The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

"Three fried dough sticks, a cup of soy milk, thank you."

Shen Siyang took the fried dough sticks from Uncle Wang, turned around and walked out of the breakfast shop.

Shen Muque followed him and asked doubtfully, "Why do you eat three sticks today?"

Shen Siyang took a bite and handed the fritters to Shen Muque.

Shen Muque's eyes flickered slightly: "How are you feeling today?"

Shen Siyang looked up at him: "It's not completely good, so you only have one fried dough stick."

Shen Muque slowly smiled, took a bite of fried dough sticks from Shen Siyang's hand, and discussed with Shen Siyang: "Then when you feel better, can we eat glutinous rice from the shop next door?"

Shen Siyang laughed: "Still picking?"

Shen Muque smiled and moved closer to him.

-

In the third year of high school, there are two physical education classes a week.

This week's physical education class is on Monday and Wednesday, also after the big break.

After the two rounds of warm-up before class, the physical education teacher waved his hand: "This week's physical education class will give you free practice of sports events."

As soon as the words fell, the six teams rushed to the 100-meter track with a clatter, occupying all six tracks.

Gao Zhanpeng and his group walked slowly to the side of the track.

"Get out of the way, the track is not your home."

Yan Pu puffed up his chest: "It's not your family either, first come first served."

Gao Zhanpeng sneered: "What's the use of occupying the track with a bunch of trash who can't even make it to the finals?"

A louder sneer sounded behind him: "Is it necessary to train to win the champion's garbage by relying on prohibited drugs?"

Gao Zhanpeng's face changed suddenly, and he looked gloomyly at Cheng Daiyi who was approaching.

Seeing Cheng Daiyi walking straight to the track, he suddenly showed a mocking smile: "No way? I plan to participate in the sports meeting this year? Disqualified sports students, how dare you go on the track?"

Cheng Daiyi, who used to get angry every time he heard such words, just stretched his waist lightly this time: "Who is the real disqualification, we will see the result soon."

Gao Zhanpeng didn't get the expected reaction, and Gao Zhanpeng's face became distorted instantly.

Just as he was about to speak again to provoke Cheng Daiyi, he was suddenly pushed by Yan Pu.

Gao Zhanpeng was unprepared, and fell a few steps to the side. After standing still, he suddenly burst into a rage: "You are fucking sick!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Shen Siyang running past him at a constant speed on the spot he vacated.

Yan Pu pointed to Shen Siyang who ran past, and shrugged helplessly: "I'm sorry, who told you to stop our classmates from measuring [-] meters?"

He said "sorry" in his mouth, and his tone was full of "hit me if you have the ability".

Gao Zhanpeng blushed and was about to rush forward, but was hurriedly grabbed by the person next to him.

"Brother Peng, don't be impulsive, they must be deliberately provoking you, they just want to get rid of your qualifications as a sports student."

"That is, we must not follow his way."

Gao Zhanpeng stared at Yan Pu, then his eyes swept over everyone in class six, and finally stopped on Cheng Daiyi.

A few minutes later, he patted the wrinkled clothes, and said to Cheng Daiyi viciously: "The coward who hasn't run away for more than a year, just wait until I torture him until his body is bruised!"

After speaking, he led the fifth class and a group of people to leave.

After walking a few steps, I heard Cheng Daiyi's arrogant provocation: "Who abuses whom? I have never defeated my weak chicken."

Gao Zhanpeng clenched his fist instantly, his veins bulging.

He stood on the spot with a cold and gloomy expression for a long time before he walked away again.

-

After Shen Siyang measured [-], he walked to the stands and picked up the lemon juice that had been placed on the stands in advance.

Shen Muque followed him and analyzed: "The last three tests have been stable at the third or fourth place. After training until Thursday, keep the state stable. There will be no problems in the top three."

Shen Siyang responded lightly, shook the half-drinked lemon juice in his hand, and asked him, "Will you drink it?"

Shen Muque's attention was instantly focused on the lemon juice in Shen Siyang's hand.

Under the sun, the mouth of the plastic bottle has a little crystal luster.

Shen Muque blushed slightly and nodded.

He drank one-third of it with Shen Siyang's hand, and he seriously expressed his feelings: "It's so sweet."

"Really? Why do I feel so sour..."

In the middle of speaking, Shen Siyang came across Shen Muque's reddish cheeks, and then he reacted belatedly, put an elbow on his waist, and paused every word: "It's okay, don't watch idol dramas."

Shen Muque looked at Shen Siyang with bright eyes, and smiled warmly.

Suddenly, a voice came from far to near: "I thought about it all day yesterday."

Shen Siyang and Shen Muque all looked at the person coming.

Cheng Daiyi turned up to the stands and walked up to Shen Siyang: "Since you are still just friends, it means I still have hope."

Feeling the familiar hostility, he pinpointed where the hostility came from: "Little brat, I want to compete fairly with you."

Seeing his movements, Shen Siyang was slightly taken aback: "Can you see him now?"

Cheng Daiyi shook his head: "I can't see it."

"Then how do you know he's standing here?"

Cheng Daiyi snorted: "Every time I enter within five meters of you, I can feel the strong hostility that will kill me every minute."

He couldn't help complaining, "I don't know where you got that cheapskate from."

Shen Siyang subconsciously looked at Shen Muque.

Shen Muque's cheeks were reddish, with a look of irrelevant, I don't know.

Shen Siyang couldn't help chuckling, and it took a while to realize Cheng Daiyi's words: "Why do you want to compete fairly with him?"

"You."

Cheng Daiyi's appearance is that of a handsome guy with a ruffian air.

He curled his lips, seeing that Shen Siyang was about to speak, he immediately interrupted: "Don't refuse so quickly, you have to give me a chance to show off, what if after I show off, you find that I am better than this kid?"

After finishing speaking, he turned over and left the stands, waved his hands and said, "Wait for my challenge, kid."

-

Ever since Shen Muque was challenged, he had a dignified expression and a lot of preoccupations throughout the day.

At night, Shen Siyang walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, and saw Shen Muque standing by the window, with a dignified atmosphere still lingering all over his body.

He couldn't help laughing and approached: "What are you thinking?"

Shen Muque turned to look at him with a very serious expression: "Hurry up and close the distance between us."

Shen Siyang raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked him leisurely: "How do you plan to get closer?"

Shen Muque's eyes lit up: "Can I do it?"

Shen Siyang pondered: "Well... tell me first..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Muque immediately picked him up after hearing a "huh".

Shen Siyang was amused: "Is obedient only listening to half?"

Shen Muque hugged him to the bed and said angrily, "I hate that brat."

Shen Siyang was about to respond, when suddenly Shen Muque grabbed his hand and pressed him to a place, and he was stunned for a moment.

His cheeks were burning red uncontrollably: "What are you doing?"

Shen Muque replied seriously: "I'll help you once, and you help me once."

Shen Siyang reacted to this sentence for a full half a minute, angrily: "Shen Quide, you are really wicked, there is no one in the whole world who can buy and sell more than you."

Shen Muque circled him tightly, and delivered a speech in real time, with a bit of surprise in his gentle voice: "I will really change too."

That night, with the help of Hei Ye, Shen Siyang could barely break the jar.

The bedroom is brightly lit today.

Shen Muque's face, which could be called a murder weapon, was shining brightly in front of his eyes. Feeling the change in his hand, he felt numb all over and couldn't help but want to take it away.

Shen Muque didn't let him smoke, and even went one step further.

The slightly cool touch became clear in an instant, and Shen Siyang even had the illusion that he had warmed it up.

"You..." His voice was weak, "After watching so many TV shows, why do you only remember the method of getting closer in that book?"

Shen Muque asked seriously: "The TV series are all men and women, can the method be applied to men and men?"

Shen Siyang suddenly felt that the light was a bit dazzling: "Does the book you read specifically refer to men and men?"

Shen Muque thought about it carefully and nodded: "The protagonists are indeed two boys."

Shen Siyang was stunned for two seconds: "It's not...how can there be a protagonist in a popular science graphic tutorial? What kind of book are you reading?"

Shen Muque responded truthfully: "Comic books."

Shen Siyang: "You call that thing a popular science graphic tutorial?!"

Shen Muque looked at the reddened cheeks of the person in his arms, couldn't help rubbing his face lightly, and said seriously, "It is for me."

Shen Siyang was angry and wanted to laugh, but was suddenly dragged by Shen Muque into another floor, and the moment he intuitively felt it, he shrank back in fright.

Glancing at the pretty face that was so close at hand, it was completely inconsistent with something: "You...made it yourself, didn't you? Did you bring some personal extras?"

Shen Muque looked at him suspiciously.

Shen Siyang looked at Shang Shen Muque's sincere and clear eyes, and had nothing to say.

The comforter was completely crumpled.

Shen Siyang's vision became more and more blurred, and his hands became more and more sore.

It felt like a century had passed, but something was still there.

Shen Siyang was passive and stopped.

There was no movement.

Shen Muque's beautiful eyes were clouded with mist, and he looked at Shen Siyang in confusion.

"If this continues, I won't be able to hold the baton in the relay practice tomorrow."

Shen Muque rubbed his cheek against him, humming softly like a puppy.

Shen Siyang was so spineless that his heart softened.

He pressed Shen Muque's head: "Then you think of a way, anyway, you can't go on like this."

Shen Muque blinked lightly.

After thinking for a moment, he stood up slightly and carefully looked at the person in his arms.

Shen Siyang changed into a warm yellow short-sleeved pajamas after taking a shower.

The pajamas are, as always, oversized, with necklines that don't cover the collarbone.

In the past, the clavicle was fair and clear, but today under the incandescent lamp, it glowed with an unusual light pink color.

Suddenly, the Adam's apple in the field of vision moved slightly.

Shen Muque's attention was unconsciously shifted to the Adam's apple that he had once praised for its beauty.

The next second, he lowered his head and kissed lightly on his Adam's apple.

Shen Siyang trembled all over.

The hand was held by Shen Muque again, and the soft voice seemed to be separated by a layer of sandpaper, and it sounded next to his ears: "I figured out a way."

Shen Siyang was so itchy that he wanted to shrink away, but Shen Muque surrounded him tightly.

Obviously the lips are cold to the touch, but the breath is warm.

Under the light, the delicate eyelashes trembled non-stop, Shen Siyang was dizzy, and finally compromised: "I'll give you another 10 minutes."

Shen Muque paused slightly, raised his eyes and looked at him to bargain: "Then can I have a little more strength?"

Shen Siyang covered his eyes, and after a while he said awkwardly: "Don't leave a mark."

After a moment of silence in the bedroom, Shen Muque's serious and curious voice sounded: "Can I still leave a mark?"

Shen Siyang: "..."

He gritted his teeth and pressed Shen Muque's head: "You have 9 minutes left."

"Your Adam's apple is really beautiful," Shen Muque suddenly said again, his voice was always gentle and serious, "It's small."

Shen Siyang had tried his best not to look at Shen Muque's face.

His neck was itchy and numb, and Shen Muque's soft voice insisted on highlighting his presence back and forth in his ears.

Unbearable, he pulled the quilt over his face.

Just like that, Shen Muque's shallow laughter could still be heard.

Shen Siyang is sure that it will definitely last more than 9 minutes.

But he was very thankful that it was over.

Stretched his head out of the quilt and sat up, suddenly heard Shen Muque say: "You have changed again."

Shen Muque put his arms around him: "Do you want me to help you again?"

Shen Siyang smiled bluntly: "Then so that you can force buy and sell with me next time?"

Shen Muque didn't respond for a while.

Shen Siyang looked at him and found that he was thinking very seriously.

Shen Siyang was instantly annoyed, and strangled his neck: "You really dare to think?!"

Shen Muque showed a shy smile and picked him up from the bed.

Carrying someone into the bathroom, he gently rubbed Shen Siyang's soft cheeks, and said seriously: "Our relationship is already very close, there is no room for that brat to get involved."

Shen Siyang lowered his eyes, and the roots of his ears turned abnormally red.

"Not at all." He said softly.