The school grass is teased every day [rebirth]

Xie Zeyue looked at the heart on the eraser, not knowing when he painted it on.

A's long tail was wiped clean.

He corrected the mistakes, folded the paper and put it in his notebook.

"Thank you."

He returned Xu Ling's eraser, and suddenly stopped.

Xu Ling's finger, when taking it back, inadvertently brushed against his palm, very lightly, rubbing against it like a small hook.

"You're welcome."

Xu Ling didn't look at him at all, she was reading a book.

He propped his head up, his down feathers pulled up, his thin profile, his white fingers half-exposing the thick cuffs, his knuckles were cold and reddish.

"..."

Xie Zeyue put one hand on the table, turned sideways, and looked at Xu Ling. A pair of black pupils subconsciously stared at those hands, and for a moment, her gaze was fixed.

Extremely white complexion, with a little bit of pink on the joints and fingertips, translucent, with clear veins, very few boys have hands that are as beautiful as this.

The hand looks so white, and I don't know what it feels like to hold it?

Is it as cold as ice, or warm and warm?

The Adam's apple moved slightly, and Xie Zeyue unconsciously tightened her five fingers slightly.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Ling turned to the next page with thin white fingers, turned her head, rested her chin, looked at him with clear eyes and raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked, "Are you looking at me?"

He froze for a moment, as if he had been caught doing something bad.

Hold.

Xie Zeyue looked away and cursed in a low voice.

He supported his head, held a pen and wrote a few more questions on the draft paper, organic, inorganic, genetic probability... After writing for a while, he put down the pen with a click, feeling guilty and irritable for no reason.

Xie Zeyue sat on the seat, resting her head on her elbows, staring at Xu Ling's fair side face, but it was a little hot.

He was not the only one who discovered this, Jiang Yan at the front desk looked at him with a strange expression, and then sent out an invitation:

"Go to let the wind go?"

"doing what."

Jiang Yan looked back at him and said, "I see that you are very hot, and your face is flushed."

"..." Xie Zeyue stood up, blank for a few seconds, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Xu Ling's snow-white nape, pulling his collar to fan the wind: "It's heating up."

When leaving, a gust of wind blew, and Xie Zeyue's black notebook on the table was blown away, and a double-folded A4 paper floated onto Xu Ling's desk.

Xu Ling paused, reached for the paper with her fingers, and opened it to read.

is a form.

The financial statement is very dense and detailed.

After a while, his pupils shrank slightly, he took out his mobile phone from the desk cabinet, took a picture of the paper, folded it again, and carefully put it back in his notebook.

Xu Ling's accommodation was not settled, and the quilt was still in the car.

At noon, he finished his lunch by himself and rested on the table, a little tired. The first class in the afternoon was an optional fighting class.

After changing clothes in the locker room, as soon as I came out, I heard a bustling noise.

I happened to bump into people from two classes who were making an appointment to have a fight.

I don't know what happened, two groups of boys wearing different combat uniforms stood in the narrow aisle outside the locker room, and they could be seen neatly at a glance - the guys in the white pants looked familiar, they were all from their class, while the guys in the black pants The group of boys in the class looked quite fresh, so they should be from other classes.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, with so many people, no one spoke, until one of the teenagers stood in the crowd and howled: "So the people in my class deserve to be beaten up by them, right? Why? You are so rich? "

"Why is it a bit of a hassle to beat him up?"

"He didn't pay back the money he owed. He deserved it. A beating is considered light, okay?"

"I owe 5000, and I went to pick up girls, can the mother show some face!"

Xu Ling had no interest, only felt noisy, so she simply sat on the bench in the locker room in a leisurely manner, lowered her head, flicked her mobile phone twice, tucked the hem of the loose clothes into her trousers, and took a sip of ice water.

Until he saw a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.

Xie Zeyue seemed to have just arrived, and she wasn't afraid of the cold. She was wearing a black T-shirt, leaning slantly against the aisle with her slender body, her coat slightly open, and said in a low voice, "Don't you think it's noisy?"

There was silence all around, looking at him in fear.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was tense.

"—I'm afraid he's going to be crazy, let's go together, I don't believe that Xie is so capable!" A boy in that class took the lead and yelled.

A few seconds passed.

Still no one dared to move.

Xie Zeyue casually carried a bottle of water in one hand, as if she didn't see it, and came to the locker room without looking back.

......

There seems to be a slight breeze.

In Xu Ling's peripheral vision, the black hem passed by.

The man held a dark boxing glove in one hand, and the white trousers stopped in front of the locker beside him.

The door of the locker room next to it was opened, and there was a rustling sound.

When Xu Ling turned to look at him, he was changing clothes in the heated room.

The lines of the abdominal muscles are displayed in front of his eyes with impact, slightly undulating, and there are faint blood vessels under the light gray trousers, which disappear into the trousers.

A vague outline, an undulating piece.

Vivid and aggressive.

Xu Ling just took a look, skimming over like a dragonfly, and accidentally saw something.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, subconsciously curling up his white fingers.

He felt as if the air had suddenly become scorching hot, sticky, and airtight, and he smelled a deep and strong smell at the tip of his nose, like wine, mild on the surface, but too strong to resist.

......

Xu Ling lowered her eyes, tightened her fair fingers awkwardly, and blinked uneasily.

The tips of the snow-white ears were hot, as if they had been scalded.

After half a second, he got up and left.

......

After he leaves.

Xie Zeyue turned slightly sideways, turned her head to look at his back, her black pupils were slightly dark, and she raised her eyebrows slightly in displeasure.

Xu Ling didn't stay there any longer.

He entered the fighting room of the gymnasium by himself, sat on the ground, pushed back the bangs on his forehead, and let the cool breeze blow for a while.

Xu Ling put down the phone, closed her eyes, and let out a breath.

He recalled someone's inadvertently exposed abs just now, and vaguely imagined the way his fingers rubbed on it.

I don't know what it's like for Xiao Xie to be aroused?

should......

It will be dangerous, but it will be fun.

The corners of Xu Ling's lips raised slightly, and her eyes narrowed comfortably.

The phone vibrated.

He lowered his head and looked at the contacts in the list again.

Most of the contacts are from the original school, the class outside the school, he has not quit, there are quite a lot of news in it, from time to time someone will @ him, Xu Ling will chat with him and make jokes.

Under the field class, there is a little red dot.

It's Lin Heng.

Lin Heng was a boy from his previous school. Xu Ling had a good relationship with him, and they chatted very speculatively. After transferring to another school, the other party expressed strong dissatisfaction with him, and they had a cold war with him for a week without speaking.

Lin Heng:

-"haven't seen you for a long time."

Xu Ling smiled and replied:

-"how?"

Lin Heng:

- "Going out to play?"

- "Let's go to the movies this weekend."

- ""Link" burns your brains, haven't you been looking forward to this one? "

Xu Ling replied with a smile:

- "Okay, can you show me?"

It shows "typing in progress" over there, and returns in seconds:

-"good."

- "You decide the time."

-"It will be all right."

Xu Ling smiled, and replied: "Then Saturday, at four o'clock in the afternoon?"

there:

-"Um."

-"I'll pick you up."

At the same time, a shadow appeared behind him.

Xu Ling seemed very absorbed in the chat, with a smile on her lips, she didn't even notice that he was here.

Xie Zeyue looked at the soft black hair swirling on the top of his head, and thought sullenly, who is he chatting with so happily?

In the fighting room, a layer of soft plastic mat was laid.

To enter the door, you need to take off your shoes and walk in barefoot. The coach stands in the middle and waits for them.

Although something was wrong with Xu Ling just now, it calmed down quickly.

When Xie Zeyue appeared by his side again, Xu Ling was also calm and comfortable, and even took out a box of mints from his trouser pocket in a good mood, opened the lid of the iron box with fair fingers, and gave Xie Zeyue: " sugar."

Inside are several hard white small hard candies.

Xie Zeyue smelled the strawberry smell that was quickly permeating, and an indistinct meaning flashed in the depths of his dark pupils, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly: "No."

The hand that was handed over was taken back again.

He wasn't angry either.

Xu Ling's black bangs covered a little bit of her eyebrows, and the center of her eyebrows was slightly red. I don't know if it was because her skin was too white, the blood was oozing out or something else. His nose bridge was very straight, and his eyelashes were long, light and thin, like the wings of a dragonfly.

But a pair of eyes are very clear, when looking at people, they are always slightly bright, people can't help but feel affectionate and think that he is somehow interested in him.

In fact, many words are just a joke.

That ambiguous joke was easy for Xu Ling.

Xie Zeyue lowered her eyes and stood next to him. She just relaxed her bare ankle, and within a second of movement, she felt that the coach patted him on the shoulder, and then patted Xu Ling on the shoulder next to him.

Xie Zeyue & Xu Ling: "?"

The foreigner looked at them and extended an invitation to them with a smile.

That means, ask them to go up and do a demonstration.

"..."

"Would you?"

Xu Ling was wearing a large light-colored coat, revealing a little bit of white and thin wrist bones, with his index finger stretched out, holding his boxing gloves.

Xie Zeyue didn't answer, Xu Ling just looked at him and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Staring at him for so long, Xu Ling didn't feel embarrassed. After eating a mint, he rubbed his white fingers in his trouser pocket. After the sound of cold metal colliding, he found a small badge from his trouser pocket.

Xie Zeyue saw him pin it on his T-shirt.

"What are you doing?" He looked at Xu Ling and paused.

"It's convenient for the coach to recognize the name." Xu Ling looked at Xie Zeyue and smiled, "I'm good at fighting, and I'm sure it will impress you."

In the fighting room, the heating was turned on, probably because the students were afraid of catching cold. The two happened to be standing on the left and the right. Xie Zeyue glanced at him, then moved his eyes away, lowered his head, picked up the water, and took a sip.

The two stood in front of the crowd, facing each other.

The coach blew his whistle.

There was a rustling discussion underneath.

Xu Ling rolled up her long sleeves, her white and thin forearm, her fingers were white and beautiful.

He put on the gloves without changing his face, but it caused a commotion in the crowd. Several girls waited and said in the line:

"He is so calm, does he not know Lao Xie's level of fighting?"

"Old Xie has won the gold medal."

"I just said that the two of them will fight, no, it's about to witness history."

When the two punched, they seemed to have a good heart, and the opponent could always avoid it easily.

A few minutes later, Xu Ling's hair was dripping with sweat, and he whispered:

"Watch out."

The next second, Xu Ling grabbed his slender wrist and pulled it forward quickly. When he was not prepared, he lost his balance instantly and took the opportunity to knock him down.

"How?" He bowed his head, lowered his white eyelids, and chuckled lightly: "I said I can fight, don't you believe me?"

Sensing that Xie Zeyue seemed to be breaking free, Xu Ling pressed his knees and wrists on his chest with both hands, took a breath, straightened her legs, one leg controlled the opponent's neck, the other leg controlled the opponent's chest, and at the same time her legs were clamped, Hold his arms tightly with both hands to prevent escape.

"Student Xie," Xu Ling lowered her head, a drop of sweat fell on his side, and smiled slightly: "Are you not very good, huh?"

"The conclusion is too early." Xie Zeyue said.

Before Xu Ling could move, suddenly there was an imperceptible force from his ankle, and then, the man seemed to hook him unexpectedly, the movement was very fast, and the next second his arm hooked Xu Ling's neck, pulling him Taking it back, the two changed positions on the ground in a whirl.

He felt the back of his head being padded with a thin palm, and immediately, his whole body was pressed down on the rubber floor by him.

From the corner of the eye, I saw Xie Zeyue's white trousers, a thin ankle and blue veins, showing some kind of strength.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

......

Xu Ling tried to get up, but failed.

Xu Ling felt the warmth of the palm resting on the back of her head.

The fight really started, it didn't come like this, the man was holding it, and he didn't really let go-let go to fight, punches, elbows, shoulder throws, and his face will be slapped when he does it.

As Xie Zeyue breathed, the slightly hot temperature sprinkled on her ears, scorching hot.

Xu Ling looked at his eyebrows, eyelashes, and high nose bridge close at hand, and was a little dazed for a moment, and the two faces suddenly overlapped, young and mature, so similar.

Breathing gradually, a little hot.

......

There were bursts of applause and ambiguous heckling with malicious intentions.

Jiang Yan next to him stared at all this dumbfounded, a little unbelievable, Xu Ling was pushed down by him?But looking at the postures of the two of them carefully, I suddenly felt...

Why does Xu Ling seem a little shy?

"Xie Zeyue," Xu Ling tilted her head, the side of her white face was slightly wet with sweat, panting lightly, "Your hands are too hard."

The hand covering the wrist is long and thin, and the meridians on the back of the white hand are clear, raised, and slightly moving—a light red mark appeared on Xu Ling's skin.

There was a slight flicker in the black pupil.

Xie Zeyue seemed to sense something was wrong, and after feeling annoyed, she loosened her grip slightly, but her long and thin fingers were still grabbing his wrist.

Xu Ling's warm pulse was beating, and he seemed to have the fragrance that he smelt inadvertently that day again. It was as cold as cedar, fleeting like a fleeting image, cold and a little sweet.

this pose......

"I let go," Xie Zeyue's neck dripped with sweat and hit the ground, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't do it again."

Xu Ling came over slowly, her eyes fell on the beams on the ceiling, and said: "Well, okay, I won't do anything, I admit defeat. Get up quickly, I can't breathe."

The coach whistled and said, "Countdown!"

Xie Zeyue let go, and just about to get up, Xu Ling gently tugged on his wrist again, pulling him down, with a muffled sound, he fell on Xu Ling, the two turned their positions, and Xu Ling pushed him down again. pressed down.

Xu Ling said slowly: "Student Xie, as a human being, you can't be too simple to be deceived."