The bright moon goes up to the tall building

After coming out of the bar and returning to the hotel, Shen Gaolou still looked lazy, and the satisfaction of lust slightly changed this person.

Of course it was only a part, after all, the other part was still ordering Fang Mingyue to do this and that.

Fang Mingyue fell on the bed after taking a shower, and he said with lingering fear: "It's a good thing you didn't let me kiss you just now, otherwise I would definitely run away when I see you.

How strange do you say, although you are good-looking, both facial features and outlines have typical masculine characteristics, I wanted to kiss you at that time. "

"I think thinking this way has actually gone astray, because kissing is just like sex, it's just an instinct of the human body, it doesn't represent too many things, it's just the natural reaction of the human body," Shen Gaolou turned over , resting on his arm, said: "But there is another instinct in our body, this instinct is deeply rooted, because it is the precipitation of more than 5000 years of development.

It's like a magic spell, put on our heads, always reminding you that you can only have sex with someone if you love someone, you should be loyal to your partner, you should be kind to others, and so on.

And what maintains this instinctive operation is our reason, so in our daily life, we usually have a clear answer to what we can do and what we cannot do.

In our bodies, these two instincts are constantly fighting. The winning side will not always win, and the losing side will not always lose.

And when you wanted to kiss me, it was because the former instinct won. "

Fang Mingyue had to admit that he was persuaded by Shen Gaolou, and he couldn't help asking: "How many people have you slept with so far? Have you had a hundred?"

The man let out a chuckle, grabbed the quilt and covered his face, laughing non-stop.

Fang Mingyue felt that Shen Gaolou was laughing at herself, which made him a little annoyed.

He jumped off the bed, threw himself on Shen Gaolou, reached under the other's quilt, and squeezed hard at that key position.

Shen Gaolou uttered a painful scream, and lifted the quilt slowly.

Seeing this, Fang Mingyue hurriedly fled to her own bed, but he did not escape Shen Gaolou's clutches. As soon as his feet were on the bed, Shen Gaolou threw him on the bed from behind, and then he was hit on the buttocks several times. Loud slap.

He immediately tried to fight back, and the two quarreled from the bed to the bed, and rolled back from the bed, and finally entangled their limbs and collapsed on the bed panting.

Fang Mingyue turned her head and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's probably coming soon."

"Let's go to sleep." As he said that, he loosened the thighs wrapped around Shen Gaolou's waist, pulled up the quilt piled on the bottom of the feet, and covered the two of them.

Shen Gaolou turned over, with his back facing him, and quickly fell asleep.

Fang Mingyue pulled the quilt upwards, wrapped Shen Gaolou from head to toe, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

The next morning, when he was sleeping soundly, Shen Gaolou pushed him: "Fang Mingyue, it's time to get up."

Fang Mingyue reluctantly opened one eye, staring at Shen Gaolou's face close at hand: "I'm so sleepy, what should I do?"

"What's your first class today?"

Fang Mingyue turned around and touched the phone from the bedside, clicked on it to look at the schedule, then turned to Shen Gaolou: "Chinese."

Shen Gaolou smiled and pushed his face away, scolding: "Why are you laughing so abnormally all of a sudden?"

Fang Mingyue covered her face, laughed a few times, and then said: "Chinese can be improved"

"Then let's skip the first class." Shen Gaolou yawned: "But you have to be prepared to be called to the office by the teacher."

When Fang Mingyue and the others arrived at the school, the first class had already ended. He discussed with Tang Ji about going out on Sunday, and immediately received an extremely enthusiastic response.

He contacted Sun Jiayi again, and after getting an agreed answer, he and Tang Ji began to study the itinerary for Sunday.

He waited with great anticipation for the arrival of Sunday. He had a good time these few days. Apart from being woken up every day and having to take refuge in Shen Gaolou, nothing unpleasant happened.

On Friday, class teacher Fan Chunjiang announced before class in the afternoon that the autumn sports meeting will be held on October 25th. Before school ends on Saturday, it is necessary to determine the items that everyone wants to apply for, and the class leader is responsible for summarizing and submitting.

The school sports meeting has always been the home of Class [-] and Class [-]. Both classes are trying their best to compete for the first place in the medal table, so they usually enter into a confrontation a few days before the competition.

Fang Mingyue is good at playing javelin, he has practiced javelin since elementary school.

In the past, there was a record of chasing a physical education teacher with a javelin, but it became less muddled. The last time he threw a javelin at someone was when Shen Gaolou, and he was recruited as a nanny by the other party.

In last year's Provincial Games, he even got the third result.

Looking at the school's track and field field, it is basically impossible to find out who is better than him.

Therefore, when Class [-] predicted the number of medals, it had already included the javelin in it.

In addition to the javelin, Fang Mingyue also reported a total of 1500.

After school, Fang Mingyue sat in the cafeteria and waited for Shen Gaolou. The moment the man sat down, she couldn't wait to ask, "What project did you apply for?"

"1500 and 4*400 relay." Shen Gaolou said.

Fang Mingyue was stunned for a moment: "Have you ever practiced relay?"

"I haven't practiced before." Shen Gaolou picked a piece of meat from his dinner plate and said while eating, "But one of the relay team members broke a bone, so I can only let me, an idler, do it."

"You entered the ace team by accident," Fang Mingyue couldn't help laughing, but she was also a little worried.

The 4*400 relay team formed by Class [-] is one of the school's ace teams.

The reason why it is said to be the trump card is because this team won No.1 in the provincial sports meeting and caused quite a stir in the school.

And this is why he is worried, not to mention the need to adjust after joining the new team, even the pressure on his shoulders is heavy enough.

In case of a loss in the game, most people would think that it was Shen Gaolou's responsibility, and even team members would inevitably think so.

And even if he wins, no one will take credit for him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly lost his appetite.

He put all the meat into Shen Gaolou's bowl, put down his chopsticks, and said helplessly, "Haven't you thought about the consequences?"

"No matter what the consequences are, you will definitely win," Shen Gaolou said.

Listening to Shen Gaolou's tone, it seems that winning is as simple as eating.

Fang Mingyue didn't know what else to say, every time he thought he had touched the apex of Shen Gaolou's arrogance, that person would tell him with actions: "I can be a little more daring."

Shen Gaolou glanced at his remaining half bowl of rice, and asked, "Why don't you eat it? Doesn't it suit your appetite?"

"I don't want to eat. I'll invite you to eat skewers, and ride your bicycle back by the way." Fang Mingyue was a little moved when she thought of the spicy skewers.

He stood up, ignoring Shen Gaolou's thoughts, snatched that person's rice bowl, piled it with his own bowl, picked it up, and walked to the tableware recycling place.

Shen Gaolou followed behind him, and when he arrived outside the cafeteria, the man threw his schoolbag into his arms and turned to the road leading to the canteen.

Halfway there, Shen Gaolou suddenly turned around and said, "Can you read the Chinese text to me?"

"What?" Fang Mingyue's eyes widened instantly, and she could hardly believe her ears.

"Tomorrow we are going to learn "The Difficult Road to Shu", and I want to preview it in advance," Shen Gaolou looked at his schoolbag: "Hurry up."

"Others will take me for a fool." Fang Mingyue's face collapsed, but she still took out the Chinese text, turned to "The Road to Shu", opened her mouth, and finally read reluctantly.

"The road to Shu is difficult, Tang Li Bai." Fang Mingyue stared at the textbook for a few seconds, then ran forward awkwardly, pointed at the three characters "噫噚嚱" and asked, "What do you read?"

"yī xū xī."

"Hey, the danger is so high! The road to Shu is difficult, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky! Silkworms and fish... What are fish?" Fang Mingyue glanced at Shen Gaolou, seeing his unwavering expression, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, Stuffing the textbook back into the schoolbag, he took out his mobile phone and found an article with pinyin on the Internet, and then continued to read without knowing what it meant.

After reading the whole article, he just felt more tired than running 1500 meters, because he didn't understand what these awkward words meant.

Looking down again, his eyes went dark, and he saw "One of the must-recite poems in high school" written at the bottom of the poem.

After reading it to Shen Gaolou twice, the two got into a taxi, Shen Gaolou finally let him go, and lowered his head to play with his phone.

Since Fang Mingyue got in the car, she leaned against the window, trying her best to make herself appear non-existent, in case Shen Gaolou made any inexplicable requests.

He looked at the rapidly receding scenery on the side of the road, and after a while, he felt a little bored.

He glanced at Shen Gaolou, seeing that the other party was playing seriously, he couldn't help but move closer.

He couldn't help being a little surprised when he saw the content on the man's phone.

It turned out that Shen Gaolou was not playing with his mobile phone, he was trying to translate that ancient poem.

Sensing the movement around him, Shen Gaolou flicked off the screen.

He looked at Fang Mingyue, and after a few seconds, he seemed to finally recognize who the person in front of him was, so Fang Mingyue saw him let out a breath, and his tense expression slowly relaxed.

Shen Gaolou turned on the phone again and continued to translate.

"You took me for someone else?"

Shen Gaolou smiled wryly: "I forgot that it was you next to me."

Fang Mingyue put her arms around his shoulders and patted him. From getting along these days, he already had a certain understanding of Shen Gaolou. He is an extremely strong person.

This kind of people will never show their pain to others easily, because the last thing they need is the pity of others.

For Shen Gaolou, the pain is the family, his parents divorced, and he was kicked out by the new family, all living expenses can only be relied on by himself.

Usually he puts the pain up with a Band-Aid and never allows anyone to see it.

Therefore, other students only know that he likes to skip classes, but they don't know that he skips classes to work.

But in this way, in the eyes of Class [-] and Class [-] students, it is inevitable that he will be regarded as a genius, a genius who can be excellent in all disciplines without studying.

The question Fang Mingyue asked that day, "Why do you want to be a sports student", was probably the last question Shen Gaolou wanted to hear, but it was something that every sports student couldn't help but pay attention to.

So Shen Gaolou can only pretend that he is a genius, to prevent others from coming to explore his life, and thus discover the side of him that he least wants to be seen by others - a hard-working person who works hard for life and studies.

An ordinary person has to pretend to be the favorite among a group of sports students with the lowest grades. Fang Mingyue feels very tired just thinking about such a life.

Just as he was immersed in sadness, Shen Gaolou shook off his arm and said expressionlessly: "You delayed my typing."