sailing boy

To be honest, it is really not easy to meet someone who has the same shirt as me, has the same birthday, can make a pair with the name, and sits in the same seat.

Anyway, Zhou Yang was stunned, he said in his heart that this was definitely his predestined relationship.

"Stop talking," he put his hand on Jiang Fan's shoulder: "What class are you in?"

"Class five." Jiang Fan slapped his hand away.

"Okay! I'll remember it!" Zhou Yang put his shoulders on him again: "From now on, we are good brothers!"

"Not in the same class," Jiang Fan slapped his hand off again: "Isn't it appropriate?"

"It's suitable! Why isn't it suitable?!" Zhou Yang gave up his shoulders and hugged his waist instead: "I can come to play with you every day."

"Is it inconvenient?" Jiang Fan pulled his hand covering his waist: "Going up and down the stairs."

Zhou Yang: "It's okay! Isn't it still—"

"Don't move." Jiang Fan shook off his hand that was raised in mid-air.

"Oh..." Zhou Yang put down his hands obediently and continued: "There are still classes! It's not a problem for you to work hard in the second grade of high school!"

Jiang Fan: "Do you think the score is so easy to get?"

"That's how I took the test!" Zhou Yang said foolishly.

"..." Jiang Fan: "There is indeed a gap between people."

"It's nothing!" Zhou Yang cheered up: "I can make up lessons for you!"

Jiang Fan: "Make up lessons?"

"Yes!" Zhou Yang said, "Is it possible?"

According to Jiang Fan's own description, at the time he thought this sentence was a joke and agreed, but it turned out that he was still too naive...

Because Zhou Yang came to him every get out of class after that!Even going back to the dormitory at night is no exception!

Jiang Fan is going crazy.

He put on his headphones and pretended not to hear the knock on the door.

"Small Sail! Open the door!" Zhou Yang yelled at the door of his dormitory for a long time, but there was no response from inside. Zhou Yang wondered if he wasn't there?

He tiptoedly put his ear against the door, trying to catch the movement of the person inside.

What he didn't know was that Jiang Fan was doing the same thing with him on the other side of the door at this time.

The two remained silent for a while.

are you leaving?

Seeing that there was no movement outside the door, Jiang Fan wiped his forehead and exhaled, then put his hand on the doorknob and pulled the door open.

The next second, Zhou Yang, who was standing next to the door, rushed towards him because of weightlessness.

"..."

Jiang Fan was suddenly thrown into his arms by a 1.8-meter-old boy, and he couldn't keep his pace for a while, and then fell down.

In the dormitory, two big boys, one above and the other below, both fell to the ground.

Zhou Yang and Jiang Fan: "???"

"You fucking——" Jiang Fan paused halfway, he felt that the back of his head seemed to be gently supported, which just protected his head and blocked the impact when he fell .

Jiang Fan thought in his heart that no wonder he was fine.

"Does it hurt?" Zhou Yang rubbed his head carefully.

Thinking that he was concerned, Jiang Fan didn't push his hand away immediately: "Why are you still here?"

Zhou Yang: "Make up lessons."

Jiang Fan: "You are really persistent."

"That's right! We must persevere...persevere..." Zhou Yang lowered his eyes and his voice began to drift.

"Are you going to die?" Jiang Fan was surprised, he followed Zhou Yang's line of sight, and the next second he was also stunned - he found that his collar had been pulled away at some point.

The rivet coat on Zhou Yang's body just caught Jiang Fan's clothes when he fell, and due to the unbalanced gravity, the thin coat was torn in half.

More than half of Jiang Fan's shoulders and collarbone were exposed, and his cold white skin was even more eye-catching under the light.

"Cough," he subconsciously covered his exposed part, struggled a few times, but it was useless, so he had to wait.

As a result, after waiting for a long time, the person on his body didn't seem to want to get up. Jiang Fan thought about it and suddenly came up with a very interesting idea out of thin air.

Jiang Fan is an activist.

The next second he thought about it, his body couldn't help doing the same—Jiang Fan leaned up slightly, his body was tightly pressed against Zhou Yang, and an unknown smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Zhou Yang's earlobe: "How long are you going to press on me?"

This sentence is quite a joke.

Zhou Yang felt as if someone had scratched his heart severely.

"Can you get up?" Jiang Fan continued: "Zhou, Yang, brother, brother."

Depend on……

Zhou Yang really wants to rub the person under him/under him into his arms, but thinking and doing are not the same concept, he can only get rid of those strange thoughts: "I plan to suppress until you want to make up lessons .”

"Me? Make up lessons?" Jiang Fan wanted to laugh, he thought that he would never be able to make up lessons again in his life, "Then you should just hold back."

Zhou Yang: "..."

OK.

In the next few minutes, Zhou Yang and Jiang Fan were in a stalemate in such a misleading posture for a long time, and neither of them would admit defeat.

It wasn't until the lights in the dormitory were turned off that Jiang Fan finally couldn't help asking, "Why are you so persistent in asking me to take the key class? It won't do you any good, really."

"I just want to be with you." Zhou Yang replied, "I found that you are a loner."

"So are you making up or not?" he asked.

Jiang Fan was stunned for a while, and it was rare to compromise: "Bo, if you don't talk about me, my body will be crushed by you."