Twelve Difficult Study Abroad Life

For someone like Li who knows him well, Twelve always thinks that the relationship between him and Zeming will be as thrilling and ups and downs as in the novel.But in fact, according to Li's description, after they added WeChat, they just chatted about homework and ordinary life. Li has lived here for a long time and has experience. If he can help Zeming, he will help him.But most of the time, learning always accounts for the vast majority of life.

Li looked at his phone, it was six in the afternoon.

"In time? Do you have class in the evening?" Li reminded.

Twelve was fascinated by what he was listening to, and casually waved his hand and said, "No more, just keep talking."

"..." Li's awe-inspiring righteousness came from nowhere at this time, "It's wrong to skip class, sister. Studying is our students..."

"Shut up, you don't listen to class yourself, it's no different from not listening." Twelve interrupted mercilessly.

Li Yizheng said: "Usually, I am very serious. For example, at the end of last year..."

The half month before the end of the term is always the most painful and difficult time.Even if Li has been in this country for five years, he still can't remain indifferent when the knife at the end of the term is on his neck.

"Brother, how do you do this question..." Zeming raised his head from his homework in pain, with a dazed expression, "I can't even understand the question."

"Let me see." Li bit the nib of the pen, his long-uncut hair was randomly tied into a knot on his head, he beat his old waist, and leaned over to read the topic.

Zeming leaned back on the back of the chair and rubbed his temples. He felt a piece of black and white English float by in front of his eyes. He knew every word, and when connected, it became a bible.

The library is well heated, and Li's coat is draped over the back of a chair, and he's wearing nothing but a navy-blue fall hoodie.He sat cross-legged on the chair, leaning over to look at Zeming's homework spread out in front of him. His white waist was very conspicuous among the dark clothes.

"This question is not difficult, which means..." Li pointed to the question and was about to translate for him.

Zeming suddenly had an embarrassing thought, reached out from behind to go around the back of the chair, and slammed half of his clothes off.

"Hahahahahahaha...a strong man has such a waist..."

Li turned his head sharply, seeing Zeming splayed out on the chair and laughing.It was a long night outside the window, and the light shone on Zeming's face, making his eyes sparkle.

"Brother, do you want to be beaten?" Li threatened viciously.He put down his pen and went to tear Zeming's clothes, and the two of them huddled together on the chair like elementary school students.

"...Okay, okay, stop making trouble." Zeming was the first to beg for mercy. Although Li looked thin, he was surprisingly strong, pushing him into the chair with one hand, and scratching his waist with the other.

"Brother... Hahahahaha... I can't finish my homework..." Zeming was most afraid of tickling, he laughed so hard that his whole body arched up, and the corners of his eyes were filled with tears.

Li clamped his wrist with one hand, and supported the armrest of the chair with the other, looking down at the young man's flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips under the lamp.With his warm smile in front of his eyes and his faint masculine breath on the tip of his nose, Li's heart suddenly missed a beat.Then, shamefully, he found himself reacting.

"...It's not you." Li smiled unnaturally, let go of him abruptly, retracted his chair, and took a closer look at his homework.

After watching for a long time, Li was convinced that he was infected by Zeming.There is black and white English in front of my eyes, I know every word, but when I connect them together, it becomes a bible.

They stayed in the library that day until closing.

"From eight o'clock in the morning to twelve o'clock in the evening, I did one problem." Zeming yawned and said, "Brother, your academic level is not good enough."

"It's not all about you, it's been noisy. How old are you?" Li bent down to unplug the power, and carefully held his clothes with one hand, "Stop making trouble, it's so late, hurry home. I'll drive you off."

When the two left the study room, there was only one chunky staff member in the library clearing the table.

Zeming yawned non-stop, looked up and saw the little knot on Li's head for convenience, and stretched out his hand to tear off the leather ring.

"Brother, don't you pay attention to your image?" Zeming helped him with his hair.

Because of the end of the semester, Li didn't have time to cut her hair for a long time, and her hair was let down in a mess, almost covering her eyes. Zeming carefully brushed his hair aside, exposing his fair forehead.

Li stared blankly at Zeming, who was half a head shorter than him, and suddenly wanted to hug him very much.

"Cough...it doesn't matter, my brother has always been so handsome."

However, he just held Zeming's wrist, and gently put down the hand on his head that was provocative in his heart.