Kou Dong glanced at the mug in his hand.
White, clean and sleek, nothing special—just an ordinary cup. He didn't even want to use this, he could only understand that the NPC's fault had been committed again, and he had to pick something out for him.
So he brought the whole teapot to him, and asked sincerely, "Why don't you point it directly at the spout?"
He has seen a difficult NPC, but he has never seen such a difficult one—drinking coffee and expecting to drink flowers
The psychology teacher was half-slumped on the sofa, smiling uncontrollably, and it took a long time to recover. He patted the little space beside him, motioning for Kou Dong to sit down.
Kou Dong was not very happy seeing him smiling, so he lingered and squeezed on the same sofa with him.
The sofa is not big, it is usually just a place where Kou Dong sits and reads alone, but now two grown men squeezed side by side, leaning against one place inevitably. The aura coming from the young man was warm and peaceful, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, without any perverted temperament. He squeezed one of his lover's hands and played with it repeatedly in his own hand, fingers intertwined intimately, "Are you angry?"
Kou Dong didn't answer.
"Don't be angry," the psychology teacher said in a softer tone, holding his waist halfway, "I'm just here to accompany you."
"..."
Kou Dong thought to himself, to be reasonable, should you accompany me or should I accompany you
Although he didn't say it out loud, his eyes clearly said everything.
The young man paused for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled up in a half-smile.
"Why are you looking at me like that, baby?—want to water the flowers?"
Kou Dong doesn’t know which word is more stimulating, baby or watering flowers—but judging by the expression of the psychology teacher, this flower watering is definitely not a simple and normal watering exercise—maybe the one being watered is his delicate flower .
In order to prove that he didn't want to, he immediately looked away.
The psychology teacher started laughing again. Kou Dong glanced at him from the corner of his eye, thinking for the first time that the NPC might be a lunatic.
It was the first time he had seen a young man so happy. This state of euphoria has been maintained since they dated until now. He feels that he is not like a small cake, but like a plate of pistachios with strong potency. Same as sugar.
Thieves tired.
His attempt to evict him was unsuccessful, the man didn't leave, he was still in the same room with him, and he even put on a posture of wanting to keep him company late at night, and took out a game of checkers from the drawer.
Kou Dong's temples twitched, but in the end he couldn't hold him back, and sat down in front of the chessboard.
Thinking about it, he said to himself, playing chess is better than admiring chrysanthemums.
At least safe.
Thinking about it this way, Kou Dong's life suddenly becomes brighter. He sat down firmly and asked, "What color chess pieces do you use?"
The psychology teacher held a blue chess piece between his fingers.
When Kou Dong saw it, he reached out to touch the black. Before he could reach it, another hand suddenly appeared above the chessboard. The man grabbed his hand and led him in another direction without refusal: "You use red."
Kou Tiantian was even more puzzled.
"why?"
Is there a color requirement for this? What are you doing, checkers Olympics? ?
The psychology teacher rested his hand on his chin, looking a little lazy. His light amber eyes stared at the person in front of him without blinking. Being stared at by such pupils, there is always a feeling of being peeped into the heart.
Immediately, the psychology teacher replied: "Because it deserves."
Kou Dong: "..."
His expression gradually changed from bewildered to suddenly enlightened, and from suddenly enlightened to the surprise and contempt of a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone.
Is it because red and blue have produced CP since ancient times
He thought from the bottom of his heart, what kind of loneliness has this NPC become, so that he can arrange so many almost brain-dead content in his own date?
But the psychology teacher is obviously more perverted than he thought. In order to make this checkers game more exciting and interesting, he proposed a new weight: take off a piece of clothing after losing a game.
Kou Dong always felt that he had seen this plot in the introductions of many Japanese action movies starting with the first letter and the twenty-third letter.
After he finished speaking, Kou Dong secretly lifted the collar of his sweater to make sure how many he was wearing.
Ah, very good. At first glance, it was all white meat.
There were no clothes to be found at all.
Kou Dong felt that this game was going to be at a disadvantage, and adhering to the principle of equality, he took the lead in inquiring: "How many pieces do you wear?"
"I?"
The overcoat worn by the psychology teacher had already been hung in the entrance, but now it was only a thin layer of shirt, and even the faint flesh color could be seen through the fabric of the shirt, and he said calmly, "I'm wearing one, it's fair. "
Kou Dong didn't believe his nonsense, even if they both wore one, it wouldn't be fair, and whether he took it off or the other party took it off, it wasn't a good thing for him at all. He was very clear-headed, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, so he wouldn't be fooled by the NPC's few words.
But the NPC is determined to play, and Kou Dong can only choose to cooperate in the opponent's dating arena, "Socks count as two pieces."
The man's eyes flicked in the direction of his feet.
Kou Dong was very vigilant, and immediately retracted his feet.
There was a smile on the thin lips of the psychology teacher.
"It counts as one."
"Two," Kou Dong said, "two socks, why count as one?"
"..."
The man didn't refute, but narrowed his amber pupils slightly, and looked him up and down like a cat.
"So unconfident?"
This level of provocative general method is useless to Kou Dong. He is also thick-skinned now, and he is not a young man who can be excited by a few words that are similar to sarcasm, so his heart is calm and calm, and he even urged the progress: "Hurry up, hurry up."
Hurry up and finish the dating project, and he can go back to the game home to have a good sleep.
There is only one reading light in the room. The light is not too dazzling, and the walls and furniture are coated with a layer of warm yellow; Kou Dong sits opposite the man, playing checkers with concentration.
He couldn't remember whether he played it when he was a child, after all, his childhood memories have long been lost. But this seems to be engraved in his instincts. From the moment he got the chess pieces, he started to build bridges and pave the way for himself, trying to go straight to the opponent's lair.
The psychiatrist seems to be not very proficient, all the chess pieces are suppressed by him, the good road is blocked in several places, and it takes a lot of effort to get to the middle of the chessboard, and there are still a few chess pieces standing there alone as if they are separated from each other. The Cowherd and Weaver Girl in Tianhe are waiting for rescue.
His expression also gradually became serious, holding a translucent marble between his slender fingers, trying to build another bridge for his Cowherd and Weaver Girl.
Kou Dong had sharp eyes and quick hands, and when it was his turn, he went up and collapsed his magpie bridge.
The psychology teacher who is still holding chess pieces: "..."
He looked a little dazed for a moment.
Kou Dong was finally relieved, the feeling of being aggrieved by the other party's control from the beginning moved back a little, and his morale couldn't help but boosted. He led his soldiers to charge recklessly, and quickly killed the man's chessboard without leaving any pieces, playing checkers with the momentum of a Go master.
When his last pawn returned to its place, the psychology teacher shrugged, as if he had nothing to say, he unbuttoned his shirt naturally and put it on the sofa.
His figure is not very strong, but his smooth lines and tight muscles seem to be soaked in hormones. He is the kind of figure that looks thin when he is dressed and undressed, and he glows beautifully under the orange light. color.
Kou Dong, who was shocked by this scene, held his breath slightly. Unexpectedly, the other party took off his shirt when he came up, and the two socks were pushed back instead. —The abnormal psychology is beyond words.
The psychology teacher didn't seem to care, and didn't care at all that he was naked, "Continue."
Shirtless what? Kou Dong convinced himself that when the weather is hot, there are quite a few shirtless men on the street.
He looked away, concentrating on the game. In the second game, the psychology teacher lost again.
Kou Dongyuan opened his eyes to see what he was going to do this time, if he really dared to touch his pants, he would definitely not do it.
Fortunately, the psychology teacher was more gentle than expected, and was not in a hurry to expose, but took off a sock naturally.
"one."
Kou Dong nodded.
The two sides started the third round. This time, Kou Dong released some water without any trace. But I don't know whether it's his luck or the NPC deliberately let him, he still finished the game first with the advantage of three chess pieces.
The psychology teacher's other black sock was also placed on the floor, leaving only one pair of trousers, with two long legs slightly overlapping. Kou Dong himself was well-groomed and sat cross-legged, staring at the chessboard without blinking.
"Fourth game!"
In the fourth game, the situation began to reverse.
Kou Dong's original advantage gradually shrunk, and almost none remained of those who were killed in the end. His chess pieces were pitifully squeezed on the edge, and if he wanted to get close to his goal, it would be like Tang Monk going to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. —Besides, the main roads among them are all guarded by the opponent, and he is not given the opportunity at all.
Every time Kou Dong sees a new path, the next second he will be blocked by the psychology teacher's chess pieces. So again and again, even a fool can detect something is wrong.
In the first few games, the man was obviously playing defensively.
"..."
Kou Dong's attention was fully raised now, he stared at the chessboard intently, and mobilized all his brain cells to break the game. He was so focused that he didn't realize that the man's eyes had lifted from the chessboard and turned to look at him without blinking.
If Kou Dong saw that kind of gaze, he might be afraid of it.
—What kind of gaze is that
Like pity, but also full of overwhelming madness and possessiveness—they accumulated in the man's eyes like dark clouds, and were suddenly covered up by the thick waves in the blink of an eye. The psychology teacher lowered his eyes and heard him let out a small cheer, "I found it!"
The young man placed the chess piece near the middle, completely taking the opponent's shortcut as his own.
The situation was reversed again. Relying on this path, he actually transported most of the chess pieces abruptly, which was a step ahead.
"I won," Kou Dong added the last step, and said, "You..."
He wanted to say "You lost, stop here", but at this moment he felt a strange movement. That voice was quite familiar to him, as if something suddenly spread out from the air, and then closed in one place.
The slight wind blown by the wings even rushed to his face, accompanied by the slightly shining phosphor powder.
Kou Dong's breathing stopped suddenly.
He stared at the ground.
There lay two dark shadows.
On the back of the man sitting opposite, soft curves are slowly swaying—they are huge and graceful, curling up quietly on the back of the psychology teacher.
The man's hands covered the belt.
"I lost again." His voice was unhurried, not displeased by repeated defeats, but revealing almost weird joy.
"—Is it my turn?"
The author has something to say:
Psychology teacher: I am different from them, and they are not as good as me.
(suddenly proud)
None of them!
Ye Yanzhi: ...? ?
Who can't