surrender to her

Chapter 16 Red Ears
He Liangchi lowered his eyes, held his breath and looked at her.

The feeling of the girl's bosom in her bosom is transmitted through the thin cloth, which is soft and delicate, causing every cluster of nerves in him that have been suspended since she appeared to be unrealized to collapse.

They are so close.

From the eyes of others, it was so blatant at the school gate, and more and more strange looking eyes gathered.

The air was silent between the two for a long time, and He Liang suddenly came back to his senses, like waking up suddenly from a big dream, quickly withdrew the hand on her shoulder, and retreated a few steps in a panic and lost his composure.

In those desolate eyes that were often calm, some hidden deep emotions could be traced. He stared at her, his black and drooping eyelashes trembling, his lips were pursed without saying a word.

Before she could say anything else, the boy took off his school uniform jacket, threw it to her without looking at it, walked up the street, and walked towards the opposite school gate.

Like fleeing.

Meng Cheng was suddenly covered by the boy's clean and clear smell, he was stunned for a moment, pulled off his school uniform jacket and hugged him, his eyes quickly found the distant figure, and the corners of his eyes smiled wantonly .

Just now when he was approaching, the sound of dong dong resounding in his ears was still echoing.

Classmate He, your heart is much more sincere than others.

Jump so fast.

Entering the school unimpeded, Meng Cheng chased after him and walked around in front of him with cheerful steps. The girl was wearing a school uniform that was too large for her size, baggy, and the hem almost made her short skirt disappear. The long and straight legs are shining white.

She put her hands behind her back and walked backwards facing him, her ponytail swaying left and right.

On the school road where there are not too few people, the reflections of the two people are faintly reflected in the wet water mirror on the ground. The splendor of a rainbow.

She stared straight at him as if no one was there, and suddenly called out: "He Liangchi."

eye contact.

Seeing this, Meng Cheng turned her eyes slightly, and glanced at the young man's ears. From the top of the ear to the earlobe, it was completely red, because her fair complexion was particularly obvious. Then, she looked back into his eyes deeply, with a deep smile: "did not expect--"

"You are so pure."

If time could stand still, He Liangchi hoped that the picture of his life would be frozen in this second forever.

Her clear and clear eyes were bent into sweet crescents, weaving a dream net full of his eyes, and he fell into it willingly.

The heart was like a big pendulum clock on the hour, knocking out a long and dull sound in his chest cavity, making endless aftertaste ripples.

Unfortunately, time is still ticking.

He Liangchi gouged out the red wound on the pulp of his left finger, as if he was doing an ordinary thing, the unhealed crack was torn a little deeper, the hot and humid blood overflowed again, and the palm gradually became sticky.

He seems to be born as a half-human, half-animal monster, which is an ominous sign. No matter what stage, no matter where he goes, the public is afraid, afraid, and avoids him, and even if he disappears in front of everyone. No way, they don't allow him to have one more place in this inclusive world.

No one taught him positive feelings and coping methods. He curled up and trembled in the dark environment where malice was everywhere, crawled and rolled in the black mist of the rotten swamp from which he could not get out. Like a piranha with a broken root that blooms in the stillness of midnight.

What a disgusting and horrible face that is.

So, he uses old and new pain to keep himself awake.

Clouds and mud have different paths.

He didn't even have the right to fantasize about her.

She also understands that it is impossible for her to accept him as he is, surrounded by mud and covered in unbearable him.

……

"It's outrageous! How decent is it!"

Xiang Juying, who was abandoned for the first time in history and came to school alone, has been scratching his head and venting his anger for a long time, "Sister Cheng values ​​sex over friends..."

Gao Wenbo didn't shake him off, he just pretended to be a noise maker sitting next to him, covered his ears and continued to shake his head and recite the book.

"The big strings are like torrential rain, the small strings are like whispers, and the strings are mixed, big and small..."

Xiang Zhao snatched the "Ancient Poems and Essays Essential for High School" from Gao Wenbo's hand, and shouted, "It's burning our assholes, we're both going to fall out of favor! You're still in the mood to recite "Song of Everlasting Regret"?!"

"..."

"Illiterate!" Gao Wenbo's contemptuous eyes rolled up to the sky: "I beg you! Read more books! Bai Juyi, an old man, can be so angry that you open his eyes, and travel through the millennium just to give you two brains." Bangchui, I am reciting "Playing the Pipa", okay?"

"..."

Gao Ci in the back stopped the sheep in his hand and used his limited cultural reserves to meditate for two seconds, "Is there a possibility, that is called "Pipa Record"."

At this time, the representative of the Chinese class who just took office stepped onto the podium, picked up chalk and assigned morning reading tasks on the blackboard: [Chinese: Recite "Pipa Xing" and conduct random checks in class. 】

Three people: "..."

It seems that the three cobblers may not be able to stand up to Zhuge Liang.

Gao Wenbo took the book back without giving up and glanced at it, then held his breath in his chest, and threw his head on the table, and there were two loud bangs of "bang bang".

I don't know whether he is apologizing to Bai Juyi and his elders, or regretting that he has memorized his name for a long time.

Xiang Zhao ruthlessly laughed at them both, even though he was the one who made the most outrageous mistakes.

The ghost's "hahaha" sound hovered behind the classroom, and the next second, it stopped abruptly when Xiang Zhao saw Meng Cheng and He Liangchi appearing in the corridor together.

Especially when they walked in one after the other, Meng Cheng's obvious boy's school uniform caught the eyes of a dozen pairs of people in the back two rows almost at the same time like a magnet.

In contrast, Xiang Zhao's attention was less focused. He turned his head and said to Gao Wenbo in a very proud tone: "Look at the ears of student He, the red flowers of Shandandan are so bright, I'll just say, no one I can walk out from under Sister Cheng's pomegranate skirt with peace of mind."

"..." Gao Wenbo listened carefully to He Liangchi's ears following his words, and then pushed the glasses that were specially used to pretend to be... framed: "My humble opinion is against it."

"According to the medical cells inherited from my mother, the preliminary diagnosis shows that the redness of student He's ears is the deep poisoning of the skin caused by the embarrassment and anger of a man from a good family who was molested by a female fairy!"

Xiang Zhao: "...can you fart less, so as not to discredit the medical profession?"

Gao Wenbo: "..."

Before the iron sand palm fell on his body, Xiang Zhao raised a bewildered smile on the corner of his mouth, and changed the topic: "Why don't you make a bet, I will give you the game console I bought secretly if you lose, and you will recite "Pipa Xing" backwards in Chinese class. ",How about it?"

Gao Wenbo couldn't understand his overconfident manner, so he gritted his teeth and said, "...OK!"

"Then... what's the bet?"

As soon as the words fell, the two looked at Meng Cheng in unison, just as Gao Ci closed his mouth that had been shocked for a long time, and leaned over half gossip and half inconceivable, and asked, "Isn't it, you really have a crush on him?"

Meng Cheng saw the boy take out the book and sank into her own world without even asking her to return to her school uniform. She reluctantly looked away, turned her head and admitted generously: "Yes, I like him."

The kind that is set.

(End of this chapter)