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Wen Tian was confused for a moment, pursed his lower lip, and said softly after a while: "But, it's only ten minutes away from the apartment building..."

The implication is that there is no need to pick him up like this.

Even minors who don't have the ability to take care of themselves can walk back by themselves on such a path.

Jiang Jing lowered her eyebrows, took the book from Wen Tian's arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I said yesterday that I would take you to buy biscuits, do you want any more?"

Wen Tian was stunned, licked his lips, and said in an unpromising way: "No, no."

As if afraid of Jiang Jing's repentance, he raised his eyes, warmed his ears, and said slowly and emphatically: "You must mean what you say."

"Well, it counts."

Jiang Jing lowered her meager eyelids, not looking at the gazes from her surroundings, "Let's go."

Wen Tian was still a little angry.

He walked forward with a sullen face, and Jiang Jing didn't bother him, walking with long legs, always half a step away from him.

In the process, I consciously bought something, and followed Wen Tian with a heavy bag.

Wen Tian secretly glanced at the things in the bag, and felt relieved when he saw what he wanted to see.

Back to the apartment building with Jiang Jing.

The night was dark and everything was still.

It was almost one o'clock in the middle of the night for Qu Yu to finish the celebration banquet.

He drank some wine, his eyes were cloudy with alcohol, and his eyes were a little red, but he walked steadily.

The road was not completely deserted. Under a street lamp, there stood a man on the phone.

The man was wearing a well-fitting suit, with a restrained temperament, as elegant as jade.

Qu Yu only glanced sideways, then looked away.

The surroundings are completely quiet, and you can catch any slight movement. When passing by the man, Qu Yu clearly heard him talking to the person on the communicator.

"Who told you that I am special to Wen Tian, ​​just a little bitch, does he deserve it?"

The footsteps stopped abruptly because of this sentence, and the slender young man turned his head, and the lonely and dark cold air flashed in his eyes, and said in a bad tone: "What did you say?"

Shen Zhixu was stunned for a moment, looked at Qu Yu, said something hastily and hung up the phone.

When he turned his head to face Qu Yu, he rearranged his expression. He was used to being amiable in front of the students, and he still maintained his personality until now: "Student, why are you still staying outside so late? Go back to the dormitory."

Qu Yu looked at him coldly: "Why are you pretending to be stupid, you pretend I didn't hear?"

Shen Zhixu had a smile on his lips, as if he was looking at the ignorant students, and was extremely helpless: "What are you talking about..."

Qu Yu suppressed the rage that he was trying to endure, and stared at Shen Zhixu for a while, then raised his long legs, and kicked his knee involuntarily.

Shen Zhixu didn't expect that some students would dare to attack him directly, their knees hit the broken stones, and the high-end custom-made trousers on their legs also had a tattered gap.

A little red blood flowed out from there, soaking the ground.

Shen Zhixu cursed in a low voice, bent his elbows to prop up his upper body, his mask of gentleness faded away, and he looked at Qu Yu as if he was looking directly at a dead object: "Are you sick?"

The two of them didn't know each other, and they beat him for no reason, either because of a mental illness or something.

Qu Yu didn't say a word, but punched down again.

Shen Zhixu's head slumped to the side suddenly, blood was spitting from the side of his mouth, and he lay on the muddy ground in a state of embarrassment, his chest heaving violently, and his panting sound was hoarse like a broken bellows.

Although he can be regarded as able to play, but after all, he is biased towards arts and sciences, and he is not enough to stand in front of Qu Yu, who has been practicing in the military academy all year round.

——Equivalent to the difference between chicken cubs and wolf dogs.

Shen Zhixu wiped away the blood foam around his mouth with his fingers, swallowed the rust-smelling saliva, and looked at Qu Yu with a very sad expression. After seeing Qu Yu's extremely cold face, his furious emotions dissipated quickly, and his ridicule aroused The corner of her lips seemed to have suddenly discovered some secret: "Do you like Wen Tian?"

Qu Yu's beating action stopped abruptly.

Knowing that he was right, Shen Zhixu's tone slowed down, as if he had regained control of the situation, and said in a neutral way: "He is indeed very beautiful, and he is also very good."

"It's just that he's not easy to get on. There are a bunch of men who fantasize about him, and they protect him and speak for him like you are doing now."

"Like a pug."

With a bang, an uncontrollable kick kicked him hard on the back.

Shen Zhixu hummed uncontrollably, eating a piece of dry, fishy soil in his mouth.

Qu Yu trampled Shen Zhixu under his feet, his eyes were extremely terrifying, as cold as a dead well, he picked up his back collar with his left hand, closed his pale and slender fingers, and rained down on Shen Zhixu's face.

Shen Zhixu spat out blood almost instantly, and there were already several scoops of blood dripping on the ground below his mouth.

Eyelids were covered with blood, and he could barely open a small slit. Shen Zhixu didn't howl to show weakness. On the contrary, he sneered and said: "I can't figure it out, he is so stupid, he can only hold one face, what do you like?" He what?"

"You help him like this now, does he know? Even if he knows, would he be willing to kiss you?"

"You're so obsessed with him. Has he ever looked at you?"

Shen Zhixu didn't know whether he was talking about himself or Qu Yu, and threw it sentence after sentence, trying to destroy Qu Yu's psychological defense.

Qu Yu was in a daze for a moment in the question of "willing to kiss you", lowered his eyelids, and really thought about the possibility.

How does it feel to kiss Wen Tian?

Should be very comfortable.

Holding the man in his arms with his slender waist, prying open the swollen lips, forcing him to swallow his own things, physiological tears flowed from the corners of his red eyes, and finally cried so hard that he could only hold him softly with trembling fingers. Beg for mercy.

Qu Yu closed his eyes, took a breath, and said coldly, "Why are you talking so much nonsense, please be quiet."

Qu Yu shook off the blood that was flowing between his fingers, squinted his eyes a little, and with personal grievances, his pale and slender right hand with hard fingers hit the corner of Shen Zhixu's mouth.

Shen Zhixu's cheekbones were bruised and purple, his eyes were blinded by blood mist, his neat collar was dripping with blood, and the veins on the back of his hands were stretched, looking at Qu Yu through the warm liquid.

Every time he hit back, he was crushed by more ruthless fists, and in the end Shen Zhixu lost his strength and fell limp on the ground, even the tips of his hair were dripping blood.

Secretary Shen, who is usually elegant and elegant, now has unwilling and resentful eyes, almost fainting, and bit the tip of his tongue and cursed: "...fuck, Wen Tian's dog."

"If you lick again, you won't be able to touch him."

The dormitory has access control, and Qu Yu climbed in through the wall.

Meng Chao was lying idle on the quilt, playing a game in his hand, and seeing Qu Yu come back, he blurted out and teased: "Isn't this our great hero, why don't you just sleep outside after playing so late..."

He stopped in the middle of speaking, frowned, and changed his reclining posture to sitting.

Qu Yu was filthy all over, as if she had rolled around in a pile of mud.

His whole body was dusty, with slight abrasions on his elbows and wrists, stains on his cuffs and hem, and an obvious bleeding wound on the back of his bony hand, which had solidified.

Meng Chao looked him up and down, frowned again, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't you go to the celebration banquet? That's how celebrations are done?"

Qu Yu leaned against the closet to change out the blood-stained shoes, breathed out the smell of alcohol wearily, and explained briefly: "There was a fight."

"You fight with someone else?"

Meng Chao is a bit strange, although Qu Yu has a bad temper, he rarely fights with others, one is because of laziness, and the other is because there are better ways, he usually instigates the group of dudes to teach others, which saves worry and effort.

Hands-on with others is uncommon.

Meng Chao lowered his head and moved the game character on the screen, "With whom?"

Qu Yu put on slippers, took a piece of clean clothes, and walked to the bathroom.

Boiling water flushed his face, and a voice came from the water: "It's called Shen or something. It's the secretary most loved by those omegas. I heard him scolding Wen Tian, ​​little bitch."

The hand playing the game suddenly stopped, Meng Chao raised his eyes, as if he had been touched by the scales, his sharp eyes instantly became cold, and the other two innocent roommates saw this, and silently turned down the sound of the optical brain.

Searching in his head, Meng Chao came up with a name: "Shen Zhixu?"

He often heard this name mentioned by his classmates, and he could say it after a little thought.

Qu Yu clicked his tongue, didn't have a good impression of this person, and replied impatiently: "Yes, a sanctimonious idiot...I'm annoyed that I just missed the point."

If it weren't for the security guards who heard the movement and intercepted it, and threatened to report criticism, Shen Zhixu might not be able to stand up now.

Qu Yu was not afraid of being informed, he had to be informed every few days in front of all the teachers and students of the school, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was commonplace.

He just didn't want Wen Tian to know, lest people misunderstand how much he likes her.

He just simply looked at Shen Zhixu's idiot - making him uncomfortable.

Meng Chao: "Where did you see him?"

Qu Yu washed the mud from his hands, and replied with a cold expression: "The trail at the school gate—where are you going?"

Meng Chao leaned against the roof of his mouth and laughed, with hostility in his eyebrows and eyes, he opened the door, and answered the wrong question: "Be smarter next time."

"How can beating someone let the other party know who you are?"

Today is the weekend, Wen Tian had planned a day's itinerary for himself, sleep for half a day to replenish his energy, read a book in the afternoon, and do something entertaining in the evening.

In the end, he didn't even fall asleep, so he was woken up by a phone call from Zhou Zeye: "Teacher, I've been away so many times, it's time for me to come."

The voice was muffled, like a stray dog ​​abandoned by its owner, with an aggrieved and lonely tone.

Wen Tian's eyes widened.

There have been a lot of things going on recently, Wen Tian had long forgotten about Zhou Zeye, now that he suddenly remembered this person, he felt a little guilty and a little distressed.

He hasn't even attended a class, how much money will be deducted from him.

Wen Tian lifted the quilt, put on slippers, and apologized in a low voice against his smothered face: "I'm sorry, wait for me, I'll be right there."

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home." Zhou Zeye bent his eyes with a happy expression.

Wen Tian got dressed and went out, took a taxi to the villa, greeted the nanny, and walked to the door of Zhou Zeye's room.

Zhou Zeye's room is in line with the current model of male high school students. The first sight is a co-branded basketball, a T-shirt with a logo, and the latest game equipment.

Wen Tian observed for a while, then pursed his lips and looked inside.

Zhou Zeye was leaning against the wall, a communicator was placed on the small round table in front of him, the screen was on, and there was a photo on it, with slender eyebrows and long eyelashes, bright red and slightly moist lips, wearing a clean and appropriate uniform, beautiful and fragile, as if slightly It will break if you touch it hard.

Wen Tian was startled.

...Where did Zhou Zeye get his photo?

And, it's weird.

Why do you want to see his picture?

Seeing him, Zhou Zeye unhurriedly turned off the communicator, and said in a cheerful voice, "Teacher, when did you come?"

Wen Tian's pretty face was stained with powder, and said embarrassingly, "I just came here."

Wen Tian is very white, so white that even a slight change is very obvious. Zhou Zeye watched his face slowly turn red, his fingers curled up nervously, and he looked ashamed as if he wanted to run but couldn't.

"Teacher?" Seeing him standing there in a daze, Zhou Zeye lowered his voice and called.

Wen Tian was called back to his senses by him, and he said "hmm" in a panic, with a blushing face, and sat down on the carpet dawdly, and put the textbooks on the round table.

Zhou Zeye looked at him sideways, "Teacher, don't you want to ask?"

Wen Tian's eyelashes trembled again and again, not daring to look around, staring at the textbook and stuttering: "Ask, what are you asking?"

"Ask me why I have a picture of you - did you just see it?"

Zhou Zeye's eyes fluttered, and he said sincerely: "Teacher, you are already famous in our school."

The photos in his communicator were saved from the school's anonymous forum.

The anonymous forum of their school not only has gossip from the school, but also often digs out news from other schools. It is so rich that it is clear what beautiful omega, single alpha, etc., and there are veterans in it to analyze whether they are sleeping well or not. What is the probability of .

Wen Tian has the most hot posts in the forum.

Because she looks pretty.

In order to let Wen Tian know what "famousness" is, Zhou Zeye dug out the forum and put it in front of him.

Wen Tian lowered his curled eyelashes, pursed his lips slightly and looked over.

There are a lot of posts on the forum, among them is a tall building with a photo, which is uploaded in a few seconds——

[I used to think he was a twat, ever since I accidentally touched his hand, it was so soft that my soul flew away, and his little face was always in my mind at night]

[It looks pretty pure, but it's hard to say whether it's pure or not in private. Has anyone tried it? ]

[I heard that he is very conservative, I wonder if he would slap me in anger when I ask him if there is too much water hahahaha]

[He's from a military academy, he's several years older than you, a bunch of slutty fools]

[What do you know upstairs, it's more exciting to be familiar with it]

Go too far and go too far, but no one came out to stop it.

The advantage of anonymous forums is that you don't have to be responsible for your words and deeds, and there will be no idlers to call the police.

Zhou Zeye quite agrees with one point of view, it is indeed more exciting to be familiar, especially like Wen Tian, ​​who is purer than them even though they are a few years older.

Wen Tian has a small frame, and his whole body is soft and small.

The mouth must be soft too, even softer when the kiss is swollen.

When being held in the arms of a hot-blooded high school student, he should be crying and breaking down, calling him an asshole in a low voice, afraid of being discovered by others, and begging for mercy in a hoarse voice after being bullied: "Can, can you go somewhere else."

Zhou Zeye was going crazy just thinking about it.

Wen Tian saw that the eye circles and ears were red, and he pushed the communicator away with trembling hands, blushing and fooling: "I don't want to watch it, you still, can't you go to class..."

"Come on. But teacher, there is a question I want to know too. Can you answer me first?"

Wen Tian was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth slightly, and said in a low voice, "What's the problem?"

Zhou Zeye breathed a little more heavily, and moved a little, his obviously much wider palm pressed Wen Tian's hand under it, and his thin lips moved to Wen Tian's small face, as if he wanted to kiss him.

Wen Tian's face turned pale in an instant, his eyes were helpless and he withdrew his hand hastily, and the next second he heard Zhou Zeye's anxious and selfish question.

"...Teacher, do you have enough water?"

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