After chatting with the dean for a while, the two came out of the academy building. Ling Lang had always had doubts in his heart, and only now did he have the opportunity to ask.
"President Fang Cai said that you are suspended from school... What's the matter?"
Feng Hao smiled noncommittally, "That's what you heard."
"When the two of us talked for the first time, you said that you graduated from Huying..."
"I said I'm from Huying," Feng Hao interrupted him, "there is no word for graduation."
"why?"
"Why hide from you?"
"...No, why did you leave school?"
"I explained it at the time because something happened at home that had to be resolved."
Ling Lang can't remember what Feng Hao said at the beginning, "It's serious enough to have to drop out of school to solve it?"
"It's really more important than schoolwork."
"Will you look down on me because I didn't graduate from college?" Feng Hao asked suddenly.
Ling Lang was stunned, "Of course not."
Feng Hao smiled and said nothing.
Ling Lang was still thinking, "The third year of school is suspended, so it's the year after my graduation?"
"Yeah," Feng Hao said in a relaxed tone, "A campus without seniors is really unbearable."
Ling Lang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't make trouble."
"I didn't make trouble," Feng Hao said lightly, no matter how he looked, it didn't look like he was joking.
"Has your problem been solved in the end?"
Feng Hao gave him a meaningful look, "It's perfect."
Some juniors and juniors recognized them and ran up to ask for autographs to take a group photo. After sending everyone away, the two of them were already at the door of the school's theater.
The classmates in charge of reception saw the two of them coming, and quickly led them to their seats. Today is the last day of the drama festival, and the finale is the anti-Japanese drama "The Brave Immortal".
When Feng Hao saw the title of the film on the flyer, he couldn't help laughing out loud, "It's a coincidence that they actually flipped this. Is this a tribute to the senior?"
Ling Lang couldn't help rubbing his neck. Of course, this small gesture did not escape Feng Hao's eyes.
"You asked to take it off yourself, but you are not used to taking it off, and you are not honest at all," Feng Hao whispered in Ling Lang's ear again.
Ling Lang didn't react at first, but when he realized what he was referring to, his face became slightly hot.
"Why am I not used to it?" Ling Lang retorted.
"You've touched it three times in such a short time," Feng Hao pierced him on the spot.
"...I just wanted to make sure it was taken down."
"I shouldn't listen to you to take it off, it's not my style to say no."
"It's your style to make things worse."
"You're right," Feng Hao applauded, "I'll find it elsewhere, and the punishment that I promised can't just be ignored."
"Last night you obviously forgot," Ling Lang disagreed.
"If I pet you, I will talk back, so you should wear it all day."
The camera swiped from the direction where the two were seated, and Feng Hao waved at the camera with a harmless smile, as if the two were just having an intimate conversation.
Not far behind them, two Huying's classmates were quickly flying their thumbs on their phones.
- Did you hear what they said
- The sound is too low to hear!
—Listen carefully!
—Ah, I heard one!
- what is it
- Feng Hao said... You've already touched the kung fu three times in such a short period of time!
—Ah! Is that the kind of person Lai Yindi is? !
- Sure enough, people can't be seen!
- I heard that too!
— what is what? !
- The actor said last night...
- How was last night? !
- I can't hear it later, it was last night anyway! !
- It's mind blowing! ! !
"Hey! Don't think about it there!" Since Ling Lang and Feng Hao got off the bus, the assistant's eyes never left the manager, and he finally managed to see him.
"I've explained it many times, I'm just pretending to be a fan, don't think too much!"
The assistant stared at him for a long time, and then mechanically turned his head 90 degrees, with an expression he couldn't bear to look directly at.
The agent jumped, "Don't think that I won't know what you're thinking about if you don't make a sound!"
The robot assistant said with difficulty: "Don't say it anymore, the perverted father of the actor."
"Dad your sister!!!"
The lights in the theater had already gone out, and the actors on the stage were very engaged, and Ling Lang watched it very seriously. He knows all the lines of the play by heart, and some changes have been made to the script, but the overall direction still respects the original work.
The plot quickly progressed to the last scene. When the protagonist was tied and forced out by Wu Hua, Ling Lang subconsciously swallowed, and a male hand reached out from the side and attached to his thigh.
Ling Lang suddenly realized something, turned his head quickly, and recognized Feng Hao's tough outline in the extremely weak light. Ling Lang would never forget that the occasion when Feng Hao said he fell in love with him at first sight was the moment when he appeared.
Noticing the abnormality of the people around him, Feng Hao also turned his head to look, his eyes met, and Feng Hao suddenly thought of Ling Lang.
"Don't think too much, he is far worse than you," Feng Hao said in his ear.
Ling Lang didn't believe it, this apprentice clearly acted very well.
"You guys aren't the same kind of people at all, he's just playing this role, and you," Feng Hao puffed in Ling Lang's ear mischievously, "from head to toe you exude the aura of abusing me."
Hearing Feng Hao's relief, Ling Lang didn't know whether he should be happy or not.
Feng Hao pointed to the front, "Did you see that location? I was there to photograph you at the time," he pointed to the stage again, "You're standing there, no more than two meters away from me."
"You can't see me, but I can see you very clearly. We are the same kind, and I recognize it at first sight."
Feng Hao's magical voice mixed with a temptation breathed into Ling Lang's ears word by word, "Do you know what I was thinking at the time? I want to tie you tightly with a rope, and slash your clothes with a knife. Cut open and expose your body bit by bit, here, here, and here…”
Feng Hao's hand slid on Ling Lang at a speed that no one else could detect. Ling Lang's spirit of worrying about exposure was extremely tense, but his body felt as if he was bound.
"Your eyes want it but don't want it, every line sounds like a moan to me, I rape you through the lens of the camera, every time you press the shutter, it runs through your body... Can you feel it? "
Ling Lang closed his eyes, and the scenes described by Feng Hao passed in front of his eyes like a slideshow. He vaguely remembered the dream he had after going to Feng Hao's house for the first time, and today that dream seems to have turned into reality.
The sound of gunfire woke Ling Lang, Feng Hao's hand finally landed on his sensitive part, where he pressed it hard and then quickly pulled it away, thunderous applause sounded in his ears, and Feng Hao also clapped as if nothing had happened, as if he had just borrowed it. It's not him who is doing things in the dark.
"Today can only be regarded as a warm-up for work. The company has authorized you to rest for two more days. After that, you will enter the devil's rush to work. All the work that has been delayed in the past few months will have to be made up, you know?" On the way back, the agent was fierce. Baba said.
"Okay," Feng Hao spread his hands helplessly, "The actor's perverted father."
"Dad, your sister!"
Feng Hao turned his head to face Ling Lang, "I'm really stressed out that you have such a father."
As soon as the agent threw the schedule in his hand, "I quit!"
Ling Lang took over the housework while Feng Hao was injured, and now he has returned to the days when Feng Hao took care of the kitchen and waited on his knees.
After packing up the last knife, Feng Hao issued an instruction to Ling Lang to go to bed. This time Ling Lang learned to be good, but he dared not pretend to forget it again. Came over and looked at it, and gave it back to him.
"Not this one, the one with the bell."
There are many collars in Feng Hao's collection, each of which has a different purpose. When he wants to do it, he will put a collar on Ling Lang with a copper bell. The sound of the bell is very special, low and deep.
The collar with the copper bell was sent to Feng Hao. Ling Lang raised his head slightly and asked his master to put the collar on for him. Feng Hao slid his fingertips over the bell and let out a low moan when he heard this familiar voice. With the sound, Ling Lang's body actually had a conditioned reflex involuntarily.
Seeing Ling Lang's reaction, Feng Hao giggled. Even though he had exposed his body in front of this person countless times, his laughter still made Ling Lang feel ashamed.
He buried his head and heard Feng Hao's voice coming from above his head.
"We should be very busy for the next period of time, maybe there is not much time to be together, so it is necessary for me to finish the unfinished things."
Ling Lang remembered the mobile phone number plan. In the past few months, the two had been in and out of the same place almost 24 hours a day, making phone contact unnecessary, so the plan was naturally shelved.
"I've already recorded ten digits of your mobile phone number. Why don't you fill in the last digit while you have the last two days of vacation?"
Ling Lang bit his lower lip and waited there, feeling a little nervous and expectant. He didn't know what kind of trick Feng Hao would play this time. Unexpectedly, the other party simply took out a cover from his arms and placed it in Ling Lang's place. in front of Lang.
When Ling Lang was surprised, Feng Hao took out the second and third... until there were nine in a row, Ling Lang raised his head in confusion.
"I said that once you learn to wear it with your mouth, you won't need it. Now these are no longer needed, there are only a few left, so just use them all at once."
Feng Hao tapped on the first cover, "What's your last mobile phone number, we'll use a few."
Ling Lang opened his mouth in surprise, then lowered his head to look at the sleeves arranged in a row in front of him, and then thought of something interesting. His mouth was tightly pressed into a line, but he couldn't restrain the upward curvature of the corners of his mouth.
Feng Hao rarely saw him happy like this, so he didn't rush him, just waited patiently for him to finish laughing.
It seemed that the preparation was done, and Ling Lang spoke only then, unable to hide a little smugness in his voice, "My last number is 0."
Feng Hao was also happy when he heard it, and Ling Lang couldn't help laughing again after being infected by his smile.
It was not until Ling Lang finished laughing again that Feng Hao put his hand into his arms with a smile, took out the last cover and placed it quietly in front of Ling Lang.
"Zero is ten."