The school grass's sales contract

"Okay, I'll sleep here tonight, but I'll leave early tomorrow morning."

He nodded indifferently.

"Hey Yuan Yan," I said while picking up the strawberries at my feet, "Where are your parents?"

It took him a while to get back to me: "I'm on a business trip."

"Oh," I couldn't ask any more questions.

I suddenly remembered the photos, took out my phone, opened the photos and asked him, "What are these? You took such photos?"

He leaned over, took a look, and waved his hand: "I didn't take the picture, it was my tablemate."

"Where is this one?" I pointed to the one where one person stood upside down and the other supported his legs, with his chin resting on the key parts of his body.

"That's him," he denied.

"What about this one?" Xiao Nei Nei captured the girl from a bottom-up angle.

"It's him too," he refused to admit.

"And this one, I see that the boys in your class go to the bathroom in groups, you won't be there again?" The boys lined up turned their backs to the camera and showed half of their buttocks, with as lewd and wretched expressions as possible.

"I happened to be taking a tuba at that time," he replied confidently.

I rolled my eyes, "Then who is this girl? Why do you keep taking pictures of her?"

"My deskmate likes her."

"..."

At [-]:[-], I set the alarm clock, put my mobile phone on the table, and stretched it on my single bed.

After sleeping in the car, I didn't feel sleepy as soon as I lay down on the bed.Someone was sleeping soundly in front of me, and I couldn't help but want to do something, I had to do something.