you're so stubborn

Ouchen was speechless.

He thinks that even if this handsome guy is not crooked, he should be so pleasing to the eye because of his sunny and handsome temperament, aloof and unrestrained, romantic and harmless appearance!

As a result, this person was very impatient from the first sentence he said to him, and faintly revealed the meaning of wanting to punch someone with his fist.

Shouldn't it be?

Isn't this in line with the attitude that contemporary young people should have towards people with good looks?

But it's one thing for a handsome guy to have a bad attitude, Ou Chen has to be very correct if he likes his attitude.

"That's also a coincidence, I also came out to drink... cough cough! It's breathable."

"Then take your time." Xie Lang skipped his clean smiling face and walked straight into the corridor.

Ou Chen didn't make a sound to persuade him to stay, but just looked at his back so stupidly.

From the straight long legs to the corner of the flowing shirt, then along the back to the slightly exposed nape of the neck, and finally to the round and shaped back of the head.

Gee!

So fucking handsome!

When Ou Chen was in elementary school, he felt vaguely that he didn't seem to be interested in girls. When he was in junior high school, it was a good age for rebellion, and he boldly went after a boy he liked more.

In fact, it's not considered chasing, just ask people if they like men, and they say they don't know.

I don't know but I like it, I'm just embarrassed to say.

He asked if he would like to be nice to him, and when he saw that the other party hesitated to speak, he added like those little girls, "You are good to me, I will definitely treat you well."

At that time, boys and girls who were just in love were easy to coax, and they nodded and agreed in a few words.

Ou Chen's first first love started in a muddle like this.

Perhaps it was the influence of his first boyfriend. Since then, every boyfriend Ou Chen has found is that kind of gentle and cute. He feels that such boys are fragrant to hold and soft to the touch. of.

I never thought about finding a man who is about the same size as myself to be my boyfriend, so what is there to look for, and I won't be petite when I hug him.

But today, this handsome guy is too good at growing up, and he directly grows in his heart!

If you don't say it all at once, it will win his heart away, and it will also make him want to try to get a date with others.

Xie Lang, who had just returned to shift three, sneezed unexpectedly. He rubbed his nose, thinking that Manager Liu must have scolded him behind his back.

But he didn't care, because only he knew what color tone and layout would be the best for the paintings formed in his hands, so he took the money with a clear conscience.

It doesn't matter what other people think of him.

"Brother." Xie Lang went out to make phone calls for a long time, but Xie Yu hadn't finished eating a piece of milk candy, and when he called his brother, it smelled like milk.

"Well," Xie Lang took his little hand and sat down next to him, "Wipe your mouth, and the sugar water came out."

Xie Yu is a brat who really cares about his own image. Hearing what his brother said, he blushed first, and then he jumped forward and buried his whole face in his brother's shirt.

"Are you dirty? You rubbed all your saliva on my clothes." Xie Lang knew that his younger brother was shy, but he knew it. He still turned off the volume when he said this.

"Brother, keep your voice down! I'm not drooling!" Xie Yu whispered angrily and fiercely on his brother's chest.

"Xie Yu is drooling?" Zhang Yikai handed over a small pack of tissues from his school bag, "Here, brother, I have paper here."

Xie Lang felt that Xie Yu had hammered him with his small fist, after all, he was still not willing to let him lose face in front of outsiders, "No, no, just tease him."

"I just said that Xie Yu is still drooling at such an age." Zhang Yikai chuckled and put the tissue back in his schoolbag.

There is nothing else to hold a parent meeting for Xie Yu. It is nothing more than a series of exchanges between the first-grade elementary school students who have just entered the school, what problems they encountered during the period, and how the parents cooperate with the school at home.

Xie Yu's class teacher is a middle-aged woman who is almost 40 years old. She looks quite dignified. When she speaks, she can scare the first grade pupils for a while, but it can't help the parents present. Yes, some parents have already slept on their children's desks to catch up on sleep.

Xie Yu was an obedient student. He was sitting upright with his hands folded, and the expression on his face was serious. In fact, he had no idea what the teacher was talking about.

And Xie Lang next to him has already lowered his hair and sent several waves of wechat.

Xu Haoyu asked him if he would come to school today.

Xie Lang said, go.

Xu Haoyu came back, and the flower peacock next door made an appointment with me in the unfinished building.

Xie Lang came back, so he could leave without seeing him off.

Xu Haoyu back, Dad!

Xie Lang pretended not to see it.

Jiang Nan asked him again if the portrait painting for my girlfriend was finished, if not, then stop painting, we have already broken up.

Xie Lang said, when did you ask me to draw pictures for your girlfriend?

Jiang Nan told him back, you are too disrespectful to my love! ! ! ! !

Xie Lang sent a hehe emoji, I can't draw your love even if I break my hand.

Jiang Nan sent him back an emoji of running away from home.

Xie Lang smiled.

"Brother," Xie Yu elbowed his brother, still very slightly, "Listen carefully."

"Listen," Xie Lang put away his phone and propped his chin to look at Xie Yuyu's standard student sitting posture, which was cute, "Why are you so straight, aren't you tired?"

"Tired." Xie Yu said.

"Just lean on the chair when you're tired." Xie Lang just looked at him like that, and didn't bother to stretch him to the back of the chair to lean on.

"I can't rely on it, the teacher won't let me..." Xie Yu saw the teacher's eyes glanced at him, and quickly stopped talking, and when the teacher turned to another place, he continued, "Brother, stop talking, be careful!" Listen to the teacher."

"I'm tired, I'll lie down for a while." Xie Lang lay down on the table, resting half of his head on Xie Yu's arm, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh, you can't lie down! The teacher is watching you!" Xie Yu hurriedly held Xie Lang's head and helped him up.

Xie Lang sighed, wondering why this kid was so serious even though he couldn't understand anything.

A class passed quickly. As soon as the get out of class bell rang over there, the teachers here began to say thank you parents for cooperating with the school's work in spite of their busy schedules. The next step is to ask parents to leave in an orderly manner. .

"Brother, are you leaving? Go home or go to school?" Xie Yu asked his brother, who still maintained a standard sitting posture, only tilting his head.

"School."

"Then what time are you coming to pick me up today?"

"Come here on time," Xie Lang pointed to the watch on Xie Yu's wrist with his chin, "Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, goodbye, brother." Xie Yu waved to his brother.

"Won't you see me off?" Xie Lang flicked his little hand.

Xie Yu was taken aback. Usually, when the school didn't have to go to the toilet, he basically didn't go to class, but now that his brother came, it seemed that he should go see him off, so he nodded, "Send off !"

Just when he was about to get up, Xie Lang pressed his shoulder again, "Okay, stay here, don't tire you."

"Send you off...you won't be tired." Xie Yu blinked at Xie Lang.

"I'm afraid I'm tired," Xie Lang said, "Let's go."

"Brother, remember to pick me up early!" Seeing that his brother turned to leave, Xie Yu hurriedly yelled.

"Got it." Xie Lang rubbed Xie Yu's hair, turned around and left.

Ou Chen didn't listen to what the teacher said during the entire parent meeting, and just kept telling Ou Ziyu that the little classmate was in class three, so he asked him to make friends with others when he had nothing to do. Who is he, what is his name, how old is he, does he go to school, where does he go to school...

He was about to tell Ou Ziyu that he was sleepy, and in a daze, he only remembered that his brother told him to make more friends with the students in Class [-].

Before Ou Chen left, he asked Ou Ziyu if he remembered it, and Ou Ziyu nodded sharply, saying that he did.

This little brat has always listened to him, Ou Chen felt relieved to leave this matter to him, patted his ass and left.

By the time I got to school, I was already late for most of the day.

The school Ouchen attended was a private high school, semi-closed.

Among them, day students have a red student ID card, and boarding students have a blue student ID card. Each student ID card has an induction card. Day students have to swipe their cards to pass in and out of the school gate. Boarding students are a bit troublesome. They don’t have a teacher’s card. You can't get out of the school with permission.

Pretty fucked up.

What's more, the walls around the school are so high that they can't wait to go straight to the sky, so the skipping rate and lateness rate of this school are basically zero, because they can't climb the high walls.

But you don't need to guard against good students, and you can't guard against bad students.

That's what Ouchen said.

He was late and skipped class and didn't even think about the problem of climbing over the wall.

For the convenience of boarding students, there is a comprehensive small supermarket in the school. The back door of the small supermarket is the back door of the school. Usually no one comes here, but Ou Chen is very familiar with the owner of this supermarket, and he is late every time he skips class. They enter and leave the school openly and aboveboard all the time.

The owner of the supermarket has long been used to it, and he didn't care when he saw Ouchen coming in through the back door. He just said while tallying the goods next to the shelf, "Today is a little earlier than yesterday."

"Could it be early, I didn't sleep all night." Ou Chen took a refreshing drink and scanned it on the self-service QR code scanning machine at the bar, then turned on the phone to pay.

When I wandered into the class like an uncle again, the second class just ended.

Ou Chen hid at the corner and waited for the teacher to leave before walking to the class with a drink.

As soon as he stepped into the class with his front foot, Lin Shuang's voice came from his back foot, "Ou Chen, Ou Chen! Come here!"

Lin Shuang was two rows behind his seat, Ou Chen ignored him, went around the podium and walked to his seat.

As soon as I sat down, I threw the drink into the pocket of the desk, put my arm on the desk, and started to tilt my head to catch up on sleep.

"Damn!" Lin Shuang saw that he didn't invite this Buddha, so he leaned over by himself, "What's the matter, this is, you fucked Zhou Shuo yesterday, why are these two so sluggish?" .”

"Talk about it, it's all right and get out." Ou Chen felt that his desk had a magical power, and he was very sleepy as soon as he touched it.

"And there's something wrong," Lin Shuang said, "The boss of the middle school has an appointment with me in the unfinished building at noon, you have to get up quickly, otherwise we will lose everything in terms of momentum!"

"Don't you fucking fall in love with him," Ou Chen said weakly, "Appointment every three days."

"Fuck! You must be sick! Do you think everyone is like you! Seeing a good-looking one makes you want to take off your pants!"

"All of this admits that she is good-looking, and even said that she is not attracted to her... Hurry up and don't disturb my sleep. If I sleep enough, maybe I can help you support the scene."

"Then you go to sleep! Go to sleep quickly! Sleep well!" Lin Shuang rolled back to her desk quietly after finishing her speech.

As soon as Lin Shuang left, Ou Chen took out his mobile phone and sent Ye Yunyang a WeChat message to find you after school.

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