I still want to pretend after falling off the horse

Chapter 43

In the morning, Yang Yixin was woken up by the alarm clock. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He moved under the quilt and jumped into the arms of the person next to him.

Shang Yuan opened a gap in the quilt and said, "Don't be suffocated to death."

Yang Yixin groaned, "I can't die of boredom... just sleep for another 5 minutes."

I didn't make it to the last step yesterday, but I was struggling enough.Shang Yuan didn't want to do this so quickly, but Yang Yixin delivered it to his door, so there was no reason not to do it.

It can only be said that this wave, this wave is shooting itself in the foot.Yang Yixin, who knew Shang Yuan's thoughts, regretted it at the beginning, watching the video, what a fart!

Yang Yixin understood the consequences of talking nonsense, and he was quite happy at first, but after being tossed and turned over and over again, he couldn't hold on anymore, and begging for mercy was useless, so he almost couldn't hold back and cried for him to see, thinking about it might only have the opposite effect , in order to save his life, he held back.

When he woke up again, the sky was bright, Yang Yixin sat up suddenly from the bed, and there was nothing beside him, and looked at the alarm clock, it was already 07:30, and the morning self-study was over!

He quickly got up to find his clothes, when he heard the sound of the door, he turned his head and saw Shang Yuan leaning against the door and staring at him.He didn't wear any clothes, Shang Yuan's gaze swept across Jin Narrow's waist brightly, and then looked down roguely.

Yang Yixin's back was chilled by the sight, and he silently opened the door of the big wardrobe, walked in, and then closed it behind his back. Anyway, the wardrobe was huge, so he simply used it as a changing room and locked himself in it to change clothes.

Shang Yuan sneered from outside.

Yang Yixin put on a piece of clothing, opened the closet a crack, revealed a pair of eyes and looked at him resentfully, and asked, "Why didn't you wake me up?"

Shang Yuan said: "You can't even open your eyes, I'll ask for leave for you."

"Oh." Yang Yixin quietly closed the wardrobe again, and continued to dress.

It snowed all night outside, and during the day the snow began to melt as soon as the sun came out, wishing to suck all the heat away, Yang Yixin shivered when he got out of the car.

The first class has already started, and there is no one in the school. Yang Yixin moved next to Shang Yuan, and secretly put his hand into Shang Yuan's pocket. Shang Yuan took his hand and wrapped his cold fingers in his palm. inside.After a while, the hands of both of them sweated slightly, dispelling the chill.

As soon as I walked downstairs, a voice suddenly came from behind: "What are you two doing?"

Yang Yixin twitched his hand reflexively, but was held by Shang Yuan.The two turned their heads together and saw the dean staring at them with a serious expression, his eyes were like big light bulbs that could penetrate people's minds.

"Hello teacher."

The dean asked, "Why are you here now? Do you know what time it is?!"

"I'm on leave." Shang Yuan said.

"Why do you ask for leave?"

"He's not feeling well." Shang Yuan tilted his head at Yang Yixin.

The director took a look at Yang Yixin, his face flushed red, but he was about to question him, when Yang Yixin suddenly covered his mouth and coughed twice.The director still likes Yang Yixin quite a lot. He is usually well-behaved and rarely causes trouble, so he temporarily believed the talk about being unwell.

Then he glared at Shang Yuan again: "What about you, why are you here now? Don't tell me you're sick too!"

"I'll take care of him." Shang Yuan said.

"He can't go to the doctor? Do you need to take care of him?" The director suddenly noticed that Yang Yixin's hand was in Shang Yuan's pocket, and instantly stimulated the nerves of catching puppy love, pointing at them: "What are the hands doing?! Take it out!"

Shang Yuan held Yang Yixin's hand and took it out together, and said helplessly, "His hand is so cold that he's getting frostbite, and I keep it warm in my pocket. We're both boys, you don't even want to take care of this, do you?"

"What's wrong with the boy? Let me tell you, even if it's a boy..." Just as he was about to teach someone a lesson, a sudden gust of wind blew in. The director felt his scalp go cold, and something slid down from his head.

Yang Yixin's eyes widened, looking at the director's half-slipped wig and the bald and reflective scalp in the middle of his head.He had never seen such a round Mediterranean Sea, it looked like a... Kappa.

"Director, your wig has fallen off." Shang Yuan smiled and reminded intimately.

The director raised his hand to touch it, and his face turned pale immediately. He pressed down the wig in a panic, looked at Shang Yuan's undisguised smile, and flew into a rage, pointing at the face he pointed at, angrily said: "You don't need to remind! You, you, You guys like to shake hands, don't you? Well, hold for me, no one is allowed to let go today!"

Shang Yuanwei: "This is not very good, is it?"

Seeing him like this, the director thought he had grasped his lifeline, and sneered a few times, "Not only must you hold it, but you must also clasp your fingers together. Hurry up, don't dawdle!"

Shang Yuan had no choice but to "reluctantly" agree, and put his fingers around Yang Yixin's, interlocking his fingers.

In this way, the director was satisfied, adjusted the wig on his head and walked away.He believed that after this day of torture, he could not only sharpen Shang Yuan's bad temper, but also let Yang Yixin understand the disadvantages of getting too close to Shang Yuan, killing two birds with one stone.

Yang Yixin heaved a sigh of relief when the director left, and was about to pull his hand out, but Shang Yuan pulled him aside, raised his hand and said, "Didn't you hear what the director said, no one is allowed to let go today, Do you want to be punished?"

"Then how do you write?" Yang Yixin asked, he held his left hand, but Shang Yuan held his right hand.

Shang Yuan raised his left hand again, and Yang Yixin immediately remembered that his left hand could also be used.

The class was having a Chinese class, and the two walked to the front door and shouted together: "Report."

Jing Xinran was writing on the blackboard, and said casually: "Please come in." She glanced sideways, and suddenly realized, "Wait a minute!"

The two stopped by the podium, and the whole class stretched their necks to watch. Several girls covered their mouths and giggled excitedly.

Jing Xinran pinched the chalk, opened her eyes wide and asked, "What are you two doing holding hands?"

"Report to the teacher, the director asked me to lead it." Shang Yuan said loudly.

Broken laughter came from the class.Jing Xinran couldn't understand, "Director?"

Shang Yuan went on to say: "The director also said that the fingers must be interlocked, and we will be punished if we let go today."

Ban Li burst out laughing instantly.Jing Xinran also thought the scene was funny, so she couldn't laugh because of her status, so she patted the table vigorously and said, "Everyone be quiet, you two go back to your seats."

So the two held hands and walked from the front row to the last row. Seeing this scene, Chen Wei couldn't help it, and secretly took out his phone to take a picture.Just as he took out his mobile phone, he heard a thunderous sound from the podium: "Chen Wei, hand in your mobile phone!"

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Shang Yuan doesn't use his left hand very often, but it's not unfamiliar with it. He even writes more neatly. He can write cursive script with his right hand, while he can write Xingkai with his left hand.

It is rare to see him not miss a minute in class, and his handwriting is neat and tidy. Yang Yixin felt that it was very novel, and he secretly glanced at him while writing and listening to the class.

Looking at the face, I can see the face from the paper. The high nose bridge and sharp brow bones make the profile look extraordinarily three-dimensional and sharp. In short, he is handsome.

The two people's hands were close together, and Yang Yixin felt a bulge in his palm, which was an old injury on Shang Yuan's hand.It was the first time for Yang Yixin to feel this old wound so closely, as if the wound was also born in his own palm.

He was a little emotional, what kind of fate is this, so that they can meet again, and even become the closest relationship.But he won't talk about it, never will.The former down-and-out thief has become a thing of the past, and Yang Yixin, who is perverse, selfish, and duplicitous, will become a thing of the past.

He wants to become a better person, so he is worthy of Shang Yuan.

Sensing that Yang Yixin was peeking at him, Shang Yuan wrote in his notebook: Does it look good?

Yang Yixin rolled his eyes and didn't answer immediately, but tapped his fingers regularly on the back of his hand a few times.Shang Yuan didn't notice the pattern, so Yang Yixin repeated it again.

Shang Yuan noticed this time.

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It turned out to be Morse code.Shang Yuan couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth.Which boy hasn't been in the second year of middle school, Yang Yixin knew he understood just by looking at his expression.

With encrypted communication means, there is no need to always feel sorry.Yang Yixin rolled his eyes, and started making trouble with his hands again.

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touch me

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kiss me

Shang Yuan's hand tightened suddenly, Yang Yixin turned his head and smiled innocently at him, and slowly said the next word in his hand - getintome.

His fingers touched the back of Shang Yuan's hand, light and itchy, intertwined with the sound of the chalk on the podium on the blackboard. When the teacher turned around, he even gave Shang Yuan a blow kisses.

Relying on someone in the class, Yang Yixin brought his courage to the extreme.

After class, he was blocked by Shang Yuan in the toilet cubicle for a deep kiss, and the two of them were still holding hands. This greatly affected Yang Yixin's performance, and he could only hug Shang Yuan's neck with one hand.And Shang Yuan pushed his clothes aside with his hand, and went straight down.

Yang Yixin gasped, grabbed his wrist, and said in a low voice, "Don't."

"Let's listen to what you said in class." Shang Yuan whispered in his ear.

"This is a public place... um..." Yang Yixin refused to speak, but Shang Yuan continued to move.Hearing someone coming in from outside, Yang Yixin bit his lower lip and didn't dare to make a sound or move. He buried his face in Shang Yuan's chest, his hands tightly grasping the clothes on his back, and his whole body was shaking.

The students who came in quickly washed their hands and went out, Shang Yuan asked again: "Do you want to talk?"

"I said, I said, don't move yet." Yang Yixin was defeated, and could only whisper in his ear: "Touchme, kissme."

When it came to the last sentence, he held back for a long time and couldn't say it. It wasn't until Shang Yuan was about to play tricks again that he murmured: "Getintome."

Unexpectedly, Shang Yuan didn't stop when he heard the last sentence, and it got worse after all.

"You..." Yang Yixin suddenly covered his mouth, unable to believe that he was completely deceived, as if fireworks were being set off in front of his eyes, they exploded cracklingly, flashing colorful lights and shadows.

He put himself into it this time, and finally realized that when he couldn't help it, what he bit was not his own arm, but Shang Yuan's arm, leaving a ring of teeth marks.

Shang Yuan cleaned him up with toilet paper, and asked, "Will you memorize the vocabulary again next time?"

How could Yang Yixin dare to provoke him? The class bell rang, and someone would definitely come to find him later, so he swore with three fingers: "Don't dare again."

Shang Yuan threw the toilet paper into the trash can, smiled lovingly, pinched Yang Yixin's fingers back, and said, "No, I like to listen, so I will recite next time."

Yang Yixin's legs felt weak all of a sudden, and he seemed to be out of his wits for a while, and there was no hope for him to be saved.