Bo Jian likes to hug people stickily.
The main reason why Jiang Huai didn't want to sleep in the same bed with Bo Jian was that as soon as Bo Jian hugged him, he wanted to do those things. He thought about it all night, and then thought about it after he didn't think about it, which was very damaging to people's willpower.
Turn off the lights, the dormitory is dark.
The 1.2-meter single bed sleeps two boys with long hands and long feet, which seems crowded.
Jiang Huai turned his back to Bo Jian, bowed slightly, and closed his eyes tightly.
Bo Jian's hands passed through his waist and hugged him, the temperature of the air conditioner was turned on low, his nose and hair were cold, but his back was pressed against a hot chest.
Bo Jian's fingers are thinner and slender than most Alpha boys, and they don't look thick and fat, as if they were born to flip through books and write with hands.
He gently rubbed Jiang Huai's waist with the thin callus of his middle finger, kissing the back of Jiang Huai's neck repeatedly.
Faint, cool, fresh mint leaves.
Jiang Huai finally spoke out, a little hoarsely: "Can you go back to your own bed?"
"Just ask for a temporary mark, then turn your face and deny anyone." Bo Jian's laugh trembled in his chest, Jiang Huai unconsciously bowed his waist again, and Bo Jian half stood up, lowered his eyes and kissed his face, whispering in his ear: "Come again once."
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On the first day of the stay, Jiang Huai almost fell asleep.
He suspected that Bo Jian asked him to stay with him for the purpose of deliberately seducing him, and it happened that he was a person who couldn't resist the temptation of the adult world.
Next year's college entrance examination, T University's opposite technical school is expected.
But to my surprise, for the remaining week, Chairman Bo kept to himself and didn't come to sleep with him again.
What Jiang Huai thought was that Bo Jian might be delusional too, he couldn't stand Tiantian's chaos, and was about to die down.
But Jianghuai didn't know that what Chairman Bo was thinking was "sleeping with Jianghuai to achieve sustainable development, and we must not exhaust the resources for fishing".
Raise pigs scientifically and make a fortune.
In the first week of school, the student union position campaign.
Jianghuai didn't care about the student union election last year. He didn't know anyone in the student union, and the right to vote in the election for the student union position was not open to all students in the school. The final election results only depended on the opinions of the school leaders and the votes of the students who participated in the election for the student union position.
Bo Jian was re-elected as the president of the student union last year.
The announcement of the student union election is posted on the top of the campus network. According to the various voting rates announced last year, Bo Jian's re-election as the president of the student union was 81%.
The results of this year's election are also posted on the campus network.
The campus network has been busy recently. Old graduates leave school, and new high school freshmen enter. According to the "convention" of No. 2 Middle School, freshmen not only need military training, but also go to the campus website to learn about the "customs and customs" of No. 2 Middle School.
It is rare for Jianghuai to log in to the campus network account that he has not logged in for 800 years.
This time he didn't scroll down, and directly clicked on the red sticky announcement on the top:
"Announcement on the Results of the Autumn Semester Student Union Cadre Election".
At the top, he saw Bo Jian.
Thin gradually.
Senior three.
Student number 0001.
The president of the student union of the school, with 98% of the votes.
Bo Jian was re-elected for three years.
Jiang Huai's eyes stopped on the string of student numbers for a few seconds.
As a newcomer to the third year of high school, the department rearranged the student number according to the final exam results of the second semester of the second year of high school.
Bo Jian is still 0001.
He is 0474.
Jiang Huai closed the post and was about to log out of the campus network account.
But just as he clicked "X", the campus network jumped to the page and refreshed automatically.
Swipe a new post:
"Chapter 1 of "Alpha in Marriage Prison Love: Bone Corruption": Let me go! Jiang Dao, you are rape in marriage! That night, he burst into tears all over the bed, but unexpectedly fell into the boundless love network he wove for him ! Just enrolled, cute new report, seniors and sisters, is my format correct QAQ”
JAC: "..."
He swore that he would never open the No. 2 Middle School campus network again until he graduated from high school.
On the back of Jianghuai's "Xiaojiang Summer Vacation Plan" that was thrown away at home and not brought to school, there were a few more numbers.
There is one more 0474 and one more 10.
0474 is his senior high school student number, 10 is his examination room number for the monthly exam next month and the midterm exam for the last semester of senior high school. He will take the test in room 10. After the results of the mid-term exam are released, the examination room for the final exam will be rearranged according to the results of the mid-term exam.
Exam Room 1 has exactly 100 people.
If you want to enter the No. 1 examination room, you have to enter the top 100 in the promotion department.
From Monday to Friday, every day life is like Ctrl+V, paste and copy, lackluster.
Self-study, class break, class break, class, class, class, class...
But Jiang Huai felt strangely and sensitively that something else seemed to be closer to him. Things in life become scarce, and attention will be shifted to the details of life.
Jiang Huai gradually realized that he would pay more attention to the yellow and withered branches and leaves of the roadside trees, the dust falling on the evergreen bushes, the shape of the clouds blown out by the wind in the afterglow of the sunset, the twinkling stars at night when the weather is clear, and the night sky. Self-study, Bo Jian quietly took him by the hand and walked towards the dormitory, the palms of the two of them were slightly wet with sweat.
It may be that there are too many questions, and the proposition composition is not less written. Jiang Huai remembered a tacky proposition:
love life.
The time sequence changes again and again, and summer passes quietly.
Just entering October, it rained intermittently, and the sky suddenly cooled down.
There are many ginkgo trees planted in the No. 2 middle school, and the bright yellow fan-like leaves are muddy in the rain-soaked soil.
In the October exam, Jianghuai got his highest score since he entered high school.
His score was also high in the last preliminary exam, but it was because the questions on the preliminary exam paper were all taken directly from the summer homework. The whole class generally rose with the tide, and the average score was more than 600.
Now the six subjects of Chinese, Mathematics, English, and Physics and Chemistry have started a round of review. The schedule for the third year of senior high school is seven classes a day, and the Chinese, Mathematics, English, and Physics and Chemistry students are arranged one by one, with at least one class per day.
The only thing left is two physical education classes per week.
This monthly examination paper is said to be the questions given by the teachers of each group of the level department according to the difficulty of last year's college entrance examination paper.
However, because most of the students in the grade department have just started to review and have not covered much content, the questions for this monthly exam are relatively difficult.
JAC performed super-super-normal in this exam.
Six hundred and forty-four points.
The department ranks 101.
There are many top students in No. 2 Middle School, and the college entrance examination score of more than 640 is less than 100. But this time, all the departments in the monthly exam did not pass the exam. After the meeting for several days, the whole grade department, from teachers to students, was gloomy.
Except JAC.
It would be a lie to say that he was not excited. Although Jianghuai once thought he was a mature and strong man who did not change his face when the mountains collapsed in front of him, after the results of this monthly exam, Jianghuai read it in front of the report card on the bulletin board between classes for the first time in the morning. Almost twenty minutes.
This time, his Chinese composition in the monthly test was also selected as a model composition for the grade department, and the composition paper was printed out and distributed to all classes in the grade department... Of course, he is not the only model composition, there are a total of ten or so.
His article was also specially talked about by the Chinese teacher in the class.
An excerpt from the original words of the Chinese teacher: "Because this composition, everyone can see that the writing is not very good, and the impression points must be deducted, but in the end it can still get 55 points. I think the structure inside is similar to that of some celebrities. The use of famous sentences is worth learning.”
Chairman Bo's composition is of course also included in the printed model composition, and it is a model composition with excellent structure and writing, with a total score of 59... But it didn't affect Jiang Huai. Facing the printed paper of my composition, I admire myself alone.
Bo Jian looked at him sideways, and nudged him lightly with his elbow: "Is it that pretty?"
Jianghuai Taishan collapsed in front of him and said without changing his face: "It's not only beautiful, I'm going to frame it."
Bo Jian smiled: "Stick it on the bedside of the dormitory?"
"Frame two copies," Jiang Huai said, "and put one on the bedside of the dormitory, and I'll take the other home and paste it." He paused, then continued, "and put it on my desk."
Jiang Huai originally wanted to post it on the photo album, but suddenly remembered that the front of the photo album was rotten, and it would be useless to post another page on the back.
He said: "Recite the whole text."
Bo Jian's heart started to itch, he pulled Jiang Huai's arm off the table, and squeezed his hand: "A stern."
Jiang Huai withdrew his hand unceremoniously, lifted his lips to deny: "I didn't."
Recently, Jiang Huai was thinking about what birthday gift he would give Bo Jian on his birthday.
This is eighteen years old for both of them.
To be honest, for Jiang Huai, his eighteenth birthday means little to him... Unless he did something illegal and criminal, he doesn't think there will be much difference between being seventeen yesterday and eighteen tomorrow.
But Jiang Huai didn't want to treat Bo Jian's eighteen years of age too hastily.
Many people in the school knew that Bo Jian's birthday was on September 24th.
Bo Jian didn't ask for leave that day, and from morning to night, people came to the class to find Bo Jian to give him birthday presents at every recess. Bo Jian knew more people, and more people knew Bo Jian.
He was not familiar with Bo Jian at this time last year, so he didn't pay attention so much.
Bo Jianduan was used to the impeccable mask of a good student, polite and polite, making people mistakenly think that everything they gave him would be cherished, and they were also very close friends to him.
It's not the first time Jianghuai has discovered Bo Jian's falsehood.
But seeing Bao Jian, a beast, still smiling at people, throwing the postcards into the trash can after people left, he still couldn't help asking, "Why are you so hypocritical?"
"Am I hypocritical?" Bo Jian tilted his head and asked.
Jiang Huai: "What do you think?"
Bo Jian was silent for a while, then said softly, "I'm a hypocrite. But others can say it, but you can't."
Jiang Huai made him laugh angrily: "Then what do you want me to say?"
Bo Jian rubbed his thumb against Jiang Huai's palm: "Say you like me."
By November, Jiang Huai hadn't decided what coming-of-age gift he would give Bo Jian for his eighteenth birthday.
Because Mr. Bo is not short of money, he can buy everything he likes for himself, and he still chooses things when he uses them. Change to another ink... The ink smells wrong, it smells bad, and I'm not used to it.
Jiang Huai thought to himself that the elder and young master could grade his papers every day with the five yuan three gel pens he bought from the school convenience store.
How do you buy a birthday present for someone who is hopeless
Jiang Huai felt that there was only one way out of this matter.
Just ask Shi Bijing himself, and ask Shi Bijing to designate gifts for him, limited editions are fine, and new models that have not been released are also fine. As long as they can be bought, JAC will buy them for him.
But if you ask, Chairman Bo said "anything is fine", "whatever", and "it doesn't matter".
But instead of "what gift do you want me to give you" to "How about I give you a book", "How about I give you a pen", "How about I give you a handicraft", Chairman Bo's answer It becomes "don't want", "no shortage", "did you make the handicraft yourself".
It's a fart.
Jiang Huai thought that if he was the inheritor of the world's intangible cultural heritage, he would still go to school here. He was so angry that he thought about getting more points to get into T University... He had already been interviewed by the national documentary.
He felt that he had spent his entire life's patience on Bo Jian.
Bo Jian didn't even want it, so he continued to ask, "Then what do you want?"
Bo Jian: "Anything is fine."
JAC: "..."
"If you don't want to break up," he said with a fake smile, "I advise you to answer this question again."
Chairman Bo seemed to be slightly intimidated. He looked at Jiang Huai quietly for a while, and said with a low smile: "I have no answer, I will take whatever you give me... My birthday is not important, I just want to celebrate your birthday. You are eighteen years old."
Jiang Huai was also silent for a while: "But I also think so."
He also thought that his birthday was not important.
He wanted to celebrate Bo Jian's birthday.
Bo Jian was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes and kissed Jiang Huai's eyes: "Then you should always like me."
The birthday present I want is you.