Don't run after school

The scores of Rongcheng's art examination are all checked by three experts at the same time, and then the average score is given to get the final score.

Doing so can not only avoid favoritism and fraud, but also be relatively objective and fair. After all, each marking teacher has different aesthetics and there is no absolute standard.

Therefore, the test paper with full marks is not issued once in many years.

As soon as the results were announced, Zhou Boshan's phone rang.

Several well-known art academies in China took the initiative to offer him an olive branch, with the condition of lowering the score line and a year-round scholarship.

Later, he stopped answering the phone altogether, turned on the airplane mode, and threw it in his pocket.

The two of them were sitting on the sofa in the living room downstairs reading a book, and Cheng Jin was pillowed on Zhou Boshan's lap at first.

Later, she turned over and sat in his arms.

Zhou Baoshan's long legs were drooping, and she raised her hands to help him comb his hair.

"Aren't you afraid of missing any important news?" Cheng Jin asked him.

"The person who can send me important news is right in front of me." Zhou Baoshan put her face on his neck and wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, "What are you afraid of?"

"What if someone from the school wants to find you."

"If you want to find me, I will definitely think that if one fails, you will call two more." Zhou Baoshan said naturally, closing her eyes, rubbing against his neck, and sniffing deeply on him. He smelled again, "Why does your body smell so good?"

"Playing ball every day, sweating, smelling like sweat, and fucking smoking, smells good?" Cheng Jin raised his arm and smelled the smell on his body, anyway, he couldn't smell anything.

"Are we both using the same kind of body wash? Why do you smell like this?" Zhou Boshan slowly stretched out her hands from behind his waist, wrapped them around his waist, and took them dishonestly from his sweater The hem sticks out.

"What's the smell?" Cheng Jin asked solemnly.

"Smell." Zhou Baoshan gave a smirk, then turned her face and kissed him on the neck.

Cheng Jin turned over, pressed him under the sofa, lowered his head and bit his ear, and said, "Are those little ones upstairs asleep?"

"I just saw that I fell asleep a long time ago." Saying that, Zhou Baoshan tugged down his trousers.

Cheng Jin's tight waist was exposed, and the little Cheng Jin couldn't stand the teasing, so he stood up vigorously and propped up an exaggerated tent.

Cheng Jin's Adam's apple twitched, "Forget it, I don't want to wash my underwear today."

"Do you know?" Zhou Boshan whispered in his ear, "When I was training there every day, I was still doing crunches, and I never stopped doing two hundred a day."

"is it?"

"You are the motivation for me to exercise." Zhou Baoshan pinched his waist, "I want to exercise on you."

Cheng Jin's figure is too good, so he felt that he had to maintain his figure, otherwise he would feel ashamed if he took off his clothes, which would be embarrassing.

He blew into his ears, and the warm air flowed down his neck. Cheng Jin really couldn't hold it back, and wanted to do the paper with him again.

"Your question is so sexy. I have many solutions, which one do you want?" Zhou Baoshan asked, raising his head and unzipping his sealed bag.

Cheng Jin was wearing a pair of sweatpants, and the sealed bag was quickly opened. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the test paper this time seemed to be bigger than the last time.

Zhou Boshan: "This is a fill-in-the-blank question. Gently pick and choose slowly."

"I see, this time the test is Chinese." Cheng Jin gritted his teeth, his head was covered with sweat, and he exhausted all his life's knowledge, but he had no experience, "I don't know how to do this question."

It was Zhou Baoshan who took the lead, "I read the answer to this question in advance, let me fill in my answer in your answer sheet."

"Ah, no need, I'm more used to doing it by myself. I can." Cheng Jin said bravely.

"It's okay, I'll be fast." Zhou Baoshan said, "I'm a three-second boy, so it's over."

Cheng Jin: "???"

Zhou Boshan said: "If it doesn't hurt, then you won't be able to get in."

Cheng Jin: "...you look like a scumbag now."

Zhou Baoshan saw that his nervousness didn't look like it was faking, not only that, but Cheng Jin also frowned, sweating profusely, his fingers pinched his palm tightly, his knuckles turned white with force.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Baoshan approached him tenderly, "If you don't want to do it, then let's not do it, baby."

Cheng Jin's fingers gradually relaxed, and he sighed helplessly, "Oh."

Zhou Boshan raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"In case, I'll never...do well..." Cheng Jin asked him, "Will you hate me for this? I know you will definitely say no, but... I always feel that... this aspect is not good. Harmony, there will be contradictions after a long time."

"No, I was just thinking about it." Zhou Boshan scratched his forehead seriously, "If it's really not possible, I'll just settle for the next best thing, and I can do it below."

After saying this, he was thrown into his arms.

Cheng Jin took off his tight-fitting sealed bag, like a wolf like a tiger, and said hoarsely: "Baby, poke it up."

Sichuan Opera doesn’t change faces so quickly!brother!

Zhou Baoshan: "???"

Why do I feel like I've been cheated?

This question was very difficult at the beginning, but then it became much smoother.

Although Cheng Jin was inexperienced in solving the problems, he had a good understanding.

Zhou Baoshan's tolerance and comfort made him feel relieved, and the two intertwined their fingers, which made him feel a sense of reality.

But throughout the whole process, Zhou Baoshan maintained the attitude of a chaste martyr, pursing his lips and gritting his teeth without making a sound.

Although apprehensive, Cheng Jin still finished filling out the test paper.

The last question is, "The one who gradually hears the gurgling sound of water flowing between the two peaks is Ningquan."

At this time, Zhou Baoshan couldn't help humming, his voice was deep and magnetic, and he seemed to enjoy it a little bit.

Cheng Jin hugged him tightly, the sweat of the two of them stuck together, hot and sticky, Zhou Baoshan's black hair was curled up, completely wet.

He was lying on the sofa, squinting his eyes, and looked at Cheng Jin with wet eyes, wild and sexy.

"Let's take a shower together." Cheng Jin stood up from him.

He was about to leave when Zhou Baoshan grabbed him, "Kiss me first."

Cheng Jin turned around and kissed his forehead, lips, earlobe, and neck tenderly.

Zhou Baoshan held his face, kissed him deeply, and said, "After charging, let's take a bath."

The two of them lay on the bed after taking a shower, Cheng Jin hugged him and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"

"It's hard to describe the front, but..."

"But what?" Cheng Jin asked, with a strong desire to know the answer written in his eyes.

"It's... great...." After speaking, Zhou Baoshan turned her face away, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Don't comfort me, really." Cheng Jin touched his waist and said.

"No." Zhou Baoshan stretched his arms, lowered his head and scratched the tablet and said, "It's not deceitful, I see you blushing, panting on my body, dying, I will ...a very fulfilling feeling."

Cheng Jin clasped his waist, "Then do you like it?"

Zhou Baoshan nodded, which was affirmative.

"Then you should give some feedback next time anyway. Why do you feel like a yellow-flowered girl was ruined by the little Japanese devils? She was so wronged that she twitched in the end." Cheng Jin said.

"I'm a big man, how do you want me to call you?" Zhou Boshan said, "Call me one."

Cheng Jin thought for a while, and couldn't help but laugh, "Fuck."

Zhou Baoshan pinched his throat, and imitated howling a few times in a very artificial manner.

In the end, both of them laughed together, pounding the ground with joy.

He touched Zhou Baoshan's thigh and felt that the relationship between the two of them seemed to be more intimate because of it. That night, he didn't dream or wake up, and slept until dawn.

When the two went back to school to continue their classes, they unexpectedly became the focus again.

During morning self-study, Zhou Baoshan hadn't warmed up the bench in the class, so she was told by the monitor to go to Lord Kun's office later.

Zhou Baoshan nodded, and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone under the table. As soon as he turned on the Internet, the news came out like an earthquake.

He directly filtered out the news of people he didn't know at all, and swiped back and forth, only to find that he really answered his words, except for Cheng Jin, there was no important news at all.

Just as he was about to close his phone, someone sent him a new message.

Gu Yu: "Congratulations, it seems that the TV station has reported this incident.【/cute】"

Gu Yu: "Which school are you going to choose? My circle of friends shared a guide for art students, you can take a look."

Zhou Baoshan didn't intend to get back to her, but casually clicked into her circle of friends.

The first one is the application guide, and the next one is the photo of her having dinner with her family.

Gu Yu's family seems to be very happy, and the text of the Moments is - "I did well in the exam, the boss took me out for a spicy meal."

Zhou Baoshan didn't click on it, just glanced at it, and when he was about to quit, he suddenly felt that the person standing next to Gu Yu in the photo looked familiar.

He clicked on the big picture, zoomed in, his fingers froze for a moment, his heart stopped suddenly, and he felt as if he was being squeezed hard, and the pain started uncontrollably.

His breathing was not smooth for a moment, and he withdrew from Gu Yu's circle of friends.

The young and beautiful lady standing next to Gu Yu in the picture is none other than his mother whom he has never seen since he was four years old.

The woman who scolded him and her father as trash, smashed all the drawing boards in the house, said that those who learned to draw would never have a way out, and abandoned him with her bag as if fleeing.

The woman who woke up in his sleep, wearing slippers, tugging at the corners of her clothes, begging her with tears in her eyes: "Mom, don't go." But she still slapped him cruelly and pushed him away.

Now, she seems to have got everything she wanted.

For a moment, he felt like a joke.