See the spirit boy Gangji

Hayato's face was stuck to the boy's hair, and he was pressed with his face halfway, as if he was caught by a human-shaped pillow.

Hayato felt that the boy's soothing, steady, and feather-like breathing was in his ears, with a slight hot flush on his neck.

Judaime and I shared the same bed.

This cognition is like a spark that ignites quickly.

His face was so hot, as if it was on fire, a temperature comparable to a high fever reappeared on his face since the satellite was young.The boy's hand almost unconsciously wrapped around the brown-haired boy's waist.

It's slender, slender and soft, even...smooth, warm.The movement of the silver-haired boy paused. The boy's sleeping posture was not good this time. The pajamas on his body were rolled up layer by layer due to the excessive range of motion. His waist was exposed, and his chest was a little higher.Hayato's palm was pressed against his waist, and the silver-haired boy felt his scalp numb, and the steaming heat was constantly impacting his brain, becoming foggy and at a loss.

He moved his throat, as if he wanted to utter the syllables from his throat, but how dare he speak at this moment.

He seems to have forgotten that human beings still have the function of language, as if the pilgrims were favored by faith, and the walkers were favored by Helen, from the throbbing of a butterfly resting on a rose.

All the words that I wanted to wake up the other party and the words I wanted to say were thrown out of the sky.

Judaime is too close, even though there have been several times of such trajectory before, but it has never been so intimate, almost hugging people in their arms, they are almost close to each other, with their faces against their necks and their arms around them The waist line, part of the legs are pressed against the body...or the special environment of "bed" and "bedroom" makes the silver-haired boy feel a little more private, and there are other people downstairs.

I should have called Judaime up, but now I am shamelessly lying on the bed with the other party. After the curtains of the room are drawn, there is a layer of ambiguity, which makes people more nervous for no reason.

Prisoner Hayato has never been calm. His long-term experience of seeking gangsters on the streets and the unstable environment in Sicily made him seem like a weapon he used, always filled with the smell of sulfur and gunpowder with the smell of struggle.

At this moment, the prison temple Hayato's mind is dizzy at the moment.

The boy's cheeks rubbed against his neck, like some kind of soft little animal, looking for a more comfortable position, and then continued to fall into dreams sweetly, with a faint scent of orange blossom spreading from the tip of his nose, There is a heart-warming sweetness, fermenting along the traces of the warmth of the sun, as if it can fill the entire space.

"Boom-thump-thump..."

Heartbeat like a drum.

At this time, he became worried instead, whether his heartbeat was too loud in this quiet environment, so as to disturb the other party.

Hayato Gakudera is not quite sure whether such a heartbeat like a drum is a bit out of line for the admiration of the leader, because if you look at the fact that he regards Sawada Tsunayoshi as a belief, this kind of fanatic will fall headlong The frenzy to go in is also reasonable.

He felt like a prisoner in a hell of sweetness and excitement, and he didn't want to wake up, to be reminded of anything.

It's best to keep going like this.

And so on and on.

But unfortunately, this sweet happiness didn't last long. A familiar voice came from downstairs in the attic, followed by Nana Sawada's welcoming and informative voice:

"Ah, Yamamoto-kun. Did you all make an appointment to come over to play together? Kikuji-kun has already gone up."

"Oh, is that so?" The boy paused, then smiled heartily.

"Then please Yamamoto-kun cut up the fruit and bring it up?"

The footsteps belonging to the baseball boy came from outside the door.

It was very easy, as if he knocked on the door in a formal manner, and without waiting for the person inside to answer, he said, "Then I'm coming in." He pushed the door open and entered.

Takeshi Yamamoto was holding a bowl of freshly cut fruit, with a smile on his face, looking at the situation inside.

"Yo, what a coincidence, Octopus Head, you also come to play with Ah Gang."

"What are you doing?"

Takeshi Yamamoto looked at the prison temple standing aside, the other party's hair was still a little messy, and the short-haired boy glanced at the slightly sunken quilt next to him, feeling a little weird in his heart but didn't say much.

"Hasn't Tsuna woke up yet?" Yamamoto put down the fruit plate and asked, Hayato Kikuji gently pushed the boy, the stinky face that was originally facing Yamamoto became gentle, and his voice was soft: "Judaime, what should you do?" woke up..."

The brown-haired boy frowned, his eyeballs fluttered under his eyelids, and then lazily and reluctantly opened them.

He was a little dazed when he saw Hayato's magnified face, and he didn't seem to understand why he was in his home, and then he saw Takeshi Yamamoto behind him, only to realize later that he had made an appointment with him today .

"Now... what time is it?" Tsunayoshi Sawada found that his voice was a little hoarse, with a soft nasal sound, which was not clear, and inexplicably carried a hint of coquettishness.

Takeshi Yamamoto took his words: "I just glanced at the clock, it's almost nine o'clock, and Gang hasn't washed yet?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi thought about it slowly, and said "oh", he actually didn't want to get up, but the two teenagers were staring at him at this moment, which made Tsunayoshi feel a little uncomfortable, all the guests came to your house, but the master still lying on the bed...

Even if the relationship between the three is not bad, it is embarrassing for Tsuna to say that. "Then I'll take a shower first..." He felt that he had no strength in his whole body, and the feeling of being stained with blood yesterday made the boy feel a little uncomfortable.

The brown-haired boy pointed to the bookshelf next to him and the Switch game console on the table.In order to prevent the oolong incident of social death caused by Dino from recurring, he also cleaned up his bookshelves that day, and put all some sensitive books in the cabinets in the closet.

"You can play comic books and game consoles." Tsuna tilted his head and got out of bed: "I'm going to take a shower, and you can feel free in the room."

After speaking, the brown-haired boy casually pulled on a shirt and opened the bathroom door.

In the room, only Hayato and Takeshi Yamamoto were left in the room.

After Tsunayoshi left, Gokuji Hayato's face became bitter and bitter again, which surprised Takeshi Yamamoto. This change of attitude made Takeshi Yamamoto feel that the other party could actually be an actor again.There is no irony in this sentence, it's just Takeshi Yamamoto's intuitive feeling, after all, in front of Tsunayoshi Sawada, the loyal dog will always look obedient, wagging its tail and throwing flowers.

"Why are you here?" Hayato Gujiji was dissatisfied with what had just been interrupted. He felt that the baseball boy in front of him was always stepping in precisely as if he had a radar, and interrupted him every time. A good opportunity to develop a relationship with Daime.He looked at the other party, and seemed to really doubt whether the short-haired boy had installed some tracking device: "If you don't go play your baseball, why are you looking for Judaime?"

"Eh, can't it?" Takeshi Yamamoto didn't answer the silver-haired boy Satellite first, but asked directly: "We are all friends, isn't it normal to come to play with Agang? I just didn't expect you to come here as well. What a coincidence, isn't it?"

The prison temple falcon vomits blood in anger, who is so lucky with you! "I made an appointment with Judaimu in advance! Today should be me and Judaimu together all day!" He retorted.

"Really?" Takeshi Yamamoto smiled disapprovingly: "Don't say that, Tsuna is not a personal item." His words directly blocked Hayato's mouth, "I'm here to learn from Tsunayoshi. of it."

Takeshi Yamamoto lifted the book bag on his handle. "There are some parts of the mathematics in the last class that I don't understand."

study? ? ?you?And Judaime?Or study mathematics? ?Hayato Gokuji asked several questions in a row, and he was almost pissed off by Takeshi Yamamoto.Why didn’t I see you say this when you didn’t listen to the lecture every day in class! ?

Come over to Judaime as soon as the holiday is off and say we study together? ?What can I learn?Do you want to learn how to squeeze out the position of Judaime's left and right hand? ?Although Hayato is a fanatical follower, he also knows that his leader is not very good at learning.

To say that I am not very good at learning this word is actually a euphemism.If reborn was here, he would definitely call it a "catastrophe in the subject world" with a very vicious tongue, a level that makes textbook teachers cry for it, a mudslide in cultural classes.

For Sawada Tsunayoshi's subjects... especially mathematics, reborn performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation electric shock therapy and various first aid measures, but none of them could make the boy's level reach the passing line.

60 points, a bright red line, the brown-haired boy stood stubbornly at one end below, the formula was memorized, the book was memorized, no matter how procrastinated and beaten, the red line was hovering on the edge of the test . Reborn was silent about this, he even wondered if there was some kind of curse on the boy's head, his grades had obviously improved, but why couldn't he fail the exam?And it is such a level, now Takeshi Yamamoto came over and told himself that he came to Sawada Tsunayoshi to learn mathematics.

What to learn, who teaches whom?Kikuji Hayato swears that he has absolutely no intention of disrespecting Judaime, but... who dares to teach whom?But when it comes to watching movies, Hayato Gokudera will feel that Takeshi Yamamoto is belittling himself.

Hayato Gokuji stared at Takeshi Yamamoto, who was inexplicably stared at by Takeshi Yamamoto.

In the bathroom, Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't know that the two of them were facing each other outside.

He put the water in, took off his clothes and climbed directly into the bathtub.The warm water soaked through the skin with a feeling of warmth. With my hands resting on the bathtub, I felt that most of the fatigue on my body was swept away. The bad mood yesterday became "not too bad" today.

He paddled the water, and the water swayed with it, but he didn't know why he felt that he didn't have much strength. To be precise, he didn't want to use strength?Tsunade slowly closed her eyes.

Almost unconscious, strands of brown hair clung to his cheeks, his head sank into the water, and the boy's arms slid down the smooth porcelain walls into the tub.

"Wow, cough, cough—" The water flowed into the respiratory tract, and the boy woke up startled, covering his face and coughing continuously.The two people outside heard the rapid coughing in the bathroom and hurriedly knocked on the door to ask.

"Judaime!" "Tsuna, are you alright?"

"Cough...it's okay, I accidentally choked on water..." The brown-haired boy covered his mouth, his face turned red, and his eyes were misty. "Ahem." He suppressed his voice as low as possible, hurriedly left the bathtub to pick up the clothes next to him, and almost slipped and fell back into the bathtub halfway.

Sawada Tsunayoshi supported the wall next to him and managed to put on his clothes. Because he was too hasty, he didn't even wipe off the water on his body. Some parts of the shirt were stuck to his body due to the moisture. The boy looked for it and realized it later. Only to realize that I didn't take my pants at all.

What happened to me today?Forgotten, he patted his forehead, but he was not much better than usual.

The boy glanced at the clothes on his body and thought it didn't matter, it wasn't that he didn't wear underwear.

Sawada Tsunayoshi opened the door.

"Ten generations..."

Looking up, the two teenagers looked at him hastily, and in an instant, like an old tape, it got stuck.

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感谢在2021-11-0200:00:12~2021-11-0222:52:22期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Qingyuan;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: I am almost 20 bottles of useless cats;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!