Bamboo Horse Invasion Guide

It rained in the afternoon, and the noise was very disturbing.

When Fu Shi stepped back into the teaching building, he stepped in a puddle, and his trousers were splashed a lot, and his shoes were mostly soaked, making him very uncomfortable.

Water kept pouring in through the gaps in the windows, the teaching area was always noisy, and the unreal discussions sounded into the ears from everywhere, Fu Shi lay down at the table and dozed off for a while, until the three of them came in from the front door of the classroom, Fu Shi It was only then that he managed to pull himself together and called out to Zhuang Cheng.

"Why are you not energetic?" Shen Changtang reached out and touched Fu Shi's forehead lightly, "Why do you feel a little burned?"

Zhuang Cheng also reached out and touched it.

"It seems a little bit, take you to the infirmary."

Fu Shi frowned uncomfortably: "The shoes are wet, I want to go home."

"Then I'll ask for leave to take you back." Shen Changtang said.

Zhuang Cheng stretched out his hand to support Fu Shi, and said, "I'll take him back. You can talk to the teacher later."

Shen Changtang nodded: "Alright, his parents are probably not at home right now, if you can't find the medicine, you can go to my house from the balcony to get it."

Fu Shi took Zhuang Cheng's arm and got up, his head was a little dizzy, and his steps were a little wobbly.

Zhuang Cheng took him into the taxi, and Fushi leaned weakly on Zhuang Cheng's shoulder and said, "I'm so sleepy."

Zhuang Cheng frowned and touched his forehead lightly.

"Is it uncomfortable? Or go to the hospital directly."

"I want to go back and take a shower and change my clothes." Fu Shi's forehead was a little hot, and he gently rubbed Zhuang Cheng's neck.

"I'll be home soon."

There was no one in Fushi's house, so Zhuang Cheng helped him upstairs, and after entering the room, he dug out his pajamas from the closet.

"Where do you put your underwear?" Zhuang Cheng asked.

"In the drawer of the cabinet next to it." Fu Shi took off his socks and stepped on the ground with his bare feet. He jumped and stomped the floor twice, "Ice is dead, ice is dead."

"Hurry up and take a shower." Zhuang Cheng hadn't been to Fushi's room a few times, and he was a bit like a headless chicken when he was flipping through the clothes. He managed to find a few clothes that could be worn and handed them to the bathroom, "Can you wash them yourself? ? Do you want me to help you?"

After being scalded by hot water, I felt a lot more comfortable, and Fu Shi's cold feet also warmed up a lot. Seeing the clothes Zhuang Cheng handed over, he hesitated and said, "Why did you bring me these underwear?"

A pair of cartoon Hulk panties in a bright color.

"Let me wash it for you." Zhuang Cheng pushed open the bathroom door and squeezed in through the door. He was almost undressed when he saw Zhuang Cheng coming in, so he hid twice.

"How did you get in?"

"I'll help you wash."

Zhuang Cheng's expression was so serious that Fu Shi felt that the nasty thoughts he had just flashed just now were very inappropriate. He coughed twice and said, "I can do it myself."

"I'm afraid you'll faint from washing, so finish washing quickly, get dressed and go to sleep."

Zhuang Cheng was fully dressed, and rashly appeared in the bathroom, a little embarrassed, Fu Shi turned around, exposed his back to him, and whispered, "I can wash myself."

Zhuang Cheng squeezed the shower gel for him, and it was cold when it was pasted, and it was hard to tell whether it was the temperature of the shower gel or Zhuang Cheng's.

Fu Shi had goose bumps all over his body, and his body was burning red. Zhuang Cheng quickly finished wiping off the shower gel for him. Before Fu Shi could react, Zhuang Cheng had already rinsed him with water and washed the bubbles.

"Hey--"

"Do you want me to help you get dressed? Forget it, lift your feet." Zhuang Cheng shook his underwear away.

Fu Shi was extremely awkward, looked at him with red eyes, and said, "I, I can do it myself."

Zhuang Cheng stretched out his underwear and handed it to his feet.

"Raise your legs."

Fu Shi was all watched, and when he raised his leg, he was extremely awkward. He put his hand on Zhuang Cheng's shoulder and muttered, "Why are you like taking your son?"

"You must take a long time to take a bath by yourself." Zhuang Cheng helped him get dressed earnestly, and raised his hands and feet obediently.

It is undeniable that the feeling of being served is very good. When being hugged and tucked into the bed, Fu Shi said, "I thought you were going to come in and seduce me."

Zhuang Cheng smiled and pinched his face: "Why do you like you? Hurry up and squint for a while, I'll make some medicine for you."

Fu Shi grabbed the back of his hand and rubbed it: "Zhuang Cheng, you are so kind."

Zhuang Cheng said leisurely, "I know you love me."

Zhuang Cheng didn't find the medicine in Fu Shi's room, so after sending Shen Changtang a WeChat message to ask, he went to Shen Changtang's house to brew two cups of medicine.

Fu Shi had already fallen asleep, Zhuang Cheng patted his face: "Get up first and drink the medicine, and then go to sleep after drinking."

Fu Shi's cheeks were flushed, and he opened his eyes to look at him: "I'm so sleepy, I don't want to drink."

"Drink some medicine to make you sweat, and you'll be fine." Zhuang Cheng pinched his nose, "Pinch his nose and drink, it won't be hard to drink."

"I don't want to..." The sick man looked very weak, Fu Shi curled his lips, his hoarse voice dragged on, looking terribly pitiful.

Zhuang Cheng chuckled, scratched his nose with his fingers, and said, "Fu Shi, you seem to be completely unable to attack me now."

Fu Shi: "?"

Zhuang Cheng almost lost his grip, the medicine was taken away, and he drank it up in two or three gulps.

Fu Shi raised his hand to wipe the liquid medicine between his lips, and lifted his chin towards him, his face was still pale, but his tone was very arrogant: "Is it okay now?"

Zhuang Cheng pulled up the quilt and covered him, saying, "Get well soon."

Shen Changtang has been preparing for the art exam recently. The last time Professor Sheng met him, he asked Mother Zhou for Shen's WeChat.

Shen Changtang firmly stated that he wanted to go to Beiwu, but Shen's mother didn't ask deeply, but she became concerned about this matter.Shen Changtang has a very good background and a lot of acting experience. He has won countless awards, and many of them have weight.They are not anxious about the school test, and they are particularly eye-catching among a bunch of art test families.

"That Sheng Le, are you familiar with her?" Shen Changtang tapped the pen cap on the table and asked Zhou Yiyuan.

Zhou Yiyuan turned to look at him: "We met when we were young, what's wrong?"

Shen Changtang pushed the phone forward: "She added me on WeChat."

After I joined, I didn't chat much. After the basic greetings were over, I chatted a few words about the art test, and there was nothing to say.

Zhou Yiyuan: "Huh? Oh."

Shen Changtang chuckled lightly, put his hands on his shoulders, and leaned over to ask: "Your boyfriend has been added to WeChat, is that your reaction?"

Zhou Yiyuan reacted for a while before smiling, "I know her very well, don't worry."

"And I'm not worried about you." Zhou Yiyuan reached out to touch his hand, and since it was in the classroom, he quickly took it back.

Fingers tapped twice on his shoulder.

"You are not worried, I am worried."

Zhou Yiyuan didn't react for a long time this time: "Huh?"

Shen Changtang didn't continue talking, he stretched out his hand to pinch Zhou Yiyuan's ear, rubbed his earlobe lightly with his fingertips, and asked, "Can you pick me up for training tonight?"

Zhou Yiyuan nodded: "Okay, I'll pick you up from my study next night, and you wait for me in the dance room."

Shen’s mother has a good friend who grew up with her since she was a child. After returning from studying abroad, she introduced a teacher who specializes in taking art candidates to her. Shen’s mother acted quickly and arranged appropriate courses for Shen Changtang, usually in the evening self-study time. , it was almost ten o'clock when it was over.

Zhou Yiyuan packed up the homework assigned for today, and walked out of the classroom quickly.

The school is a little far away from the dance room, Zhou Yiyuan hangs his bag on the bicycle, leans over to pedal the bicycle, and the rustling summer night wind lifts up the tail of his white clothes.Beside him were students walking in a row, the night covered the road in the distance, and the mottled light fell, making it difficult to distinguish whether it was moonlight or starlight.

The boy on the bicycle stopped suddenly. He got off the bicycle lightly, and ran to the roadside stall with his bag on his back. When he came back, he carried two bags, hung them on the handle, and then smoothly straddled the seat.

Shen Changtang was already waiting at the door with his bag in his hand. He lowered his head and stared at the shadow under the street lamp. After a while, the shadow was covered by another mass of black.

Shen Changtang raised his head and saw Zhou Yiyuan who was out of breath.

He laughed instantly.

"Why did you run here?"

Zhou Yiyuan picked up the bag in his hand, and smiled, "Bozai Cake, do you want to eat?"

He looked at Shen Changtang with gentle and deep eyes, gentle but firm.

The midsummer night's wind gently brushed his cheeks, his eyes met, Shen Changtang clearly heard his beating heartbeat, he was speechless for a moment, he was full of knowledge but could not find a word to describe his mood at this time, but he felt the most exciting thing in his youth Heartbeat, this is the moment.