he's not, he's not

The head teacher's face was as black as a dead fish.

After trying to find the "criminal evidence" of outstanding parents failed, he learned from the painful experience, determined to raise his vigilance in the future, raise his awareness, and never give outstanding parents any chance. At the same time, he quickly changed his thinking and began to solve practical problems.

Class teacher: "In short, I hope we can respect each other more."

The excellent parent smiled: "Of course."

The homeroom teacher felt a little more comfortable when he got this promise that it was useless, so his occupational disease quickly broke out, and he focused the topic on You Xiaoxiu, and asked the outstanding parents seriously: "Then you are good for You Xiaoxiu." Has Xiu considered it?"

"Considering what?"

The head teacher looked at him weakly: "Of course it's your orientation."

The two of them discussed this issue in the afternoon, and the teacher in charge could see that excellent parents really care about the education of Youxiaoxiu in every aspect. Red grew up.

...But You Xiaoxiu seems to have really grown up like this.

The excellent parent understood what the head teacher meant, he smiled and asked, "Is there a right or wrong orientation?"

This is a pit.

The class teacher has already deeply understood the language traps of excellent parents, and replied cautiously and conservatively: "There is no orientation, and there may not be people with orientation."

Excellent parents simply ignore the second half of the sentence: "Since there is no right or wrong, why should you care too much?"

"Now that the Internet is so developed, no information can be isolated. Instead of worrying too much, it's better to be frank."

The head teacher nodded expressionlessly: "That's why you took the initiative to show him those books."

The excellent parent laughed loudly: "We have to let the children learn the truth, goodness and beauty from different types of excellent works." He looked at the class teacher playfully: "If you want to blame, you can only blame the author of "A Work" for its brilliant writing. Right? Class teacher."

"..."

Take it and take it, what are you cue me for?

Your son has a strong ability to absorb the truth, kindness and beauty of the monitor.

You Xiaoxiu sneezed, shook her head, and continued to maintain a dignified expression.

The squad leader came out of the shower and saw him still in this posture, and sighed silently: It's understandable, after all, any old man who came out of the closet and became his son so suddenly would be confused.

He cleared his throat, rubbed his hands, sat down beside You Xiaoxiu's bed, and wanted to say something—actually he couldn't think of what to say, but he was both an excellent class leader and an experienced gay writer, When it is time to maintain the collective honor of the class, it is still necessary to maintain it, and when it is time to shine for the students, it is still necessary to shine.

"Xiaoxiu..."

You Xiaoxiu looked at him.

"What?"

The squad leader opened his mouth and closed it.Open again, close again.

I really don't know what to say!

One is their homeroom teacher and the other is their father/boss. The two gay guys chat openly and honestly, but they are restless after eating melons.

After brewing for a long time, the squad leader let out a harmless fart: "...are you okay?"

You Xiaoxiu blinked, said "ah", and said it was okay.

He really didn't look too bad, and he suddenly realized: "No wonder my dad wants to wipe the class teacher's pants..."

The squad leader touched his nose.

"I don't know if the head teacher will accept my dad." He continued to mutter.

"..."

Whether you can accept it is more important, right?

You Xiaoxiu's brain nerves are different from ordinary people. He saw the monitor hesitate to speak, but his first reaction was to finish the ball. Sure enough, the monitor is still very resistant to real homosexuality.This is worse than his father suddenly becoming gay, and You Xiaoxiu feels like being struck by lightning. He resisted his loss and said: "It's okay, monitor, don't be too sad."

...What am I sad about? It's not my dad.

The squad leader's head was as big as a bucket, and he didn't know whether he should be grateful for You Xiaoxiu's strange brain circuit.He struggled for a long time, but there was really nothing to comfort him, so he could only pat You Xiaoxiu on the shoulder: "Take a rest, I'm quite tired after walking all day today."

You Xiaoxiu agreed to get out of bed to take a shower, and walked along the wall like a snake, which can be called weak.However, as soon as he slid into the bathroom and was exposed to the steaming mist after the squad leader had just bathed, he immediately entered the secret realm of the fairy forest, and his weak and limp body straightened up inappropriately.

The squad leader was packing up the clothes that the two of them had changed outside. His writing instinct prompted him to delete, delete, and delete what happened tonight in his mind. Fresh ideas popped up, and he immediately turned on his mobile phone to create passionately.

Just after a thousand words of passion, You Xiaoxiu poked out a red head from the bathroom, humming: "Squad leader..."

"Ok?"

"Did you bring...underwear?"