tall rose

Chapter 40 XL

"If you want to fight, please choose another place. There is surveillance here, and the office is next to it." Yang Sheng patted the wall dust he rubbed against his shoulder, and said unhurriedly to the person in front of him, "I already owe Lao Lu It's just a favor, I don't want to cause him any more trouble, please forgive me."

"I've always wondered, are you related to that old man?" Yuan Liquan bit an unlit cigarette, frowned displeasedly, "Being partial to you is like favoring his own son."

"It's not good to gossip about people behind their backs." Yang Sheng sneered with a good temper, "I just have good grades. I have always been in the top [-] in my grade, and my grades in individual subjects are higher than your total score."

"Good grades are great! You're not a disgusting pervert!" Yuan Liquan pulled out his cigarette and threw it into the trash can in the corner of the corridor. The one in Class 34..."

"The one in class 34 is my boyfriend." Yang Sheng said calmly, "You have to know that class 34 is a science-focused class, and his single subject scores are higher than your total score."

"Although Lao Lu said that arts and sciences are not comparable, my boyfriend's score in English is 5 points higher than yours."

As he spoke, his sneer could not help but bring a bit of soft sincerity. Yang Sheng took two steps forward and pushed the body committee, who was half a head taller than him, into the corner. He spoke slowly again: "If you want to threaten me with this matter, please feel free. Then I can kiss my boyfriend in public and declare my sovereignty."

"Zhengchou can't tell you one or two, brother has a boyfriend."

"Dog//Dark!" Yuan Liquan's huge fist hit Yang Sheng's eye socket, but was clamped by Yang Sheng's wrist impartially, and he couldn't break free or retreat even for a while.

Yang Sheng glanced at the purple-red hand from the cold, and imitated its owner's disgust and clicked his tongue twice: "I said, if you want to fight, find another place. There is a surveillance camera above your head. The other thing is to collect the cigarettes in the trash can." As soon as you accept it, the grade director is quite abnormal, and will check the trash cans in the entire teaching building."

"At that time, he will have to trouble Lao Lu again, and Lao Lu will trouble our whole class again. As a representative of the physical education class, at least you have a sense of collective consciousness in the class."

"Fuck, let me go!" Yuan Liquan struggled, and the other hand came towards him; Yang Sheng didn't move, he simply twisted his wrist, twisting it like a spiral, just a little bit You can hear the sound of the wrist bone dislocating.

"Don't move around." Yang Sheng glanced at his raised fist, "If you move again, you won't be able to participate in the sports meeting. After all, I'm not as bad as you, and I still want to compete with you on the field."

After all, the good student who didn't want to cause trouble let go of his fragile wrist, and pressed his master against the corner: "Aren't you dissatisfied with my grades? If I beat you in running, are you going to give me a hand?" Kneel down and kowtow?"

"Of course I'm also afraid of losing my life. You can run to the middle of the playground and yell ten sentences that you are an idiot."

"Well, if you don't say anything, you agree?"

Yuan Liquan supported the edge of the trash can with one hand, standing in a state of embarrassment, "Then what if you lose?" His eyes widened, bloodshot from the whites of his eyes.

Yang Sheng frowned helplessly, and said in puzzlement, "Obviously you found the job for me, so why should I bear the consequences of losing?"

"Oh, I thought of it. If I lose, I'll break your leg. It's just a retaliation."

Immediately, with a little effort, he tugged on the sports committee's collar and threw him to the corner, then symbolically patted the dust on his shoulders, put his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the stairway where there were few people between classes.

The class bell rang, and Lao Lu stood at the corner of the corridor watching him.

Yang Sheng had no choice but to squeeze out a sincere smile and said, "Hello, teacher."

It's not clear whether Lao Lu saw what was going on in the corridor, but he did not question Yang Sheng about anything.

Yang Sheng also had no choice but to put Lao Lu aside for the time being, and deal with the sports meeting first.

Now after washing every day, Xia Zang took the trouble to apply hand cream to Yang Sheng's both paws.

It was cold, and because he washed his hands in cold water every day, he unconsciously cracked some small pink cracks on the back of his hands; this would happen in winter before, so Yang Sheng himself didn't care about anything, but at most it was a little itchy and painful.

But Naihe Xiazang was as careful as a hair, grabbed his claws, and applied hand cream without any explanation, until there was no crack on his hands, he still refused to give up.

"Winter is not over yet, we must persevere." Xia Zang said while painting.

"I don't think it doesn't matter if I stick to it or not," Yang Sheng teased, "The point is, brother, you have to stick to it, anyway, you paint it on me."

"Yeah, so that's what I said for myself." Xia Zang put the hand cream back on the bedside table, and then gently let go of Yang Sheng's warm paws. You have a meal."

"elder brother--"

"This trick is invalid."

Xia Zang, who had finished speaking in vain, let Yang Sheng rub against his arms indulgently, and said thoughtfully, "Why don't we buy a stove to warm our hands? I saw that there was one in the supermarket two days ago. For sale, I've been thinking about buying it, but I've been forgetting about it."

"But when the college entrance examination is over next year, we won't live here; it's a waste to buy it." Yang Sheng continued to rub his eyes with his eyes closed, as if he had to do this to keep warm.

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Xia Zang said helplessly as he brushed his hairy short hair.

"It's okay, it's not cold now." Yang Sheng muttered.

"Then get up and do the questions and read the book..."

"do not want!"

Anyway, thanks to Xia Zang's blessing, Yang Sheng's hands are tender and white like peeled bamboo shoots now; if it weren't for the scars left by glass shards or razor blades on the palms, and the scratches between the index and middle fingers from writing. Callous, Yang Sheng could barely recognize that it was his own claw.

Xia Zang asked him about the scars on his hands, and couldn't resist stripping off his clothes to see if there were any other scars.

In order to keep some privacy for himself, Yang Sheng locked his boyfriend on the bed, and told him seriously that he would show him when they completely exchanged each other.

Xia Zang: "So there are really other scars?"

Yang Sheng: "Brother, your focus is skewed!"

"Suddenly I feel that it's not easy for you to grow so big." Later, Xia Zang finally found the burn on Yang Sheng's back, and after pressing it, the shackles on his body were loosened.

"That's not how big it is." Yang Sheng shrank into Xia Zang's arms and let out a leisurely breath.

After all, enough of being coquettish, Yang Sheng regained his spirit and decided to continue studying.

Thinking of continuing the extremely effective way of heating before going to bed, Yang Sheng suddenly felt more motivated to study.

"However, brother, don't think about taking my clothes off later, don't think about—"

So Xia Zang added another activity to roaming his mind while studying, that is, thinking about what happened to his boyfriend before he met him.

But Yang Sheng didn't want to say more, so he naturally wouldn't ask more.

Whenever Yang Sheng is willing to speak, he will naturally listen carefully.

Xia Zang seriously put a question mark on the boyfriend's little secret of how many scars he has on his body.

Before this column, there is "Who is the object of Yang Sheng's spring/dream", this problem has been solved, and Xia Zang wrote the answer: "It's me."

There is also "Why Yang Sheng sleepwalked". This question has been shelved for many years. in the most conspicuous places.

In addition, Yang Sheng really doesn't seem to like sweets...Xia Zang always wants to speak up, and don't force him if he doesn't like it, but this person still drinks sweet soy milk and hot cocoa until he can't help but hum.

So why does Yang Sheng always say that Xia Zang is pampering him, when he himself pampers Xia Zang very seriously.

As for the sports meeting, Xia Zang didn't have any events; there were many boys in the science class, and those who volunteered to participate and those who were forced to participate were all in a row, so there were no events left for him.

That's good too, when the time comes, he can find the team from class five and mix in to cheer for Yang Sheng.

There are two or three days until the sports meeting, and Xia Zang wonders if he should buy some chocolate and glucose; after excessive consumption, it is necessary to add sugar, but this unlucky child does not like sugar.

In addition, after these two days of running exercises, Xia Zang grabbed Yang Sheng and walked back to the teaching building as usual, always faintly feeling that there were eyes behind him looking at the two of them.

Xia Zang turned his head to look, but he still only saw bustling crowds in groups of twos and threes.

"It feels like someone is watching us." But Xia Zang still raised his mouth with Yang Sheng, feeling a little uneasy.

"It's okay, just watch it." Yang Sheng smiled indifferently, "Anyway, my boyfriend is good-looking."

It is true to say that, maybe people just look at it casually.

Xia Zang felt relieved, and happily replied to Yang Sheng: "My boyfriend is also very good-looking."

"Sheng'er, Yuan Liquan and his gang have settled down a lot in the past two days, and it really is me..."

During the short break after running back to the classroom, Jiang Yanxu glanced at the situation in the back row, and just started a nervous start when she was interrupted by Haoyue's words.

"Sure enough, it's because Lao Lu's punishment method worked." Haoyue marked out the last mistake in the English essay and corrected it, and handed the notebook back to Jiang Yanxu, "After finishing today's composition, please leave it to me Take a look; I'm still worried about buying the essay collection after finishing the corrections."

"Sister Yue, in your eyes, am I just a tool for correcting errors in short essays?" Jiang Yanxu was incapable of furious, but after seeing his essay full of red lines, he calmed down silently, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo , I see, I will try my best to provide you with more question sets."

Qiu Guanghaoyue rolled his eyes, and handed the post-it note to Yang Sheng who was leaning against the wall and pretending to be asleep.

"What did you tell Yuan Liquan?"

Yang Sheng half-opened his eyes, still grabbed the pen on the table and wrote a line of madness: "I made a bet with him. But he seems to be playing tricks behind his back, so I have to take another time to warn."

Haoyue sighed, and wrote: "Just click as far as you want, don't get entangled with them."

Yang Sheng yawned and said, "I know."

"Know what?" Jiang Yanxu looked over alertly.

"When we found out about your sports meeting, you wanted to treat us to hot pot." Yang Sheng said lazily.

"Cut, what I said was that I invited Sister Yue and Brother Xia, but I didn't say invite you." Jiang Yanxu snorted coldly, who told you not to accept other people's kindness before, but now you want it, it's too late !

"You can just invite my brother, anyway, he is definitely reluctant to let me go hungry." Yang Sheng said with a smile, and when he mentioned Xia Zang, he would always involuntarily widen the arc of his smile.

Haoyue clicked her tongue playfully: "Brothers love each other deeply."

"But speaking of it," Jiang Yanxu didn't pay attention, and started another topic, "I seem to have seen Brother Xia once on the day after the National Day holiday."

"Well, me too. I didn't know what to call him at the time." Haoyue nodded in agreement, "Mr. Yang, you hid your brother too tightly."

Yang Sheng blinked and blinked: "What does this have to do with me?"

Besides, why does my brother want to show you?

Yang Sheng refrained from saying the latter sentence, and Haoyue looked at him with a disgusted "tsk tsk tsk".

"By the way, sports committee, please wait a moment." Yang Sheng shook off the water droplets on his hands, looked at the mirror splashed with unknown stains, and said to the person who was about to walk away.

Yuan Liquan turned his head, his displeased face was reflected in the mirror.

"What trick are you trying to play?"

"You're the one who played tricks, right?" Yang Sheng pulled out/out of his pocket the facial tissue that Xia Zangqian told him to bring, and carefully wiped the water droplets on the backs of his hands, "I've said it all, the two of us Settle the matter privately and don't involve others."

"Who involved others? I always say what I say, and it's hard to chase!" Yuan Liquan's eyes twitched, and his dark face was flushed with anger.

Yang Sheng unhurriedly threw the wet tissue ball into the trash can, turned his head and smiled: "You know who the 'other' I'm talking about, if you dare to trouble him, I'll keep you alive until tomorrow."

"One more question, is your wrist okay?"

Hehe, you just flicked your sleeves and turned your head and ran away without even answering harsh words?

Yang Sheng rubbed his icy palms, thinking that there was one class left before he could have his doll heater again.

Call ~

And in the window corner of class 34 on the first floor, Xia Zang occasionally stopped from the state of scribbling, looked at the green Jue tree leaves outside the window, and thought of Yang Sheng's neat fluorescent clothes when he was running.

Sure enough, it is still very beautiful.

Xia Zang dug out his love notes to write and draw, but completely ignored that this was the third time he recorded such words this week.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly, I thought of a brain hole, that is, what is the blackened version of Shengzang.

Probably:

Yang Sheng (hands covered in blood, chattering at Xia Zang): Brother, I didn't mean not to clean them up on purpose, they are so weak, they will be crippled if they are beaten.

Xia Zang (takes out a handkerchief to wipe his hands distressedly): All right, all right, as long as you are not injured, ignore them.

Even the normal version of Xia Zang would say: "My brother is so good, he must not be the one who takes the initiative to cause trouble. What? You were beaten and disabled by him? Then you should reflect on it, it must be your problem."

Very speechless, very speechless.