Those words rubbed against the ears, causing the exposed skin to rise in temperature.
Like a small hook, it pierced into Lu Xingci's heart.
He closed his eyes quietly and looked at Duan Jiayan.
After the latter had finished speaking, he probably realized how timid he was, and his brows were shy. There is also a bit of frivolity who doesn't know good or bad.
They looked at each other for a few seconds.
Duan Jiayan couldn't stand it anymore.
This kind of explosive atmosphere tests people's psychological quality in particular. Lu Xingci's eyelashes were hanging down, casting a heavy shadow under his eyes.
He knew that Lu Xingci couldn't let him mess up, but he didn't know exactly what the other party wanted to do. Duan Jiayan was held back by the sense of crisis, and he backed away with a guilty conscience.
This evasive action seemed to stimulate the nerves of the person in front of him.
He was pushed down on the sofa.
The unwarranted change made Duan Jiayan want to struggle subconsciously, but the more he struggled, the tighter he was pressed.
Lu Xingci pressed him sideways, Duan Jiayan opened his eyes wide.
Shen Chilie and Chen Yue are still singing and agreeing:
"Sweet talk, lies and laugh..." Chen Yue sang and shook his head, and motioned to Shen Chilie to connect: "Please, Mr. Shen."
"Kiss me to the cold night—Fuck me! What are you doing!" Shen Chilie's voice changed directly.
Lu Xingci probably also realized that this was under the public. He reached out his hand and quickly pulled the jacket he took off, covering him and Duan Jiayan at once.
No one can see what he and Duan Jiayan are doing under the clothes.
Song Yi was stunned: "Is the squad leader a little bigger?"
Zhou Xingchen stared at it, too: "I'm going?!"
Then I felt that it was very exciting to engage with objects like this: "I'll learn."
Chen Yue’s reaction at this time was better than everyone else’s. He watched for a while and cut to the next song: "Let them play, let's sing ours."
When Lu Xing finished speaking, Duan Jiayan's amber eyes were squinted, and his eyelids drooped. The previous look of teeth and claws has been polished clean.
What's even more difficult to say is that his heartbeat is so fast that his throat can't help but keep shrinking.
He is nervous.
Lu Xingci's fingertips rubbed the corners of his red lips, reminding him that he had no faith: "You just bit me."
"..." Duan Jiayan didn't slow down, was caught off guard to hear this accusation, and raised his head almost incredulously: "Don't you think you are so unreasonable?"
Lu Xingci finally pressed the corner of his lips and withdrew his hand: "I don't think so."
It's so natural that it can't be more natural.
In contrast, he is like a silly white sweet who has never been in love.
Duan Jiayan really didn't want to lose so thoroughly. He thought quickly and smirked: "I'm sorry, brother, I hurt you."
"It's okay," Lu Xingci gently patted his head: "Brother won't be angry with you."
"..."
After entering the new year, what most students care about most is the final exam before the winter vacation.
The heating was turned on in the classroom, and white fog formed on the glass windows because of the temperature difference.
Song Yi turned his head, Duan Jiayan next to him was still working on the problem. He had maintained this state for a whole period of self-study.
Since the New Year's Eve, most people have begun to prepare for the final exam. What Song Yi didn't expect was that Duan Jiayan was also preparing for the exam.
When the get out of class bell rang, Duan Jiayan threw the pen directly.
He took out a lollipop from the drawer and tore off the wrapping paper in a rough manner.
"You said," Duan Jiayan was expressionless, and rubbed the lollipop: "Why is the answer always different from what I calculated?"
Listening to the sound of his teeth crunching lollipops, Song Yi fully realized Duan Jiayan's mood at the moment.
"Learning is a process of constantly looking for mistakes," Song Yi comforted him: "If you have discovered your mistakes now, you won't make them again in the examination room."
"Then in the examination room, I will make new mistakes." Duan Jiayan sighed: "Is there a mitosis in mistakes?"
Song Yi hesitated when he heard his cultural mitosis.
"Small section," Song Yi still couldn't hold back: "Do you really plan to be a good student?"
"I promised my mother," Duan Jiayan bit the lollipop, uttering a little vaguely: "You can't lie to the parents."
Hearing this, Zhou Xingchen in the front row turned his head.
After the entrance exam, the person sitting in front of Duan Jiayan changed from the academic committee to Zhou Xingchen. Zhou Xingchen listened to the dialogue between him and Song Yi, and the sleepiness he had just brewed disappeared. He turned his head and looked at Duan Jiayan: "Then you will play again. Are you?"
Duan Jiayan thought about it for a while and nodded: "I want to be a person who learns to entertain with both hands."
"Hahahahahahahaha!" Zhou Xingchen began to burst into laughter: "You say it again, what are you going to be?"
Song Yi followed closely, smiling and pulling his cell phone: "No, I want to share today's happiness with Shen Chilie."
Duan Jiayan gave a dangerous benevolence, Song Yi remained unaffected.
After a few seconds, Song Yi smiled wildly and put the phone horizontally in front of Duan Jiayan. He saw Song Yi post his words, and Shen Chilie returned a string of exaggerated hahahahaha.
Four words followed.
My son Tianxiu.
Duan Jiayan had an urge to kill Shen Chilie in an instant.
They were making a fuss, and Lu Xingci came in from the classroom door with his English homework.
There was a joke here, and Lu Xingci saw Duan Jiayan who was not smiling at a glance. He put his English homework on his desk and rubbed the light-colored head.
"What are you talking about?" He asked Duan Jiayan, "I'm almost jumping up."
"They disturb my study." Duan Jiayan saw him and opened his mouth to complain: "Also laugh at my ideal of wanting to be a playful student. My ideal comes from you. They laugh at me and laugh at you."
Lu Xingci looked at Zhou Xingchen and Song Yi.
Seeing Duan Jiayan turning black and white in front of Lu Xingci, they couldn't figure out Lu Xingci's thoughts, so they could only shut up.
Duan Jiayan is still adding fuel and jealousy: "Shen Chilie wants to be my father again today. Do you think I should rush to Class 4 to kill him?"
"Okay," Lu Xingci rubbed his head again, passed the English workbook from his desk, and gave him half of it: "Come and give me homework."
Duan Jiayan took the exercise book naturally and stood up from his seat.
Seeing that Duan Jiayan was really going to send homework honestly, Zhou Xingchen was quite surprised: "He just left? Didn't he fight and kill just now?"
After Song Yi was surprised, he smiled and said, "The short section is pretty cute in front of the squad leader."
Duan Jiayan held the exercise book and posted them one by one.
Seeing him handing out his homework, the boys in the class started to laugh at him.
"Brother Duan? How about sending homework?"
"Brother Duan, how can you condescend to send homework?"
"Don't take a look, who is the other homeworker."
"If you want me to say, the monitor is still awesome, our Duan brother can tame it." The boy smiled and said: "I have been classmates with Duan brother for more than a year, and for the first time I received a homework from Duan brother. I will remember this day in my heart."
Some people even held homework directly with both hands: "Thank you Duan, thank you Duan."
Duan Jiayan didn't bother to talk to them at first, and couldn't hold back here, and laughed with them.
They made fun of him and Lu Xingci intentionally or not, and Duan Jiayan did not deny it either.