Tachycardia

Wen Jinran held mango yoghurt in his hand, bowing his head to be scolded.

"Are you from this class? Why don't I know you?" The physical education teacher was shocked, looked him up and down three times, with question marks all over his head, "You didn't tell me, you are late and wearing slippers What's the situation?"

Wen Jinran was silent.

Not long ago, the girl who was clamoring to give her shoes to Wen Jinran raised her hand, her voice was less than half of what she had just said: "Teacher, he is a transfer student...Maybe he is not familiar with our class..."

Teacher Li interrupted her with a wave of his hand, staring straight at Wen Jinran: "Are you a man or a woman?"

Wen Jinran had another sign of blushing: "...I'm a boy."

"Male?" Teacher Li rubbed his face and sighed, "Didn't your homeroom teacher tell you to cut your hair? Don't you know that boys in high school are not allowed to keep their hair? You're out of society if you keep it so long."

He shook his head frankly: "No."

The students behind burst into laughter.

Only Jin Wendong frowned.

He remembered that the female classmate said that Wen Jinran came wearing slippers, and he saw Teacher Li pointing to the side of the team, which was about two meters away from him, "You should know that we have physical education class this afternoon, right?"

Wen Jinran nodded.

"Since you know about sports, being late can be regarded as a newcomer and you are not familiar with the campus. If you come here wearing slippers, it is a bit disrespectful to the teacher. Do you have any objection to punishing you to stand for a while?"

Wen Jinran hesitated, put his hands behind his back, and walked silently.

It was noon, the sun was very hot, and a group of people were standing. Teacher Li didn't think he was embarrassing him, but just got him out of the group.

Jin Wendong involuntarily glanced at him quietly, from his sharp chin on the side, to the yoghurt he was holding in his hand behind his back, his straight and slender legs... and his toes that were exposed in the air.

The slippers blocked his insteps, but he didn't need to look to know that the skin inside was smooth and fair, like an egg with its shell removed.

His eyes couldn't help moving to that side, and for a moment he couldn't help himself so much that he almost couldn't control himself, staring straight at Wen Jinran, his eyes were burning hot, as if he was going to burn a hole in him.

Sensing his gaze, Wen Jinran quickly raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes seemed to contain Wang Chunshui, which was so wet that it was exciting.

Jin Wendong's heart was pounding, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, he gritted his teeth and turned around, but his breathing became more and more irregular.

Someone noticed his abnormality and asked, "Brother Dong, are you okay?"

In fact, Jin Wendong disliked this title the most, and usually he would not respond to people calling him that, but this time, he stood quietly without raising his eyelids, reciting Chinese texts silently in his heart.

Silla embroidery is wrapped around, feet are like spring flowers; others don't say good things, but I alone know... (1)

Fuck, do it all over again.

Square-inch skin and round skin cause...

Bailuo embroidery red tori... (2)

hiss--

Jin Wendong never knew that he had such a great attainment in Chinese. This kind of poems that he had read several times by accident rushed out. At this moment, his mind was full of Wen Jinran's feet, and he wished he could stand up and pinch them hard. .

Jin Wendong, the school girl who attracts attention no matter where he is, has a secret that has never been revealed so far.

He is a deep foot control, and now because of this new transfer student, his sexuality is also suspected to be bent.

The scorching sun was in the sky and the ground was hot under our feet. As soon as the physical education teacher blew his whistle, he asked the students to disperse and prepare for activities.

Jin Wendong moved to his left hand, which was only tens of centimeters away from Wen Jinran.

Wen Jinran shook suddenly.

He was startled, and without thinking about reaching out to support him, the smooth skin almost melted on his fingertips, as if there was still a little wet sweat.

I wanted to break up with one touch, but Wen Jinran froze after swaying away, turned her head to look back at him, her expression was blurred, there were abnormal blushes on both sides of her cheeks, but her lips were terribly pale, "Thank you..."

Then fell into his arms.

In the infirmary, the male school doctor in a white coat took back his stethoscope and said calmly, "It's just a little bit of heatstroke, nothing serious, why are you here, where's your teacher?"

Jin Wendong's three souls came out of his seven orifices, and he rushed over all the way, his face was covered with hot sweat, but he was good-looking, and he didn't look embarrassed, on the contrary, he was a little unruly, with a little more charm of a sporty youth, "The teacher is still in class."

The school doctor looked at his watch, "I have something to take care of later, so I'll give it to you first, and don't forget to hand it to the teacher. It's a proof form for this student's physical condition. He has a little hypotension and is still very Severe allergies, morning exercises and physical education classes are generally not allowed to participate, please pay attention to your teachers, it is a fluke that nothing happened this time, next time it is more serious, you may have to go to the hospital."

Jin Wendong was slightly startled: "Okay."

The infirmary is relatively remote and quiet. There are not many people around, so it is very suitable for rest. The school doctor packed up and left. Before leaving, Jin Wendong asked Jin Wendong not to forget to lock the door.

There was complete silence for a moment, only the two people lying on the bed and sitting by the bed were left.

Jin Wendong stared straight at Wen Jinran, from his pale pink lips that had begun to bleed back to his reddened neck, the mango yogurt he was clutching tightly in his hand had already been placed on the table, and he didn't know what it was good for. Drink, let him hold it like a baby.

His feet lay quietly on the bed, slippers still on.

Square-inch skin and round skin cause...

Jin Wendong's gaze fixed on his slender ankle, and the sound of him swallowing saliva could be heard clearly in the infirmary.

These feet belong to the normal size of a boy, but because his body is too thin, they look thin and slender, with clear veins. In addition, he is white, and his feet hidden in shoes and socks all the year round are even more so. The toes are white and transparent.

The sheets in the infirmary were white, his slippers rubbed against them, and a cloud of dust came out, Jin Wendong's heart trembled, almost fascinated, he stretched out his hand like sleepwalking, trying to take them off for him.

The skin that touches is slightly cool, smooth as fat.

Jin Wendong's heart beat like a drum, and he withdrew his hand like an electric shock, feeling that his behavior was inappropriate.

Although Wen Jinran is a boy like him, but he has some other unclear thoughts in his heart, and he touches it rashly. To put it bluntly, it is the same nature as a boy touching a girl's feet. It is not only impolite, but also a hooligan.

Jin Wendong wanted to applaud himself, there was a rare time in his life when he didn't want to be a hooligan, it was really touching.

He settled down completely, took out his mobile phone and played with his head down, flipping left and right has no software, mobile games are not allowed in school, and cannot be easily interrupted after a game, and it is a waste of time, there are a few matching games, which are too much for him Too mentally handicapped, it's best to open WeChat and see a few unread messages.

【Dongdong, when your dad comes home tonight, auntie thinks it would be better to eat some bitter gourd this season, can you buy some after school? 】

The note is Aunt Song.

[What does he have to do with me when he comes home?Why are you so mean?Do you rush to post every time? 】

Jin Wendong typed like flying, but stopped when he was about to send, and deleted all of them after a while, and turned off the phone screen violently.

He was so angry that he wanted to smash the phone, and finally he cursed: "Fuck."

The sound of "fuck" was like a thunder that exploded on the ground in the quiet infirmary.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he looked deeply at the irritable Jin Wendong, and before long, he said tremblingly, "This is... where?"