Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

Mu Junchen almost turned on the berserk mode, the balloons kept ringing, and my chest and stomach hurt constantly.

"Help...Guangzhou, help me..." I turned around with difficulty and reached out to Luo Guangzhou who was not far away from me.

Luo Guangzhou looked at Mu Junchen's expression with fear and hesitation.

Mu Junchen hugged me from behind, with one hand around my waist, and the other on my chest. With one hand, my back shook violently.

I almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

He grabbed my crotch hard and turned me over again. The senior sister who hosted the game happened to pass by and slipped a balloon between Mu Junchen and me.

I felt the muscles in his arms bulge, and he hugged me hard.

I:"……"

The senior sister smiled like a flower, which perfectly interpreted the two idioms of smiling like a flower and trembling its branches.

"Senior...senior save me..."

Ji Qing was walking towards us quickly, and I reached out to him.

"Senior has something to do." Ji Qing stretched out his hand and patted my head, "You must learn to yield to fate at the right time, huh?"

Then he left quickly, chasing after Zhang Jigang who was dodging left and right in the crowd.

"no no no……"

I found that Mu Junchen got a very big balloon, and put it between him and my body with a serious and focused face. If I hug this distance hard, I will really die.

"Help, don't hug me, don't hug me..." Feeling his hand pressing on my back to find a suitable point of force, I panicked, "Mu Junchen, can we change to a smaller balloon? Please ..."

Mu Junchen's cheeks were flushed, and he smelled of alcohol when he spoke: "I don't."

After the words fell, his arm exerted strength, and my small body hit him again, causing pain from the front chest to the back.

A wisp of soul smoke drifted out from the corner of my mouth.

At the end of the game, Mu Junchen and I took No.1.

Mu Junchen got the prize of the vegetable bowl, showed a satisfied smile, then held the vegetable bowl and said to me with a dark face: "Although you are lazy and don't put in much effort, you still get half of the prize."

I touched my chest, it was all internal wounds, and I thought fuck it.

The goddamn bonfire party is finally over. Everyone cleared away the rubbish on the slope. Dozens of people from the two shifts walked up the bluestone road in a mighty way, with their mobile phone lights on, winding into a small river of twinkling stars. .

"You two must keep this book well. It's my treasure. I bought it with great difficulty. It's so precious." That beautiful senior passed by Mu Junchen and me.

"En." Mu Junchen nodded solemnly at her.

The senior sister gave us a meaningful smile, pinched the buttocks of a tall boy next to him, and asked him to carry her up.

I recognized the boy who lived next door to us. I went to their dormitory with Mu Junchen once, and I heard from him that his girlfriend wrote a fanfic about him and Ji Qing, and that he was a scary senior.

"What's the name of this senior?" I quietly asked Mu Junchen.

"Yan Ziwei." Mu Junchen also answered me quietly, so quietly that his teeth bit my ear.

I turned my head, stared at him, and looked around again. Because of Mu Junchen, there were too many people looking at us, and I always doubted that anyone would notice his actions just now.

Mu Junchen looked at me blankly for two seconds, then left me and walked up.

The room has been arranged by the class committee, and the allocation is basically based on voluntary groups, but I came late, and everyone else has already allocated it, so I can only be allocated to the room with the fewest number of people.

I found the room schedule at the front desk and found it didn't have my name on it, asked the boss who said it might be on another sheet and brought me another sheet.

"This isn't from our class, it's from the third year of high school."

I scanned it casually, and I didn't recognize most of the names. Instead, I saw Zhang Jigang's name, so I knew something was wrong.

The boss obviously just finished his meal and was picking his teeth with a toothpick: "Then you search for both watches, either in this one or that one, there are only two in total."

I looked at the form in our class carefully from beginning to end, but still didn't have my name, so I had to look at the form in the third year of high school.

And then, just fucking, saw my name on the last line of that room-scheduling sheet in my senior year.

I'm in the same row as Mu Junchen, and we live together in Room 309 on the third floor.