[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

It's a pity that Joey didn't beat the unknown person to let him understand why the flowers are so popular.

When he suddenly came back to his senses and immediately exchanged BUFF to give this guy a kick, his imprisoned hand was freed, and he could even feel that this guy was far away from him. Joey vaguely realized that the guy wanted to run away. , Immediately stretched out his hand, but it was already a step slower.

The fingertips clearly felt that they touched the gloved fingers of the other party, but unfortunately they failed to catch the other party.

The lights in the auditorium came on.

Joey stood at the gate of the auditorium with a bad expression on his face.

His brows were frowned, and his eyes scanned the crowd in the auditorium, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

"Joe!"

Peter squeezed out from the crowd, his face was terrified and his clothes were messy. After finally finding his little friend, his eyes lit up and he ran towards Joey.

"It was just too scary," Peter said, "After the lights went out, I had chosen a corner where there was no one to stand, but somehow I was held back by several hands, if I hadn't run fast May be kissed, oh my god, I never knew I could be treated like this..."

The chattering Peter looked at his little friend and noticed that something was wrong with his face. When his eyes fell on Joey's lips, he froze for a moment.

"You here—"

"Ok?"

Joey didn't want to think about who that person was for the time being—it was dark and there was no monitoring, and he couldn't find out afterwards—he listened to Peter's words, but suddenly heard Peter stop, and Joey looked at him suspiciously go.

It turned out that Peter came up and wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand. Joey felt a tingling pain, and he couldn't help hissing, and found that Peter had withdrawn his hand and looked at his fingertips. A little bit of blood.

Peter looked at his hands, then at Joey, "Who?"

Joey shook his head, "I don't know, it's too dark to see anything clearly, but—" He paused, and said calmly, "It should be a boy."

"Boy?" The answer made Peter's eyes widen. "Why did he come to kiss you and—"

And bit his lip.

As long as he thought of this, Peter couldn't help frowning.

"You don't like gays?" Joey asked.

"No, of course not, I actually don't have any thoughts about them," Peter shook his head, and he said seriously, "I think it's their own business to like whoever they like, as long as they don't hurt others, it's fine, I just—"

He thought for a while, then looked at his little friend, the bright red lips were really conspicuous under the light, even someone like Peter who had never been in a relationship could tell that they had been kissed.

Peter blinked, he thought about it carefully, and finally said with a serious face: "I just think that person's behavior is a little too much."

"I think so too." Joey said, he shook his fist and smiled with Peter: "It's best not to let me find out who that guy is."

When he returned to the dormitory, he found that he was alone, and the other party didn't come back until he finished washing and was about to go to bed.

"A date?" he asked casually.

"Run."

Joey:? ?

He didn't quite understand the reason why Eduardo went running suddenly. After all, according to the normal logic, shouldn't it be because he met a beautiful female classmate at the prom and then went to the grove or strolled on the playground together?

Eduardo glanced at Joey's lips that were no longer bleeding, and rarely showed an inconspicuous smile: "A little bit excited."

Eduardo, whose lips are slightly curved and showing a faint smile, looks very eye-catching, but Joey somehow feels that he is a bit of an illusion that he is being stared at by a beast. For the first time, those golden eyes gave him a dangerous feeling, making him Subconsciously, he looked away and stopped looking at his roommate.

"Well, I'll go to bed first, good night."

"Good night." Eduardo's voice was less cold than before, like a piece of ice with human emotions, and finally melted a little.

It looked like he was in a really good mood, Joey couldn't help thinking.

After the welcome dance, it ushered in a new week. Apart from attending classes and writing papers every day, I played basketball occasionally, which was not much different from the previous weeks.

Probably because of the weekend appointment with Steve, Joey only felt that time passed much slower than before.

If there is anything different, it would probably be that when returning Professor Moriarty's clothes, Joey met a strange boy in the building, who seemed to stare at him, and brushed past him It seemed that he wanted to hit him as he passed, but Joey dodged him.

He couldn't figure it out as he watched the boy pooh at him with an angry look on his face, as if Joey had done something bad to him, and Joey stood there holding the packed and washed clothes , After thinking about it carefully, I finally confirmed that I really didn't know this boy.

Does he look so easy to bully, and lose his temper at him for no reason?

After confirming that this guy did not exist in his memory at all, he narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone, "Do you want to fight?"

The boy was still angry at first, but after Joey said this, his expression froze as if he was frightened, and he turned and left quickly.

Joey:?

Is this guy going to the hospital to check his brain?Joey felt completely bewildered, but he didn't bother to catch up. He turned around and walked towards Professor Moriarty's dormitory.

The boy who was scared away didn't really leave. When he walked to the gate of the dormitory, he suddenly remembered the clothes in Joey's arms, which made him turn around and go back, and then quietly hid in the corner. When Joey stood in front of the professor named Moriarty, he handed the clothes in his hand to the professor, and was dragged into the room by the professor.

It wasn't until the door was closed that the boy couldn't see anything anymore, then he turned and left again, clutching the phone tightly, a malicious thought slowly emerged in his mind.

While Joey was waiting, the weekend finally came.

Because there was an elective class on Friday night, Joey didn't go back until Saturday morning. Joe's father had already gone to work, and Joe's mother was clearing the dining table.

"Mom, are there any materials for making snacks in the kitchen?"

Joey threw the backpack on the sofa, and then stepped forward to help Joe's mother pack it up.

"Yes," Mother Qiao nodded. She and her son put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, and said casually, "Eggs and cream are in the refrigerator, and flour is in the cabinet below. Do you want to make biscuits?"

"Yes."

"Make biscuits as soon as you come back?" Qiao's mother looked at her son suspiciously, and her mother's intuition made her feel that this matter was not easy.

"Because I'm going to go out later." Joey took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, and when he knelt down to get the flour, he casually answered Joe's mother's question. When he turned his head, he was directly caught by Qiao's mother when he was about to start. The approaching face was startled.

"Mom, what are you doing?!"

"I think there's something wrong with you, son." Mother Qiao held her chin, and she scanned her son up and down with a scrutinizing look just like she had watched a detective drama, "To be honest, Do you have someone you like?"

Joey: "...Give up, Mom, I can't tell you."

If he tells her mother, it means that all his girlfriends will know about it, and being known by them means that his circle may know about it. Joey can't stand being surrounded by gossip. , after all, he is still a crush.

Qiao's mother took a look at her son's face, and finally could only sigh with regret: "It seems that you didn't win him at all."

After all, she still knows about her own son. If they are really together and the relationship is established, she will definitely bring them home and let them know each other.

Joey said firmly: "...sooner or later."

"I wish you good luck," mother Qiao encouraged. After a pause, she added, "If you are embarrassed, son, I can help you prepare."

"what to prepare?"

Joey, who was about to knead the dough, replied subconsciously when he was processing the flour with water added, but then he heard his mother cough. He turned his head and looked over, only to find that his mother raised both hands and curled one hand into a A small circle, one hand extended index finger, in and out of that circle.

Joey: "...!"

His face turned red all of a sudden, and he didn't know if it was because he was stimulated by this action, or because he thought of the figure of the person he liked. Anyway, Mother Qiao felt that her son probably really had someone he liked this time.

After Joey packed the biscuits he made, he greeted Joe's mother and went out. He tried his best to ignore the gossip eyes, but when he came to Steve's door, his ears were still red of.

There was no way, the excitement was a little too big. Although he had tried his best to control it, Joey was a young man after all, so he couldn't help but imagine that scene a little bit.

He calmed down his breathing, raised his hand to cover his chest, and only after making sure his heart was not beating fast, he pressed the doorbell.

As a result, when the door was pulled open from the inside, the scene in front of him made Joey's originally calm emotions rush to the sky like clicking a pistol.

Steve's hair was wet. He was wearing a vest, revealing his perfectly muscular arms. Beads of sweat rolled off his skin, and some of it went down his collarbone, soaked into the vest, and got wet. A small piece, the full chest muscles hold the vest too tight, making people wish they could stick their eyes on the transparent vest that was wet with sweat, and see the beauty underneath.

Steve smiled at Joey, "I thought you'd be back this afternoon—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Joey squatting on the ground suddenly, covering his face so that his expression could not be seen clearly, and his red ear tips could be faintly seen under the black broken hair.

Steve:? ?

He was a little dazed and didn't quite understand why Joey made this sudden move. After waiting for a few seconds, he found that Joey still hadn't stood up. Steve couldn't help but leaned down, put his hand on the Asian boy's shoulder, and asked in a low voice: " What's the matter, Joe? Are you unwell?"

As a result, as soon as his hand touched Joey's shoulder, he felt his little neighbor's body tremble. The reaction was so great that Steve thought he had hurt the other party without knowing it. Joey is worried about this situation: "Joe?"

"...It's nothing." Joey, who buried his face in his knees, whispered sullenly.

"Steve, you don't need to talk to me, I'll be fine later."

Allow him to slow down a little bit.

It can only be said that things happened too quickly.

When Joey saw Steve like this, his first reaction was to think of the action made by Joe's mother, and then the picture of Steve lying on the bed with him appeared unconsciously in his mind, if he If you continue to read, you may not be able to bear the eighteen bans in your head.

He was even worried about whether he would have a nosebleed, and he didn't feel relieved until he touched his nose quietly and found that it was dry.

I don't know how long I squatted in front of Steve's house. Joey didn't even care whether his mother would find him at the door of the neighbor's house. In short, he waited until his heart was not beating so fast. Just looked up and stood up.

To his surprise, Steve didn't go back, but still stood at the door. When Joey looked up, the worry on his face eased.

Joey's eyes moved away unnaturally, but drifted back from time to time, and then continued to use reason to force his eyes back.

Steve was completely unaware of Joey's entanglement. Although he looked at Joey's slightly red face, he was a little worried about whether the other party had a cold, but he felt that Joey seemed to be in good spirits.

"Come in." Steve said to him.

Joey followed and walked in. He first took a closer look at the layout of the living room, but it was probably because Steve moved in not long ago, there were not many furniture and personal items, until he came to Joey to exercise In the place where I saw the sandbags hanging in the center of the room, if you look carefully, you can find the sunken marks that have not been restored.

It seems that Steve should have been exercising here before he came.

In addition to sandbags, there are some other exercise equipment placed in every corner.

Steve led him to a place with a relatively large space, with a habitual and soothing smile on his face, and a very gentle tone: "So shall we start now?"

Joey blinked. He didn't expect that Steve was going to teach him directly. After looking around, Joey went to the corner and put the biscuits away, then returned to Steve and nodded.

"Ready?" Steve smiled.

"Ready."

Joey nodded, looking intently at Steve, waiting for him.

"If you want to master it quickly, actual combat should be better, so my idea is to guide you where you are wrong while actual combat, what do you think?" Steve did not rush to start, but first confirmed the teaching with Joey Way.

Actual combat is the best way to get familiar with it, so Joey has no problem with it.

Yes, not at all.

Until he was thrown by Steve in various ways all morning, locked his neck, and fell over his shoulder.

"Well--"

Joey was pinned to the ground, his lower body was pressed by Steve's thighs, and his hands were turned on his back. Steve could even subdue his two hands with one hand while the other passed through him. The neck made him unconsciously tilt his head back along this force, completely unable to use the strength to break free.

His face was completely red, but this time it was because of exertion. In the end, he took a rough breath and gave up helplessly:

"I... Phew, I can't move."

Only then did Steve relax his strength. In fact, he restrained Joey, especially when he was on the neck, he did not use much strength, because a little carelessness would easily cause suffocation, so Steve paid attention to this .

When he released Joey's thigh and took a step back, Joey immediately turned over and lay on his back on the ground, his whole body was in a state of collapse.

"I'm so tired."

"Don't lie on the floor after strenuous exercise, Joe."

Steve leaned down and held out his hand to him, Joey reached out to hold it, and barely stood up with Steve's strength. When he let go, he seemed to be able to feel the other's body temperature in his palm.

"Steve..."

"Huh?" Steve looked at him with a smile, completely unlike the serious look he had when teaching him.

However, the pain in every part of Joey's body made him understand that this was not an illusion, because he was so tired, he took a breath, and then continued: "Actually, there is one thing I don't quite understand."

Steve waited patiently for him to finish.

"Why did you reply to me that day... Tell me about being harassed?"

Steve:? ?

Those blue eyes widened slightly, as if a little surprised: "Isn't it?"

After getting Joey to shake his head, embarrassment appeared on Steve's face.

He said with some embarrassment: "Ah, so did I misunderstand, did my words cause trouble to you—"

"No, of course not, you definitely didn't bother me."

Joey immediately interrupted him. Although his hair was wet against his skin, his face was flushed from the previous fight, and the corners of his mouth were even a little bruised, his smile was from the heart.

The smile on his face was bright and genuine.

"I am very happy to receive your concern. This kindness will never be a problem for me."

Steve looked at him, a smile slowly forming in his blue eyes.