Don't run after school

Seeing Cheng Jin step down, Zhou Boshan quickly ran to the door of the auditorium at a speed of seventy steps, then ran to the door of the classroom, and walked two steps forward with her head down when she was close to the window of the classroom.

Before he could take the third step, he saw the pair of shiny leather shoes in front of him.

When Zhou Baoshan raised her head, she felt a little suffocated.

The person in front of him is none other than his homeroom teacher, Master Kun.

"Why did you go?" Master Kun spoke, speaking with amplifying effect.

Zhou Baoshan copied his pocket, neither humble nor overbearing, "I went to the bathroom."

"It's been almost half an hour?" Master Kun glanced at his watch and said expressionlessly, "You went out at 28:[-] and just came back now. It took a total of [-] minutes, [-] seconds."

As expected of teaching mathematics, the concept of time is strong.

Zhou Baoshan thought about it, if he stuck here and waited for Cheng Jin to come back later, it wouldn't look good, Cheng Jin would definitely ask him what he was doing there.

So Zhou Boshan boldly asked: "Master Kun, can you let me in first, and punish me after the next class?"

"No." Master Kun said, "Stand here for me! Let you sneak to the auditorium to watch the performance alone! Stand for me all afternoon!"

Coincidentally, as soon as he finished his sentence, Cheng Jin appeared from the entrance of the corridor. He watched Master Kun walk back to the office, then walked to Zhou Boshan's side, bumped him with his elbow, and said in a low voice: " Okay, you just went to peek at me."

"How is your partner? You can play the guitar with one hand, and you can also open the square root with your bare hands. It's all-round development." Cheng Jin snapped his fingers proudly, and the knuckle ring on his hand gleamed.

"It's okay." Zhou Baoshan was a little annoyed, and kicked him lightly, "Hurry up and go in."

In the next few days, the National Day holidays for senior one and senior two were not over yet, and only their senior three were left in class.

Everyone was listless, looking helpless.

Few people came to the self-study class in the afternoon. Usually, this time is the time when the English class representative plays English listening on the radio.

But today, none of the English class representatives came to self-study in the morning.

Cheng Jin lay on the table, feeling a little idle, while everyone else was taking a nap, he listened to the song with earplugs on for a while.

Zhou Baoshan kicked his stool, "What are you doing?"

"Listening to the song, I just heard the Spanish sentence you recorded last night, which I really like."

"What?"

"The translation is, sometimes I wish your life can be made into a long movie. Then let me be born 100 years after you, and only do one thing in my life. Sitting alone in the room, facing the wall The light and shadow of the screen, use my life to read your life slowly." Cheng Jin read it with his head down, and looked over from the side, his eyelashes were long and soft, and the stubble of hair that had just grown out was fluffy and lined His chiseled face was clean and somewhat milky.

I don't know if it's the hairstyle, or Zhou Boshan added a boyfriend filter, anyway, looking at Cheng Jin now, he feels that he is very good-looking and pleasing to the eye.

Zhou Baoshan raised her hand to touch his hair, but she didn't expect that he suddenly leaned forward and her hand fell on his neck.

When Zhou Baoshan's cold hand touched the skin on Cheng Jin's neck, he obviously shrank.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Jin asked.

Zhou Baoshan yawned lazily, pinched his protruding cervical vertebra quickly, and then pulled a chair and sat on his left.

Although Cheng Jin said he didn't resist these physical contacts, he didn't show how much he liked them.

Zhou Baoshan wants to seriously discuss this issue with him today, after all, this matter will involve his future sexual happiness.

This is serious business.

He lay beside Cheng Jin's arm, raised his head and stared at Cheng Jin intently for a while.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Jin raised his eyebrows, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Let me ask you a question." Zhou Baoshan took a breath, then approached Cheng Jin and asked, "Do you not like me like this?"

Cheng Jin looked at his face, which was magnified ten times, and shook his head.

"What about this?" Zhou Baoshan touched his hand.

Cheng Jin shook his head again.

"What about this?" Zhou Baoshan raised his hand, glanced at his pants, then hesitated to put his hand on it, but finally put it on his thigh.

"I'll tell you what I like." Cheng Jin took off the school uniform jacket on his body, and waved it neatly. The school uniform jacket was blown up by the wind, and then it fell on the top of the two of them, covering them in the same small in space.

Zhou Baoshan's Adam's apple rolled down, and she saw the light coming in from the school uniform jacket, and the clear tenderness in Cheng Jin's eyes.

Heart, thump, thump, thump... misses a beat.

Then Cheng Jin suddenly leaned over and kissed him.

The noisy voices in their ears seemed to be isolated, and the two hid in their school uniforms and kissed for a long time.

A full 2 ​​minutes, as if a lifetime.

It was a very light temptation at first, but Zhou Baoshan then blinked his eyes casually, meaning, "May I stick out my tongue?"

Cheng Jin blinked his eyes to express his agreement, and then directly hooked the tip of his soft tongue in. As if he couldn't get enough, he closed his eyes and explored between his lips and teeth.

Youthful breath, beautiful and lingering.

This was their second kiss, and Cheng Jin was active and forceful.

As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the two hurriedly distanced themselves from each other, doing what they should do, Cheng Jin also took out the papers again and began to devote himself to studying.

That afternoon, Zhou Baoshan touched his lips several times, and every time he raised an unconscious smile, which he didn't notice at all.

"Boss Shan ate shit behind our backs last night? Why don't we just let it sit here and think about it?" Xingbei approached with a smile on his face.

Zhou Boshan slapped him on the face and pushed him far away.

Cheng Jin narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Baoshan with a smile.

Xingbei wrinkled his nose and leaned closer, like a dog, sniffed deeply between the two of them and said, "Why do I think this smell is not right?"

"What did you smell?" Cheng Jin frowned and lifted the hem of his clothes casually to smell it, "I didn't play today, it doesn't seem to have any smell."

His movements were quite casual, but he attracted the attention of the girls in the front row, and their breathing could be heard a few rows away.

Xingbei touched his chin, and the old god said, "Why do I smell the sour smell of love?"

"Sour, uncle." Zhou Boshan patted his forehead, "How many points can I get in this monthly test?"

"Oh, Master Kun talked to me twice, and said that it is really impossible to follow the path of art like you." Xing Bei tugged at the corner of Zhou Baoshan's clothes, "Master, please teach me how to draw."

"Drawing? Do you still need to learn? Why don't you just draw blindly. As soon as the title is posted, I don't even bother to read it. I just go to Napoleon." Zhou Boshan shrugged.

"Niu Pi." Xing Bei was overwhelmed with admiration, "It's a pity that not everyone is as talented as you."

When he said the last sentence, Xingbei's voice dropped, and he looked away, feeling a little helpless.

"It's okay." Zhou Boshan nodded, pretending to be relaxed.

He seems to be like this all the time, no matter what he does, he exerts great energy, including painting, and he has been studying for more than ten years.Needless to say, the hardships involved.But whenever someone asked, Zhou Boshan would just say lightly, "It's natural, you can't envy it."

"I'm not going to go with you after studying late today, I want to go home early." Xingbei said suddenly.

"Okay, I got it." Cheng Jin nodded, as if he suddenly remembered something, "Hey, didn't you say at the beginning that you were going to escape from the evening self-study?"

"Just kidding, my dad knew he had to break my leg." Xing Bei waved his hand, so Cheng Jin didn't care.

When it was time for self-study last night, the seat in Xingbei was empty.

Yu Zhao, who pretended to pass by the door of the class every day, asked the classmate by the window, "Hey, didn't Xingbei from your class come to study at night today?"

"correct."

"Oh, is he sick?"

The next day, Xingbei found that there was a lot of medicine in his drawer for no reason, and a pink sticky note was pasted on the packaging bag - "Take medicine on time and drink plenty of water. It's from Yu Zhao who wants to have sex with you."

Yu Zhao, who has always only played straight balls, now just missed forcing him against the wall for a kiss.

Xing Bei, who was not sick but received a lot of medicine, felt a little moved.

This guy actually cared about him a lot.

Xing Bei leaned on the table with his chin propped up, listening to the math teacher's class was like a bible, he wanted to sleep as soon as the teacher spoke, his head almost fell on the table when he tilted his head, Xing Bei felt a little pain in his elbow.

He looked down and was bleeding.

I don't know when the cut was made, and I didn't pay attention to where I touched it yesterday.

Xingbei asked Mr. Ji for a piece of paper, pressed it twice, and stopped the bleeding.

Zhou Baoshan raised his head casually, just in time to see this scene.

"Why did you go last night?" He asked in a deep voice.

"Why didn't I go, why can I go." Xingbei said, "I just skipped class and went online."

"Then where did the injury on your hand come from?" Zhou Baoshan asked.

"I don't know." Xingbei shook his head, as if resisting to answer.

For several days in a row, Xing Bei either had a bruise on his arm or a cut on his hand. Zhou Baoshan and Cheng Jin both noticed it, but he didn't say anything every time they asked him.

Once, during class, Xingbei fell asleep, and the English teacher came down from the podium to inspect and patted him awake.

Xing Bei woke up with a dazed face, his eyes were red, and he took the English book and stood at the back of the classroom on his own initiative.

Anyway, the last one is not far from him at all, just a few steps away.

He lowered his head, covered his face with the book, and said to Zhou Boshan in a low voice: "When I was pinching the steel purlins yesterday, the crane above my head suddenly lost control and almost hit me on the head. I was scared out of my wits." I just had a dream, and I dreamed that the crane hit me directly on the head, smashing my forehead to pieces. My first reaction was, what should my dad do in the future. "

"My mother's cremation certificate was issued with borrowed money. That night I saw him squatting in the yard, staring blankly for a long time, and then punched myself twice."

Zhou Boshan didn't need to look back to know that Xingbei's eyes, which were hiding behind the English books, must be red now.

"Sometimes I feel that I am really useless. If I can study well like Cheng Jin, or draw like you, I can go to a good university and make my dad proud." Xing Bei raised his hand and wiped She shed tears, "Unfortunately, I can't do anything well."

Zhou Baoshan didn't look back, and pushed a pack of tissues to the edge of the table, Xing Bei picked it up, took out two and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"We'll accompany you to the infirmary later." Zhou Baoshan said, "You're a genius for having so many injuries in just a few days."

Xingbei nodded and coughed, "Thank you."