Xia Zhiye also wanted to be gentle at first, but the control of the two affectionate teenagers was not so good.

When he realized that he was about to lose control, he tilted his head and tried to avoid it, Song Yan leaned over him and said in a low voice: "Xia Zhiye, this time I'm not too young, my body is better, and , I would."

The voice is faint, and the cool tone and texture are stained with the taste of spring night flowers, which are invitations and promises.

Xia Zhiye's palm on his waist couldn't help but exert a little force, his throat rolled slightly, and his voice was low and gentle: "Song Yan, are you sure?"

This kind of thing has to be asked again, whether it is a man or not.

Song Yan didn't have the cheek to say these words a second time, and he got up and left with blushing ears: "Forget it, if you don't want to pull it..."

However, before he finished speaking, he was pulled back by Xia Zhiye, put his arms around his waist again, and sealed the unspoken words with his lips. The undercurrent of the spring night became turbulent.

It wasn't until Song Yan's physical strength couldn't bear it any longer that he fell asleep exhausted in Xia Zhiye's arms.

When he woke up the next morning, Song Yan felt that his bones were about to disintegrate, his whole body hurt and his throat was hoarse.

I learned that it doesn't matter if you are beautiful this spring, but if you are beautiful three times in one night, it does matter.

The kind of urgency that kills.

He was lying on the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and when he saw Xia Zhiye come in with the porridge and open the door, his eyes were cold enough to kill someone.

Xia Zhiye glanced at the red mark on Song Yan's collar on the small piece of skin that was exposed, and knew that he had done too much last night. He coughed in a guilty conscience, sat down on the edge of the bed with the bowl in his hand, and touched his forehead. After confirming that there is no fever, he asked, "Does your stomach feel uncomfortable?"

Song Yan looked at him with a cold face: "You don't have any points in your heart?"

"..."

Although I cleaned up Song Yan very carefully and earnestly last night, but after all, it was the first time, I had no experience, and because of the sudden incident, I didn't wear that thing. If something really happened, then his boyfriend would You can forgive yourself.

So he asked in a low voice, "Should we go to the hospital if you're not feeling well?"

What are you going to the hospital for?

Go to the hospital and tell the doctor that his stomach hurts because his boyfriend is too impersonal?

Xia Zhiye can afford to lose this person, but he can't afford to lose this person.

"Go to a fucking hospital."

Song Yan gave Xia Zhiye a sullen look.

Xia Zhiye thought he didn't want to move, and continued to coax in a low voice, "Aren't you feeling sick to your stomach? Let's go to the hospital to see if there is any problem..."

"no problem."

Song Yan didn't want to continue this topic at all, and interrupted fiercely, "Except for a little that, there is no problem with the fart, okay, satisfied, can you start?"

Xia Zhiye was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what Song Yan meant by saying that. He reached out and rubbed the tip of his nose, forcibly restrained from laughing, lest Song Yan become angry and ignore him again, and then he held the bowl in one hand and the other He helped Song Yan and scooped a spoonful of porridge to his mouth.

Song Yan was so tired that he didn't even want to lift his hands, so he simply let Xia Zhiye feed him spoon by spoon.

Fortunately, Xia Zhiye, the maid in the room who had just been righted, was also very happy. After serving Song Yan, eating, drinking, and washing up, she also lay down on the bed, holding Song Yan and planning to sleep together for a while.

As soon as he met Song Yan, Song Yan stepped back vigilantly, making Xia Zhiye angry and funny: "Am I that kind of person?"

Song Yan snorted coldly, "Aren't you that kind of person?"

"..."

Xia Zhiye was unable to refute with confidence for a while, and could only cough awkwardly, "Pay attention later, pay attention later."

"Do you still want the future?"

Song Yan felt that this person was just daydreaming and kicked Xia Zhiye out of bed.

Xia Zhiye climbed up again consciously, got into the quilt, and coaxed patiently, "Don't worry, I will practice more in the future, improve my technology, and ensure the user experience, and I will not charge for the first time."

"Stupid."

Song Yan finally couldn't help but scolded with a smile, and didn't kick Xia Zhiye away again.

Xia Zhiye hugged Song Yan, rubbed his waist for him, and asked, "Then what are we doing today, are we just resting at home, or do you want to play?"

"Aren't you guys on vacation today?"

Song Yan asked.

"Well." Xia Zhiye asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is there anyone in my seat?"

"No. No one took your seat after that."

"Then let's go back to No. 3 Middle School." Song Yan lowered her eyelashes and said lightly, "Sneak in and study for self-study last night."

Walk through the woods hand in hand.

Just like every other campus couple.

Knowing Song Yan's thoughts, Xia Zhiye hugged him tighter: "Okay."

Thanks to the lax management of No. 3 Middle School and the cover of chubby Zhao Ruiwen, Song Yan managed to infiltrate the third class of Nanwu No. 3 Middle School.

It just so happened that it was the head teacher Ruan Tian who stayed late for self-study on the weekend. With her acquiescence and the collective feigning blindness of the whole class, Song Yan successfully sat back to the last row of his classroom by the window.

Although the classroom was moved from the original floor to the first floor for the convenience of senior high school students, when he sat back in this position, Song Yan suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he was back a year ago, he was not forced to leave, nor was he forced to leave. didn't go to Beijing.

Instead, together with Xia Zhiye, together with this group of classmates who, although they seem unreliable, made him feel the warmth of being accepted by the collective, they are preparing for the college entrance examination and preparing for a better life.

He squeezed the brim of his baseball cap and pressed it down hard, trying to cover his potentially revealing eyes.

However, Xia Zhiye still found it, and held his hand gently under the table. The sleeves of the school uniform were wide and hung down naturally, blocking their fingertips.

Song Yan didn't let go, just took a review knowledge point from Xia Zhiye's table with the other hand and read it silently.

Xia Zhiye didn't bother him either, just held his hand, then held the pen with the other hand, and made key points on the notebook one by one.

The windows of the classroom were half open, and the night wind blew in faintly, the incandescent lamps on the ceiling were quietly lit, and a few spots of light fell on the smooth table top.

On the blackboard in front of the classroom, in the upper right corner is written a large "Countdown to 93 days", and the students sitting in the classroom are no longer secretly chatting and passing notes during self-study like a year ago. Playing games or even fighting landlords with three people, but they just bury their heads in review, write hard, and fight for a better life in the future.

The classroom was so quiet that only the sound of pages turning pages and the swishing of the tip of a pen across the paper.

In such an environment, Song Yan and Xia Zhiye secretly held hands under the table, enjoying this rare tranquility and comfort.

However, it didn't take long for the fat man who had just gone to the toilet to run in from the back door of the classroom with a nervous expression on his face, out of breath: "Brother Yan, Master Xia, you...you hurry up... cough, cough—"

Because he spoke too hastily, he choked on the saliva and coughed until his face was red.

Xia Zhiye patted him on the back, and said lazily, "Speak slowly, there are no ghosts chasing him."

"Oh, I can't slow down, I can't slow down, there are no ghosts chasing him, but Liu Deqing is chasing after him!" Little Fatty finally let go of his breath, and he was so anxious that he died, "I don't know if he has nothing to do, but it's a big weekend night. He even came to inspect the evening self-study, when I came, he was already at the gate of the third class, you two, hurry up and run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice came from the back door of the classroom: "Who is this! Why don't you stand on someone else's seat for self-study at night! Do you like standing? If you like standing, come to the Academic Affairs Office and stand. Stand in front of me! Eh...wait...why is there one more person in your class?"

When Liu Deqing saw that there was one more person next to Xia Zhiye, which should have been vacant, he was stunned for a while, and then felt a little familiar.

When he reacted again, Xia Zhiye threw his schoolbag out of the window, and then shouted, "Brother, run away," and the two of them nimbly supported the window sill, jumped lightly, and came out of the window.

The remaining Liu Deqing, who finally reacted, rushed to the window angrily and shouted angrily, "Xia Zhiye! Why is it you again!"

He shouted angrily and prepared to jump through the window to catch up.

However, the legs are not long enough, and the stomach is big enough, supporting the window sill, and holding the short legs around for a long time, was stunned that none of them were lifted up, and the pants were covered with dust, and was in a mess.

He could only give up the charge plan and shouted at the two arrogant backs on their birthdays: "Xia Zhiye! Song Yan! Come back to me both of you! Come back to me right away! Don't rely on you being a Qingbei seedling to not enforce the school rules. In the eyes! Come back soon! Do you hear me!"

I heard.

But don't care.

Xia Zhiye and Song Yan were carrying their schoolbags, holding hands, and while laughing, they ran to the short fence at the back of the school without looking back.

The more Liu Deqing thought about it, the more angry he became, but he had no choice but to anger his nephew. He turned around and kicked Liu Yue's table leg: "Why are you standing there! Go out the window and help me chase!"

Liu Yue righteously straightened his desk, which had been kicked upside down, picked up his English book, and said sternly: "I'm sorry, teacher, time is precious, I have to concentrate on my studies."

Liu Deqing: "???"

When did your kid love learning so much? ? ?

Do you think I'm stupid? !

But this excuse was too high-sounding, so he couldn't refute, he could only look up at Ruan Tian angrily: "Mr. Ruan! How can you let students from other schools into the classroom! This is irresponsible to our schoolmates, you know? !"

Ruan Tian looked innocent: "I thought that Song Yan's English is very, very good, better than all the students in our grade, so I asked him to share his learning experience, but I didn't expect to be scared by the director before I could share it. It's a shame to run away."

Liu Deqing: "???"

So is my question?

With a questioning gaze, Ruan Tian still looked innocent: "If you don't believe me, ask them."

The whole class nodded in unison, including his own nephew.

Liu Deqing: "..."

Even though he clearly knew something was wrong, he couldn't say anything, so he could only get angry and quickly organize the language, intending to have a good fight with the people in this class.

However, before he could speak, Zhao Ruiwen, the study committee member next to him, pushed his glasses and said solemnly, "Director Liu, there are 93 days left for the college entrance examination. Everyone is very nervous about reviewing, and time is precious. You have already wasted three of them. There are 37 students in the classroom now, that is 111 minutes, how do you plan to compensate the students for this time?"

Liu Deqing: "?"

"So please Director Liu not to delay everyone's study."

After speaking, Zhao Ruiwen lowered his head to answer the question, without giving another look.

The rest of the class followed suit.

The entire classroom instantly restores a very good and positive learning atmosphere, which is unbearable to destroy.

Only Liu Deqing was left standing blankly on the spot.

Did he really do something wrong?

Then he goes?

Song Yan and Xia Zhiye, who managed to escape from the crime scene under the cover of the whole class, have successfully climbed out of the back door of the school.

When Song Yan jumped off the wall, Xia Zhiye still caught Song Yan knowing that he didn't need it.

As a result, one of them didn't stand still, and although he caught it, one stumbled and fell, and by the way, dragged Song Yan, who should have stood firm, and fell onto the lawn on the back slope.

"hiss"

After two painful breaths, Song Yan slammed Xia Zhiye with a punch: "Who the hell wants you to take it!"

Xia Zhiye smiled and hugged Song Yan: "Oh, it's not trying to restore the idol drama scene and failed, don't be angry, I watched a lot of school dramas and learned it specially, but I didn't know they were lying."

"Are you an idiot? The heroines in school dramas are only a few dozen pounds? I can compare with them, are you not arrogant about the fact that your boyfriend is a big man?" Although Song Yan scolded, but still Unable to hold back, she was so foolishly forced to laugh out loud by Xia Zhiye.

Xia Zhiye hugged even tighter, and asked with a smile, "I've finally experienced an exciting campus puppy love now? How do you feel?"

Song Yan thought of Liu Deqing's frantic look at the window just now, and nodded: "It feels good."

"It's not bad, then can we continue with the next campus project of secretly falling in love." Xia Zhiye looked at Song Yan, and there was a hint of guile in the bottom of his light brown eyes.

However, Scholar Song didn't notice it because he was in a very good mood. He just lay lazily on Xia Zhiye and asked, "What project? Let's hear it?"

Xia Zhiye blinked: "Kissing secretly in the corner of the campus at night."

"...Grass! Xia Zhiye! Do you want a face... um..."

Song Yan's annoyed and angry words were finally submerged in a low chuckle and the gentle night wind.

The peach blossoms on the back slope of No. 3 Middle School opened again, and swayingly fell a petal or two, brushed the cheeks of the two, and gently dropped some blessings.

Song Yan closed her eyes in self-denial and thought, forget it, considering the comfort and excitement of this puppy love campus project, she temporarily spared Xia Zhiye's life.

It just fulfilled those envy and expectations that he had when he was alone in Beijing watching other campus couples get tired.

But only temporarily.

Next time Xia Zhiye becomes a dog, he will definitely beat him.

must.

Song Yan secretly made up his mind.