The Omega he likes can read minds

The other students in the class watched the dramatic scene and laughed out loud.

Many boys winked at this side: "Awesome, Feng Ye, did you fucking do it on purpose?"

"Squad leader, we are looking forward to this time~"

"Laughing, squad leader, come on, we won't laugh at you."

Before the little red ball in Luo Yun's hand could be thrown out, he pinched the beanbag helplessly to vent his depression.

Sitting in the seat and sulking, it was still hard to coax, and his porcelain white skin was flushed with anger.

I don't want to say anything to Feng Ye.

Su Nong gloated: "Look, it's because you don't give this little ball face, it must rely on you."

Luo Yun turned her head and cast a glance at him, wanting to die.

Besides, his mother and sister are going to visit him at school today.

suffocating...

He hit Fengye many times, Fengye's body was as hard as a wall, and he didn't feel any pain at all.

This result is even more annoying.

"I kindly reminded you just now that you threw it to me..." Luo Yun had no idea that she would be stabbed in the back, and her whole body was like a flower that was exposed to the sun at noon.

They looked at each other for a while.

Luo Yun looked at Feng Ye without saying a word. He raised his head, the line from his chin to his neck was soft and graceful, and his clear eyes were pitiful.

He looked at Feng Ye as if he was looking at a scumbag.

Feng Ye licked his lower lip, realizing that he had gone too far and admitted his mistake.

"I really didn't mean it, it's just my brain getting hot."

Speaking of which, he looked at Luo Yun tentatively: "Otherwise... I'll help you put on that dress this time."

Luo Yun looked at Feng Ye's sharp silhouette and well-curved chest muscles.

The funny scene of him wearing a short skirt flashed through his mind.

"Okay, you take it, this is what you said."

Luo Yun solemnly handed the red ball to him, "I will cheer for you!"

Feng Ye: "..."

He held the red ball numbly, seeing that Luo Yun didn't hesitate at all, he was heartbroken.

But self-inflicted evil, can not live.

It's not impossible to wear...

It will be even more uncomfortable if the wife is molested.

It's just a skirt, a two-piece skirt, a pink and white skirt, that's all.

Feng Ye: "!"

He coughed unnaturally, stood up and said to the other students, "Then what, I'll do it this time."

As soon as the voice fell, it was rejected by countless people.

Among them, the one who howled the most was Shangguan Yi. He tried to redeem his thoughts: "Brother, this is women's clothing, you have to think about it, you are Alpha! Alpha, how can I recognize you as a big brother in the future."

Feng Ye turned his head and patted him on the shoulder: "Being an Alpha, don't be so superficial. Compared with appearance, you should look at the beauty of your heart."

Shangguan Yi looked at Feng Ye who had done all the things that high school students shouldn't do.

Including puppy love!

Where is the beauty of the soul?

Feng Ye is willing, but other people in the class are not willing, not only Alpha, but also many Betas.

Although very few people want to see Feng Ye make a fool of himself, they want to see the fairy face of the new school belle with a cool temperament and excellent appearance.

"Who the hell wants to see you, I want to see the squad leader, the squad leader!"

"Speaking of which, I just happened to be able to take a photo, which will be used as a front photo of the beauty of No. [-] Middle School in the future."

"See how you look better than the squad leader!"

The literary and art committee member said without confidence: "According to the regulations, only the person who received the little red ball can wear it, so the monitor..."

"Otherwise, you just follow."

A group of people booed: "Squad leader, come on, let's go, you must look good in clothes!"

Just when Luo Yun was hesitating, the literary and art committee came over and asked, "Then is it the squad leader this time, or Feng, Feng Ye?"

Luo Yun and Feng Ye looked at each other for a few seconds.

Be silent for a while.

Luo Yun returned the ball to her and followed the rules of the game: "Let me do it, he wears too hot eyes."

As soon as he agreed, bursts of cheers erupted all around.

Feng Ye pursed his lips, and carefully pulled the corner of Luo Yun's clothes, fearing that Luo Yun would get angry and ignore him.

【It’s over, I’ve bullied my wife away】

【wuwu】

"Otherwise, why don't I come?" Feng Ye asked the art committee's opinion.

Seeing this, the girl smiled and said, "There should be trousers of the same style. Otherwise, you and the squad leader will wear them together? It might not be so eye-catching when worn by two people."

Feng Ye: "Alright."

At this moment, a student came to inform the third class to go down to participate in the tug-of-war.

Class [-] students walked downstairs in a mighty manner.

When they arrived at the playground, Luo Yun stood in her own yard, obeying Zhang Tianhe's arrangements.

The playground was surrounded by parents who came to the school to watch the sports meeting, and a clear and loud female voice attracted the attention of the audience.

"Come on, brother! Come on, class three! Come on, brother! Come on, class three!"

Luo Yun drew a cheering banner, and pulled it together with Tang Qi, holding an old-fashioned horn in the other hand.

A loud female voice came out from the loudspeaker over and over again.

Someone asked: "Squad leader, is that your sister? So cute."

Luo Yun smiled and said lightly, "Well, my sister."

Someone ruthlessly exposed his flattery: "The little girl is wearing a mask, can you tell she's not cute?"

"Hahaha, just look at the squad leader, my sister is definitely not far behind."

With the cheering and cheering of the small horn, the morale of the third class has been greatly improved.

The location of the tug-of-war was arranged by Zhang Tianhe.

Luo Yun and Feng Ye stood at the back, on both sides of the rope, Su Nong was in front of him, and Shangguan Yi was diagonally to the side.

Following Zhang Tianhe's prompt, Luo Yun pressed her body back slightly.

The left leg also presses against Feng Ye's right leg to stabilize the core strength. Once touched, a slight heat is transmitted to the leg surface through the fabric.

Luo Yun hooked her lower lip inadvertently.

He was still wearing Feng Ye's sports bracelet on his wrist. Before the start, the president of the student union came over with a video recorder.

He is responsible for the interview and video recording of the Games.

In addition to the leader's speech, it is also necessary to record some game scenes at random to show the vitality of the students in No. [-] Middle School.

"Next, these two are responsible for the beauty of our No. [-] Middle School." Zhou Duwen said slowly, "May I ask what you two want to say about this sports meeting?"

Luo Yun looked at the camera that was almost on his face: "..."

"Don't tell me, I'm going to take a picture of my hideous appearance during the tug-of-war."

Zhou Du smiled and said, "Why, you have to have confidence in yourself."

Luo Yun: "..."

Is this a question of confidence or not?

The camera moved to Feng Ye's eyes, and the black-haired boy in the camera was messy and wild, and his eyes were particularly oppressive.

Feng Ye paused, and said simply: "There's nothing to say."

Zhou Duwen looked at him for two seconds, and said in the usual tone: "Those two, come on!"

Retracting the camera, Zhou Duwen inadvertently caught a glimpse of Luo Yun's shoelaces untied: "Your shoelaces are loose, stick them out, and I'll tie them for you, otherwise if you step on your feet."

Hearing this, Luo Yun lowered her eyes and stretched out her feet lazily: "Thank you."

Zhou Duwen handed the camera to other members of the student council, bent down naturally, and his fingertips were about to touch the upper of the shoe.

There was a gust of wind in his ears, followed by his fingers being gently slapped away.

Facing a pair of ink-like eyes, he heard Feng Ye say: "What are you doing, this is my boyfriend, I'll just do it myself."

His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear him.

Zhou Duwen squinted his eyes, and lightly said: "You think too much, Luo Yun and I are just friends."

"It doesn't matter if I think too much or not." Feng Ye tied a bow two or three times.

Zhou Duwen: "You are not afraid that I will tell Director Li about you and Luo Yun."

Hearing this, Feng Ye smiled at him: "I trust you, you wouldn't treat your friends like this."

Luo Yun didn't know what they were muttering, and urged: "Get up quickly, it's about to start."

"Well, it's all right." Feng Ye got up again and got ready.

Under the signal of the referee, Zhou Duwen held up the camera, exited the venue, and stood aside to record freely.

A whistle sounded, and both classes let out a loud, tidy sound.

The voice of Zhang Tianhe shouting slogans not far ahead came faintly from behind.

There was a lot of noise in my ears, but I could clearly hear Feng Ye's unique muffled sound when he exerted his strength in his throat.

Sexy and sultry.

The fingertips also inevitably touched the back of Feng Ye's hand.

There was a cheer from ahead.

I don't know if I lost or won, and most of the students behind have not reacted yet.

The end of the rope let out the force.

Because of inertia, Luo Yun fell backwards uncontrollably and tripped her ankle.

When he leaned back, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell into the arms of the person behind him.

With his warm chest pressed against his back, Feng Ye was pressed to the ground by him. The boy let out a muffled groan, and the arms around Luo Yun's waist suddenly tightened.

After the panic, it was only then that they heard that they had won the tug-of-war.

Luo Yun heard Feng Ye hiss, and the boy asked him, "Are you okay?"

He stumbled to his feet, turned around and pulled Feng Ye up to help him wipe the dust off his pants.

Feng Ye's elbow was scratched a little.

Luo Yun frowned, and pointed at the wound: "Go to the infirmary?"

Feng Ye raised his elbow to see the wound clearly: "Small injury, it's fine."

Under the guidance of the referee, they went off to change students from other classes.

Tang Qi came over and took out disinfectant alcohol and bandages from his pocket: "Use this, it's convenient."

"Brother, I won! Take a look, I took a lot of photos." Luo Yun clicked on the photo album.

Luo Yun first helped Feng Ye take care of the wound, and only then did she have time to look at the photos in the album.

Look through the snapped photos.

The scene of falling into Feng Ye's arms was also photographed.

Pointing to the photo, he asked Luo Yun to send it to him.

***

After washing her hands, Luo Yun followed the literary committee member to the drama troupe to borrow some clothes.

Feng Ye said that he would go with him, and saw that Luo Yun's palm was still red.

He rummaged through the box and found a small mint hand cream stuffed in the corner of the desk.

Squeeze out a little and apply it on Luo Yun, and gently knead the skin to make the hand cream fit the skin faster.

"Okay, that rope is too rough, it made your hands red." Feng Ye lowered his head, his tone tinged with distress.

Luo Yun's palms were warmed by rubbing. She felt that this was too squeamish, so she pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing, it just looks a little red."

As soon as the two looked up, they met the meaningful look in the eyes of the art committee member.

"Squad leader, don't worry, I won't say anything."

She also made a mouth zipper movement, vowing to keep it secret.

Being seen so easily by her, Luo Yun's ear tips felt hot unconsciously.

......

Clothes in hand, skirts with nuances.

But in general, the color is also pink and white, and the size is one size fits all.

The people from the repertory troupe pointed to the temporary changing room: "Go there and change, I'll check if there are any matching men's clothes."

Luo Yun pinched the clothes in her hand and opened the curtain of the changing room. The place was so small that he, a boy, couldn't fully open his arms.

The length of the door curtain did not reach the ground, and the wind was pouring in from underneath, Luo Yun felt a little insecure.

Feng Ye shouted towards the outside.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ye said outside.

Only then did Luo Yun feel relieved: "No, I just yelled casually if you were still outside."

Feng Ye didn't know, so: "They are still looking for men's models, it may take a while, you change first."

After finishing speaking, Feng Ye took a few steps forward and said in a low voice, "Do you want me to come in and change with you?"

Looking at the tall and straight figure outside the curtain, Luo Yun shook her head indiscriminately: "No, I'll be fine soon."

Opening the plastic bag, Luo Yun unfolded the clothes and saw that it was a short-sleeved top and a pleated skirt with a zipper in the middle behind the waist.

Do you really want to wear women's clothing...?

Luo Yun's face flushed, she struggled for a while, and then slowly took off her shirt.

The porcelain-white skin was exposed to the air, and Luo Yun couldn't help shivering. The process of getting dressed was not difficult, he chose whatever he wanted, and the size was neither too big nor too small.

Then, Luo Yun set her eyes on the little skirt.

silence.

silence.

He raised his hand and slowly touched the zipper, the crisp metal sound was very clear.

There was a sound from outside, as if they had found the same series of clothes.

"There is only one changing room here. You can go in and change after the monitor changes."

Feng Ye: "Okay, then you guys go do your work first."

......

Luo Yun loosened his trouser waist, and the loose sports pants were stacked on the ground along his smooth legs. He bent down, picked them up and hung them on the hook.

"Squad leader, can I come in and change clothes together? This will save some time."

Luo Yun's hand holding her skirt froze, looking at the looming figure outside the door curtain: "?"

He lowered his head again, glanced at his legs, and sternly refused: "Of course not."

"Don't, just let me in, I'll just take a look."

Luo Yun: "No."

Feng Ye gently pulled the curtain: "If you don't let me in, I'll force my way in."

Luo Yun: "..."

The curtain shook slightly, Luo Yun's eyes widened, and she subconsciously covered her lower body with a short skirt: "Don't worry, I'll put it on first."

Feng Ye clicked his tongue, and said reluctantly, "They're all boys, don't be shy, I'll let you see them casually."

Luo Yun blushed: "Whoever and you are boys, you are A, show some face."

Feng Ye had a cheeky face: "If you want face and you can't let me hug my wife, then I'll come in!"

Seeing that he seemed to be coming for real, Luo Yun quickly put on a skirt for herself, before she even had time to pull the zipper.

Feng Ye was very fast, he only opened the curtain a little, and got in.

As soon as he entered, the already pitifully small changing room became even more cramped.

"Damn, your legs are really white." Feng Ye felt the tip of his nose itch.

The two legs that came into view were long and straight, well-proportioned, with a short skirt stuck around the waist, and the pink and white stripes made Luo Yun's legs even whiter.

It is so white that it shines like curdled fat.

Being told this, Luo Yun blushed and moved her legs, and wanted to run immediately, but was squeezed in by Feng Ye, making it difficult for him to turn around.

Feng Ye hung up his clothes: "What are you running for?"

His voice was low, with a hint of playfulness and danger.

Luo Yun swallowed her saliva, and said, "I didn't run, it was a subconscious...... action."

"is it?"

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were long and narrow, his eyebrows were sharp and slightly protruding, and when the corners of his lips were pressed down, he was very aggressive and oppressive.

"You haven't put it on yet? I'll help you zip it up." Feng Ye lowered his head, resting his fingertips on the silver zipper pull.

When the contact was caught off guard, Luo Yun's lower back felt itchy, and the skin that had been rubbed by Feng Ye's fingertips felt slightly numb.

The tailbone seems to be electrified.

Feng Ye pulled the zipper very slowly, with Luo Yun's back turned to him, he wanted to stick himself against the wall.

The itch on the lower back was provocative, and he couldn't help but turned his head and urged, "Hurry up a little."

"Hurry up?" Feng Ye smiled inexplicably, and leaned close to Luo Yun's ear, and when he breathed, the heat rushed into Luo Yun's ear.

He said lazily: "I've said it all, don't speak too fast to an Alpha."

After finishing speaking, Feng Ye hooked his lips, raised his knee slightly, and pushed against Luo Yun's thigh.

The numbness spread all over his body in an instant, Luo Yun couldn't help snorting, his face was hot, he curled his fingertips, trying to grab something to stabilize his body.

Feng Ye took the initiative to raise his arm: "Grab this."

"..."

Luo Yun suddenly felt a little hot.

The hem of the clothes was rolled up twice during the struggle.

A portion of her white waist was exposed, Feng Ye spread out his palm, and gently pressed it against it.

"It's so thin, I can hold it with one hand." Feng Ye gently scratched the soft flesh on Luo Yun's waist with his thumb and forefinger.

Luo Yun's legs trembled, her entire face turned red, and she said softly, "Don't, don't act recklessly."

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