[Nezha Lotus Root Cake] Mangcao Romanticism

As soon as Ao Fan pushed open the door of the bathroom, he was struck by the lewd voices inside. He closed his eyes and opened them again, and saw his younger brother with a blushing face being embraced by a strange boy.

Let me go!

Nezha was stunned by the roar, and before he could say anything, the man at the door had already walked towards him quickly.His suit jacket was draped over his arms, and he was wearing a shirt and jacket that were meticulous in midsummer, which seemed out of place in this bar.

It's also fate, the three most incompatible people in the bar are all crowded in the bathroom at the moment.The man walked vigorously in a few steps, and he was about to snatch the person in Nezha's arms with his big hand.

Rao was intimidated by the loud shouting just now, but now that he realized it, Nezha would of course not allow it.He put his arms around the drunk man and stepped back, frowning and asked, who are you?Why let me go?

I am his brother!Who are you?What are you doing holding my brother! ?

Ao Fan's tone was not polite at all, and under his rage, he was afraid that if he found him a little later, Ao Bing's end would be the same as what happened in the compartment inside.

He didn't approve of Ao Bing's coming to this kind of place. If the school didn't bully Ao Bing with his junior qualifications and made him a victim of faction competition as a young man, his elder brother couldn't see Ao Bing bored at home all day long. He said Nothing will allow him to come.Who would have thought that just letting him go to the bathroom by himself would almost be taken advantage of by a bastard.

Ao Fan was younger than the boy in front of him by more than a round, but this boy was not afraid of him at all, and he didn't answer his question at all. Instead, he lowered his head and patted Ao Bing's face in his arms, asking, do you know him?Do you know who he is?

The two slaps by Nezha were neither light nor heavy, and coupled with Ao Bing's befuddled red-eyed face, it can be said that they were not frivolous.Ao Fan was furious when he saw it. How could there be so much to say, and he was about to snatch it away.Seeing this, Nezha hurriedly protected Ao Bing and stood in front of him, and circled around him half a circle with Ao Fan.

The first two were about to fight, but the drunk only thought it was fun to go around in circles, so he leaned on Nezha's arms and covered his mouth and giggled.

When Nezha heard him laugh, he lowered his head to look at him. He was really happy to see him. When he smiled, his brows and eyes were curved, and his eyes were like water.Obviously it was the unreasonable and silly joy of a drunk, but he was ashamed even while drunk, and covered his mouth with his finger.There is a sense of stupidity in her delicate and pretty face, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

When Ao Fan saw his good-for-nothing younger brother, he knew he was smirking at people. It was just a headache, but that bastard looked at Ao Bing and swallowed his saliva.Ao Fan rushed to Tianling Gai in a fit of rage, still trying to figure out what to do, and at the same time he let out a loud shout——

Ao Bing! !

Fortunately, Ao Bing wasn't really drunk to that extent. He leaned in the arms of the good-looking little wolf dog, and finally he was willing to take a look at his elder brother, whose veins were popping out.

Ao Bing obediently called out "Brother", avoiding an unseemly fight in the bathroom.

The man in his arms was picked up by the man in the suit and taken away.Nezha's arms were empty, and his heart was also empty.

The happy couple in the cubicle were too scared to make a sound by the movement outside, and the bathroom was so quiet for a while that it was funny.Nezha raised his eyes, stepped up and opened the bathroom door to follow.

He couldn't just let them go.He knew the name of that summer white flower, not to mention meeting by chance, he asked for peace of mind, not to mention that he had attacked his chest just now, he had to be responsible.

Ao Fan had just covered Ao Bing with his coat and got out of the back seat when a figure suddenly appeared behind him.It was the kid who was hugging and hugging just now, he was about the same height as Ao Fan, he put one hand on the car door to block him, and said, I can't just hand over a person who has drunk to you.

Seeing this, the driver opened the door and seemed to come over to help. Ao Fan raised his hand to signal "no need".

Ao Fan was taken aback for a moment, originally he was only impatient of being bullied, but now he was genuinely laughed at.Tonight, it doesn't matter whether he is demeanor or not. He raised his hand and tapped the shoulder of the kid who was ten years younger than him, and said with a half-smile, what kind of "brother" am I, what does it matter to you?

If one party gets involved, it will not end so well.When it was about to explode, Nezha pretended to be good, and said, then I will take him home with you and then leave.

As he said that, Nezha glanced into the car. Ao Bing was sitting on the back seat with his legs curled up, revealing a thin white and fragile ankle under his silver-gray trousers.Nezha softened his tone and said, he is so drunk, I have to ask for peace of mind.

The other party inexplicably restrained his momentum, and Ao Fan couldn't attack him at once.If it wasn't for his family, he wouldn't be such an aggressive person.He tilted his head at Nezha and said, get in the car.

Without the tense confrontation, the atmosphere in the car was only awkward.Ao Bing's madness passed, and he slept innocently under his brother's suit jacket.Nezha didn't move him, just leaned over and pulled the seat belt on the back seat for him to fasten.

Halfway through the drive, Ao Fan calmed down and the matter settled down.That kid wasn't as bad as he thought, there's no need to follow him all the way if he had that kind of thought, it's probably because he misunderstood himself.Ao Fan called home, and on the way to the front of the house, Aunt Yan who had been waiting came out to meet them, muttering, "Why are you so drunk, you will have a headache tomorrow".

He said he wanted to "supervise", but Nezha didn't follow along. He got out of the car and stood where he was, watching Ao Bing being carried into the house by his brother.In fact, Nezha didn't doubt the man in the suit, he just wanted to see him more.

The man in the suit came out soon after entering. The driver had already driven the car into the garage, and the two of them were the only ones left on the road.He walked towards Nezha, took out a cigarette case, knocked out one with one hand, put it in his mouth, and asked, what's your name?

Nezha.

Ao Fan lit it, took a breath, and exhaled with the night wind that didn't know when it would cool down, and asked again, Bingbing's friend?

He was too drunk to stand when he came out, so I gave him a hand.Nezha said flatly, he hasn't had time to make friends yet.

This was intentional, and she was not as obedient as before.It was he who misunderstood first, and Ao Fan was very angry and didn't care.He knocked out a cigarette and handed it to Nezha, and said after a pause, my younger brother is the youngest in the family, and I'm afraid he will be bullied.

Nezha took it and put it in his mouth. Ao Fan ordered for him and said, the driver will take you later.

Nezha held a cigarette between his fingertips, exhaled white smoke from his mouth, turned and walked away, half-raised his forearm in the night and waved his hands behind him.

I don't know if it's saying "don't send it away" or "don't bully him".

Chapter 3 Chapter3 Nezha wanted to step over, blushing and heart beating, scratching his lungs, and Ao Bing on the podium finally looked at him.

Nezha walks to the bar and sits down. At this time again, the bartender and bar owner in the bar sighs invisibly.He still mixed a glass of Nezha's favorite cocktail and pushed it to him. It was smooth in the mouth and full of stamina. Of course, the key point was the good color.Ice blue, just for him to see things and think about people.

With a "click" sound from the lighter, Nezha raised his eyes from the charming color in the cup. "Sister" held a slender lady's cigarette, held her arm and tilted her head, and blew out a sultry mint smoke, and said to him, you I've been sitting here for half a month, have you seen a few couples who make appointments again?

He liked Nezha quite a bit, but he was pure and innocent, and when he chased that man out, he had a heart-pounding recklessness.Except for the first drink, he teased Nezha a few times later.Every time I tell him that it's nice to be young, innocent and friendly, but he still has fantasies about love, how cute.

He approached with his waist slumped, he didn't pretend to be a curvaceous figure tonight, it was somewhat contrary to the man's skeleton, and even his usual provocative tone seemed to be earnest.He said, brother, if you want to develop sustainably, you should keep in touch with each other for the first time.

Nezha glanced at him, but still didn't answer.He then said, "It's just a random thing to come to me. They didn't leave it for you at the beginning, so you were just let go by others."

Nezha lowered his eyes and looked back at the glass of wine, turned the glass and opened his mouth, saying, I'll wait for him.

It is this kind of infatuation that is the most annoying, but also the cutest.But the cuter Nezha is, the more uncute he is. He has a promising career, and he doesn't want to always be a "confidant sister" for his little brother.The owner of the bar rolled his eyes to the sky, and then got up shaking his waist, and another newcomer came in front of Nezha.

In their circle, high-quality attacks are a scarce resource.With a domineering president and a little wolf dog chasing after him, the drama of two attacks half a month ago has been widely spread.In addition, after that, the little wolf dog still came to wait for his sweetheart every day, like a poor little abandoned, I really don't know how many people were envious and red-eyed.

Nezha waited every day, and every day someone came to try his luck with him.Unlike the first time someone touched his thigh and blushed, Nezha already knew how to deal with it after half a month.

The one who came back this time was a pretty boy who looked very small, with a pair of clever eyes like a bird, and he had a clever heart at a glance.If he hadn't met Ao Bing first, Nezha might have been a little interested in him, but unfortunately, he came late.

The person who was one step late had a clever opening that Nezha couldn't refuse. He said, the person you were waiting for should not come again.

Nezha raised his eyebrows and looked at him, beckoning him to continue, but the overly pretty boy walked around him and said, why don't you buy me a drink?

Seeing that Nezha did not respond, he was not arrogant, so he took a sip from the cup in Nezha's hand, and said to himself, he used to come here by himself, three or two times, last time, you also saw arrive.The first time you brought your companion, you were hugged back like that, how possessive you are, and you are willing to let him come again?

As if to provoke Nezha on purpose, the boy asked, didn't you follow in the car last time, didn't you sleep well?Playing 3P?

The wrist was pinched suddenly, and the pretty boy's heart skipped a beat, watching his adrenaline soar wildly with Nezha's blinded eyes.As if wanting Nezha to remember his face, the boy licked his lips, his voice trembling with excitement, and continued, I heard that the kind of lady's style is usually pretty, and it's quite sloppy in bed, How is it, waves?You are so obsessed with it, do you want to--

"Try me" before he could say it, Nezha grabbed his wrist and turned it over.Nezha raised his leg and stepped on his knee, which made him grunt, and at the same time pushed him down on the bar counter, avoiding the glass of ice blue wine.

He was really angry, but he liked it, the pretty boy smiled because of the deformed mouth, and before he could say the victory declaration of "I knew you couldn't bear to touch my face", he punched him in the face.

A fight ended Nezha's 17-year-old summer.On the first day of the second year of high school, he stepped into the second and third floors of the second and third floors of the high school covered with scars and a few pieces of gauze, and instantly became the topic of conversation in every class in the entire corridor.

But the person at the center of the topic is obviously in a bad mood. Nezha put his hands in his pockets, stretched out his long legs leisurely, and quickly put them under the feet of the front seat. A lazy expression.

Having said that, no one can be in a good mood on the first day of school.The neighbor Yang Jian was also in a bad mood. He turned in from the back door of the class, threw his bag on the desk, sat down on the leg of the chair, and was about to speak when he was stunned by Nezha's troubled face.

Fuck, who the fuck did this?Nezha, you can do it, you don’t call me when you fight, right?

Hey, it's not a problem.Nezha didn't bother to mention it, and asked Yang Jian, what did you just say?

Oh, my god, did you know that Lao Yu was transferred to lead the third year of high school?We have to change teachers in the second year of high school.

Oh.

Oh shit, do you know how much higher than the average score in the fast class of the grade in the college entrance examination after being under the guidance of Lao Yu for three years?

The matter of changing teachers was confirmed by Lao Yi at the class meeting.Old B said that the new teacher is a high-achieving student who graduated from somewhere. Although he is young and has little teaching experience, he has taught a senior year of high school before, and there are a few of them who got 140.

At the end, I would like to add that you should follow the teacher and study hard, and you are not allowed to bully others mischievously.Nezha was amused when he heard this, thinking how could there be so many people in this world who are being bullied.

In the second year of high school, the study is tight. It is said that it is a class meeting, and it only takes 10 minutes. Ten minutes later, the new teacher who was being bullied came in with lesson plans and textbooks. Nezha's swaying chair stopped moving, and the raised chair legs slowly fell to the ground.

It was the same thin white shirt and silver-gray trousers, but the difference was that Teacher Ao tied up his long, gentle hair, making him appear deserted.The under-drinking face was as white as the girls in their class, with a calm expression, not at all as aggressive as rubbing his chest muscles before.

That icy cleanliness made Nezha's blood rush, half a month in the "Pansi Cave" was wasted, and he immediately returned to the innocent boy who blushed when his legs were touched.

The person who was held in his arms half a month ago was standing behind the podium, half a classroom away from him.Nezha wanted to step over, blushing and scratching his lungs, and Ao Bing on the podium finally looked at him.Witnessing the fateful moment, there is only a faint look, just like looking at other students, without staying too long and looking elsewhere.

Nezha was stunned, thinking, pretending?

Ao Bing really wasn't pretending.How could he fail to notice Nezha? Although he didn't want to take the sophomore with him, the classroom was full of his students.Well, a child with so many injuries on the first day of school is very distressing to see.

Teacher Ao felt sorry for the students, and opened his mouth with a smile on his thin lips.

Class.

stand up.

Hello teacher!