Don't run after school

The boy's tough waist, curves like a fully drawn bow, his young body is full of sunshine, and his tense muscles are gathering strength to explode.

Before Zhou Baoshan got close, he felt the light and heat emanating from his body, as well as the vigorous vitality that made people want to get close.

Let Zhou Baoshan think of the vast wilderness and undulating mountain tops in the Earth Pulse documentary.

He never knew those things could be so beautiful, so beautiful that his mouth was dry and his eyes were red.

It turns out that this is fucking art, this is fucking beauty and power!

What a fucking fuck.

The nude body of the young man in front of him, and his dry throat and desire that cannot be described in words, are the beauty that no number of plaster statues of David can paint.

Zhou Baoshan's eyes were shining, looking straight at Cheng Jin in front of him, she couldn't help sighing in her heart, youth is so beautiful.

The golden hair glowing in the sun is so beautiful, the fresh and elastic skin is so beautiful, and the smell of hormones bursting is so beautiful.

Cheng Jin kicked his pants aside, stood in front of him, and watched him lower his head and quickly scribble and draw on the paper, using a lot of yellow and red to lay out and shape, and then outline.

Tear his soul and desires apart and display them on paper, in one go, extremely smooth.

In the end, when Zhou Baoshan touched Cheng Jin's pupils with red paint tremblingly, the paintbrush in his hand fell to the floor with a clatter.

He heard his shortness of breath, so he raised his head and looked at Cheng Jin with fiery eyes.

The air was full of the smell of chemical paint, Zhou Baoshan's hands had been stained colorfully, his slender fingers trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and he said, "Cheng Jin, I love you."

At this time, both of them felt that if they didn't do something, they would be sorry for the current situation.

The evening light fell on the chiseled faces of the two teenagers, and the dry sunlight made them restless. Zhou Baoshan's heart kept beating wildly, as if he had just finished a five-kilometer run.

He hugged Cheng Jin and said yes, bit, and then Zhou Baoshan was out of breath, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't help sighing, the so-called soul and body merged into one, is actually nothing more than that.

Even though they didn't make it in the end.

At the last moment, Cheng Jin frowned and said in a low voice, "I can help you get it out with your hands."

Zhou Baoshan suddenly felt dull.

He read a sentence on the Internet before, he is someone I am not willing to use my strength on the bed.

At first, Zhou Boshan didn't think it was a big deal, but now he thinks it's true, he can't bear to see his brother Cheng Jin suffer a little bit of grievance.

So he immediately lay down and lay beside the easel with his arms pillowed on his pillow, Chu Chengjin twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Okay."

When Cheng Jin bent down, he blocked a small piece of sunlight above his head, and he saw Cheng Jin's side face becoming hazy in the flickering light and darkness.

Then the two put on their clothes and went to wash their hands.

The idea of ​​washing hands was proposed by Zhou Boshan.

"Don't you think it's sacred and ceremonial?" Zhou Boshan put on Cheng Jin's coat and T-shirt, and Cheng Jin was wearing his.

"I think not washing your hands is more ritualistic."

"Then you mean to keep my taste in your hands, right?" Zhou Boshan said, "Actually, you don't have to bother me so much, dear, you can help me every day..."

"Get out of here." Cheng Jin shook his hands twice, "I didn't expect to be quite tired."

"It's a technical job." Zhou Boshan said, "You're not tired of helping yourself, but you are tired of helping me, right?"

After finishing speaking, he still lowered his head. After thinking for three seconds, he suddenly raised his head again, as if he knew something terrible, "I know why I'm even more tired!!"

Cheng Jin glanced at him, "Shut up."

Zhou Baoshan still didn't want to shut up, "Mine must be better than yours...so the force-bearing area...and the coefficient of friction..."

"Hehe." Cheng Jin said blankly, "Shit."

After the two washed their hands sacredly, Cheng Jin wanted to leave, but was held back by Zhou Baoshan.

"Hey, I have something to say." Zhou Baoshan paused and said, "I hope you can practice more in the future, this, technique."

"Fuck me? You still dislike my bad technique?" Cheng Jin was not happy at the time, "Then who was yelling in my arms just now? Who is it? Huh?"

Cheng Jin held a non-existent "microphone" in his hand, as if interviewing the client.

"I did it to cooperate with you." The person involved, Zhou Boshan, was quite calm at the moment.

"Hey, let's not talk about this, what do you want to eat tomorrow? I'll bring you breakfast." Cheng Jin said.

"I want to eat eggs, so I need to eat whatever I can to make up for it," Zhou Boshan said.

"Okay, I'll ask my mother to boil some eggs and take them with me." Cheng Jin nodded.

"No, the eggs are too small, only the goose eggs can be filled." Zhou Baoshan said seriously.

"Why don't you have ostrich eggs? After you finish mending, those two balls of yours are too big to fit in your trouser pocket." Cheng Jin patted him on the shoulder.

Zhou Baoshan took two steps sideways in an exaggerated manner, and said, "Then I will walk like this from now on."

Cheng Jin couldn't hold back his joy, and said, "You are really a genius."

"I think so too." Zhou Baoshan smiled.

At that time, he didn't think of taking away the figure he painted. When he went to the studio the next day, everyone stood around his easel.

Even the teacher was watching with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of astonishment, as if he had seen a miracle.

Zhou Boshan took three steps, two steps and one step, hurried over, then took out the painting, put it in his bag, "Excuse me, please let me go."

The studio teacher looked at him kindly with a smile on his face, "Your painting is really good, I know you are capable."

Zhou Baoshan smiled politely, "Really, that's not what you said yesterday."

Despite what he said, he was still very happy in his heart.

After all, what the teacher said was for his own good, and it felt good to be affirmed.

The time for Zhou Boshan's training camp is getting closer and closer, and the number of times he comes to class is getting less and less.

Cheng Jin is already used to the days when he can see Zhou Baoshan when he turns his head. The seats in the back are empty, and he feels the air behind him is cold.

"Hey, what, Mr. Shan still won't come to class this afternoon?" Xing Bei held the test paper that was just handed out. The total score of the math paper was [-], and he didn't even get a fraction of it.

Cheng Jin held Zhou Baoshan's paper, this time he was much better than last time, his math score hit a record high, and he even got more than 70 in the exam.

Cheng Jin was so immersed in joy that he didn't have time to talk to Xing Bei at all, so he sent him a message saying, "Zhou Goushan, you scored more than 70 points in the math test."

Zhou Boshan said very honestly: "There are [-] multiple-choice questions that are all foolish."

"Then it's a skill for you to be right. Like Xingbei, he can't even get it right." Cheng Jin said.

"without me……"

"Don't explain, you are amazing."

"Okay then, I accept your flattery, student Cheng Jin, you are like a dog licking now."

"Half of the credit is due to me. The hard work of tutoring has yielded good results. Let's treat ourselves on the weekend and eat crayfish." When Cheng Jin mentioned food, he was so greedy that he felt like his saliva was dripping on his homework. He reached out and wiped it, but it was fine.

"Okay."

Xing Bei knocked on Cheng Jin's desk, "Did you listen to me?"

"No, what are you talking about?" Cheng Jin raised his head and asked him.

"I said, come with me after school, today is Friday." Xingbei said.

"What happened to Friday?"

"Those bastards from the vocational high school come out to ask for money every weekend, I'm afraid I'll be intercepted again." Xingbei scratched his forehead.

"Have they always been so rampant?" Cheng Jin remembered that his arm was almost broken in the last fight, and he was always looking for an opportunity to take revenge, but he was worried that he didn't know when to strike.

"Basically, their gang has been asking for money since I was a freshman in high school." Xingbei said, "Their school is not strictly controlled, and they basically turn a blind eye."

"Didn't call the police?"

"Called the police. After two days in the juvenile prison, I came out again. After I came out, it got worse." Xingbei replied.

"These bastards." When Cheng Jin passed by before, he seemed to have seen a few gangsters from vocational high schools begging for money from honest students.

If you don't have money, you go straight up and beat and kick. Most people are afraid of being beaten and shamed, so they just pay and leave.

At that time, Cheng Jin didn't want to cause trouble, so he didn't care.

Thinking of this group of people bullying his buddy Xingbei, he became angry.

"Isn't the last section a physical education class, let's do it." Cheng Jin asked Xing Bei to come closer and told him a bad idea, "You go to the outer wall first, wait for the people from the vocational high school to show up, and then I will take our whole class Let the boys go together."

"If Lord Kun finds out...wouldn't it implicate you?"

"The law does not blame the public, let alone so many people." Cheng Jin snapped his fingers, "That's the deal."

While talking, Zhou Boshan sent him another message, still a voice message.

Cheng Jin plugged in the earphones and listened.

"56 nationalities, 56 flowers, 56 brothers and sisters are one family, 56 languages ​​merged into one sentence, I want to poke your chrysanthemum, poke your chrysanthemum, poke your chrysanthemum."

Cheng Jin directly blocked him.