Acting rules for pretending to be Alpha

Gu Jing took a deep breath, calmed down for a moment, and said, "You three, take it easy, I have nothing to do here."

Turning around for a moment, he asked Luo Wei again: "Do you know that the scumbag you dated online is a duck?"

Luo Wei nodded frantically: "I know, I know! I'm causing you trouble."

"Mr. Wang..." Chen Qiangsanzhuang was reluctant to part with him, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Kong Ying'er, reluctant to part with his bed partner.

"My surname is not Wang, and I'm not anyone, so just pretend you haven't seen me." Gu Jingyi said, "Otherwise you won't be able to do business when you come out of the prison."

Chen Qiang Sanzhuang was so heartbroken, he gritted his teeth, his voice was trembling, and he managed to utter a word: "Okay."

"That's it, you guys chat slowly, I'll pick him up." Gu Jing tightened her clothes, checked that there was nothing unusual and smelly, and then she was relieved.

Ma Yunqing asked stupidly: "Who will pick up?"

Gu Jing sighed and explained: "Song Zhuo."

The moment he turned around and closed the door, a figure quickly squeezed up, and the familiar cold aura immediately engulfed him.

Gu Jing took half a step back, her back banging against the door panel.

"Hi...Long time no see." Gu Jing said awkwardly, and the narrow space between the two was just enough for him to extend his hand to say hello.

Song Zhuo's body was cold, with a layer of coldness from the outside until Gu Jingyi was also cold, his voice was soft and low, as if bitter: "Follow me."

Angry.

Gu Jing just followed his pace step by step. Song Zhuo drove over and opened the co-pilot's door for him. As soon as Gu Jing sat in, the car was still lit and the heater was still on.

The car windows are foggy and blurry, just like he is now.

Song Zhuo raised his chin and motioned him to put on his seat belt.

After he fastened it, Song Zhuo started the car.

Gu Jing asked a little nervously: "What are you going to do?"

"High school." Song Zhuo spread out his palms and turned the steering wheel skillfully. With the other hand, he pointed in the direction of the back seat, then retracted it, and drove seriously.

Gu Jing turned her head and looked over. There was a white foam box with "Chengxi Handmade Twist" on the back seat of the car. There was also a cowhide notebook on it. On the cowhide notebook were written four large characters of chemical lesson plans.

Song Zhuo: "This is something that Teacher Wu forgot at home, I will send it over."

Gu Jing couldn't understand it again and again. Teacher Wu, the senior teaching director, was Song Zhuo's aunt. The teacher he was most afraid of at the beginning was really good at teaching, but...too fierce and cold, just like Song Zhuo's eyes engraved.

"Then I'll wait in your car, okay?" Gu Jingyi didn't really want to see Aunt Song Zhuo.

"No." Song Zhuo said.

Gu Jing slumped in the car, and said a word slowly: "Okay."

You have reason to listen to you. If you say no, then you can’t. If you say go, I will go.

"Why do you buy so many twists?" Gu Jingyi also likes to eat the handmade twists from this restaurant.

When he was going to school in high school, he happened to pass by this store in the west of the city, but every day when he wanted to eat mahua for breakfast, he would never be in line.

As long as you line up, you will be late.

Song Zhuo glanced at him from the rearview mirror, and then said: "They got the first place in the class, and they will be rewarded."

Gu Jing raised her eyebrows: "Why didn't the teacher in charge reward us when we were in high school? Wasn't our class always the first at that time? We didn't enjoy the blessing..."

Song Zhuo: "Every time you make progress, don't I reward you?"

What Song Zhuo said brought back some memories from high school.

Every time he advanced one, Song Zhuo would ask him what he wanted to eat, and said that he would bring it to him the next day.

Whether it's handmade mahua from the west of the city or wontons from the east of the city, he can always bring it.

He asked Song Zhuo why he cared so much for his classmates.

Song Zhuo said, because my deskmates help each other, I am obliged to take care of every classmate who is still alive.

He said, why don't you save Luo Wei.

Song Zhuo said that Luo Wei could speak too much and was so annoyed that there was no way to save him.

Now Gu Jing felt that Song Zhuo was eccentric at that time, and eccentricity was good to him, and everyone would be eccentric.

And in winter, the wontons brought by Song Zhuo were still warm, and the mahua was also warm, and the cheese stuffing inside was steaming.

He asked how he bought it, and Song Zhuo just said, what else can I buy if I lined up to buy it.

Song Zhuo never broke his promise.

At that time, he didn't feel anything, but now let him look back on the previous things with this kind of emotion, not only to be moved and nostalgic, but also to want to have it again, as well as, bitterness.

Sometimes there are too many things that he dare not face up to, and whenever he thinks of something on the horizon, he thinks it is fake, and tries his best to discourage himself from calming down.

However, how could he really sink his heart.

On the contrary, it intensified, encroaching, engulfing, capturing, and trapping him step by step.

Gu Jing smiled lightly and said, "Why don't you say you are a good person."

"I'll take you to eat wontons in the east of the city later, how about we line up to buy twists when we pass by?" Song Zhuo parked the car in the parking lot outside the campus, and then added, "Buy more cheese. "

Gu Jingyi's heart was severely twisted, and it became even more painful.

I suspect that my heart is leaking, how can everything I think be known by the person in front of me who looks emotionless?

People often say that there is always someone who has seen all your states, read all your inner world, and seen your different appearances. That person tried to listen to your songs, tried to walk your way, and tasted you. favorite food.

He sees you through, and then he loves you even more.

Gu Jing thought about it, he had seen through himself, and then he was caught.

But did Song Zhuo spread the net for him?

Once Gu Jing was not sure, he didn't dare to ask, and he didn't dare to say.

Maybe there was no such net at all, and he was just playing around.

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"Go get the lesson plan." Song Zhuo said.

"Oh." Gu Jing put on her seat belt, went around to the back to get the lesson plan, and then moved out the foam box by the way.

Song Zhuo: "Give me the box."

Gu Jing shook her head: "It's not heavy, it's just a few small twists, you can take the lesson plan."

Song Zhuo knew this person's virtue, so he took out the lesson plan that was caught by someone, couldn't help it, rolled up the lesson plan, and patted Gu Jing on the head lightly: "Let's go, Xiao Aojiao."

"Please don't add the word 'small' to me. "Gu Jing hated adding this word. Of course, the ones who hate it the most are those who love to cry and make trouble, such as the one in variety shows.

"That's fine, Aojiao, let's go." Song Zhuo really removed the word.

Gu Jing hummed, very disdainful, even forgot that Song Zhuo was still angry, and just led the way slowly.

As a result, before walking a few meters, he was stopped by the guard uncle: "What are you doing?"

Gu Jing turned her head to look at Song Zhuo behind her, imitating her tongue: "What are you doing?"

Song Zhuo's annoyance caused by Ma Yunqing's message just now was completely wiped out by this person in front of him.

With a helpless chuckle, he had no choice but to call the dean, Mr. Wu.

The doorman took the phone, let them go after explaining it clearly, and then said: "Just after class, you people outside the school should not make loud noises to affect our students here!"

"Don't worry, uncle." Gu Jingyi told the doorman uncle in a fly-like voice.

The guard uncle gave them a thumbs up.

Although I didn't want to see Teacher Wu just now, but seeing the familiar statue of Confucius and the familiar teaching building, the intimacy and memory came up.

Gu Jing said to Song Zhuo: "Every night before the Chinese test, I come here to worship Confucius. Except for the college entrance examination, which works, it doesn't work well at other times."

Song Zhuo said: "I know, every time I watch you worship from the window on the fourth floor, facing my direction, it feels like you are worshiping me."

Gu Jingyi: "..." You are good at studying, but I don't worship living people.

Gu Jingyi said again: "Every time I am late, I will sweep the area of ​​the basketball court as a penalty, and the rubber on the court is almost wiped off by me."

Song Zhuo: "I know, I check every time I don't wear school uniforms here in the side building, and I see you sweeping the floor every time."

After Gu Jing finished listening, he was in a hurry. Why didn't he know what Song Zhuo said? It felt as uncomfortable as being pulled by a small tail: "Why don't I know this? Why are you staring at me in high school? Are you crazy? Bar."

Song Zhuo's eyes were straight, and his voice was rarely relaxed: "It looks good."

Gu Jingyi: "..." This man is really not ashamed when he speaks, he is not ashamed and he is ashamed.

Why are these people talking like this now?

Gu Jing was afraid that talking any further would scare his heart out, so she kept her mouth shut all the way, only thinking of giving the box to Teacher Wu quickly, although she was still afraid of Teacher Wu in her heart, but her face was still calm, Take your time.

Teacher Wu recognized this handsome guy at a glance, and said in shock and joy: "Oh, isn't this our Jingyi! Two big stars at the same table are here to visit the school together today?"

Gu Jing smiled and said, "Yes, I followed him."

Gu Jing was puzzled, why did Mr. Wu speak like this after class, he had a different face from that in class.

If he hadn't attended her class, he would have been blinded by the polite face in front of him.

Teacher Wu took over the box and the lesson plan, and didn't talk much about why he was still in class: "Okay, you can go shopping casually, I'm still in class, don't let the classmates see you two, or you will sign and take pictures , to trouble you."

After so many years, Mr. Wu is still so good at talking.

As soon as Gu Jing understood the meaning of the words, she answered, "Okay, teacher, please be busy. I'll go back after a while with Song Zhuo."

When Teacher Wu turned around and entered the class with the box in his arms, Gu Jing put down the standard smile on his face and let out a sigh of relief: "Go back."

Song Zhuo said, "Where are you going?"

Gu Jing frowned: "It's all in class, why are you still shopping, disturbing the study of senior high school students, hurry up and go."

As he spoke, he pulled up Song Zhuo's sleeves, and dragged him away from this high school district.

Song Zhuo grabbed Gu Jingyi's hand with his backhand, and clasped his palms together. Song Zhuo said plainly: "Go to the fourth floor. In recent years, the school has recruited fewer students because it has not allowed people from the urban area to be recruited. Four The building is empty."

Even though the temperature of the two palms was about the same, Gu Jingyi felt that she was about to sweat. The place where the palm was clasped backwards and where the skin rubbed against the skin seemed to be automatically magnified by the mind.

All his attention was on the palm of his hand, he didn't listen carefully, afraid of being seen flustered, so he could only respond indiscriminately: "Okay."

Song Zhuo led him up to the fourth floor. The first classroom on the fourth floor was their previous classroom. The door was not locked, so he opened it with a push.

There are still tables and stools inside, but the multimedia and the camera are also removed, and the curtains are a little old, but the flowing red flag behind is still there, which is roughly consistent with Gu Jingyi's imagination.

Pretending to be nonchalant, he withdrew his hand, walked to the window sill, and looked at the statue of Confucius downstairs, and found that he could see it clearly from this position. The back of the statue of Confucius was facing the window, which he hadn't noticed before.

In fact, thinking about it again, I should have noticed the statue of Confucius downstairs, but I didn't notice Song Zhuo looking at him on the fourth floor.

Hidden quite deep.

"I'll just watch you from this position, watching you bow, and sometimes lay eggs." Song Zhuo leaned his back against the window and looked sideways at Gu Jingyi, who was looking at the statue of Confucius downstairs.

He saw him that way in high school, and he still sees him that way now.

Wood can be seen out of Kong'er, why is this person dumber than Mu Mu.

Song Zhuo didn't know what to do.

"Am I really stupid when I bow?" Gu Jingyi usually worships the statue of Confucius when it is getting dark, because he is afraid of being seen and lose face, but it just so happens that he is seen by his deskmate. clean.

I also know that he bowed, and I also know that he is offering tribute.

"No." Song Zhuo paused for two seconds before saying solemnly, "You were stupid when you placed eggs."

Gu Jingyi: "You are stupid."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Zhuo suddenly turned over, which startled Gu Jing.

Song Zhuo put both hands on the outside of Gu Jing's hands. He supported the balcony, stretched his wide and thin shoulders, and embraced Gu Jing into his arms.

Then his chin hit Gu Jing's head.

"Song Zhuo, what are you doing?" Gu Jingyi's body stiffened suddenly, the distance was too close for him to dare to move.

Song Zhuo didn't speak, and Gu Jingyi didn't make another sound.

The classroom is very quiet, and some people are in a state of confusion.

Both of them were short of breath, as time passed, Gu Jingyi could only hear the beating of his own heart at this moment.

From time to time, the cold wind from outside the window crept in through the crack of the open window, and then blew into Gu Jingyi's open neckline.

The back is a warm body, and the front is a piercing cool wind.

As soon as Gu Jing was caught in the middle, she felt so uncomfortable that she was almost hypoxic.

a long time.

Song Zhuo slowly covered Gu Jingyi's hand on the window sill with both hands, turned his head sideways, then lowered down, and kissed Gu Jingyi's ear, the warmth only lingered in the ear for half a second.

His right hand slowly stroked Gu Jingyi's chin.

The voice was extremely unbearable: "Gu Jingyi, why are you so beautiful? Huh?"

Gu Jing's head buzzed suddenly, his heart stopped beating for half a beat, his eyes were dull: "What..."

Song Zhuo's eyes darkened, and he continued in a hoarse voice: "I like you so much, I can't help it, I can't let go."

He said, "I want to chase you."

Gu Jing was completely stunned, horrified in this hug, going crazy.

It felt like the words were like rising tide waves, flooding his chest and brain.

He was a dying person, desolate and tormented.

It turned out that someone would really save him.

His eyes were already hazy, he just rubbed Song Zhuo's cheeks, and said in a trembling voice, "Don't chase."

"Don't chase."

The gathering of emotions is always a steady stream.

When a drop of rain falls, the river rushes forward, and the deserted fields are flooded with flowers.

It turned out that Song Zhuo's net had been there all along, and he was just waiting for himself to fall.

The author says:

I'm so moved, I'm about to cry woo woo woo, I wish lovers all over the world get married woo woo woo.

Is it a bit late today, my fault my fault, sorry everyone.More will be added tomorrow! !Tomorrow is Saturday! !Love you all (///▽///);

I will update it later, and I will finish it as soon as I grit my teeth!

感谢在2022-08-2521:54:58-2022-08-2622:15:52期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of human miscellaneous before going to bed; 1 bottle of Liyao;

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