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

"How do boys chase boys?"

After Zhong Xun sent this message, his eyelashes trembled belatedly, and the roots of his ears felt slightly hot.

He hadn't even been in a relationship yet, and ended up confessing his love to a man, although it wasn't quite a confession.

But after waiting for a long time, Chu Tingdong ignored him. Instead, Song Yijin persisted in taking pictures of his profile picture and sending him screenshots of the game.

[Song Yijin: Grass, I am the MVP tonight. 】

[Song Yijin: It's the last one. My dad urged me to go home. I have to go back tonight, or I will be killed by the old man. If you want to go home, go to the Internet cafe. I left the key for you at the front desk. 】

Zhong Xun didn't want to go home for a while, did he still have to listen to Zhong Zhonglin and sleep in a bedroom with a stranger?

If you don't even know each other, how can you pretend to be a brother and friend.

[Reported lost: I'm going to an Internet cafe. 】

[Song Yijin: Hey, you really don't want to take a look at your brother?I actually wondered what he looked like. 】

He has been in the same school as Zhong Xun since kindergarten, and he knows that Zhong Xun has a stepmother, and her stepmother's son is sensible and excellent, unlike their stupid social scum, they are purely other people's children, and their grades are particularly good.

It was so good that Zhong Xun's stepmother didn't say anything, but Zhong Zhonglin kept talking about it all day long to teach them a lesson.

It's been like this for more than ten years, not to mention Zhong Xun, he's so fucking tired of hearing it, and he can't wait to put a sack on that person and beat him up.

"What's there to look at, is it annoying?" Zhong Xun frowned, copied his pocket with one hand, and sent him a voice, with a cold voice, "Idiots call him brother. Anyway, he looks very ugly."

He took a screenshot of the black monster on Song Yijin's game interface, sent it to him, and said, "It looks like this."

He had never met the other party at all, talking nonsense.

Zhong Xun lost his tune, and his friends did not give up. One dared to speak, and the other dared to believe. Song Yijin was taken aback when he heard it.

"I didn't expect that, your aunt is pretty, why did he have a genetic mutation?" Song Yijin clicked his tongue twice, retrieved a voice for Zhong, and said with concern, "Forget it, you should stay with me Come on, so as not to suffer."

He has seen Zhong Xun's indifferent and hammering face countless times, but he has to say that that face is too deceptive, anyone who sees it will think that he is the one who is easy to be bullied.

"Hmm." Zhong Xun thought so too.

He took a short cut to go to the Internet cafe. In the dark alley, there was only the bright light of the mobile phone screen.

Thinking about how to hook up with Chu Tingdong.

After all, it's one thing to want to hook up, but another thing to actually hook up. He doesn't like men, so he really doesn't know how to do it.

Zhong Xun's fingertips landed hesitantly on Song Yiling's chat box, he only knew one homosexual.

Maybe Song Yiling understands it well, but after thinking about it, he thinks he can't, then he is too easy to expose.

Song Yiling's mouth is not strict, he can't even hold back the fact that he is gay, and if he gets beaten up, what can he expect from this man.

After struggling for a long time, he swipe up and click on Song Yijin's profile picture.

[Reported lost: tell me, how did you chase girls before? 】

Song Yijin replied quickly.

[Song Yijin: Damn it? !You finally got the hang of it?Who are you chasing?Do I know you?which class? 】

No wonder he was surprised. After all these years of acquaintance, he has never seen Zhong Xun approach a girl on his own initiative. When he met a group of girls handing in love letters, Zhong Xun could hide himself from school for several days.

Song Yijin made such a fuss, Zhong Xun suddenly regretted asking him.

[Reported lost: Get lost. 】

[Reported lost: love to talk or not. 】

[Song Yijin: Don't worry, don't worry, just this little thing, leave it to me! 】

[Song Yijin: Actually, it's not difficult, just be courteous and proactive, at least let her remember that there is a person like you, but don't be too impatient, confess your love or say you want to pursue it as soon as you come up, it's probably cool. 】

……

Zhong Xun felt that he was not reliable at all. According to this statement, he was already cold, how could it be possible!

He stopped talking to Song Yijin, opened the search software, and entered:

"How do you chase after a boy who ignores you and doesn't reply to your messages?"

"How do boys chase boys?"

"How to chase after someone of the same sex?"

-

On Monday, Zhong Xun swept a bicycle to go to school, wandered around the breakfast stand outside the school gate for several minutes, and finally bought two cups of hot soy milk and steamed buns with deep-fried dough sticks.

He stayed up all night, read all kinds of strategies on the Internet, thought and summed up a few points.

If you want to pursue someone, you just need to be sweeter, praise the other person more, and then do what you like.

For example, for someone like Chu Tingdong, it is known that his grades should be good, so he can study with him.

But because Chu Tingdong is as cold as a rock, Zhong Xun added another one without authorization: If it is not possible, he can still buy and sell by force.

He is shameless, he can always be chased by a stalker.

The worst result is that Chu Tingdong really hates him, so forget it.

He carried his breakfast and walked to the door of Class [-] of the third year. There were only a few people in the classroom lying on the table to catch up on sleep. Chu Tingdong hadn't come yet, so he felt that his first step was quite perfect.

First buy breakfast and then take the initiative to say hello, at least sell well.

"What did you leave for the weekend homework?" Zhong Xun pulled out his chair and sat down, reached out and patted Song Yijin's deskmate on the shoulder, "Lend me to copy it down."

"Ah?" Song Yijin's tablemate was a fat man named Wang Pang, looking at him with horror on his face.

Perhaps even Xu Chunhong would be startled when he heard that, after all, Zhong Xun didn't even go to the exam much, and handing in homework was a matter of his previous life.

When he was just divided into classes in the second year of high school, the head teacher Xu Chunhong lurked around the Internet cafe all day long to block people, trying to make Zhong Xun hand in his homework well, even if copying the answers was better than not writing them down, but Zhong Xun ignored them.

"Is there mathematics?" Zhong Xun frowned, and decided to choose the class taught by the head teacher first.

"Yes... yes," Xiaopang swallowed, "pages 114 to 120 of "Real Questions", page 23 of "Crazy Problems", "Problem Solving Master"..."

Zhong Xun took out a large stack of brand new exercise books, many of which were piled crookedly on the table without even removing the plastic wrap.

He crossed his legs, put his cold, white and thin ankle on the other knee, was silent for a while, opened those beautiful eyes, and asked in a daze, "Which one?"

Fatty: "..."

After copying the math with difficulty, the bell for morning reading has already rang, but Chu Tingdong has not come yet.

What kind of good student is this?

Zhong Xun was very suspicious.

When he met Chu Tingdong for the first time, Chu Tingdong was more proficient than the students in No. [-] Middle School. He hid in the toilet and smoked. School is gone.

Xu Chunhong wouldn't be cheated, right?

-

Chu Tingdong spent the whole night finishing the final exam paper of the first semester of No. [-] Middle School that Xu Chunhong gave him. After arriving at the school, he went directly to the office of the third grade group.

When he passed, Xu Chunhong had just finished speaking to Zhou Heng.

"It's all done?" Xu Chunhong raised his head when he saw him coming, with a very friendly smile, but he has deep nasolabial folds and a serious face, so smiling like this is a bit scary, "Have you estimated the score?"

"Not yet." Chu Tingdong paused.

"Well, put it here with the teacher first, and you can come and get it after class break." Xu Chunhong roughly glanced at his math paper, and found no mistakes.

Including the big final question that no one in the whole grade had completed in the final exam last semester, Chu Tingdong also wrote it clearly, and the answer was correct.

"By the way, there aren't many students in our class living on campus." Xu Chunhong closed the paper with satisfaction but with some complexity, raised his head and said to Chu Tingdong, "You are close to Zhou Heng's dormitory, and Zhou Heng is the school committee member of the class. If there is anything inconvenient to tell the teacher, you can also find him."

Zhou Heng nodded quickly.

In the office, Xu Chunhong told them about the plan for the whole school year of the third year of senior high school, and asked them what they thought, and he was willing to put him back after the morning self-study.

"Brother Chu," Zhou Heng said to Chu Tingdong on the way back to the classroom, "I'll take a photo of the workbook for this semester for you at noon."

Chu Tingdong transferred here after school started, and it was too late to book with his grade, so he had to buy it alone.

"Okay, thank you." Chu Tingdong said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay." Zhou Heng quickly waved his hand.

After their school produced a pair skater who entered the provincial team, the school often showed some figure skating documentaries or event videos, and he clearly remembered seeing Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong was no different from a celebrity to him, and Zhou Heng couldn't help being nervous when talking to him.

But as soon as he walked to the door of the classroom, Zhou Heng couldn't help but whispered: "Mr. Xu is right, you really shouldn't transfer to No. [-] Middle School. There are still good schools in Ningcheng, or at least key classes."

After he finished speaking, he felt that he might have interfered with other people's privacy, so he smiled embarrassedly.

Chu Tingdong didn't say much.

When he walked to the side of the seat, Zhong Xun was already asleep, and he still covered his head with his school uniform, revealing a little black and soft curly hair, and the tips of his ears were reddened by stuffiness.

Chu Tingdong stared at the head for a second, then moved lightly and opened the table to enter, without turning over the textbook, he turned on the phone first.

At the top are a dozen or so long speeches sent to him by Chu Henglin, each lasting two to three minutes, followed by dozens of X-rays of ankle bones with different degrees of fractures and old injuries, and a text in pure German. Surgical Treatment Protocol Documentation.

Chu Tingdong didn't click on all of them, he looked down for a while, his dark and deep Danfeng eyes looked extraordinarily cold, and moved his fingertips, pulling Chu Henglin black.

Then he went to the campus of his previous school and sent a group message.

[: Collect high school general subject materials, private chat about prices. 】

The first period in the morning is biology class, the bell has already rang, but the classroom is still noisy.

In the middle of the back row, there was even a boy bending over to light a cigarette and playing games with the volume turned on. From time to time, there were a few low-pitched cursing, "Get out of my way", "Get out of the way", "Who the hell is taking my head again?"

"Grass," Song Yijin turned his head quickly when he heard the voice, and muttered softly, "Why did these guys come to school..."

This semester's biology teacher is very young, new here, transferred from another school, and it's the first time to lead a senior year. She has never seen such a chaotic class, her eyes are red with anger, and her voice is shaking.

Last week, there was a commotion in the class, and there were at least a dozen other people listening to the class. Now they were mixed up by the boys in the last row, and they all bowed their heads to play with their phones.

Zhou Heng's face was a little pale, but he couldn't do anything, No. [-] Middle School was such a school, and he walked past the classrooms in this corridor one by one, not just his class.

He sat closest to the podium, propped himself up and silently handed over a pack of tissues.

He didn't move much, but he was still seen by the boy in the middle of the last row. He had a deep scar on his face from his forehead to his left earlobe.

Zhou Heng was stared into a cold sweat, sat down stiffly, his heart was about to explode, and he dared not move.

Chu Tingdong twirled his pen with his fingertips, then put it down with a frown. It wasn't that he didn't want to attend the class, it was that he couldn't hear anything clearly, and even if he wanted to brush up on the questions, it would be better to stay in a broken milk tea shop in this environment.

"Xun'er," Song Yijin couldn't stand it anymore, he turned his head, pushed Zhong Xun's arm, and called him closer, "Brother Xun, wake up."

Zhong Xun didn't wait for Chu Tingdong when he read early, so he couldn't hold on and fell asleep first.

He was woken up by Song Yijin, and pulled off his coat in a bit of annoyance. When he looked up, he saw that everyone in the classroom was froze and did not dare to move. Number is an unfinished multiple-choice question.

And beside him, the smell of smoke was pungent, and the noise made people's ears hurt.

Zhong Xun pursed his lips, held the rubber band in his mouth, re-tied his messy hair, tapped the desk of the person next to him with his fingertips, and said, "Borrow a piece of draft paper."

Chu Tingdong raised his head, his Adam's apple moved slightly, "En."

Zhong Xun took one casually, scrunched up his face expressionlessly, turned his head and slammed it at the smoking boy ruthlessly and accurately.

The man was still playing the game with his head down, the cigarette was not clamped tightly, it was smashed, and the hot cigarette butt pierced his thigh straight, causing him to groan in pain through his pants.

The whole class looked back.

Zhong Xun usually stays lazily in the back row, plays with his mobile phone and sleeps. He has little sense of presence, but when he lifts his eyelids, his black hair makes his complexion whiter. Forced a cold sweat.

"Grass your mother..." The boy cursed halfway, then closed his mouth abruptly when he raised his head.

Zhong Xun ignored him at all, he raised a hand like a good student, his wrist bones were cold, "Teacher, choose C for this question."

"Hmm..." The classroom suddenly became quiet, one after another people turned their heads and began to flip through the books. The new teacher's expression improved a little, and he continued to lecture, "This student's answer is correct..."

Zhong Xun actually didn't know, he was just talking nonsense after seeing an option ticked on Chu Tingdong's paper.

Thinking of Chu Tingdong, he turned his head suddenly, he had no idea when Chu Tingdong came!

He had already waited withered, looking at Chu Tingdong eagerly.

How could it be like this, he had already thought about what he would say to Chu Tingdong the first sentence in the morning, but now he forgot most of it, he just remembered thinking about it when he came to school in the morning.

When you start talking, if you call them the same table, it seems very unfamiliar. They have attended classes together, fought together, and met their parents. How can they be so strange.

If it's Brother Chu, isn't it the same as others?Chu Tingdong came to repeat the reading, he was one year older than them, he heard Zhou Heng and they called him that.

He also saw on the Internet that he could be called brother, which was a guide to green tea. At first, he thought that green tea was not a curse word?But look at the comments below, if a person only treats you with green tea, speaks nicely and cares about you, do you still feel bad?

Zhong Xun thought it made sense, but it was too nasty to call out, so he chose a satisfactory title in a compromise.

"Why did you come here?" He should have standard peach blossom eyes, but the arc of the upper eyelid is much rounder, drooping like some kind of small canine animal.

He just woke up, his voice sounded muffled and soft, afraid that others would hear him, he whispered: "Brother."

The author says:

Xiao Zhong: I scold myself.

Long time no see, I am back to update qwq;

I'm really sorry, I had an oral surgery a year later, because it's more troublesome to see a doctor in this department because of the epidemic, and I have been tossing about registration and so on, and it took me so long to come back. 【Cat slips and kneels.jpg】

After putting it on for too long, I couldn’t help but revise the previous article, but it doesn’t affect it. You can just read the new chapter. I will mark a few details of the changes below:

1. Added Gong's father's name, Chu Henglin.

2. Changed Gong's WeChat name, which was a bit buggy before.

3. Added the name and role of the head teacher (Xu Chunhong).

4. To add to the previous plot, the son of an old friend of Shou’s father came out to his family. The boy who came out was Song Yijin (Shoufa’s youngest) and his brother Song Yiling.