I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"He felt this embrace was cold and warm."

After Zhong Xun finished calling, he felt that he was at a disadvantage, and he was too embarrassed. How could he play a game to coax him into confusion.

But he couldn't let go of any chance, seeing that Chu Tingdong was a little loose, he leaned over and obediently asked: "So can you like me today? If not, I'll ask again tomorrow."

Chu Tingdong's eyes were dark, without saying a word, he bent his knuckles, and flicked him lightly on his forehead.

Zhong Xun rubbed his head and went back to the bedroom to sleep. After lying down for half an hour, he still didn't understand what Chu Tingdong meant.

He has never had a date, never chased anyone, never liked anyone, he thinks he doesn't like Chu Tingdong either, after all he is a genuine straight man.

But even so, he could tell that Chu Tingdong was probably the most difficult type of person to chase after.

Cold-hearted and cold-hearted, no matter what you can't cover it.

If it was the first year of high school, he would still have time to hone him, but in the third year of high school, Chu Tingdong would definitely leave after the college entrance examination, and he only had this chance left for less than a year.

Zhong Xun had no choice but to go to school honestly during the day. Even if he slept on his stomach, he still got along day and night. If he couldn't bear it, he went downstairs to play basketball with Song Yijin and the others.

"What progress have you made with that Xueba?" Song Yijin went to the Internet cafe with him on weekends and asked while opening instant noodles.

He felt that it was the same as before. He couldn't hear Zhong Xun and Chu Tingdong communicate in class, and when get out of class was over, Chu Tingdong was still working on the questions.

Schools like theirs are full of people who can't even pass the junior college entrance examination. Those who listen to the lectures all day long are different, and they will be laughed at as fake and lofty.

Chu Tingdong was no exception. Ever since he transferred to No. [-] Middle School, his class had been very hostile to him, especially some boys.

But he is too calm, he can do the questions whenever he wants, and stay as long as he wants in school. It may be more appropriate to say that he is indifferent, and he is not disturbed by anyone.

Like a cluster of tiny flames, Zhou Heng and the others gradually dared to bury their heads in writing homework for a while during the break, and the learning atmosphere in the class was much stronger.

In Song Yijin's view, it was a hell of a life.

"What the hell." Zhong Xun frowned, tapping the mouse with his slender and cold fingertips.

Some time ago, he received a few orders from photo studios, and he edited pictures in Internet cafes when he was free. The more he edited, the more troublesome he became.

He felt that Chu Tingdong seemed to be really nice to him recently, compared to before, it made him a little creepy, and he ran to pick him up on a rainy day, and played games with him to make him happy.

Anyway, it's not "it doesn't matter to me what you do".

He was full of confusion, turned his head and said, "Does that idiot have some conspiracy? He won't know that I deliberately want to mess with him, will he?"

"You are a fucking masochist," Song Yijin was speechless, "He can't treat you well? Doesn't that mean that he has a crush on you?"

Zhong Xun didn't believe it, the dim light of the Internet cafe reflected on his face, he pursed his lower lip, and said firmly, "Impossible."

Song Yijin: "Crazy!"

He felt that Zhong Xun was just messing around, like Chu Tingdong, it was obviously not easy to talk about, and it was hard to distinguish.

He probably knew what Zhong Xun was thinking. Since Zhong Zhonglin valued his stepson so much and felt that they were scum compared to Chu Tingdong, then he would destroy Chu Tingdong.

Let Chu Tingdong also hang out with people like him, and be dragged into the mud, no one can think about it.

Will Zhong Zhonglin still be happy by then?

But the reality is too difficult.

"Forget it," Song Yijin patted Zhong Xun's shoulder, "You can figure it out yourself."

Zhong Xun murmured inwardly, frowning and critically retouching the photo. According to the client's request, he retouched the photo in a very small-town studio style. First, he cut it to size, then smoothed, liquefied, exposed, and increased the saturation...and then put it on. century tone filter.

Toxic aesthetics.

There are still a few photos taken by him. I have to say that he would rather take pictures of the ice rink than portraits.

There are not many photos of living people in his SLR.

After repairing a set, I sent it to the owner of the photo studio. He went to the ice rink to skate for a while, and then walked home slowly with his skates.

At the end of summer night, he was only wearing short sleeves, his messy half-length hair was tied up casually, holding a popsicle in his mouth, he saw Chu Tingdong at the school gate, and several other students in the class.

It should be talking about making up lessons.

Their class is the class with the worst grades, and a round of review is very basic content, which is not suitable for students with slightly better grades in the class.

As the class teacher and grade leader, Xu Chunhong can only consider for the majority of people, but he doesn't want to delay them, so he plans to organize make-up classes on weekends.

Zhong Xun thinks that Chu Tingdong probably won't go.

The moon was bright and the stars were thin, so he waited for a while under the shade of a nearby tree, but Chu Tingdong didn't notice him.

He suddenly became ill-natured.

He ran over suddenly, and lay directly on Chu Tingdong's back. Chu Tingdong subconsciously stretched out his hand, and he crossed his legs very familiarly, wrapping his thin white arms around his neck.

Then he said stickily, "Brother, why did you leave?"

Chu Tingdong noticed that Zhong Xun's lips brushed against his ear, cold and sweet, and kissed him slyly.

Glancing from the corner of the eye, he found that he had just finished eating the popsicle, and his lips were still wet.

He frowned and said, "Go down."

The old city is such a big place, and many people from the No. [-] Middle School live in the nearby family courtyard. Many people in the class know that Chu Tingdong moved to Zhong Xun's house, and it is not a secret.

"Brother Chu, if you don't go, I'll tell Teacher Xu." Zhou Heng whispered.

"Yes," Chu Tingdong nodded, "Thank you."

"It's all right." Zhou Heng was still busy working at the barbecue stand at night, so he left quickly after asking.

"Do you want to go home?" Zhong Xun followed Chu Tingdong, "I want to go back too, let's go together?"

"I'm going to the bookstore." Chu Tingdong said with downcast eyes.

forget about it.

Zhong Xun doesn't want to accompany people to the bookstore, he has never been in such a place in his life, even if he has other plans.

He wandered outside for a while before returning home by himself.

When he got home, Zhong Zhonglin was there, so he pretended not to see Zhong Zhonglin and walked directly to the bedroom.

But Zhong Zhonglin saw that he didn't even bring his schoolbag, so he definitely didn't come back from school, so he stopped him with a sullen face: "Wait a minute."

Zhong Xun turned his head, his profile was beautiful and indifferent.

"I'm already in my third year of high school and I don't know how to take care of myself," Zhong Zhonglin frowned. "Who are you fooling around with again? Look at them, and then look at you. What kind of character do you have all day long?"

"Who am I looking at?" Zhong Xun said impatiently.

"Who is not better than you?" Zhong Zhonglin's tone was relatively calm at first, but he was aroused by him the next moment, "Who is like you who disappoints people all the time?!"

When Chu Tingdong opened the door and came in, Zhong Xun put his hands in his pockets and glanced at him.

"Uh..." Zhong Zhonglin held back his anger and asked him, "What are you looking at? What do you see?"

"He's ugly but I'm handsome." Zhong Xun said.

Zhong Zhonglin couldn't hold back his anger at all, his face darkened, and the newspaper in his hand was wrinkled.

Zhong Xun didn't hide, he stood beside him, lowered his eyelashes, turned his white neck, and said in a cold tone, "Go ahead, stab here with a knife, and stab it deeper."

He knew that Zhong Zhonglin would be angry if he said something, but he couldn't help it.

When Zhong Zhonglin was angry with him and started to attack him, he would be furious. If Zhong Zhonglin was not angry with him, he would provoke him on purpose.

"Uh..." Wu Yulan listened to the side for a few minutes, her lips moved slightly, then pursed, she wanted to control but didn't. She felt that Zhong Xun was too stubborn, why did she have to talk back and make such a fuss.

At the end of the quarrel, there was a quarrel and a beating, and it was over.

The last time Zhong Zhonglin was stopped by Chu Tingdong, he didn't really want to fight Zhong Xun in front of Chu Tingdong. He had to take care of his ex-wife, but he couldn't suppress his anger when he talked to Zhong Xun.

Since Zhong Xun didn't hide, he grabbed the newspaper and pulled it over.

Before hitting him, Zhong Xun's arm was pulled back, he turned his head instinctively, and bumped into Chu Tingdong's chest.

Chu Tingdong put his arms around the back of his head, covering his cheeks in his arms.

Chu Tingdong didn't say anything, but he stopped everything. Zhong Zhonglin suppressed his anger and didn't continue to do anything. He went to the bedroom with an ugly face. Wu Yulan sighed and followed.

The tip of Zhong Xun's nose touched Chu Tingdong's shoulder, and he was trapped in his arms, not wanting to move away, his chest was heaving and unsteady, which made him flustered.

He felt that this embrace was cold and warm, but he wanted to destroy the person who was holding him. Why should some people be born in Rome without a trace of haze.

And he lived under this shadow before they met.

Compared with Chu Tingdong, of course he will always disappoint people.

The author says:

Don't be afraid, Gong really loves it, so when he thinks it over, it will be sweet if he is completely willing to be fooled (...), there are still one or two chapters, three chapters at most.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!