Online dating is to wear a small skirt

Sheng Han really couldn't learn the lousy stuff of line generation.

Less than 5 minutes into the class, he died.

He rested his face on his forearm on the left side, his right cheek was crushed, his lips were slightly puckered, and there was a small slit in the middle.

Ji Lingzhou sat on Sheng Han's left.

Leaning on his chin with his left hand and holding a water-based pen between his right fingers, he listened to the class with a relaxed expression.

Their seats were on the left side, so whenever he looked at the blackboard, his eyes would inevitably flicker over the soft, moist lips.

The gaze stays for a moment each time.

Move away calmly.

His face was as usual, no one knew whether he was enjoying or suffering.

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Taking advantage of the professor turning his back to write on the blackboard, Ji Lingzhou bent his two slender fingers and touched Sheng Han's face with his knuckles, trying to wake him up.

The skin is delicate and white, soft and smooth.

If it wasn't for not wanting to take advantage of others, he really wanted to rub it for a while, then pinch it twice.

He has long since discovered that Sheng Han's skin has a special texture, a little pinch with a little force will turn into a red mark, and it will take a day or two to disappear.

But he never tried.

He was afraid that if he got out of control, he would leave traces all over his body.

"Why, itching," Sheng Han half-opened his eyes, and muttered in protest, "Don't bother me, your dad, &%￥..."

The sound became smaller and smaller, and soon fell asleep again.

Ji Lingzhou was angry and funny, but he really didn't call him anymore. He brushed his fingertips against his white forehead and pulled a hair out.

……

No response at all.

Ji Lingzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, and pulled another one.

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After the first half of class, there is a 5-minute break.

There seemed to be a switch in Sheng Han's body, he fell asleep in class, but after class, he was refreshed immediately.

He approached Ji Lingzhou: "I just had a dream."

Ji Lingzhou glanced at him.

The corners of the eyes were red and moist, the right cheek was pressed out of sleep marks, the hair was messed up in sleep, and he looked like he had been bullied.

Ji Lingzhou's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned to look at the table without focusing.

"Well, what a dream."

"I dreamed——" Sheng Han said mysteriously, "I was hung up."

Ji Lingzhou raised his eyes suddenly, his eyelids twitched unnaturally, and stared at him with unclear meaning: "Huh?"

Seeing that the other party was interested, Sheng Han immediately became interested in telling stories, covered his mouth and lowered his voice, and asked mysteriously, "How do you think you got hung up?"

"..."

Who dares to guess, it's wrong to guess.

Ji Lingzhou paused: "Hang like a ghost."

"Tch, that's really ugly and uninspired," Sheng Han curled his lips in disgust, "It's because the hair is hanging."

Ji Lingzhou: "..."

This must be even uglier, is the scalp still there?It hurts just thinking about it, and bloody.

Wait, hair?

Sheng Han held his top hair into a bunch, gestured and said, "That's it, it was tied up directly. My scalp still hurts twice, it seems like it came true."

Ji Lingzhou: "...Put a braid, it suits you."

"?" Sheng Han made up the picture in his brain, and frowned angrily, "What do you mean? You said I look like a four-year-old child?"

"How could it be?" Ji Lingzhou shook his index finger, "at most three years old."

Sheng Han: "???"

Are you arrogant?brother?

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Sheng Han just wanted to have a big fight with Ji Lingzhou when Professor Haidi entered the classroom.

He glared at Ji Lingzhou viciously, and made a gesture of wiping his neck, saying, "I'll settle the score with you after class."

Ji Lingzhou nodded politely, saying that "three years old is a little too much".

The teacher started to give a lecture in front of the blackboard, Sheng Han straightened his sleepy hair, angrily pulled off the cap of his pen, and looked down at the textbook.

——Clean and clean, almost like a new book.

"..."

Guilt made him silent for two seconds.

"I will definitely listen to you in the second half of class." Sheng Han swore.

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5 minute later.

Sheng Han sat very straight, with his palms resting on his chin, his fingers touching his eyelids, his eyes were not closed, but he couldn't see the black eyes at all.

Ji Lingzhou couldn't bear it: "...Go to sleep."

Don't scare the teacher.

Sheng Han heard it in a daze, but it seemed like he still wanted to hold on, his rolled eyes trembled, and he mumbled "Huh?"

"I've heard it all, and I'll teach you later," Ji Lingzhou pinched his wrist, put it on the table, and said softly, "Be obedient, don't hurt your eyes."

When Sheng Han was extremely sleepy, his consciousness was lax.

Therefore, it is impossible to tell whether there is something wrong with the tone of the other party at this time.

He only vaguely, inadvertently, from the depths of his long-forgotten memory, recalled the time when he sat at the same table with Ji Lingzhou when he was in junior high school.

Ji Lingzhou is good at mathematics and is recognized as a top student.

He never paid any attention to other people's questions, but only gave him a lecture, over and over again, tirelessly.

Perhaps, he has long subconsciously...

I think Ji Lingzhou is someone I can rely on.

He suddenly looked back, and grabbed Ji Lingzhou's back suddenly: "It's up to you! Dad believes in you!"

As soon as the voice fell, he fell asleep and fell asleep.

The hand did not let go.

Ji Lingzhou's pupils shrank suddenly.

He didn't dare to look at the back of his hand.

And the touch on the back of the hand shows that all this is real.

After a while, still looking at the blackboard, he quietly moved his soft right hand under the table and put it on his lap.

His throat quivered slightly.

All the sounds in my ears became "buzzing".

No one knows, in this covered, secret, shameful corner.

Hiding the ambiguity that belongs to him alone.

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When the get out of class bell rang, Sheng Han woke up again.

Stretching amidst the noise, he didn't pay attention to where he put his hand before.

Ji Lingzhou moved his hand back to the table, and glanced lightly at the back of his hand.

It seems that the meaning is still unfinished.

Sheng Han rubbed his eyes, dragged Ji Lingzhou's textbook over, and flipped through two pages, wanting to see how much the lesson covered.

"...Why are your handwriting so ugly?"

Sheng Han frowned, as if he saw some monster: "It's crooked, it matches your appearance."

Ji Lingzhou: "..."

The right hand is placed on the lap, and most of the words in the class are written with the left hand, which is of course ugly.

But he will never tell the truth.

"You inherited it." Ji Lingzhou said calmly.

Sheng Han: "?"

Is this man really sick?How come you are addicted to being a son?

He was about to say a few words angrily, when he suddenly thought of something, stared at Ji Lingzhou with piercing eyes, and asked uncertainly, "Did you say before... Teach me later?"

Ji Lingzhou: "No."

"...?" Sheng Han suspected that he was sleepy, and slowly looked away, glanced at the textbook that he couldn't understand anything, and only after a long time said, "Oh."

His tone was pathetic.

He was wronged to death.

Ji Lingzhou's heart softened instantly.

"I--"

As long as this poor boy asks him anything, he will tell him everything.

It doesn't matter if you beg with dirty words.

"Forget it," Sheng Han closed the book, "Let's talk about it at the end of the semester."

He has always been very open about this kind of thing.

The most important thing is to be happy!

Ji Lingzhou: "..."

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After dinner, Sheng Han returned to the room, threw his schoolbag on the bed, kicked off his pants, and hurriedly turned on the computer.

Today's class is full, and his head is about to explode. He just wants to rush into the arms of the game.

He even forgot to close the bedroom door.

The online game he played is called "Dengxian", which has been popular all over the country for several years. With the increase of various gameplays, more and more players have entered the pit.

If you think about the Buddha, you will be the Buddha, if you think about the liver, you will be the liver. The degree of freedom is very high, and it is deeply loved by everyone.

"By the way, Hanhan," Jiang Yiming's voice moved from far to near to the door of the bedroom, "Is it tonight..."

With a "bang", the door was closed by a hand that came out of nowhere.

Almost hit the tip of Jiang Yiming's nose.

"?" Sheng Han turned his head and looked at the closed door.

Did someone talk to me just now?

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Meanwhile, outside the door.

Jiang Yiming was stunned for a moment, looked at the owner of the hand, and touched the tip of his nose with lingering fear: "Zhou, Brother Zhou? I haven't finished asking yet!"

Ji Lingzhou: "As for the game, ask in the game."

Jiang Yiming: "Oh, that's right... Eh? Brother Zhou, how do you know what I want to ask?"

Ji Lingzhou: "Guess."

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving Jiang Yiming standing there scratching his head.

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Ji Lingzhou returned to the room and sat down, his eyes darkened slightly, and the picture he saw just now couldn't stop flashing in his mind——

In the bedroom, beside the bed, on the swivel chair in front of the computer desk.

The two bare, naked legs were just swinging back and forth without any scruples.

His skin was as white as suet jade, dazzlingly white.

If he hadn't closed the door, he would definitely be seen.

... Although Jiang Yiming is a straight man, he will definitely not care about this.

But he still didn't want others to see it.

Ji Lingzhou sighed, curled his lips in a self-deprecating manner, changed his clothes, turned on the computer, and boarded the game.

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[Private Chat] Qing Baoer: Husband, you are here!

[Private chat] Qing Bao'er: I've been waiting for you for a day. >3

what.

Sheng Han opened his mouth.

He almost forgot that he still has such a relationship...

[Private chat] Not cold: I'm doing my daily work, will I write my book later?

[Private chat] Qing Baoer: Yes.I have nothing to do at night, I can always be with my husband. ^_^

[Private chat] Not cold: ojbk.

As soon as Sheng Han turned off the private chat, he found that Ji Lingzhou was also online.

He habitually opened the person's personal profile page, and what caught his eyes was the 3D model of the character—the dark-colored costume, the dark golden lines, and he looked energetic.

"!!!" His eyes straightened instantly.

So fucking handsome!want to!

"Climbing to the Immortal" is a fairy tale game, and most of the clothes are fairy-like clothes, but Sheng Han prefers strong clothes full of quack spirits, and they have to be the kind that can outline the figure.

This outfit shows broad shoulders, waist and slender legs, and it hits his aesthetic.

There are countless fashions, mounts, furniture, etc. in the game, but more than half of them are not for sale, some are hidden task rewards, and some can only be obtained after completing a series of achievements.

And this dress just happened not to be in the mall.

[Private chat] Not cold: how did you get your fashion! ?

[Private chat] Take a boat to the sky: Please.

[Private chat] Not cold: Get out, don't tell me to pull down.

[Private chat] Not cold: I'll check it myself.

2 minute later.

[Private chat] Not cold:.

[Private chat] Take a boat to the sky: Did you find it?

[Private chat] Not cold: What's the name of your fashion?

Without a name, you can't find a strategy at all!It's time for a dog!

This force is intentional!

Sheng Han was so angry that he beat Corgi's pillow, mistook the pillow for Ji Lingzhou, and threw the pillow on the ground.

[Private chat] Take a boat to the sky: You know how to ask.

[Private chat] Not cold: ...

[Private chat] Not cold: Please tell me, good fuck.

He typed "good dick", but the last two words were blocked by the system.

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the other side of the screen.

Looking at the line of words, Ji Lingzhou was stunned for two seconds, then laughed, pressed his temple helplessly, and shook his head slightly.

What were you looking forward to just now?Good brother?Still a good husband?

How is it possible, even in dreams.

He stretched out his slender fingers, picked up the charging phone, and tapped the screen a few times.

[Private chat] Take a boat to the sky: read WeChat.

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Sheng Han clicked on WeChat and saw the link Ji Lingzhou sent him. After opening it, it was a nanny-level guide to get that fashion.

yeah!

He picked up the pillow from the ground, patted the ashes, stuffed it into his arms and hugged it.

[Private chat] Not cold: Thank you for my big boy!

[Private chat] Take a boat to the sky:.

According to the strategy, Sheng Han was about to teleport to the initial mission point, when he discovered that someone was chatting with him in private again.

[Private Chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: Chief, do you want to play the book?

In the mirror, there is Shuaibi, the deputy leader of the gang "Come in to keep warm" established by Sheng Han.

He, Sheng Han, and the other two are in charge, three of them output a T, and the four of them often play together.

[Private chat] Not cold: fight.

[Private chat] It's not cold: I asked Qingyuan to be together, and the tits she played with happened to be five people.

[Private chat] Shuaibi in the mirror: What! ?We finally have milk! ?

[Private chat] Not cold: I just found it yesterday.

[Private Chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: Woohoo, I am so touched, I will always remember the devotion of the leader.

[Private Chat] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: By the way, is love easy to find?I also want to find.

[Private chat] Not cold: It's okay.

It's okay, it's really hard to find, it took him two world speakers, but I feel so sorry for him, and I can make a lot of money by calling it a stall advertisement.

While talking, in the mirror, Shuaibi has already built a team, and Sheng Han invited Qing Baoer into the team.

In the blink of an eye, the team became four people.

[Team] Qing Baoer: Husband, husband. >3

[Team] Not cold: where is the persimmon?

[Team] Qing Baoer: Who is Persimmon?Is it Miss Pretty?People are jealous. >3

In addition to the three of them, there was another manager named "Floating Dream Zhiyou" in the team, and "Beaver Persimmon" was another manager who did not join the team.

[Team] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: I just asked, Persimmon doesn’t pay the book, he has an exam this week, and he is about to do it as a daily routine.

[Team] Not cold: Oh, then let’s call for an output.

[Team] There is Shuaibi in the mirror: The output is easy to find, I will go to the friend channel to ask, wait for me for 2 minutes.

[Team] Qing Baoer: Husband, why are you ignoring me? TAT

Sheng Han: "..."

[Team] Not cold: care about you.

[Team] Not cold: I'm sorry, I was just talking about forming a team.

【Go to the sky by boat and join the team】

[Team] Qing Baoer: I knew it!Husband will not ignore others!

[Team] Qing Baoer: Husband is the best!Trojan horse! ^3^

Sheng Han: "?"

Who joined the team? ? ?

The author has something to say:

Take a boat to the sky = Shengzhou Linghan

Excessive cold = cold = lack of sunshine = life is short of days (?)