When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qianling had been in the classroom for a day, and basically didn't listen to what the teacher said.

Perhaps the atmosphere in the classroom was too relaxed, and he actually began to miss the days in the game, not only the system that accompanied him all the time, but also a group of audiences who really cared about him even though their words were a little too much.

There must be something wrong with him.

Qian Ling draws casually on the page with a pencil.

Normal people should want to leave this kind of place as soon as possible, including him thinking so at the beginning.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and an unfamiliar voice came, "Qianling, are you still leaving? The last period of today is physical education class."

The male classmate who reminded him lowered his head, looked at his draft paper, and let out a hush.

"Why does the person in this painting look a bit like Yan Zekai?"

Although Yan Zekai is not a student in their class, he has a high-profile style, and what boys in adolescence most yearn for is this kind of ruffian poor student.

Qian Ling listened to his words, followed his gaze and lowered her head.

Only then did I realize that when I was distracted, I accidentally drew a picture.

He quickly put the paper into the cabinet, and changed the subject abruptly, "Where is the physical education class?"

"I'll take you there, but it's best to change your clothes first." The boy led the way excitedly, "I know which locker room is less crowded, so you won't be disturbed."

"Thank you."

Qian Ling took her sportswear and walked to the door of the locker room.

The boy scratched his head and said with a blushing face, "Go in and change, I'll watch people for you outside."

"it is good."

Qian Ling took the clothes and walked into the dressing room.

Rows of lead gray iron cabinets are placed against the wall. Warm yellow sunlight shines through a narrow window above, and countless fine dust dances in the light.

Mischievously, it landed on the only boy, with a smooth muscular back, a combination of youthful innocence and adult strength.

Yan Zekai turned his back to Qianling and was tearing off his school uniform.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he habitually put on a dirty face and turned his head.

After meeting Shang Qianling's gaze, he froze in place, even hanging half of the clothes on his body and forgetting.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly under the sunlight, like carefully polished gemstones, his pure and beautiful eyes were looking at him.

The school uniform is youthful and sunny on his body, as clean as a breathing green leaf.

"that……"

Qian Ling hugged the things in her arms nervously, "Physical education class, I'm here to change clothes."

Only then did Yan Zekai withdraw his thoughts, and noticed that he was holding a small paper bag in his hand, and his Adam's apple was rolling, "Well, you can change it. I still have an empty cabinet next door."

"Oh……"

Qianling hugged her small bag, and slowly moved over. As she got closer, it seemed that the flow of air slowed down.

The bustling noise of students can also be heard outside the window.

The ups and downs of breathing can be heard quietly inside, in order to ease the embarrassment, Qian Ling said: "Are you also taking physical education class?"

"Ah."

Yan Zekai tore off his clothes neatly, and presented himself completely in front of Qian Ling.

What Qian Ling wanted to say next was all stuck.

It was definitely a perfect body.

This is the conclusion made by an art student who has painted countless plaster figures and is familiar with the correct movement of every muscle in the human body.

It is even more beautiful and powerful than the high-priced external models hired by their studio.

Sensing his gaze, Yan Zekai turned his head.

"what happened?"

Stopped by his cold voice, Qian Ling immediately withdrew her gaze, and frantically shifted her gaze to the iron cabinet in front of her.

Qianling's ears were hot, and he watched others change clothes, how could he do such a rude thing.

His white fingers clasped the doorknob and failed to open it several times.

woohoo.

The system comes to save him!

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the side of his head, his bony fingertips lightly clasped the doorknob, and the cabinet door opened without any effort.

"All right."

Qian Lingcai woke up from her shame, reddened and whispered, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Yan Zekai turned around, opened the too close distance, and walked outside.

Only then did Qian Ling slowly take out her clothes.

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing little by little his fair and delicate skin and small and delicate collarbone, and quietly looked at Yan Zekai from the corner of his eyes.

Should go.

The moment he looked over, he met those heavy eyes.

Yan Zekai crossed his arms and was wearing a red and white basketball uniform, leaning against the wall leisurely.

Qian Ling's hand trembled and almost tore off the buttons.

"Where are you standing?"

His voice is soft and waxy, and when he is nervous, he will feel a little wronged.

Yan Zekai raised his eyebrows.

"Why did you give me that thing this morning?"

Morning?

Qianling was stunned for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he remembered the biscuits he stuffed in the past, and said: "I have eaten breakfast, haven't you eaten yet, so I gave it to you..."

Why did he feel that Yan Zekai in this memory had a strange attitude towards him?

Like you don't know him?

Qian Ling subconsciously aimed at Yan Zekai's hand. Under normal circumstances, there should be a small wound caused by saving him.

"I'm asking, why did you send me?"

Yan Zekai walked over, with a heavy sense of oppression, and put one hand on the cabinet.

Trapped Qian Ling in a small space.

You can even smell the faint hormones from the other person.

Yan Zekai's hand was placed next to the cabinet, almost twice as big as his hand, and his fingers were even longer and thinner, with a sense of strength exclusive to boys.

But he couldn't find any wounds.

Qian Ling froze for a few seconds.

……What exactly is going on?

He is now in the memory, maybe each memory is not necessarily arranged according to the normal time?

So the Yan Zekai in front of him...wasn't the Yan Zekai who rescued him in the party hall, but a stranger, an ordinary classmate who had nothing to do with him.

Qian Ling tentatively said, "Do you still remember that there is a welcome party for freshmen in the party hall?"

Yan Zekai frowned.

"What are you talking about? Where is the welcome party for freshmen? You have to wait until the new semester starts."

Qianling's mind went blank for a moment.

So, he was really ahead of the timeline, and had contact with Yan Zekai before he and Yan Zekai met?

Seeing that he was distracted again, Yan Zekai frowned and said, "You haven't told me why you gave me something."

Qianling: "..."

If it is you who helped me solve my troubles after giving it to you, does that make sense?

"Do you often do this, and you are also so ambiguous to boys other than me? Greetings and giving things," Yan Zekai approached in a deep voice, "Relying on your own beauty and cuteness, you wantonly play with other people's feelings?"

Hearing the contempt in his tone, Qian Ling angrily pushed him back.

"What are you talking about?" Qian Ling's eyes were red with anger, "Since when did I play with other people's feelings?!"

His poor strength couldn't shake Yan Zekai at all, instead he pressed his tender palm to his chest.

Qian Ling was even angrier, "I gave it to the wrong person today, so you return it to me."

"...Wrong delivery?"

I don't know if he heard it wrong, but Qianling actually heard a bit of gnashing of teeth.

"Then who did you plan to give it to?"

"Whoever I give it to has nothing to do with you!" He spread out his palms and said, "Please return the things to me, and please go out, I have to change my clothes."

"Do you still want to get back what you gave away?"

Yan Zekai sneered, held the palm of his hand, and rubbed his callused fingertips on the delicate palm.

"I've already lost my things. This is the dressing room, not your home. Why should I listen to you?"

Qian Ling withdrew his hand like an electric shock, there was still a tingling feeling in the palm of his hand, and his cheeks were also itchy.

Yan Zekai simply sat down on the chair in the middle of the locker room, "There are 5 minutes left for class, if you are late, you will be punished for running laps."

Badass!

idiot!

Qian Ling turned around and changed her clothes while cursing in her heart.

He doesn't want to have anything to do with such a person anymore!

Qian Ling took off his clothes and immersed himself in venting his grievances. If he turned around now, he would find that Yan Zekai, who was still indifferent just now, was staring at him non-stop.

Those dark eyes were filled with various complex emotions.

There is no flaw in the boy's body, he is perfect like a work of art created by an artist who spent his entire life, with a magical power like a whirlpool, which attracts people to sink continuously.

Yan Zekai's breathing was a little heavy, and his slack sitting posture was adjusted to one leg resting on the other.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the locker room.

"Qianling, have you changed yet?" the boy said as he walked in, "Class is about to start, if you don't leave, you won't come—"

Suddenly a wall appeared in front of him.

Yan Zekai's tall figure stood in front of the boy,

Surprise flashed in the boy's eyes, why did this guy appear in this place, if he had known about it, he would have taken a look before letting Qian Ling in.

Nothing will happen, will it?

The huge height gap and sense of oppression made it impossible for him to see the scene in the locker room at all.

The boy could only smile and probe, "I'm looking for Qianling, Brother Yan."

With a cold face, Yan Zekai didn't say a word, and dragged him out easily by the collar.

The footsteps gradually faded away.

Only then did Qian Ling heave a sigh of relief, he speeded up his change of clothes, quickly put on the loose T-shirt, and replaced the dull trousers with black, breathable sports straight-leg cropped trousers.

But when Qian Ling thought about it, from Yan Zekai's point of view, a stranger suddenly gave him something, he must be very proud, right?

Maybe when he threw away his things, he would call him stupid.

Thinking of this, Qian Ling's blood pressure went up again.

He closed the cabinet door heavily, took a few deep breaths, and then turned and walked out of the dressing room.

Yan Zekai leaned against the railing of the corridor outside the dressing room.

Qianling looked around, but couldn't find the male classmate who brought him here.

"There's no need to look for him, he's already gone." Yan Zekai said, "If you don't hurry up, you really won't be able to catch up with the physical education class."

[The author has something to say: Qian Ling thought: He doesn't know me, so he must be laughing at me!

In fact, Yan Zekai, who had been peeking secretly before this: woo woo woo my wife took the initiative to hold my hand and gave me a biscuit, + actually bumped into me in the locker room, I am simply the happiest puppy! 】