this color, only the teacher is pink, why?"

Wen Tian: "..."

Wen Tian understood and was a little speechless.

Although Zhou Zeye's expression was sincere and nothing else was involved, Wen Tian still felt very offended.

How could you ask him such a question without blushing and heart beating.

"Teacher?" Seeing that he was silent, Zhou Zeye called again.

Wen Tian's ears turned red, he pressed his lower lip tightly, and held back for a long time before saying, "How do I know?"

Zhou Zeye seemed to be injured, the corners of his mouth were puckered, and he was as pitiful as a dog, "Teacher, didn't you say on the tutoring website that you can answer everything?"

"I'm talking about the Fiji language, and I can answer it without saying anything else." Wen Tian held back his embarrassment, "You, you better learn."

The last sentence is very educational, but Wen Tian is too obedient, and he can't hold up any airs in front of tall high school students.

The smile on Zhou Zeye's lips deepened, and he stopped asking, "Teacher, you have to come early on weekends, I'll be waiting for you."

Wen Tian didn't know why he suddenly became so eager to learn, but he still whispered: "Okay."

Zhou Zeye squinted at the vibrating communicator on the table, raised his head and said to Wen Tian: "It's getting late, teacher wait for me outside first, I'll take you downstairs after answering the phone."

Wen Tian answered with a blink of an eye, and as soon as he walked out the door, the arc of Zhou Zeye's mouth became straight instantly, the stickiness in front of Wen Tian just now disappeared, and now his eyebrows and eyes were extremely indifferent.

The slender fingers tapped the connect button, and passed the communicator to the ear, "Hello."

There were cheers and shouts from the communicator, as well as the sound of the ball going into the basket, mixed with a friend's question: "I just finished playing, I thought you should be at home now, what did you do when you saw your mother?" Did you hire a tutor? A, O, or beta?"

"Omegas."

"Grass, isn't that cool, how does it look?"

Zhou Zeye tiptoed, tilted his chair up, and replied, "You don't look smart, you look more like a high school student than me."

"But it's pretty."

Friends seldom hear him praise others. Zhou Zeye's own conditions are very good. He is a sports student, good-looking, rich and rich, and his height is so superior that he can't look down on others, let alone praise someone who has nothing to do with him.

It is less likely than a sow climbing a tree.

The friend's face was surprised, and he said: "No way, you like this type?"

Zhou Zeye squinted his eyes and thought of the Omega outside again.

That omega's whole body was either white or pink, beyond his stereotyped impression and framework of boys, he spoke in a low voice, and when he asked him questions, he had to pause for a few seconds before answering slowly. The strange thing was that he could always make people wait patiently.

"I don't like stupid ones, but I don't hate them that much."

After Zhou Zeye made the phone call, he sent Wen Tian to the gate of Huaji Building.

Near the side of the road, when Wen Tian was about to take a taxi, he accidentally sprained his foot, his pretty face was completely white, his lips were bitten out, and it seemed that the pain was not light.

Zhou Zeye frowned, and asked anxiously, "Did you twist your foot?"

Wen Tian was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he looked at his right foot with foggy eyes, it was red all over.

Zhou Zeye had a worried expression on his face, "I probably won't be able to walk here. Teacher, where is your home address? I'll send you back."

Wen Tian was somewhat defensive, so he took a small breath, shook his head and refused, "No need, I'll just ask a friend to pick me up."

A trace of fear flashed in Zhou Zeye's eyes, but he recovered quickly, and said obediently, "Okay, then I'll wait for my teacher and friend to come before leaving. Let's sit on the chair first."

Wen Tian whispered thank you, was helped to sit on the bench by the side of the road, took out the communicator and sent a message to Jiang Jing.

Wen Tian: General, can you come to Huaji Building to pick me up, I can't walk anymore

After waiting for about 10 minutes, there was no movement from Jiang Jing's side. He must be busy. Wen Tian didn't want to disturb Jiang Jing's work, so he sent another "no need".

He pursed his lips and thought for a while, copied the text message just now, changed the title, and sent it to Qu Yu.

This time he got a quick reply, and Qu Yu told him to wait obediently where he was.

When Qu Yu came, he was accompanied by Meng Chao.

They were wearing sports T-shirts, and their foreheads were still wet with sweat. They obviously came here in a hurry after receiving a message while they were playing.

Qu Yu saw Wen Tian sitting on the bench from afar, "What's wrong with your feet."

Wen Tian's eye circles were wet and red, and his eyelashes were slightly sticky. He choked up and said, "I accidentally twisted it just now."

Wen Tian was wearing canvas shoes, his calves were very thin, and the slightly protruding bare bones covered by the snow-white socks were obviously swollen a lot, and he froze there and couldn't move.

Qu Yu frowned, and said harshly, "Are you a pig? Three-year-olds can walk better than you."

Wen Tian buried his head and did not speak.

His expression was so pitiful that the three men couldn't help but approach him and ask him if he was okay.

This scene is actually very strange, all three are over 1.8 meters tall, enclosing Wen Tian, ​​making him petite and small.

Wen Tian shrank his shoulders and said softly, "It doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Zhou Zeye propped his hands on his knees, glanced at his swollen place, and said: "When you get back, apply an ice pack and don't walk around."

Wen Tian nodded obediently.

Only then did Qu Yu notice Zhou Zeye.

Just now I thought it was a passerby, but now hearing his tone, it doesn't look like him at all.

Qu Yu's face turned black, she gritted her teeth and asked, "Wen Tian, ​​is this your new man?"

Wen Tian: "?"

Qu Yu said in a bad tone, "You still need to find a few more, do you think two are too few?"

It was too loud, Wen Tian's fingers on the chair trembled, and he stammered, "No, no, I didn't look for it..."

Wen Tian is a person with a high moral bottom line, very obedient, he has never thought about finding several men at the same time.

I also don't understand why Qu Yu is so fierce to him.

It was just fine.

"Now I'm playing high school students. I really underestimated you before. You have covered a lot."

Qu Yu's tone was fairly steady, in fact she was about to explode, she almost pointed at Wen Tian's nose and scolded, but seeing Wen Tian's helpless expression, she couldn't say anything.

He glanced at Zhou Zeye, who had an innocent expression on his face, his face was so dark that he couldn't tell whether it was jealousy or something else.

Meng Chao stood up to smooth things over, "Forget it, let's take him back first."

Just as Meng Chao was about to help Wen Tian, ​​a beautiful arm with slightly bulging veins stretched out before him.

That hand held Wen Tian's back collar and pulled him up. The owner of the hand had no emotion on his face, and his thin lips parted slightly: "No need, I'll just take it."

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two too conservative