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"Zhou Zeye, I, I am a teacher..."

Wen Tian's expression was dazed and dull, he bit his lip slightly, and tremblingly finished the slightly warning words, his ears were red to the point of bleeding, and he tried to sit up with trembling fingers.

Zhou Zeye responded vaguely, and said with great face: "Well, I know, it's just a question, did it scare you?"

Wen Tian's eyes were reddened, and Zhou Zeye's question made him sweat slightly.

He lifted his wet eyes and whispered extremely fast: "You are still young, so don't go to these forums in the future, it will spoil you."

It is very serious, persuading him as a few years older, even if the other party who was persuaded just now asked such a question.

Zhou Zeye stared at Wen Tian for a long time, his Adam's apple slipped, and said inexplicably, "I haven't seen anyone like Teacher."

Wen Tian still didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Zeye shook his head, but did not answer. The corner of his mouth was smiling again. He really looked like a young and lively student, shining brightly and easily bringing vitality to the outside world.

Wen Tian was a little puzzled by him, so he pursed his lips.

Zhou Zeye had never seen someone like Wen Tian, ​​who seemed to have no temper and let others rub him down.

If he is unhappy, he has a hundred ways to express his anger, such as slamming the door and telling him that he will never come again, or hitting him, even if the damage to him is close to nothing.

In short, it shouldn't be like this, sticky, and still thinking about educating him.

Wen Tian didn't know what Zhou Zeye was thinking.

But he didn't want to get so close to Zhou Zeye, so he moved forward pitifully and crawled a little farther.

It's a pity that he didn't climb a few steps before he was grabbed by Zhou Zeye's much wider hand and held it firmly in the palm of his hand.

Wen Tian turned his head to the side, startled and confused: "Zhou Zeye?"

Zhou Zeye pulled his wrist, pulled out a piece of paper from the table, and said in a natural tone, "Teacher's hands are covered in dust, didn't I notice?"

When he said this, his expression was very natural, like a classmate who was eager to help.

Wen Tian lowered his head in a daze, and saw that his hands were dirty with a few streaks of dust, and he didn't know when he rubbed them.

Dazed for a moment, he wanted to withdraw his hand: "No need, I will do it myself..."

Of course Zhou Zeye would not listen to him.

Wen Tian's two hands were held pitifully, the entire back of the hand and the wrist were covered by his big hand, and it was rubbed red from inside to outside.

"Okay, it's pretty clean."

Seeing that there was no response, Wen Tian frowned and said again: "Hey, Zhou Zeye..."

Zhou Zeye didn't seem to hear it.

Wen Tian squeezed his legs together awkwardly, feeling that he was being grabbed by a boy so much younger than him and couldn't move. He was somewhat ashamed and embarrassed. His toes in white cotton socks were curled up, and his lips were red like smashed juice.

Zhou Zeye's eyes were dim, and his grip on Wen Tian eased a little. He bit the tip of his tongue and secretly warned himself that he could not scare Wen Tian.

Otherwise, Wen Tian would not come here in the future.

Zhou Zeye never thought that he would be afraid of not being able to see anyone, Wen Tian was the first to make him think this way.

High school students are indeed full of energy and can't use it up, but before meeting Wen Tian, ​​Zhou Zeye only solved it once a week or two. After meeting Wen Tian, ​​he wanted to scratch his head.

Think of his thin and straight legs, think of his slow and soft tone when he speaks, even dream of Wen Tian's beautiful and delicate face.

...he hadn't been like this before.

Zhou Zeye is tall and long-legged, with good body proportions. He was born with a clothes hanger for walking, and he is outstanding in the sports school.Usually it was others who posted upside down, but he didn't like those people, let alone those who were skinny and too small.

According to his words, it is: "If you are so thin, you will feel sick when you touch it."

"And it looks unsightly."

At first glance, Wen Tian looks like the type he doesn't catch a cold. The average person in the sports school is over 180. Even if it's an omega, they all have long and slender legs that can reach his shoulders.

Zhou Zeye also felt that this was what he liked.

Unlike Wen Tian, ​​who is like a milk rabbit, without much meat, catching him is as easy as catching a small animal.

Zhou Zeye could have imagined that if Wen Tian fell into the hands of a group of burly and tall sports students in their school, he would be torn apart within two days.

So he hasn't figured out until now how he was fascinated by Wen Tian into such a stupid look.

Zhou Zeye was staring blankly, when the person in his arms suddenly turned his head and grabbed his sleeve with soft fingers, "Zhou Zeye, my hands hurt, can I stop wiping them?"

Zhou Zeye didn't hear what Wen Tian said, because at the moment he tilted his head, the tip of Wen Tian's soft hair brushed against his chin, bursts of fragrance came out from his fair neck, and hit the tip of his nose like mist, Zhou Zeye's temples They all agitated a few times.

Zhou Zeye has been pampered since he was a child, and others will bring him whatever he wants, even if he goes up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire.

He was even afraid that Wen Tian would not be angry because of his excessive behavior.

Zhou Zeye squinted his eyes depressedly.

This depression urgently needs to be vented, so he looked around, and finally his eyes stopped on the pink rabbit tail that someone gave him before.

Pausing for a moment, he pursed his lips and picked up the rabbit's tail, and under Wen Tian's puzzled eyes, he pinned it to the waistband of his trousers behind him with a paper clip.

During the few seconds when Zhou Zeye looked down to see if it was suitable, he seriously thought about whether there was something wrong with him, or whether he had been possessed by a ghost.

Otherwise, how could it be, just seeing a cheap decoration hanging on Wen Tian's body that would be boring at first glance, makes her blush and heartbeat.

Zhou Zeye's heartbeat was beating rapidly, his expression was almost uncontrollable, and he pointed at Wen Tian with his slender index finger, "This kind is easy to drop, and the plug-in type may be stronger. But the teacher is so cute, I have seen you before, bring a This is the most suitable."

"I'm praising you, aren't you happy?"

Wen Tian: "..."

Wen Tian didn't even want to go to class anymore, and wished he could cover his mouth so that he couldn't speak for the rest of his life.

With a flushed face, Wen Tian finally remembered the purpose of coming here, and struggled to give Zhou Zeye a lecture.

But Zhou Zeye didn't know if it was intentional. Every once in a while, he had to say "the teacher's voice is too low, I couldn't hear you clearly, can you tell me again", so Wen Tian had to repeat it.

After a while, he brazenly said: "Sorry, I just lost my mind, let's talk about it again", and asked Wen Tian to talk about it again with confidence and integrity.

The landlords who exploited the peasants did not go so far.

The originally agreed time of two hours was prolonged by Zhou Zeye for an hour and a half.

In the end Wen Tian lost his temper, and thought he gave Zhou Zeye a veiled look before leaving with his book in his arms.

Zhou Zeye rested his chin and had nothing to pretend to be. His inexperienced expression suddenly turned into indifference. His bright eyes reflected the back of Wen Tian downstairs. He didn't know what he thought of, so he snorted happily .

Wen Tian got off the car and had to walk a short distance to reach the apartment building.

Out of the alley is a short food street, with stalls selling snacks occupying both sides of the street.

There is a noodle restaurant that is obviously noisier than other restaurants. The small restaurant is crowded and full, and the business is booming. Wen Tian has also eaten there a few times, and the taste is really good.

The round table outside the store was surrounded by a group of burly and magnificent people, young and big, with a cold demeanor, either linked to the military academy or the sports school.

It is true, there are a few Wen Tian saw in the locker room of the training base last time.

Meng Dynasty is also among them.

He sat on a small bench with his long legs spread apart, his elbows on his knees and his head bowed to eat noodles.

The thin sports jacket was taken off and tied around his muscular waist. Wen Tian noticed that his hand holding the chopsticks was a bit unnatural, and there were several scabs on his thin knuckles, which were black and hideous.

Wen Tian originally wanted to take a detour, but someone with sharp eyes saw it and called him.

This group of people all looked at him, Wen Tian pursed his lips, embarrassed to walk away in this situation, he could only walk in front of them sullenly, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Meng Chao stopped eating noodles, held his chopsticks, his gaze rested on Wen Tian for a few seconds, and then he couldn't look away.

Wen Tian's eyes were covered with a beautiful luster, maybe it was too hot, and a little pink appeared at the end of the eyes.

His clothes have always been monotonous, and today he only wore a pair of pure white linen shorts. His ankle bones were too thin, and his cotton socks were loosely wrapped, as if they might fall off at any time.

The concave curvature of the waist is just right, and at the joint of the sunken and raised, a round and plush rabbit tail is pinned there, and a little pink edge can be seen from the gap between the two thin legs, dangling with the white legs.

There is no violation, coupled with that pitiful expression that seems to have done something wrong, it really looks like a rabbit.

Meng Chao pursed his lips tightly, and his entire back suddenly began to tingle uncontrollably.

As if he couldn't speak anymore, the phrase "Why did you go out with a tail" was stuck in his throat.

It wasn't until he heard someone "fuck" in a trance that Meng Chao hurriedly closed his eyelids and glanced to the side. A group of sports students had long been confused by the pretty kid in front of them.

Wen Tian didn't know why they looked at him like this, the plush feel of the rabbit's tail weakened its sense of existence, Wen Tian had long forgotten that there was a tail pinned to the back.

Naturally, he didn't know that the group of people in front of him was looking at him directly because of this.

Sports students have always been lacking in subtlety. If they like it, they like it, and if they don't like it, they don't like it. They don't bother to cover up and lie.

From the fiery eyes of them looking at Wen Tian, ​​it can be seen that they are interested enough in Wen Tian's outfit and himself.

Meng Chao wasn't sure why he was upset, the desire to curse was raging in his chest, he frowned and wanted to say something, when someone couldn't help but pull Wen Tian's wrist, "Would you like to come to my house later, just leave It's not far."

Wen Tian's face was a little dazed, he licked his lower lip in a daze, and asked in a soft voice: "What are you doing at your house?"

"You can do anything, anyway, you have nothing to do during the holidays, even if you live there, I welcome—"

The chopsticks were placed heavily on the table, Meng Chao's sharp face was tense, the corners of his mouth curled down, and his eyes were a little cold: "Don't be fussy, there are not enough people in the school for you to be flirtatious?"

"Just kidding, don't take it so seriously haha."

Meng Chao felt a little angry. In his eyes, inviting someone to his home without meeting him a few times was both cheap and shameless.

But in fact, he is now caught in a double-standard state where he can do it and others can't.

The "just" behavior of eagerly stopping the little boy's contact with others is actually similar in essence. They are all dizzy boys who are fascinated by Wen Tian, ​​and they don't want others to get ahead of them.

Meng Chaozheng was very angry, when suddenly a soft little hand was passed in front of him, holding a piece of clean toilet paper at the fingertips.

Meng Chao turned his head, facing the sports student's cold face, before he had time to change his tone: "What are you doing?"

Wen Tian's thin and pale face turned bloody, with a frightened expression on his face, his eyelashes trembled, and he whispered, "You have a nosebleed, wipe it off..."

The author has something to say:

How about a rabbit tail?

Kowtow to the family, I didn't expect that there are so many classes, I will try my best to hum when I have time.Then I wrote some fragments of the first world of cannon fodder, interested Baozi can go and have a look~