reverse capture

Turning around, she saw Wen Zhuo standing there holding a white shirt.

"The squad leader asked me to give it to you."

"Ah! Thank you! I didn't expect to spray a Coke on my body! Is this the monitor's? The monitor's figure is a bit burly..." Wei Ling sat on the corner of the table, with his long legs swinging slightly Down.

"mine."

"No wonder! Your figure is similar to mine!"

Wei Ling hooked his fingers towards Wen Zhuo, but the other party didn't go over, and threw the shirt directly in his face.

"Wen Xiaojiu, I'll wash it off with disinfectant and return it to you!"

Wen Zhuo turned around directly, and was about to throw his back at him again.

Why use sanitizer?You are not a germ, and you have never been dirty.

"Wen Xiaojiu! Come here."

Wen Zhuo ignored him, and was about to open the locker room door.

"I really have something to do..." Wei Ling sighed helplessly.

The noisy sound outside made Wei Ling's sigh very long.

Wen Zhuo stopped and turned around. Wei Ling was still sitting on the table. The dim light in the dressing room made him look even more childish.

You always joked that Wen Zhuo's long legs didn't make a print advertisement, it's a waste of money.

But do you know that your legs are long and powerful.

When he was jumping to block shots on the basketball court, he was tense, but at this moment he was hanging quietly and obediently by the table.

——It makes me want to bully you.

"What's the matter?" Wen Zhuo asked.

"Come here! I won't eat you!" Wei Ling said dissatisfied.

How can you be sure that if I go a little further, I won't eat you?

"Let me tell you, isn't there a staring competition? Didn't you get selected by our class? As far as I know, Huang Chenguang was sent to the mechanical engineering side! It's the big black guy! Arms are as thick as my neck That, do you remember?"

Wei Ling got very close, so close that he could clearly see his eyelashes trembling slightly with the sound and the light in his eyes.

Wen Zhuo's arms were hanging by his side, looking at him indifferently.

I don't remember the big black guy, and he's not you, why should I?

"Well, whether you remember it or not, after the host announces the rules, you immediately—"

Wei Ling suddenly leaned forward. He was already taller than Wen Zhuo sitting on the table, and his posture seemed to be kissing him.

Wen Zhuo stretched there, his breath stretched infinitely, his heart suddenly lifted, he raised his hand, wanting to drag this guy off the table.

However, only one breath was blown on Wen Zhuo's face, lifting the hair on his forehead.

Wei Ling sat back again, and said with a smile, "As expected of Wen Zhuo! You didn't even blink! Our class glory will be handed over to you. Remember, Huang Chenguang was given away just like that. According to my investigation , After that, there will be no opponents. You see how good you are, I blow you so close, and you don't even blink."

"Do you want to win that much?" Wen Zhuo asked after a few seconds.

Obviously has a smart head, but likes all childish games.

"Think about it—reward a camping tent. We can carry the tent and go camping. The quality given by the school is quite good, the thicker version is windproof and rainproof...and then fishing and barbecue."

What made you feel like you could go camping with me in safety?

Wei Ling undid the two buttons of the shirt that was splashed with Coke, and took it off from the top of his head to save trouble.

Who knew it was stuck in the ear.

He pulled it for a long time but didn't pull it off.

Wen Zhuo just stood there, watching his shoulders and lower abdomen tense due to the force, and the lines were very tight.

"Wen Zhuo...Wen Zhuo, are you still there? Help me pull up the back!"

Wei Ling regretted why he hadn't honestly unbuttoned all the other buttons, now it's all right, it won't go up or down!

He felt that Wen Zhuo approached him, and the other's hand hooked the place where the back of his head was stuck, and it was relaxed, and the shirt was completely taken off his head in one fell swoop.

He was really holding his breath until he almost died, his face was red.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Wen Zhuo's eyes.

The girls next door continued their jokes again.

"Hahaha, if Brother Ling is paired with Wenzhuo, then we will die without regret!"

"But Wen Zhuo is so cold, he really deserves Brother Ling, Brother Ling is so pitiful, let us love him!"

"Actually, it's not true. I think Wenzhuo is very good to Brother Ling. Once in the library, Brother Ling was sleeping and his clothes fell on the floor. I saw Wenzhuo pick it up and put it on Brother Ling again! "

"Really or not? If others think it's nothing, Wenzhuo covering Brother Ling with clothes, it's like a cycad tree blooming, winter crashing into spring!"

"What kind of messed-up metaphor are you talking about!"

Wei Ling listened to the girls discussing excitedly, and looked at Wen Zhuo on the opposite side with great interest: "Hey, you met me, the iron tree is blooming, and winter has crashed into spring! Do you want to like me? Follow their wishes?"

I don't want to follow anyone's wish, I just want to follow my own wish!

Don't come near me casually!

Stop making those foolish jokes!

Don't be self-righteous and think that I am willing to be your roommate!

Wei Ling was about to take off the shirt from his wrist, but Wen Zhuo, who was opposite him, suddenly grabbed the shirt and pulled it up, and Wei Ling's hand was also pulled up.

"Okay." Wen Zhuo raised his chin.

Wei Ling was dragged off the table by Wen Zhuo, and staggered forward and fell into the opponent's arms.

He took a step back, and as soon as he stood still, he met Wen Zhuo's dark eyes.

"Okay...what's the matter?" Wei Ling was stunned, looked at the other party, and wanted to put his hand down, but Wen Zhuo kept pressing back.

Wei Ling could only twist his wrist to get his hands out of his shirt, while backing away.

Unexpectedly, he took three steps back and landed on the wall of the locker room.

The shirt was grabbed by Wen Zhuo, Wei Ling's wrist was a little numb, but he still couldn't break free.

He was forced to straighten up, and the lines from neck to waist became tense.

"like you."

Wen Zhuo's voice was very soft, but it sounded like a heavy blow to Wei Ling's ears.

He looked at each other in surprise and forgot everything for a moment.

At this time, a boy's voice came from the corridor outside the door.

"Is there something wrong with the button of this Chinese tunic suit? I can't button it no matter what!"

"It's you who got fat! Your neck has gotten thicker!"

That is the classmate who performed cross talk.

They knocked on the door: "Is there any brother in there? We're coming in, be careful not to leave!"

Just as Wei Ling was about to say something, Wen Zhuo covered his mouth with his hand, pulled his shirt to the side, and Wei Ling was dragged to the side of the item box by the other party.

It happened to be a blind spot there, and there were two or three item boxes piled up like a hill, just blocking the lights of the dressing room.

Wei Ling was sitting on the ground, and when Wen Zhuo suddenly pulled and threw him, his tailbone hurt.

In such a small space, Wen Zhuo was beside him, holding him with one arm, pressing him into his arms, and covering Wei Ling's mouth with the other hand, Wei Ling suddenly didn't know what Wen Zhuo wanted to do .

Thinking of the phrase "I like you" just now, my heart beat wildly.

He raised his hand, pressed Wenzhuo down and covered his hand.

Wen Zhuo just lowered his eyes to look at him, not letting go at all.

The two brothers are still working on their tunic suits.

"I told you a long time ago, don't wear a Chinese tunic suit! Your belly is so big, it's like a pregnant penguin!"

"This is the atmosphere for talking about cross talk!"

Wei Ling was about to be suffocated, and the more he tried to break Wen Zhuo's hand, the harder the other party covered him. Wei Ling had no choice but to squeeze Wen Zhuo's fingers.

This time, Wei Ling could clearly feel Wen Zhuo tremble.

He finally let go of his hand, and fresh air rushed in. Before Wei Ling could finish this breath, Wen Zhuo suddenly pressed him over.

His lips are hot.

The heart seemed to be grabbed by something, the blood stagnated, and the brain buzzed and couldn't think at all.

Wherever Wen Zhuo went, there was a real sense of strength, and Wei Ling's wrist was twisted by the shirt again, without even a point of strength.

He didn't even dare to let out a sound, and when his toes accidentally touched the prop box, he was frightened for fear of letting out something and attracting the two classmates who were talking about cross talk.

He raised his head, never in his life thought that Wen Zhuo would be so presumptuous and reckless.

Wei Ling tried to turn his face away, and the other party followed closely, so strong that Wei Ling wanted to hide in the corner.

But the more he hid, the more powerful Wen Zhuo became. Wei Ling's arms were clasped above his head, and he looked at Wen Zhuo with wide eyes.

The other party actually said in his ear: "You can ask for help."

Wei Ling looked at him with "you are crazy".

Help?

"Wen Zhuo, you are sick! Let me get up!"

The host's voice was so loud that it could be heard backstage, overshadowing the voices of Wen Zhuo and Wei Ling, and the students in the locker room who were about to talk about cross talk didn't hear it.

"I'll count to three, if I don't ask for help——I'll be gentle with you."

Wei Ling looked at the other party, what the hell does it mean to be gentle if I don't ask for help?

Taking advantage of the little distance between the two of them, he kicked over, just as the host finished speaking and the audience was applauding, Wei Ling's movement shook the prop box!

"There seems to be a sound?"

"Did you hear me wrong?"

The two students outside looked at it, but they couldn't see the angle between the prop box and the wall.

Wei Ling's heart was beating like a drum, and he saw Wen Zhuo counting.

"one."

"two……"

"three."

Wei Ling was about to shout regardless of 21, but Wen Zhuo pressed against his lips suddenly, and all his voice was suppressed in his throat.

Wen Zhuo absolutely doesn't know how to write the word "gentle"!

Wei Ling was numb everywhere.

The people outside finally went out after putting on their tunic suits, and Wen Zhuo also let go of Wei Ling, waiting for Wei Ling to take a deep breath.

The upper lip was touched lightly.

Wei Ling trembled.

Then the lower lip was touched lightly again.

"like me?"

Wen Zhuo's hoarse voice rang in his ears.

Wei Ling's shoulders shrugged, his ears were hot, and his mind was buzzing.

"If you don't answer, just pretend you like it."

Wei Ling pushed Wen Zhuo, but Wen Zhuo just lifted his shirt up, and Wei Ling fell onto him due to inertia.

"Are you sick!"

"Are you angry because this is the locker room, or because you don't like me?"

Wen Zhuo looked at Wei Ling with different eyes than usual, no longer so cold and restrained, on the contrary... It was like being on fire, burning Wei Ling to the core.

The blood began to pour into his heart impatiently again.

"...you scare me."

Wei Ling wanted to get up, but was dragged back by the other party.

"So, it's not because this is a locker room, and it's not because you don't like me."

Wen Zhuo's voice was very low, even a little hoarse.

Wei Ling had a very dangerous premonition.

Once he gave Wen Zhuo an affirmative answer, he would be finished.

But if he gave a negative answer...it might end even worse.

The girls next door are already on stage, and rhythmic music is playing.

It's the song "Back Up".

"The way of partyboys, brothers stand behind you—"

There was thunderous applause, it is estimated that they danced very vigorously.

Wei Ling didn't respond, Wen Zhuo gripped the shirt tightly on Wei Ling's wrist.

"I...I should...should..."

The last two words were drowned in the loud sound effects on the stage.

Even Wei Ling himself didn't know what he said, but Wen Zhuo only looked at Wei Ling's mouth shape, and suddenly pulled him up.

After finally standing up, Wei Ling shook.

"The way of partyboys, brothers stand behind you—"

The moment the word "support" sounded, Wen Zhuo suddenly clasped Wei Ling's waist to support him.

It's like everything is off the rails, like a roller coaster going up into the sky.

Wei Ling's foot shook several times before stepping on the ground.

Wen Zhuo seemed to be locking him up, Wei Ling needed Wen Zhuo to let him out even if he took a breath.

Wen Zhuo touched the tip of his nose a hundred times more gently than before.

"Next time...don't do it again. You're a bad boy."

what?

What not to do?

The whole space was spinning at high speed, Wei Ling leaned back...

He was gliding at high speed on the ice, and suddenly fell backwards. Wen Zhuo in front of him stared coldly, and pulled Wei Ling violently, and the ice surface that had originally wrapped Wen Zhuo gradually recovered from its twisted state.

Wen Zhuo carried Wei Ling on the ice skating rink for more than a dozen laps, and finally slowed down.

Wen Zhuo lowered his head and slowly sat on the ice, while Wei Ling leaned in his arms and fell asleep completely.

This is the price Wei Ling pays for using his own abilities. After accelerating the collection and analysis of information, the brain will also become tired faster.

"Do you know what you did just now is very dangerous?"

Wen Zhuo supported the back of Wei Ling's head, and gently pressed him into his arms.

"How dare you come and trap me?"

Wei Ling let out a steady breathing sound, his hands were gently hanging on the side, and he was in a deep sleep.

"But I didn't teach you, you learned to entrap... Can I take it as your instinct to seduce me?"

A few seconds passed, and no one answered Wen Zhuo's question.

He picked up Wei Ling and slid to the sidelines.

This time, Wei Ling fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until he suddenly fell from a high place with a loud crash that he woke up suddenly.

He found himself lying on the ground with the corner of the quilt still on his body.

Hey... He seemed to be skating with Wen Zhuo before, why... why did he come back suddenly?

This is Wenzhuo's teaching and research dormitory!

Wei Ling got up and looked across, only to find that Wen Zhuo was not there.

He grabbed his smart watch and saw that the time was three in the morning.

He remembered that he and Wen Zhuo went to the skating rink at three o'clock in the afternoon, so twelve hours had passed in one fell swoop?

How long have you been sleeping?Simply unconscious!

But it's late at night, why doesn't Wen Xiaojiu sleep?Where did you go?

When Wei Ling came to the window sill, he saw Wen Zhuo sitting on a bench under the dim streetlight, as if smoking a cigarette, with a mobile phone in his other hand, talking on the phone.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that every time he was sleeping, Wen Zhuo would go out whenever he received any calls. He had never been woken up by Wen Zhuo's calls.

The warm light fell on Wen Zhuo's body, and the whole person became soft and warm.

Wen Xiaojiu is really... more and more attractive...

At that moment, the images in the locker room flooded into Wei Ling's mind.

Wen Zhuo's strength and power hit Wei Ling's nerves, and he staggered backwards.

what is that?

What did you think of just now?

At the junior year gala, Wei Ling lowered his head, he remembered... that day when he opened a Coke and stained his shirt, it was Wen Zhuo who took his own for him.

But in that dressing room, Wen Zhuo had been very quiet, waiting for Wei Ling to change his shirt before going out!

At all... none of the things I thought about just now happened at all!

Wen Zhuo... how could Wen Zhuo... be so tough and full of control.

Wei Ling was still standing on the window sill in a daze, but Wen Zhuo, who was sitting on the bench downstairs, suddenly raised his eyes.

When the two people's eyes collided, Wei Ling's heart sank, as if being pinched by Wen Zhuo, he almost ran away.

Wen Zhuo turned his face slightly, he just ended the phone call, took a puff of cigarette unhurriedly, and exhaled slowly, the smoke eased the sense of strength in his sight.

Wei Ling saw that his mouth shape seemed to say "come down".

Damn... the things he just thought about in his mind are too unbelievable!

Wei Ling felt that if he really stood in front of Wen Zhuo, his legs would tremble, right?

It feels like I've screwed up Wen Zhuo in my head... No... Obviously Wen Zhuo did it for him!

But shrinking and avoiding all the time, he may never know what happened to the other world he thought of in the skating rink.

All this, only Wenzhuo can give him the answer.

Wei Ling turned around and took a breath, put on his shoes indiscriminately, and walked downstairs with a feeling of death.

While walking down, Wei Ling inexplicably wanted to back down when thinking of the strong Wen Zhuo in the dressing room of the gala.

He thought of the "counseling" that Wen Zhuo said at the door yesterday morning.

He has never seen Wen Zhuo emotionally, but at this moment when he thinks of Wen Zhuo's persistence and his kiss without leaving any gaps, the world seems to be smashed to pieces. Is it the real Wen Zhuo, or is it just his own? imagine?

He walked downstairs and came to Wen Zhuo. His heart felt uneasy, as if his mother touched the back of the computer and found that he had been playing games for hours when there was no one at home... and even more nervous.

"You were very capable at the skating rink today."

Wenzhuo's cigarette had already been smoked, and he easily threw it into the trash can far away, with a hint of handsomeness in his calmness.

Wei Ling would not be so foolish as to think Wen Zhuo's "very capable" was a compliment.

"I... what did I do? I don't remember, hahaha..."

Fart, he remembered well.

But he wasn't sure whether Wen Zhuo knew what was going on in his mind at the time, if he didn't know, he could hide it, if he knew... he could pretend to be dead if he said he didn't remember.

It's so cowardly, it's so cowardly that it explodes.

However, he really didn't want to lose Wen Zhuo.

From childhood to adulthood, Wei Ling has many friends and brothers, some of them drift away, and some of them may meet again and chat happily.

But only Wenzhuo...they are a lifelong friendship.

Wei Ling knew that he could never see Xia Ning whom he had a crush on in this life, never look at Ono Zhenyang again in this life, and even never like anyone in this life, but he couldn't live without Wen Jue.

As long as he can see this person, Wei Ling will feel that he lives at ease.

But he was also afraid of the possessive and controlling Wen Jiu in his imagination.

"Are you a snail? How many floors are you here?" Wen Zhuo raised his chin.

This attitude made Wei Ling feel relieved.

"Oh, you are late at night, why are you making calls again? Is it Noah's big move?"

"No. You passed out after using your ability on the skating rink." Wen Zhuo said.

"Yeah! I don't know what happened, I remember... I remember that I was in a good state at the time, and everything seemed to be under my control..."

Wei Ling frowned, he really didn't know that he passed out.

"Including controlling me?"

Wen Zhuo's voice fell hard on Wei Ling's heart, leaving Wei Ling in a daze.

"I... control you..." Wei Ling felt that his ears were broken, and his teeth almost bit his tongue.

"The reason why you fainted wasn't that you simply used your own ability. Otherwise, when you got rid of Suyue and dealt with Yae Rena, you didn't faint." Wen Zhuo put one hand on his knee and approached Wei Ling, "But if you try to capture me, it will take a lot of energy."

It was a seemingly idle but extremely oppressive posture.

Wen Zhuo's gaze seemed to see through everything, no matter what Wei Ling tried to hide or what he couldn't hide.

"Sorry, I actually want to control..."

"Why do you say 'sorry'? If one day, you can really capture me, then I will die without regret."

Wen Zhuo stood up.

Wei Ling looked at him, his heart beating more and more violently.

Is it because all of that is his own imagination, and Wenzhuo doesn't know it, so he said that he hoped "you can really successfully capture me"?

With the strength of Wen Zhuo, if Wei Ling can even capture Wen Zhuo, does that mean that it is possible for him to capture Noah in Sean Kraven's body?

Or, does Wen Zhuo know Wei Ling's fantasy and wants it to come true?

Why would I think of that kind of thing!

Terrible!

But Wen Zhuo's words "die without regret" made Wei Ling's heart feel like there were tens of thousands of ants crawling densely, one after another, itching like crazy.

With a sound of "Boom," Wei Ling bumped into the electric pole.

Wen Zhuo in front turned around and looked at him with his pockets in his pocket. Against the streetlight, Wei Ling was not sure... Did Wen Zhuo smile?

The author has something to say: backing up means literally.

It's not about bracing your back, but really supporting your back.

Wei Ling's biggest problem now is that he doesn't know whether what he sees is his unilateral fantasy, or another parallel world that he and Wen Zhuo jointly constructed.

Wen Zhuo will continue to increase the weight, until Wei Ling feels, "How can I think wildly by myself, you have to come together"!

When Wei Ling learns proficiently, he will go to Wen Zhuo's mind to see Wen Zhuo's world by himself.It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, but you are startled when you see it, thinking that this or that is all right?No, it's too dangerous, Wen Xiaojiu needs to be educated!