Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

Of course Yan Ran didn't know, Li Mu never told her about it.

I can't tell you what it feels like, a little uncomfortable.

With a chuckle, Yan Ran turned around and hooked a man's neck.

"Let's go play ball."

The boy whose neck was hooked blushed. He was taller than Yan Ran, but he bent down willingly to let her hook him, and even bowed his head for more convenience.
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"Brother Yan..."

Yan Ran just finished playing, his body was covered with sweat, his clothes were sticky, and he felt an indescribable feeling.

The obsidian stud on the left ear reflects in the bathroom light.

Hearing the boy's faltering voice, he turned his head in doubt, and the beautiful face like an ink painting was exposed to the light, exquisitely dazzling.

The slender and thick butterfly-like eyelashes hung lazily, and a soft "hmm." came out from the nose.

It's school time now, and it's quiet in the toilet, as if there's no one there.

The boy stood beside her stiffly, hesitating like this, his eyes didn't know where to look.

After wiping off the drops of water on his hands, Yan Ran turned around, "What's the matter?"

"I..." He plucked up the courage to raise his head, met Yan Ran's gaze, his face suddenly turned red, and quickly spread to his neck, "I like you!"

Yan Ran paused, it was the first time he was stuck in the toilet to confess without him.

It is indeed a very tasteful confession.

She leaned against the sink, tidied her broken hair casually, and the words that came out of her light-colored lips were ruthless.

"I'm not interested in men."

The boy's face was flushed, he looked a little flustered and eager, even a little distorted obsession, and his breathing was very short.

"Then will you like me as a woman?"

Yan Ran: "..."

Seeing the boy looking full of anticipation, Yan Ran couldn't help standing up straight, and frowned, "Are you sick?"

"I, I really like you. I have liked you for a long time. I beg you. Please like me a little bit, just a little bit."

As he spoke, he approached obsessively, the obsessive and obsessive words in his mouth were full of love, and the temperature on his body was not normal.

Yan Ran held down his outstretched hand and suddenly twisted it, and the man immediately groaned.

She deftly turned the man's arms around and pressed him directly on the cold sink. The man struggled and couldn't move.

The jaw line is clean and graceful, under the messy forehead hair, the amber eyes are cool and cool, as if looking at a piece of garbage with disdain.

Instead of feeling afraid or pain, the other party's cheeks got better and better, as if drinking fake wine.

With hard knuckles, the man made a strange sound from his mouth, which was both painful and refreshing, which made Yan Ran feel sick to his stomach.

Just as Yan Ran was about to beat him up, the partition door of the toilet was suddenly opened, and it was pushed hard. The door fell on the wooden board, which was deafening.

It took people by surprise.

With a bang, the entire compartment seemed to tremble, because the wooden door was still shaking because of the too violent impact, making a small ear-grinding sound.

This sudden sound mainly startled Yan Ran, who always thought that there should be no one in the toilet at this time, and even if someone suddenly made such a loud noise, wouldn't it be a pure provocation?
Yan Ran's anger soared all of a sudden, and no one could see clearly, so he scolded them.

"You are so stupid!"

The boy who came out of the cubicle looked calm, and he didn't pay attention at all. He came to the sink and washed his hands unhurriedly, as if he wasn't the one who slammed the door just now.
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Song Wenjing was smoking in the cubicle, and she never expected to hear such... a shocking and disgusting confession.

If the class teacher was there, he would definitely be surprised. In his eyes, the good student was smoking a cigarette very skillfully at this moment. It was not the first time he saw it.

Song Wenjing was very poor since she was a child, so poor that she couldn't even afford to read, so she went to school later than ordinary people.

Growing up in a dirty, smelly poor household, how could he be clean?

The pressure is like a mountain pressing on his chest, those endless books, endless homework, endless part-time jobs, his life is like a dark road that will never end, without the guidance of lights, You can only explore step by step.

He can't relax for a moment, he has to be tense all the time, because a low-level person like him can only walk out of a road by reading books.

So he has to work hard, very hard to get rid of the poor and humble, backward representatives.

At an early age, he learned to smoke.

It's not a good habit, but there's got to be something interesting in a boring life, isn't it?
Tobacco contains nicotine, tar and other ingredients, which can stimulate the brain nerves. When nicotine enters the body, it will stimulate the hypothalamic nerves in the brain to produce an exciting feeling, commonly known as the "cool" feeling.

The taste of smoke is actually very strange, with a sweet, bitter, and somewhat spicy taste, forming a very complex taste.

It's like his life.

Song Wenjing also didn't expect that he would hear things like that outside while he was smoking while hiding in the toilet. Logically speaking, he could pretend that he didn't hear anything. After all, this was the best choice, so as not to get angry.

But he just couldn't bear it, it was too disgusting.

Song Wenjing carefully washed his bony fingers, then took out a piece of paper to wipe off the water droplets on his hands, and then turned his eyes to Yan Ran.

That boy has already run away, maybe he didn't expect to be hit by someone, and it sounds like that boy's voice is very ordinary, even a little timid, I'm afraid blocking Yan Ran in the toilet to confess is the most daring and crazy thing he has ever done thing.

So when one person appears, all the burning courage is like a bucket of cold water being poured out.

The first reaction is to run.

As soon as Yan Ran saw that it was Song Wenjing, his complexion became even uglier, as if the enemy had a narrow road.

"Song Wenjing, is there something wrong with your brain? Or do you not like to find fault with me?"

Song Wenjing raised his face, revealing that overly handsome face.He has sword eyebrows and star eyes, a rare handsome appearance.

The boy glanced at her, didn't say anything, but continued to lower his head lazily.

Yan Ran pushed Song Wenjing's shoulder, and said in a fierce tone, "Are you dumb?"

Song Wenjing raised his hand and grabbed the wrist that was pushing his shoulder.

The boy's hands are broad and slender.

His knuckles are a bit thick, at least they look much bigger than Yan Ran's, and the palms of his hands are even rougher. It looks like he has been doing rough and heavy work since he was a child.

Then he said in a non-emotional tone, "The school has a clear rule that fighting is not allowed."

The young man looked at him coldly, clutching the hem of his clothes with his fingers, pursing the corners of his lips slightly, looking rebellious and domineering.

"Who cares about you? Does this school belong to your family? It's so wide?"

Up front, Song Wenjing: It's disgusting.

Later, Song Wenjing: It smells too good.