It's okay, don't flirt!

Knowingly, he answered: "It's still number one in the grade."

As a god of learning, Yan Jing has no interest in the learning career of another god of learning, so he asks: "Brother, let's not talk about study, let's talk about the story between you and your buddies."

Ming Zhiyan seriously thought about it and said, "I don't have any particularly good friends."

Rigorous and unyielding, "Just Han Le, I think you two have a good relationship."

Knowing that Yan lost his expression for a moment, he smiled again and said, "Well, Han Le, we have a good relationship."

Watching carefully, waiting for him to speak.

Knowing that he couldn't say anything, he had no choice but to follow his wishes, "We are in the same class in junior high school, he is quite interesting, and we often have a group of experiments, and the relationship is relatively good."

Seriously asked: "What happened next?"

Mingzhi said: "It's nothing after that, and the high school is not the same school."

Yan Jing was puzzled and said, "He Ming said that you two had known each other for four years before he left the country."

Knowing that Yan was a little flustered, he paused, and thought of a reasonable explanation, "I see you occasionally, and I haven't contacted him since he went abroad in his second year of high school."

Rigorously felt that the person Ming Zhiyan said was like an ordinary classmate, but the two of them seemed to be so familiar with each other.Knowing that Yan was hiding something, and that was what he desperately wanted to know.

Knowing that there is no need to talk, I turned off the lights and went to sleep.He turned sideways, leaving a back view for Yan Jing.The night didn't swallow everything, he looked at the body lying in front of him carefully, the faint heat emanating from there enveloped him with a taste of knowing, he moved his body, got closer, and fell asleep peacefully.

Knowing that Yan got up early the next day and the sky was still dark, he got out of bed lightly, looked at the people, and his body temperature was normal, so he left with peace of mind.

When Yan Jing wakes up, he knows that Yan has already returned to the light.A note was left on the table - take the medicine again after getting up, take care of yourself, and talk to the senior brother if you have something to do.Knowing what to say.

The handwriting was vigorous and powerful, piercing through the back of the paper, and also left a deep mark on his rigorous heart. He carefully sandwiched the note in the manga, put it in a drawer and hid it.

But he doesn't seem to understand the meaning of "something", and the word is often used inaccurately on him.

Rigorously calls every day, was praised by Principal Wang today, and praised by Mrs. Li tomorrow, the sow in Uncle Zhang’s house gave birth to a litter of piglets, and two middle-aged women at the entrance of the village had another fight... He can talk about small things with joy, as happy as if he won a prize.

At the end of this month, President Wang's son was going to marry a wife. He felt that he was rigorous, cultured, and good-looking. Being the master of ceremonies would save face, so he came to beg him.Rigorousness has accumulated considerable prestige in the small town, and he has the appearance of a village sage and celebrity in every gesture.Of course I have to do my best to help the happy events in the village, otherwise I will be sorry for the love and affection of the masses!

On the day of his wedding, he borrowed a suit that didn't fit very well, it was baggy, he wore a red bow tie, dragged a wired microphone, stood on the set up stage and howled for almost half an hour, and it was finally over.

There was smoke in his throat, as if he had been stabbed by a sharp leaf, and it hurt, but he took a sip of his saliva, and crouched under the pillar with the phone in his arms, saying to Mingzhi, "I just finished hosting."

Mingzhi Yan asked him if it was fun, he bent his eyes, pursed his mouth, and told what he had seen and heard. The groom drank a glass of wine and spilled all over his body. Rolled his eyes at him.

Yan Jing laughed non-stop, provoking Ming Zhiyan to laugh too, and finally stopped, Ming Zhiyan asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

While Yan Jing was talking, Principal Wang found out and asked him to eat the banquet quickly.

Knowing that he was going to hang up the phone, he urged: "Go and eat quickly, don't be hungry."

Nodding his head rigorously, hanging up the phone with a silly smile, Principal Wang laughed at him, "I'll be able to go back soon, seeing how sweet you two are, you're going to get married soon, right?"

Strictly stunned, he hurriedly defended, "It's not..."

Principal Wang glanced at him, blushing. The principal looked knowing, and said: "Don't look at me in this remote mountainous area. I was also in free love back then. When I was thinking about my sweetheart, what did I look like? Still can't understand?"

Principal Wang took him to the table and went to greet the guests again.

Sitting rigorously at the banquet, eating with a bowl, his face burned badly, and Ming Zhiyan was ashamed to think of the word "sweetheart" on him.His heart was pounding, and his hands were trembling a little. He moved it up, trying to put it against his face to cool down, but he found that his palms were also hot.

I like brother?

When this thought came to mind, his heart beat violently, as if it was a reward for his correct answer.

After the wedding banquet, Yan Jing left and called Shen Jiang when he returned to the dormitory.

Today, the presence of the heart is extremely strong, especially when thinking of such words as Mingzhiyan and Said Like.

"What's it like to like someone?" He couldn't open his mouth, and his voice was so low that Shen Jiang had to turn up the volume of the call.

"It's quite complicated. If you want to be together and have endless things to say, you will be nervous at first, but you will get used to his existence after a long time. Everyone feels different."

Still not satisfied with the rigor, "Then how do you know you like He Ming?"

Shen Jiang thought for a while, "At that time someone asked me, do you have someone you like?" He smiled and said, "The first thing I thought of was him."

Shen Jiang didn't hear a serious response. He waited for a while, and when the air was quiet, he asked softly, "Do you have someone you like?"

Yan Jing's head exploded, the blood in his whole body was about to rush to his face, and his mind was full of knowing, carrying him to the hospital, helping him to dress, feeding him, blowing his hair half naked... Yan Jing felt that A rush of hot blood was about to rush out from his nostrils.

He hung up the phone in a panic, touched his nose, but fortunately, it didn't flow out.

Yan Jing sat quietly for a long while, recalling his senior brother like a lantern in his mind, and when he thought of the beautiful scenery without clothes to cover, he could still play it back slowly. After thinking about it carefully, he found that the blood flowed back, and rushed down again.When he came out of the bathroom, he was very sure that he had someone he liked.

Once he recognized his own heart, Rigorous also understood why he couldn't bear to see other people getting close to seniors.It's all about possessiveness.But after realizing it, the desire to possess only increased, he still didn't want others to get close to his senior brother, even if possible, he wanted to keep it for himself.

He Ming was about to make a phone call to get stuck with Shen Jiang, when a call came in with no winks.He Ming fell silent, and waited for him to call himself off, then proudly picked up the phone to call Shen Jiang, but the phone vibrated again, and he answered angrily.

On the other side, they took the lead and questioned: "How did you make Chen Jiang succumb?"

He Ming said angrily, "Don't say I'm like a rascal."

Rigorous and puzzled, "Did he take the initiative to like you?"

He Ming was annoyed, "I'm the one who chased you down."

"That's normal." Yan Jing said in a tone that was not what I expected, and asked after him: "How did you do it?"

"I've said it all, so shameless."

He said rigorously: "But he is a man, how could he be willing to have sex with you?"

He Ming snorted disdainfully, "You have to be thick-skinned and strong-armed. Dare to think and do what you want!"

The rigor is like enlightenment, and I suddenly feel that the road ahead is bright and the road is bright.

He Ming said, "Why are you asking these questions?"

Although He Ming looks like a mentally retarded man, he still cares about Ming Zhiyan. If he finds out that he wants to fuck his younger brother, he might destroy himself.

"It has nothing to do with you," he said with a guilty conscience, and quickly hung up the phone after speaking.

What an attitude!

Yan Yan took out a lesson plan, nestled on the table to write and draw, flipped through his phone for a while, flipped through comics for a while, and was busy until the early morning, and finally he was done.

Early the next morning, when the alarm rang, he sat up from the bed, typed a string of words, send!

Ming Zhiyan touched the phone from the bedside, checked the time, it was only six o'clock, and opened the text message: It's raining today, remember to bring an umbrella, eat well, be full of energy.

Knowing that he thought he was dazzled, he squinted and focused, yes, there was one.He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what the hell was wrong with being rigorous.

The first form of the rigorous plan of chasing male gods was copied from the post full of feelings of girls at the beginning of the century-bombarding with caring text messages in cute tones.

The second style - strong sense of presence, but in the valley, the strictness has to take a roundabout route, sending two text messages every day!Another one before going to bed - go to bed early, don't work too hard.

Ming Zhiyan looked at the text message and laughed, thinking that he probably only used such a modal particle.Ming Zhiyan called to see if he had a fever again, and he burned from a child with a cripple to a small brain.

I don't want the little cripple to die.

The third type - playing hard to get!Yan Jing feels that he has mastered the moves with great proficiency, and the senior brother has already taken the bait!Don't be in a hurry to close the shot, let him bite it tight!

Knowing that this fish was fed two "oh" words every day, it was caught until the day when it was strictly necessary to return to the city.

Strictly looking up to the sky and laughing, he can finally switch to the fourth trick!

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