After the first get out of class, the teacher left the podium with a book.
The students all started to move freely. A boy passed by Zhou Ye. He was carrying a small bag of snacks in his hand, all of which were bought for his girlfriend.
I heard that the girl always doesn't like breakfast. This boy has to prepare some other things for her every day, staring at her and eating them, for fear that she will go hungry.
Zhou Ye always has only one attitude when encountering such a thing. She eats if she likes it, and doesn’t eat if she doesn’t like it. Is it necessary to send it to her mouth every day and coax her to take a few bites?
He doesn't like people who are obviously his own business but always need others to supervise it. This is a manifestation of lack of self-management ability.
It seemed that someone was discussing emotional matters behind her, and Zhou Ye didn't pay much attention to it, until someone among them vaguely mentioned Xia Yao, as if she was saying that she was too introverted and that as long as she was kind to her, she should be easy to chase.
The sensitive nerve in his heart seemed to be touched by something. Zhou Ye looked sideways at the people who were discussing and listened to them chatting for a while.
He has no experience in love and doesn't know what to do to catch up with the girl, so he listens very seriously.
A male student around him saw this and said: Class monitor, do you still want to listen to these words of chasing girls?You go directly to ask for a WeChat message and confess it boldly. Then there will be no problem. The girl will come to chat with you on her own.
Zhou Ye paused for a moment and shook his head. What's the difference between this and the vulgar man who blocked the girl's contact information on the street.
He glanced at Xia Yao from the corner of his eyes and found that she was doing her homework with her head down, and she was not affected by the outside world at all, nor did he notice what was being talked about elsewhere.
Just as he was thinking, the boy next to him started talking again.
A handsome guy asks about WeChat and a vulgar man asks about WeChat, can it be the same?If you grow up like you, just go out to hook up with me. I can guarantee that from a teenage sister to a thirty sister, you will definitely have ideas about you.
OK, it's a bit too much.
Zhou Ye stopped listening to their nonsense, got up, picked up the kettle and drank the water in one breath, and then went to fetch water again.
When he passed by Xia Yao, he found that she was doing the math exercises left by the teacher yesterday.
Zhou Ye stopped and stared at her for a while. She probably didn't know how to write, and several versions of the answers had been crossed off from the draft paper.
After a while of quietness, Xia Yao noticed someone was watching her by her side. When she looked up, she realized that the person was Zhou Ye.
She felt nervous and stuttered a little when she spoke in a low voice: Class...Squad leader, what's wrong?
Zhou Ye stretched out his hand and pointed to the two lines above the analysis she was writing. You have used the wrong formula in this place.
Without pause, he bent down and supported one hand on her desk, and took out math from her textbook with the other hand, and wanted to translate similar questions and concepts for her to explain.
Xia Yao's face began to turn red, but her body posture was still very correct.
Listening to Zhou Ye speak in a slightly hoarse voice in her ear, there was blood behind her ears.
...Can you understand if I say this?
After Zhou Ye finished explaining this question to her, Xia Yao clumsyly put the pen in the textbook, hugged her very quietly, and nodded.
I understand, thank you, squad leader.
Zhou Ye was about to stand up straight, but when he looked sideways, he found that the girl's porcelain white skin beside him was covered with a layer of redness. The fragrance of fruit wood seemed to be heard under her collar. The soft curve on her chest covered by fabric was very strong, which made him almost a little dazzled.
I dreamed last night that I also dreamed that she picked up her clothes and sent her breasts to his mouth for him to lick them. There was a erect pink nipples on her snow-white breasts. When she buried her breasts on his face, it felt like cotton candy.
He looked away with a little anxiety, and saw her dry lips again, and she was tearing her fingers unconsciously.
Zhou Ye's eyes finally fell on her kettle, filled with water.
He took her kettle to her desk and told her: Drink some water and don’t tear your mouth, as this will easily cause bleeding.
Ah.Xia Yao quickly put her hand off her mouth, and after hesitating for a while, she said: This water is from the day before yesterday... I'll go and reinstall it.
Before she could get up, Zhou Ye took her kettle.
I'm going to pick up water, so you can write this question again and I'll bring it to you.
No need...
Xia Yao's shoulder was pressed down by him, and she had to sit firmly on the chair again.
I'm sorry, squad leader.
Zhou Ye said indifferently, "It's okay," and left the place with her kettle.
While waiting for the classmate in front to pick up the water, Zhou Ye looked at her transparent white kettle.
She said this was the water the day before yesterday, so she rarely even drank water in school.
Every day, I sit alone in the same place, not going to the toilet or picking up water, and avoiding leaving places I am familiar with.
After the classmate in front of him also took the water and left, he was the only one left in the place and stood quietly.
Zhou Ye turned on her kettle like an obsession. He was stunned for a moment, then put the edge of her kettle to his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
Xia Yao finished the exam and breathed a sigh of relief. When she raised her eyes, she found that the kettle had been put on her textbook at some point.
She looked back at the squad leader's position and found that he was leaning on his forehead and flipping the book. He had been back to the position for a long time.
Xia Yao withdrew her kettle, unscrewed her head and took a sip. She found that the boiling water inside was too cool, warm, and easy to drink.
She drank a little more and wanted to go to the squad leader to thank him, but when she thought that there were always people in the class paying attention to him, she was a little afraid of it.
Zhou Ye was behind and saw her drinking water. He put one hand under the table and silently pulled his hard cock outside his underwear.
This thing was erect, and I manually opened it and put it in my school pants, which was a little more comfortable than being pressed by my underwear.
Zhou Ye lowered his eyelids and felt that his current state made him feel very uncomfortable.
As soon as she spoke, he would be with her immediately.
...But she said nothing.
The students all started to move freely. A boy passed by Zhou Ye. He was carrying a small bag of snacks in his hand, all of which were bought for his girlfriend.
I heard that the girl always doesn't like breakfast. This boy has to prepare some other things for her every day, staring at her and eating them, for fear that she will go hungry.
Zhou Ye always has only one attitude when encountering such a thing. She eats if she likes it, and doesn’t eat if she doesn’t like it. Is it necessary to send it to her mouth every day and coax her to take a few bites?
He doesn't like people who are obviously his own business but always need others to supervise it. This is a manifestation of lack of self-management ability.
It seemed that someone was discussing emotional matters behind her, and Zhou Ye didn't pay much attention to it, until someone among them vaguely mentioned Xia Yao, as if she was saying that she was too introverted and that as long as she was kind to her, she should be easy to chase.
The sensitive nerve in his heart seemed to be touched by something. Zhou Ye looked sideways at the people who were discussing and listened to them chatting for a while.
He has no experience in love and doesn't know what to do to catch up with the girl, so he listens very seriously.
A male student around him saw this and said: Class monitor, do you still want to listen to these words of chasing girls?You go directly to ask for a WeChat message and confess it boldly. Then there will be no problem. The girl will come to chat with you on her own.
Zhou Ye paused for a moment and shook his head. What's the difference between this and the vulgar man who blocked the girl's contact information on the street.
He glanced at Xia Yao from the corner of his eyes and found that she was doing her homework with her head down, and she was not affected by the outside world at all, nor did he notice what was being talked about elsewhere.
Just as he was thinking, the boy next to him started talking again.
A handsome guy asks about WeChat and a vulgar man asks about WeChat, can it be the same?If you grow up like you, just go out to hook up with me. I can guarantee that from a teenage sister to a thirty sister, you will definitely have ideas about you.
OK, it's a bit too much.
Zhou Ye stopped listening to their nonsense, got up, picked up the kettle and drank the water in one breath, and then went to fetch water again.
When he passed by Xia Yao, he found that she was doing the math exercises left by the teacher yesterday.
Zhou Ye stopped and stared at her for a while. She probably didn't know how to write, and several versions of the answers had been crossed off from the draft paper.
After a while of quietness, Xia Yao noticed someone was watching her by her side. When she looked up, she realized that the person was Zhou Ye.
She felt nervous and stuttered a little when she spoke in a low voice: Class...Squad leader, what's wrong?
Zhou Ye stretched out his hand and pointed to the two lines above the analysis she was writing. You have used the wrong formula in this place.
Without pause, he bent down and supported one hand on her desk, and took out math from her textbook with the other hand, and wanted to translate similar questions and concepts for her to explain.
Xia Yao's face began to turn red, but her body posture was still very correct.
Listening to Zhou Ye speak in a slightly hoarse voice in her ear, there was blood behind her ears.
...Can you understand if I say this?
After Zhou Ye finished explaining this question to her, Xia Yao clumsyly put the pen in the textbook, hugged her very quietly, and nodded.
I understand, thank you, squad leader.
Zhou Ye was about to stand up straight, but when he looked sideways, he found that the girl's porcelain white skin beside him was covered with a layer of redness. The fragrance of fruit wood seemed to be heard under her collar. The soft curve on her chest covered by fabric was very strong, which made him almost a little dazzled.
I dreamed last night that I also dreamed that she picked up her clothes and sent her breasts to his mouth for him to lick them. There was a erect pink nipples on her snow-white breasts. When she buried her breasts on his face, it felt like cotton candy.
He looked away with a little anxiety, and saw her dry lips again, and she was tearing her fingers unconsciously.
Zhou Ye's eyes finally fell on her kettle, filled with water.
He took her kettle to her desk and told her: Drink some water and don’t tear your mouth, as this will easily cause bleeding.
Ah.Xia Yao quickly put her hand off her mouth, and after hesitating for a while, she said: This water is from the day before yesterday... I'll go and reinstall it.
Before she could get up, Zhou Ye took her kettle.
I'm going to pick up water, so you can write this question again and I'll bring it to you.
No need...
Xia Yao's shoulder was pressed down by him, and she had to sit firmly on the chair again.
I'm sorry, squad leader.
Zhou Ye said indifferently, "It's okay," and left the place with her kettle.
While waiting for the classmate in front to pick up the water, Zhou Ye looked at her transparent white kettle.
She said this was the water the day before yesterday, so she rarely even drank water in school.
Every day, I sit alone in the same place, not going to the toilet or picking up water, and avoiding leaving places I am familiar with.
After the classmate in front of him also took the water and left, he was the only one left in the place and stood quietly.
Zhou Ye turned on her kettle like an obsession. He was stunned for a moment, then put the edge of her kettle to his mouth and stuck out his tongue.
Xia Yao finished the exam and breathed a sigh of relief. When she raised her eyes, she found that the kettle had been put on her textbook at some point.
She looked back at the squad leader's position and found that he was leaning on his forehead and flipping the book. He had been back to the position for a long time.
Xia Yao withdrew her kettle, unscrewed her head and took a sip. She found that the boiling water inside was too cool, warm, and easy to drink.
She drank a little more and wanted to go to the squad leader to thank him, but when she thought that there were always people in the class paying attention to him, she was a little afraid of it.
Zhou Ye was behind and saw her drinking water. He put one hand under the table and silently pulled his hard cock outside his underwear.
This thing was erect, and I manually opened it and put it in my school pants, which was a little more comfortable than being pressed by my underwear.
Zhou Ye lowered his eyelids and felt that his current state made him feel very uncomfortable.
As soon as she spoke, he would be with her immediately.
...But she said nothing.
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