After breaking through the secret of the disabled academic master

The remaining half cup of ice cubes on the sink has completely melted into ice water.

A layer of water mist condensed on the glass wall.

Bo Xun sat on the sink, leaning against the mirror full of water vapor, his arms were still kept at a height parallel to his face, and his palms were slightly turned outwards to cover his eyes.

The sound of breathing echoed faintly in the bathroom.

"Xiao Xun."

Bo Xun snorted to signal that he heard.

"Does this relieve your fear a little?"

Yu Jin's voice was very soft, a little hoarse, and seemed ethereal and ethereal in the bathroom.

He didn't answer, and couldn't speak.

Between his fingers, he could see that the opponent's glasses were covered with mist.

On the bridge of the tall nose, apart from the red mark from the glasses, there is also...

"It's okay, it will be a long time in the future. I will let you know slowly that it will be a very wonderful thing to be with me, and you don't have to feel any fear."

After the gentle voice finished speaking, soft kisses fell on the toes.

Feeling the kiss, Bo Xun unconsciously moved.

After a while, Bo Xun put down his arm and picked up the towel on the shelf next to him with trembling hands.

Bending down, patiently wiped Yu Jin's cheeks and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"So obedient? When you come to your senses, the first thing you do is wipe my sweat off?" Yu Jin smiled, the corners of his lips curved beautifully.

Hearing the compliment, Bo Xun nodded.

His throat seemed to have been scorched by fire, he couldn't speak, he could only hum in a hoarse voice.

He wiped Yu Jin's face, and smoothed the long hair scattered around his ears.

"Next, brother Xiao Xun is going to stay in the bathroom, huh?" The voice of the reminder was very soft.

Mixed with water vapor, some can't hear clearly.

"No..." Bo Xun cleared his throat, and slowly got down from the sink.

The cold marble had been completely warmed up, and the watermark stayed for a while before slowly dissipating.

When he left the bathroom, Yu Jin had already started brushing his teeth in front of the sink.

Back in the master bedroom and lying down under the blanket, Bo Xun felt his blank brain regain consciousness little by little.

If it's Yu Jin, it should be... yes.

Yu Jin's body temperature and breath made him addicted.There are also slender, well-defined hands, and a soft velvet tongue, which are fatal falls for him.

And Yu Jin said that he would not be hurt.Today, as well as all the past events, have proved that Yu Jin is indeed very gentle.

At least for now, it's very gentle.

If Yu Jin mentions this matter again next time, try it, it should be okay.

Anyway, we are all adults, and we are in love with each other.

Thinking of this, Bo Xun's eyelids twitched a little.

He shrank back into the pillow again.

In fact, after lying down, I didn't fall asleep so quickly.

The soft pillow is also the common fragrance of Yu Jin.

Not willing to fall asleep like this.

I still want to smell it for a while.

After lying down for about an hour, he vaguely heard the sound of a wheelchair moving on the ground not far away.

Immediately afterwards, the mattress beside him sank.

Arms behind the back.

"If you're so sleepy and still don't sleep, do you have to wait for me?"

"Ah."

In fact, Bo Xun was so sleepy that he was not so conscious, so he responded unconsciously.

"Good night, go to sleep."

Hearing these words, Bo Xun fell asleep in peace.

Towards the end of December, rain and snow are more frequent.

Today, the hail turned to light snow, even at noon, the sky was gloomy, with no light at all.

The incandescent lights in the classroom were turned on to the maximum, but the words on the books were still gray.

During the lunch break, Bo Xun was in class, writing the homework assigned to him by Yu Jin with ashamed heart.

Leaning his back against the radiator, he took off his jacket very comfortably. He originally wanted to wear only the tight training clothes inside, but at Yu Jin's repeated request, he added a hoodie.

Xie Zhe called him to play, but he could only wave his hand to signal that he would not go.

I was writing English reading, and there was the sound of the desk sliding on the tiles behind me, which was a bit jarring.

Bo Xun was attracted by the noise, turned around, and saw Ning Xiaoxiao stepping on the table, drawing something on the back blackboard with chalk.

The table was visibly unstable and crumbling.

Before I even looked twice, I felt my arm being tapped, "Do the questions well."

"I'm done." Bo Xun argued.

"Empty so many translation questions, is it also called finishing?"

"No." Bo Xun said confidently.

Seeing Yu Jin's mouth spread, he was obviously a little helpless.

"Yu Jin." Bo Xun saw the back of his hand on the desk.

Pressing her chin directly on the back of Yu Jin's hand, she raised her eyes and stared at Yu Jin.

"..." Yu Jin obviously hesitated to speak.

In an instant, his face became serious again, "I'll talk to you about the self-study class later, should I study hard in the self-study class?"

Bo Xun nodded resolutely, "Yeah."

Putting down the pen, Bo Xun straightened his arms and stretched.

Turning back and continuing to look at the propaganda committee member who painted the blackboard newspaper, he did not go out to play.

In fact, compared to being by Yu Jin's side, basketball is not so much fun.

"What do you see other girls doing?" Bo Xun was concentrating on reading the lines on the blackboard when suddenly, Yu Jin's voice came from behind, with a bit of resentment.

"I looked at her paintings, but not her person." Bo Xun said truthfully.

Perhaps the sound was a bit loud, and it seemed that more than one person heard it.

Looking from the side, Ning Xiaoxiao suddenly bowed her waist and held back her smile without warning. She couldn't hold the chalk steadily, and almost fell off the table.

"Xiaoyu, who dares to let your family members see it? This can't be seen as a murder case?" Ning Xiaoxiao joked while dividing the coloring block, glanced at it, and confirmed that the teacher was not there.

Of course Yu Jin didn't speak.

A little speechless, he pushed his glasses, and continued to read the book as if nothing had happened.

After Ning Xiaoxiao finished speaking, she jumped off the table and walked towards them, "Xiaoyu, borrow some gouache paint. White is fine."

"Isn't it impossible to wash off the blackboard newspaper painted with gouache?" Bo Xun asked curiously.

Ning Xiaoxiao sighed, "As long as I paint with chalk layer by layer, Teacher Qin won't peel me off. Besides, cleaning the blackboard is the work of the health committee, and I'll just take care of the painting."

"Just now you said you wanted a gouache drawing board newspaper, didn't Qi Qian go and buy it for you?" Yu Jin said, opening the storage bag on the ground, searching for a long time, first found a scraper and handed it to Ning Xiaoxiao.

Then he found a bottle of white paint and handed it to Ning Xiaoxiao along with several cans of other primary colors.

"It's been half a lunch break, and she hasn't come back yet. I don't know who, it must have tripped her up."

Ning Xiaoxiao took the paint, looked at the package, paused for a moment, her eyes enlarged.

"Yes, or else I won't borrow it. Your paint is so expensive."

"The paint is for use." Yu Jin said lightly.

"No, the blackboard newspaper is only equipped with 3 yuan a can of paint."

Ning Xiaoxiao just finished speaking.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang from the back door.

The students in the class who were self-studying in the morning couldn't help but look back.

Bo Xun, Yu Jin and Ning Xiaoxiao also turned their heads.

I saw a girl who was taller and a head shorter than Ning Xiaoxiao, with a doll cut, and a lively face appeared at the door, holding a bag of paint in one hand, and two cups of hot milk tea in the other.

"Yo." The girl at the door didn't close the door after opening it, she just leaned on the door frame, her small body was full of the word "pull".

Looking at the three of Yu Jin, Bo Xun, and Ning Xiaoxiao, their expressions were unkind, and their originally sweet voice was a little sharp because of anger.

"I said I couldn't draw a blackboard newspaper without paint, and I asked someone in the circle who could buy it for you. I'm also cheap, and it's snowing outside, so I ran out to buy it for you."

"Qi Qian, why do you speak in such a strange way?" Ning Xiaoxiao paused for two seconds before realizing that the words contained strong gunpowder.

"If you want to borrow from Yu Jin, you can borrow it from Yu Jin." After Qi Qian finished speaking, she threw down the bag of paint and grabbed the scraper on Yu Jin's desk.

"It's dangerous to play with a knife—" Yu Jin wanted to stop her, and save his precarious scraper by the way.

Qi Qian didn't give Yu Jin a chance to speak at all, and directly smashed one of the cups of milk tea with a scraper, and threw it into the trash can by the back door.

He turned around and strode out of the classroom without looking back.

"What's the matter with you?" Ning Xiaoxiao didn't understand, so she picked up the bag of paint.

The paint is well protected and has not been baptized by wind and snow.

"You talk every day, will you talk well?" After finishing speaking, she also chased him out.

Bo Xun stared at this scene dumbfounded.

"Didn't you say that Qi Qian is at the quasi-qingmei level? Is it true or is someone mocking her?"

"Really," Yu Jin also tilted his head and glanced at the two girls who were chasing after him. "It's really a very good painting. Before I transferred to No. [-] Middle School, I vaguely heard her name."

"Then why is she so irritable? She looks quite obedient." Bo Xun took another look at the murdered cup of milk tea in the trash can, picked up the mop, and simply cleaned up the splashes from the side of the bucket.

"Is this the legendary lonely genius?"

"It seems that the only girl in the class who is willing to play with her is Ning Xiaoxiao. Of course, this sentence is Ning Xiaoxiao's one-sided statement. I don't know the specific situation."

Yu Jin didn't talk about the girls anymore, and took out an exquisite booklet from his schoolbag, "This New Year's Day, shall we go out on a date?"

"Ah?" Bo Xun couldn't keep up with Yu Jin's jumping thinking.

"A date." Yu Jin repeated again seriously.

"After we confirmed our relationship, we haven't officially dated yet."

Dating……

Bo Xun had no idea about these two words.

"Fine. But what shall we do?"

The male and female protagonists on TV all go to watch movies and eat, but it is obvious that Yu Jin is not the female protagonist, and he is not interested in such things.

"Do you still remember the time when I asked you to be a model during the summer vacation?" Yu Jin said while flipping through the booklet in his hand, "I revised and refined that work for a long time, and finally it was fortunate to be included in a gallery I like very much. The New Year’s Day tour just came to us, and the organizer invited me, so I want to go and see it. By the way, I will visit other exhibits in the gallery.”

"Oh, good." Bo Xun froze for a moment.

In fact, after being with Yu Jin, he carefully recalled the experience of being a model, and had some thoughts that felt wrong.

It has been speculated that Yu Jin is just to satisfy his selfish desires, not serious painting at all, but just using painting as an excuse to vent.

just now……

Bo Xun cursed himself inwardly.

Sure enough, the heart is dirty even when looking at art.

Bo Xun leaned over and looked at the exquisite book in Yu Jin's hand.

He didn't quite understand the text on it, so he boldly guessed, "Is this the invitation letter sent to you by the tour organizer?"

"Smart. Brother Xiao Xun is awesome."

Bo Xun: ...

He blushed when he was praised.

He suddenly seemed to think of something, and continued to ask, "Since you like painting so much, why don't you choose to continue your education on the road of painting? I seem to have heard you say that the teacher talked to you before going to bed two days ago. In the future, for the third year of high school recommendation, you said that you want to choose a finance major."

When asked this question, Yu Jin was obviously silent.

Bo Xun was also silent.

Asked the wrong thing again?

He has always been straightforward, and this kind of character is fine in front of his brothers.

But in front of Yu Jin, the atmosphere often becomes silent suddenly.

After a while, I heard Yu Jin speak, his voice was a bit more bitter, "When I was young, this school was my highest ideal."

Bo Xun watched as Yu Jin stretched out his hand, and tapped on the world map on the invitation.

He didn't know the name of the school printed on it, only that it was probably on the map of Europe.

"But what happened at home...you know. The family left me a company. In fact, selling or operating it is actually a choice, but the teachers and elders around me persuaded me to be realistic and I should keep the family. Over time, I also feel that I should be more realistic, and business studies are helpful to me. Instead of indulging in illusory paintings."

When Yu Jin said this, he paused.

"Actually, I was really poor at studying before junior high school, because there are too many interesting things to do for me every day, such as spending a lot of time drawing, playing with beanbags, sneaking out with my sister to buy junk food, and Relying on my parents to tell stories, I didn't have time to learn the things in the textbooks. But later, I probably faced the reality, and my academic performance was as good as it is today."

"Huh?" Bo Xun couldn't help but frowned when he heard this in disbelief.

"You pursued me...Let's call your previous behavior a pursuit. At that time, you did everything that was not for the sake of the world. Now when you talk about your dreams, you are troubled by the world again?"

"..." Yu Jin was dumbfounded.

Bo Xun continued:

"Think about it, most of your teachers and elders have to think about money, offspring, and parents. These things drag them down from chasing their dreams. You are not short of money, and you will not have offspring if you are with me. Why consider the so-called reality of the public and give up the dream?"