bad kid

……Hold.

Ruan Zhimu hurriedly got up from his lap, kicked away the messy things at his feet, and groped out.

There is still residual heat on the waist.

When he fell down on Yan Yue just now, Yan Yue supported his waist with both hands. He was obviously still a high school student, and his palms were so wide that they could completely hold his waist.

Ruan Zhimu's cheeks were a little hot, and he walked out the door in embarrassment.

I went downstairs to have a look, and found that it was just the switch tripped, so I was relieved.

The electric switch is pushed up, and the light returns to the earth.

Ruan Zhimu returned to the bathroom, Yan Yue still maintained the posture just now, sitting on the toilet seat.

Because of the accident just now, Ruan Zhimu was a little embarrassed, instead of making fun of the poor as usual, he silently helped Yan Yue scrub the rest.

Yan Yue was also unusually well-behaved, let him raise his hand, let him turn around.

The water in the basin changed from clear to cloudy and dirty.

Ruan Zhimu threw the towel into the basin and took a long breath: "Okay."

Yan Yue: "Thank you."

Ruan Zhimu: "Go to bed early after washing, just throw the dirty clothes in the basin."

He pressed his temple, and his brain hurt a little.

Yan Yue noticed his movements: "Uncomfortable?"

Ruan Zhimu said in a bad mood: "I'm busy with a lot of things at the beginning of school, and I have to deal with these messy things for you. Can you be comfortable?"

The disgust in his tone was too obvious, Yan Yue remained silent.

An awkward silence spread in the bathroom.

Ruan Zhimu coughed: "I don't mean to blame you, I'm thinking of you too. It's great to have fun with your classmates, don't keep fighting, look at your handsome face, how ugly one piece is blue and the other purple... ..."

Yan Yue: "They moved my things first."

"I know, it's his fault that he didn't ask for it," Ruan Zhimu said, "but you have to be strategic when dealing with things. You see, you just transferred to another school, and you are unfamiliar with the place of life. You just want to build a good relationship with your classmates. It’s critical. People may just have itchy hands and want to play, if you don’t want to, just take it back, there’s no need to fight, right?”

It stands to reason that it is not his responsibility to educate the more rigorously, but in order to calm down his life in the future, Ruan Zhimu decided to try to persuade him.

Yan Yue: "Chop it up and it won't itch."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Why are kids nowadays so violent?

Ruan Zhimu: "Is this how you used to get along with your classmates at school?"

Yan Yue: "Yes."

Ruan Zhimu: "If you don't agree with each other, start a fight, write self-criticism every three days, and make the class teacher slap the table with anger?... No wonder your father wants you to transfer to another school. This life is so exciting."

Yan Yue was impatient: "Why do you talk so much?"

After finishing speaking, he ignored Ruan Zhimu, turned his head and went back to the room.

Ruan Zhimu raised his middle finger at his back.

When throwing the clothes into the washing machine, Ruan Zhimu remembered the scene when he fell on Yan Yue's lap just now.

It was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, and his senses became particularly sharp.

I can feel the firm thighs under my body, the chest muscles behind my back, the refreshing smell of mouthwash coming from behind my ears, and the warm touch on my waist.

……

Ruan Zhimu had to admit that the children are developing really well now.

Even though she was several years younger than him, she was actually taller, stronger than him, and only slightly less handsome than him.

A gust of evening wind came in through the window, making Ruan Zhimu sneezed, and quickly closed the window tightly.

When I closed the window, I saw the grandparents downstairs walking home with cattail fans. A little boy who was clamoring for candy was caught and slapped his butt. He cried loudly and fell asleep in his grandma's arms after crying .

Summer seems to be coming to an end.

-

Ruan Zhimu remembered before going to bed that the head teacher asked Yan Yue to write a [-]-word self-criticism.

Tomorrow is Saturday, so there is no way to hand in paper manuscripts, but the head teacher said, let me take a photo and send it to the WeChat group after writing.

It is estimated that it is used to scare chickens and monkeys to prevent students from fighting in the future.

Ruan Zhimu knocked on Yan Yue's door: "Are you asleep?"

There was no movement inside.

But there was a faint yellow light from under the door.

Ruan Zhimu turned the doorknob open. There was no anti-lock device in this broken house: "Don't forget to write..."

He choked again.

Yan Yue's upper body was naked, his shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, and his abdominal muscles stretched all the way to the top of his pajama pants.

He was sitting on the head of the bed, fiddling with a jet-black camera carelessly.

Ruan Zhimu: "...Why don't you wear clothes?"

Yan Yue raised his eyes: "It's hot."

"I don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Yan Yue: "Does it have anything to do with you?"

Ruan Zhimu: "It's okay, I just came to remind you, your head teacher asked you to submit a [-]-word self-criticism today, take a picture and send it to the WeChat group after writing, don't forget."

Yan Yue didn't stop, fiddled with the camera intently: "Oh, don't write."

Ruan Zhimu's brain was aching: "I promised well in the afternoon, and now I'm quitting again?"

Yan Yue sarcastically said: "Didn't you say 'I don't care if I don't study', 'If you don't get into college, go to the factory to screw screws and step on the sewing machine, that's your own business'. Why, now it has something to do with you gone?"

Ruan Zhimu: "It has nothing to do with me, but if you can't complete the task, your head teacher troubles me. This has a lot to do with me fucking."

"That's it," Yan Yue nodded understandingly, "Then write it for me."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Yan Yue: "Your level of education is so high and your grades are so good, writing a self-criticism must be a no-brainer."

Ruan Zhimu: "Do you know that there is an old saying that a rabbit will bite when it is anxious."

Yan Yue imitated his tone: "Do you know that there is an old saying that calls for lifting a rock to hit one's own foot."

Ruan Zhimu clenched his fists.

He has a deep understanding of what it means to raise children for old age.

Raising a filial son like Yan Yue, who died suddenly of anger at a young age, wouldn't he be too old?

Maybe it was because Ruan Zhimu was so angry that he was about to pout, Yan Yue finally realized his conscience, and said slowly: "I just told the teacher in charge that [-] words are too much to finish tonight, and she agreed to extend it to the weekend for two days. Pay again."

Ruan Zhimu looked at the WeChat interface and calmed down: "Then you didn't say it earlier."

Yan Yue started fiddling with his camera again.

Ruan Zhimu doesn't understand these things, and it should be expensive from the outside, but this is not what he should consider.

He patted his butt and went back to the room.

Yan Yue loves to do whatever he wants, as long as the head teacher doesn't look for him, it's none of his business if he doesn't sleep all night.

The moment he turned around, he didn't notice that Yan Yue raised his camera and snapped a picture of his back.

The one in the light green pajamas, with a slightly staggered back, was dazed.

Yan Yue saved the photos in the album.

What is the title?

Yan Yue thought for a while, and typed in the white box "Grantai will bite when he is in a hurry".

-

Half asleep and half awake, Ruan Zhimu was awakened by the ringing of his mobile phone.

The curtains were drawn, and the morning light spilled in through the curtains, still dazzling.

He raised his arm to cover his eyes, pressed the answer button, and said weakly, "Hello."

"Xiaomu."

Ruan Zhimu woke up instantly.

I don't know if it's because Zhan Zihang's voice sounds strange through the screen of the phone, as if from another world.

Ruan Zhimu didn't answer immediately.

A few seconds later, Zhan Zihang tried again: "...Xiao Mu? Are you awake?"

Ruan Zhimu: "."

There was a faint whistle sound from Zhan Zihang's side: "I'm going to take Cantonese class later. When I first came here, the class is a bit difficult. Occasionally, I can't understand what my classmates and professors are saying, so I can only work hard to make up lessons on weekends...Of course , if you're still sleeping, I won't..."

Ruan Zhimu interrupted him: "What's the matter?"

Zhan Zihang: "Are you still angry?"

Ruan Zhimu got out of bed, put on slippers, and lazily went to the kitchen: "Why am I angry?"

Zhan Zihang: "I made a video call and sent you a message last night, but you didn't reply... I didn't tell you about my exchange in Hong Kong... Are you angry?"

Ruan Zhimu took a box of skim milk from the top shelf of the refrigerator, and was just about to poke the tin foil seal, when he glanced at the production date, he found that it had expired for a week.

"Hold."

Ruan Zhimu thought so, so he cursed out, and threw the milk carton into the trash can.

There was no sound from the phone.

Ruan Zhimu realized that his words were ambiguous, and Zhan Zihang probably thought he was scolding him.

But he just scolded, and he didn't bother to explain.

Ruan Zhimu turned around and saw Yan Yue coming out of the room with messy hair, obviously just getting up.

After a night's rest, the bruises on Yan Yue's face faded a little, and the wound on the corner of his mouth was still obvious. Wearing a baggy T-shirt and jeans, he looked like a young and Dangerous boy.

Seeing Ruan Zhimu on the phone, Yan Yue turned and went into the bathroom, closing the door.

Zhan Zihang didn't speak, neither did Ruan Zhimu, they threw the phone on the table and concentrated on eating toast.

Be more patient, who is afraid of whom.

A few minutes later, Yan Yue came out of the bathroom, sat opposite Ruan Zhimu, poured a glass of boiling water, and began to eat toast.

Ruan Zhimu: "You..."

Yan Yue tore the toast in half: "Do you want more money?"

Ruan Zhimu choked for a moment: "I'm so stingy in your eyes?... I want to ask you if it still hurts, and whether you want to go to the hospital."

Yan Yue: "It's okay."

"What does it mean, does it hurt or does it not hurt?" Ruan Zhimu found it really hard to talk to teenagers,

"Don't be brave, you have to say it hurts. I remembered it in the middle of the night last night. It seemed that I was a little too hard at that time. You didn't say a word, and you were bleeding from the waist down and didn't respond..."

Yan Yue still had that cool, ignorant look.

Ruan Zhimu wondered if he should change the medicine later, when the phone suddenly exploded.

"Xiao Mu?!...What are you doing! Who is that???!"

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

It was only then that he remembered that the phone was in the state of talking with Zhan Zihang, and he hadn't hung up.

Zhan Zihang heard what he was talking to Yan Yue just now.

What did they just say?

Add money.

Does it hurt?

It was too much effort.

Bleeding down the waist.

……

Ruan Zhimu's scalp went numb.

The speaker was not turned on during the call, and the shouting on the other side of the phone could still be heard clearly, which was enough to show how excited the person on the other side was.

Yan Yue raised his eyes and looked at the phone.

Ruan Zhimu muted his phone, said "I'm going out to answer a call", and hurried back to the room.

Yan Yue picked up the last piece of toast on the table, thought about it, and put it down again.

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Yan Yue: I've heard enough gossip