"That's fine?" said another.
Jiang Zhihuo opened his eyes instantly: "!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a violent knock on the door.
The Chinese class representative said, "Brother Huo, I know you are in there! Stop hiding! Come out and study!!"
The knocks on the door hit my eardrums like drumsticks.
Startled, Jiang Zhihuo subconsciously wanted to push Yan Mu away.
In fact, he didn't need to panic at all. The door was locked from the inside. Unless the door was broken down, the two class representatives outside would have no chance of getting in.
But who can continue to kiss happily in this situation
Because of nervousness, the pheromones that were already uncontrollable continued to leak out.
Yan Mu originally wanted to let go of her hand, but the fabric of school pants was thin in summer, and the two were close to each other because they were kissing. As she twisted her body, something hard touched her crotch through the thin fabric.
Yan Mu's breathing stagnated.
My mind seemed to be strangled by a string, and it seemed to be bewitched by the sweet pheromones. I don't know if it was out of instinct or for unspeakable reasons, but a very bad idea came to my mind.
The body moves before the mind does—
His fingers loosened only a little, their lips separated, and after taking a breath for a moment, Yan Mu grabbed Jiang Zhihuo's arm with his backhand, pulled him back, held him tightly in his arms, lowered his head, clenched his five fingers, and did not give the other party the slightest chance to struggle.
The two class representatives were still knocking on the door, talking loudly as they knocked:
"There's no use hiding in there! Only studying can save you!"
"Learning makes you grow, learning makes you happy!"
"Brother Huo, don't be afraid! We won't eat people!"
"Just accept your fate!"
"If you have the ability to rob a man, you have the ability to open the door!!"
"The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple. I know you are at home!!"
The two people outside the classroom started to make jokes, one after another. The two people in the classroom were very close to each other through the not-so-thick iron door, and the knocking sound was accompanied by a slight sucking sound.
My legs were almost weak and I couldn't get free.
Jiang Zhihuo couldn't move, nor could he easily make any sound, and the man who was restraining him, for some unknown reason, raised his knees and pressed his body against the wall, and the cloth rubbed against a certain place.
Jiang Zhihuo felt extremely uncomfortable with the feeling of being teased.
The two class representatives called out a few more times, and when no one responded, they asked suspiciously, "He shouldn't be in there, right?"
"Yeah, I also think that Brother Huo wouldn't hide from us that much."
"It's almost time for class." One of them looked at the time and said, "Let's go back first."
"Let's go, let's go."
Yan Mu finally loosened his strength until he heard the footsteps fading away. Jiang Zhihuo bit down suddenly, and the tip of his teeth hit the corner of his lips heavily. Then he turned his elbow and hit him decisively. However, given his current condition, this attack was far less painful than the bite.
He pushed Yan Mu away again and wiped his lips hard with the back of his hand.
"Fuck, did you do that on purpose?"
At this moment, even breathing was too hot, and there seemed to be a layer of fog in front of my eyes, and my breathing was unstable.
Every reaction is clear, every look is within sight.
Yan Mu seemed to have just realized what he had done and looked at him as if he had just woken up from a dream.
"Fun, huh?"
Jiang Zhihuo propped up his legs, pushed Yan Mu's shoulders hard, and said angrily: "Is it fun to watch me like this?"
Without waiting for Yan Mu's answer, he walked to the corner alone. He had just sat down when he suddenly stood up with a grim face. After his reaction eased a little, he opened the door and walked out quickly without any pause.
He didn't say another word the whole time.
Yan Mu still stood there in a daze.
The corner of my lip was bitten and it hurts a little.
What on earth was he doing just now
Why do that
Yan Mu clenched his fist and punched the wall as if he didn't feel any pain.
—Are you crazy?!
The class bell had rung for a while, but Jiang Zhihuo did not return to the classroom. Instead, he turned into the toilet and locked himself in the cubicle.
He couldn't sit down because his back was wet and he felt uncomfortable.
He had only experienced this feeling on the night of his first fever. After that, it was always suppressed at the beginning of the fever, and he had no chance to experience it again.
But just now...
The reason why he was so angry was not only because of Yan Mu's ambiguous and mocking behavior, but also because of the uncontrollable, uncomfortable and embarrassing silent feeling behind him.
He rubbed his face hard several times.
What the fuck is this?!
Forget about the front part, why is it that even the back part is…
Jiang Zhihuo changed his pants before returning to the classroom.
Fortunately, he was annoyed by the sweat he always caused during physical education classes in the summer, so he left a set of clothes for changing in the storage area of the gym.
He didn't know what to say about what had just happened. He planned to calm himself down first and would never go to find Yan Mu unless it was absolutely necessary.
However, as soon as the bell rang, Yan Mu took the initiative to find Jiang Zhihuo.
The groups rotate every week. Jiang Zhihuo's seat this week is by the window. When he looked up, he saw Yan Mu's face.
Jiang Zhihuo lay down again with an expressionless face.
There were two more knocks on the window near his ears, but Jiang Zhihuo ignored them and reached under the table to play with his phone.
Two seconds later, he received a message.
Yan Mu: Sorry.
Yan Mu actually took the initiative to apologize
Jiang Zhihuo typed a reply: Do you know what you have done
Yan Mu: I know.
The two communicated through WeChat through the glass.
Jiang Zhihuo: That’s it
Yan Mu: Come out, I’ll apologize to you in person.
The step had already been given, so Jiang Zhihuo had to give it some face and stepped down, putting his phone in his pocket and walking into the corridor.
"Let's put it this way." Jiang Zhihuo didn't want to dwell on this matter too much. In fact, if he calmed down and thought about it, Yan Mu's behavior was simply due to the influence of pheromones. He was also once an alpha and understood the various strange instincts of an alpha.
Jiang Zhihuo said: "Give me an explanation. If it makes sense, we can let it go."
Yan Mu thought for a moment and said, "I... may be crazy."
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
Jiang Zhihuo: "Is this a reason? It would be more credible if you said it was the susceptible period."
Yan Mu: "Sorry, this is the truth."
Jiang Zhihuo was speechless for a moment: "That doesn't make sense, how can this matter be resolved?"
"Let's discuss it." Yan Mu said.
"What?" Jiang Zhihuo asked.
"Stay here first." Yan Mu looked into the classroom. He couldn't look Jiang Zhihuo in the eye. He had indeed gone too far. "I'll tell you when I think of a reason."
Isn't this just being a rogue
Only young couples use this trick.
If you keep keeping it, won't you forget it later
Jiang Zhihuo wanted to say, "How can this be possible?" Before he could open his mouth, he saw the Chinese class representative rushing towards him after going to the bathroom: "Brother Huo! You must memorize "Li Sao" today!!!"
Jiang Zhihuo was facing a formidable enemy, and at the moment he didn't care whether to stay or not: "Let's talk about it when we get back. Goodbye, my friend!"
After he finished speaking, he turned and ran, and Yan Mu reached out to grab his wrist.
Jiang Zhihuo moved quickly, and before Yan Mu could tighten her fingers, he pulled them apart, and in the end, it was Yan Mu who held his fingertips.
Jiang Zhihuo: “!”
Curl your fingers.
Yan Mu let go and said, "No need to go."
Jiang Zhihuo: "If you don't leave, I will betray Li Sao!!"
"Don't worry about his grades." Yan Mu said this to the Chinese class representative, "I've been helping him with his studies recently."
"Um… "
"Um… … …!!"
Jiang Zhihuo stared at the review materials in front of him with an indescribable look.
Should he thank Yan Mu for helping him out and freeing him from the harassment of the class representatives, or should he say that he was asking for trouble
Ever since Yan Mu told the class representative that he was taking extra classes, everyone's attitude softened instantly, and their eyes were full of relief when they looked at Jiang Zhihuo.
"It turns out that Brother Huo is very conscious and proactive."
"Then I feel relieved."
"With Yan Shen here, Brother Huo will definitely be able to do it!"
At least it was quiet at school.
but!!!
Jiang Zhihuo looked resentful.
Didn’t he suffer enough from the tutoring before? Why did he need to help him prepare for the exam
Just give him a set of materials! Why ask him to memorize it on the spot? !
Can a poor student memorize it all in one night? Impossible!!!
Is it painful for him to read something he has memorized for several days? It is very painful!!!
Moreover, there is not even an excuse to avoid it!
Jiang Zhihuo didn't have to go to the bar these days. Boss Qu knew that he had a midterm exam and didn't schedule him for work.
Fortunately, he didn't have to go. He didn't know how to explain to his boss about his "confession" to Yan Mu, his love rival.
Jiang Zhihuo sighed.
Why can he be so miserable!
It’s all because of this person in front of me!!
He shouldn't have forgiven this man so quickly! He shouldn't have agreed to leave it for later.
You should just act unreasonably and make a fuss until the exam is over!
Yan Mu was able to isolate himself from everything around him when he was learning. He turned a blind eye to Jiang Zhihuo's resentful eyes, put on a Bluetooth headset on one side, lowered his head, and straightened his back. The lines of his spine, shoulders and neck were obvious, like an unstretched bow.
There are two days left until the midterm exam.
Jiang Zhihuo has three choices.
First, acknowledge it.
Second, continue to play dumb.
Third, torture each other.
Yan Mu might have already realized that choosing one or two was obviously unwise.
Jiang Zhihuo decisively chose three.
"ah-"
Jiang Zhihuo lay on the table, deliberately dragging out the ending sound: "I can't remember-"
Yan Mu took off his headphones and turned to him.
Jiang Zhihuo's face fell into his arms and he raised his eyes: "I heard that hearing can better stimulate memory. The shallow layer of the brain stores information through sound, which is often more impressive than rote memorization, so..."
Jiang Zhihuo moved the materials forward little by little: "Brother Yan, how about we give it a try?"
Yan Mu stared at Jiang Zhihuo's eyes. They had lived together for two months and had been taking extra classes for so long. He was just making up stories about auditory memory. There must be only one purpose for this.
"Are we torturing each other?" Yan Mu asked.
Jiang Zhihuo clapped his hands vigorously and said with a grin, "Yes!"
Yan Mu did not hesitate or look at the material. He recited "Xiao Yao You" very skillfully without any pause or stuttering. Then he said to Jiang Zhihuo, "I have finished reading it. Do you remember it?"
Jiang Zhihuo chuckled again: "If you can't remember, recite it again."
Yan Mu nodded and glanced at the time.
Being with Yan Mu, Jiang Zhihuo didn't need to pay attention to the time. After all, he could just touch it once the fever symptom appeared, and he was a lot more relaxed this time. Seeing Yan Mu didn't say anything, he said, "You won't remember it if you only read it once. You have to read it three, four, five, six times. This thing requires subtle influence, so don't rush it."
Yan Mu listened to him patiently.
"And I think your emotions are not strong enough. You should recite it in a rhythmic way, or more slowly, to express your yearning for transcending worldly concepts and your freedom between heaven and earth. Your recitation doesn't have any fairy spirit at all."
"Come on, do it again." Jiang Zhihuo was playing rogue with a smile, and wanted to speak, but his body suddenly became hot, and the fever symptoms came again!
Without thinking, he rushed towards Yan Mu and put his arms around his neck. Just when he was about to kiss him, Yan Mu turned his head away.
"What are you doing?"
"Answer me again. Can you recite it?"
“… Yes, yes, yes!!” Jiang Zhihuo answered perfunctorily, and with another effort, he pushed Yan Mu from the chair to the bed.
The soft quilt sank a little, leaving the shapes of two people.
After the kiss, Jiang Zhihuo used a pillow to cover his lower abdomen.
"That won't work!" Jiang Zhihuo was melancholy. "Math and English are easy. Chinese and comprehensive science both take two and a half hours."
No. 1 Middle School does not allow early submission of papers, and even if you sleep in the examination room, you have to sleep the entire exam time.
Under these circumstances, there is only one solution: "Take a break from the Chinese and Science exams? Pretend to go to the bathroom, about an hour and a half later?"
Yan Mu didn't reply to him, so Jiang Zhihuo stretched out his legs and touched him, "Friend, are you okay?"
Yan Mu threw the review materials over to him, determined to torture him: "Once you finish memorizing these, there will be nothing left."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
This shit, there’s no way I can get through this, right
No matter how unhappy he was, he would never be able to escape if he didn't fool around. He gritted his teeth and began to recite it "stumblingly".
During this time, Yan Mu kept staring at him very seriously. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but it made Jiang Zhihuo's scalp tingle.
Even after he finished reciting it, he still refused to look away.
Jiang Zhihuo almost wanted to ask him directly: Doesn't it look like it? Didn't I act like it? Is this how poor students recite
Yan Mu just kept looking at him until the end and said nothing.
Jiang Zhihuo lay on the bed exhausted.
I'm so tired, really so tired.
It would be better to expose him directly with just one sentence, so that neither of them would have to act!
Yan Mu finished his shower and climbed into bed.
He did not lie down to sleep immediately. Instead, he propped up a soft pillow, leaned against the head of the bed and read a book on his Kindle.
Sometimes he takes a moment to recharge himself.
The bed was very soft, and I felt comfortable lying down. Jiang Zhihuo asked, "What are you looking at?"
Yan Mu: "Books."
"Nonsense, is there anything else you can watch on Kindle?" Jiang Zhihuo turned around, lay on his side, and propped up one cheek with his elbow.
Jiang Zhihuo: "To be honest, I think you are particularly suitable for being a broadcaster and host. Your voice doesn't match the microphone, which is a pity."
Yan Mu turned the page: "Thank you."
Jiang Zhihuo: "Read a few sentences from the book you are reading."
Jiang Zhihuo had only said it casually, without any other intention. He was used to annoying Yan Mu before going to bed, and he was happy to hear his impatient tone.
But I didn’t expect that Yan Mu actually started reciting this time.
"In a daze, I saw some faces, which stayed and then faded away."
"They leaned over me and asked me questions. They all asked, Do I know who I am? Do I hurt anywhere?"
Jiang Zhihuo thought this sounded familiar, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "The Kite Runner?"
Yan Mu: “Yeah.”
"Oh." Jiang Zhihuo changed his posture, turned his back to Yan Mu, and bent one hand to rest under his temple.
He was silent for a moment, thinking about something, and then asked, "Can you continue?"
Yan Mu did not reject him and continued reading: "I know who I am. My whole body aches. I want to tell them this, but the pain is too great to open my mouth."
"I knew this before, maybe a year ago, maybe two years ago, maybe ten years ago."
When he read this sentence, he paused for a very short time, almost imperceptible.
Then, he slowed down his tone: "I want to talk to a boy, the child, yes, I see him now."
Yan Mu's voice is very pleasant. He speaks little, just a few words at a time. When talking to him, one can feel his deepness. After he becomes quiet, he reveals a hint of gentleness that he never shows in normal days.
Jiang Zhihuo slowly closed his eyes.
I seemed a little sleepy, but the sound of reading continued, getting farther and farther away.
In a trance, it seemed to overlap with a childish voice in my memory.
"I wanted to talk to the kid—it seemed like it was the most important thing to do."
The young Jiang Zhihuo was curled up in a warm quilt, holding a laptop in his arms.
At that time, he had not yet changed his name to Jiang Zhihuo. His surname was Yun and his name was Yunzhou.
Sitting beside the bed, a boy of the same age as him was reading.
"What is the name of this book?" Yun Zhou asked him.
“The Kite Runner,” the boy said.
"Oh." Yun Zhou hugged his arms tightly. When he woke up, his computer suddenly couldn't be charged. "Can it really be charged by hugging it all night?"
"Yes. It's too cold in winter and we are all afraid of the cold."
The boy's voice is always light and sounds more mature than other children of the same age.
Yun Zhou said again: "I can't sleep."
"Are you not used to the bed?" The boy was still a little nervous. After all, this was not Yunzhou's home. His parents were not here today and entrusted Xiaozhou to him to take care of.
He replaced all the sheets and quilts with new ones.
"No, I'm not sleepy."
"Close your eyes and you will fall asleep in seven minutes."
Seven minutes later, he opened his eyes again.
"Brother Qin," Yun Zhou said, "I counted 420 seconds in my mind, but I still didn't fall asleep. You lied to me."
The boy frowned, as if thinking about how to explain.
Yun Zhou didn't wait for him to speak, he moved in a little bit, pulled off the pillow and stuffed it in the middle.
He said, "Let's sleep together. I have a good sleeping posture. There's a pillow between us so I won't touch you."
The serious boy thought for a while before nodding: "Okay."
He put the book down and went to the bathroom to change.
There was airflow when the door was opened, and a page of the book was blown open.
The page that was opened had a name written on it. Children of that age all like to write their names.
The handwriting is neat and beautiful.
—Qin Mu.
There are a few letters next to it, and the handwriting is slightly different from that of these two words.
That was written by Yun Zhou. It was the name he gave to Brother Qin. Only he knew it, so he added four letters at the end of every book with his name on it.
—shin.
The author has something to say: ps. "In a daze, I saw some faces, which stayed and faded away. They bent over and looked at me, asking me questions. They all asked, do I know who I am? Is there any pain on my body? I know who I am, and my whole body aches. I want to tell them this, but the pain is so severe that I can't speak. I knew all this before, maybe a year ago, maybe two years ago, maybe ten years ago. I want to talk to a boy, that child, yes, I see him now. I want to talk to that child - it seems that talking to him is the most important thing."
—From Chapter 23 of The Kite Runner
Thanks to the little angels who cast mines: 1 blue sky blue;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Butter Beer; 12 bottles of Son Snow; 10 bottles of Yanmou Yunshui Yangyang and Feng Can; 7 bottles of Zhu Yao; 3 bottles of You Shou Please Contact Me; 1 bottle of Shen Xian Ah, Luo Luo Yao Yao, Chen Xiao, Jia He, Don’t Cry;
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