a delicate flower

Ai Lang walked into the classroom with the takeaway, and immediately attracted the eyes of a group of hungry wolves in the class, causing bursts of wailing.

Xing Lu was chatting with the girl at the front table, but she didn't turn her head when she heard the movement next to her, but suddenly she smelled the smell of rice, she turned her head with a "sigh", and stared at the takeaway in Ai Lang's hand big eyes.

"Where... where did this come from?"

It was still pouring rain outside, and the people who were trapped in the classroom waiting for the takeaway, regardless of gender, were screaming with hunger. Ai Lang who appeared with the takeaway seemed to be shining in Xing Lu's eyes. No wonder Xing Lu was so surprised that he couldn't straighten his tongue up.

Ailang lowered his eyes and said, "Zhuang Lin saw the circle of friends you posted, and brought us food."

When Xing Lu heard this, her already round eyes widened even more.

Ailang piled all the books on the table at the corner of the table, untied the bag, took out two boxes of roast duck rice, and gave one box to Xing Lu.He didn't sit down, but looked out of the window, trying to identify Zhuang Lin's figure among the two or three people struggling alone in the vast rain.

Xing Lu was so hungry that she couldn't wait to open the packing box, but instead of being sucked in by the storm, she took two servings of roasted duck rice side by side and took a photo. Then she stuffed a piece of duck leg meat into her mouth contentedly , while eating with relish, while busy posting to Moments——

"Today's most touching series: After the handsome junior from the club saw my last post about being trapped in the D teaching building, he braved the rain and brought us roasted duck rice! [心]"

Xing Lu's circle of friends is ambiguous, resulting in the comments below being all "together".

The girl at the front table who "posted her boyfriend eating spicy hot pot" was given a fried middle wing. She turned to face Xing Lu, and Xing Lu fed her another mouthful of rice.

The girl liked Xing Lu's circle of friends, raised her eyebrows at Xing Lu, and asked gossipingly, "I said, your junior is clearly chasing you, right?"

Xing Lu narrowed her eyes and smiled, but did not answer.

When the girl received the call and left her seat, Xing Lu turned her head and said to Ai Lang exaggeratedly: "I'm so touched! I've never eaten such delicious roasted duck rice!"

Xing Lu's evaluation of Zhuang Lin also changed from "polite and friendly" to "the best boyfriend candidate who is gentle and considerate and has a strong boyfriend" because of the two takeaways delivered from the storm.

Ellen snorted and said, "How moved are you?"

Xing Lu winked at Ai Lang with a smile, and said ambiguously: "So moved...to the extent that I want to pack my family's top card and send it to his bed~"

Xing Lu's teasing didn't hurt Ai Lang, he threw a wink to Xing Lu, and in turn gave Xing Lu advice: "Your family leader has hands and feet and can climb on the bed, I think you should worry more How to drug the handsome junior."

Xing Lu has become accustomed to Ai Lang's usual shameless counterattack, and continued to eat after teasing "Ouch", but she didn't take this joke to heart.

But Ellen is not joking.

He wanted to give Zhuang Lin some substantial rewards, but he just opened his mouth, and Zhuang Lin put a small coil on his finger...

Ai Lang was helpless and wanted to laugh. He moved his left hand on the table, rubbed the knuckle of his ring finger with the pad of his thumb, and the two circles of traces that had been pressed on the knuckle by the golden thread had been smoothed away.

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That night.

Ai Lang returned to the apartment and took a comfortable hot bath. Before throwing a change of clothes into the washing machine, he still remembered taking out the golden tie thread from his trouser pocket.

Ellen took it into the house and felt lonely when he threw it on the table, so he tied it around two lollipop paper sticks.

The sudden heavy rain on Friday was very urgent, and the rain crackled on the window panes all night. Ai Lang's superiors still believed in the weather forecast and sent a notice in the group - the quality development activity originally scheduled to be held tomorrow , the assembly time remains unchanged, and the assembly location is waiting for temporary notice.

Fortunately, the next day cleared up in time, and thanks to the heavy rain on Friday, Saturday was a cool day with no rain or sunshine.

The quality development activities of the new clubs are organized by the major centers and convened by all the departments under them to actively participate in the activities.The sub-departments of the Literature and Art Center include six departments including Limo Department, Performing Arts Department and Hosting Department. The bosses of the center have a lot of money and wealth, and decided to lead the freshmen to the quality development center in the suburbs to participate in the activities with a wave of hands. It comes with premium services such as barbecue dinners and watching the sunrise by the sea.

Saturday morning, after eight o'clock.

Nearly 200 people from the six departments of the Art Center gathered lively at the North School Gate early in the morning.The ceremonial model department led by Ai Lang can be said to be the most eye-catching beautiful scenery line. Handsome men and beautiful women get together and stand there. A big family with good looks and high altitude.

The junior sister of the Art Center was the head of the etiquette and model department of Ai Lang, and she was very close to Ai Lang. She was wearing a short skirt, a small suit on her shoulders, a ponytail with red lips, and she stood at 1.7 meters tall. Ai Lang's side is almost at the same height as him.

The senior sister folded her arms and joked with her juniors: "Children, has none of you questioned Ai Lang's height? Why did the height requirements be clearly marked on the recruiting poster, girls are 168+, boys are 180+, But he is the one with the largest height and water content among all of us present."

Ai Lang is only 1.7 meters tall naked. Last year, when she was a freshman for an interview with the Ritual Model Department, she tiptoed and tried to get away with it. Although she was discovered by her seniors on the spot, she just turned a blind eye.

Ailang was not annoyed at his eldest sister's exposure of him in public, and replied with a straight face: "Of course it's because I'm good-looking!"

Ailang spoke so confidently that all the juniors present laughed along with the elder sister.

The senior sister was overjoyed, and said, "That's true, you are still a flower in our Ritual Model Department this year."

Ailang's face is indeed very good, his facial features are impeccably exquisite, his skin can withstand the photographer's magnifying lens, and his personality is very relaxed. He can play freely in front of the camera, switching between debauchery and noble and glamorous freely.

At exactly nine o'clock, six buses stopped by the bus booth at the school gate on time. The ministers of each department wanted to count the number of people in their departments. Ai Lang leaned against the front door of the bus with the roster, and the juniors registered to get on the bus one by one.When Zhuang Lin came over, Ai Lang ticked off the list, blinked at Zhuang Lin, and said, "Save me a seat."

Zhuang Lin smiled slightly, and replied: "Okay."

After making sure that all the freshmen got on the bus, Ai Lang reported the total to the statistician, and then returned to the bus where the Ritual Model Department was located.Ailang got into the car through the front door, and saw the freshmen sitting in the two rows on the left and right. Some people lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones. Someone caught Ailang's eyes and said enthusiastically: "Minister, there is a space here—— "

Ailang responded with a smile, looked over the front rows, and saw Zhuang Lin sitting in the fifth row on the left hand side, raising his hand to signal him.

Ailang walked towards Zhuang Lin, and Xing Lu slapped his butt when he passed the second row. He just turned around and scolded Xing Lu with a smile, "Don't harass me", and didn't pay attention to Cao Huaide, who was sitting next to Xing Lu, staring at him.

Standing in the aisle of the fifth row, Ailang put his hands on the backs of the front and rear seats, and said condescendingly to Zhuang Lin who was about to move into the seat: "You sit outside, I want to sit by the window."

After hearing this, Zhuang Lin moved to the outside again.

Ailang raised his left leg and stepped into the seat, knelt on the seat cushion with one leg, deliberately stuck in this preparatory position of "finally completing the sitting position and sitting on the lap", and whispered to Zhuang Lin in a low voice: "Actually, I prefer Sitting like this~"

"..."

Zhuang Lin choked for breath, turned his face away, not daring to meet Ai Lang's smiling eyes.

After AI Lang teased Zhuang Lin, his mood improved, and he happily sat in the seat by the window.

From the school to the quality development center in the suburbs, the bus can go directly in one hour.The six buses set off together, and Ai Lang was still in the mood to tease Zhuang Lin in the first ten minutes, but he gradually faded away after a while.Ai Lang has been dizzy on the bus since he was a child. When he was in his worst condition, he vomited all the way. When he was in a better condition, he just felt uncomfortable and didn't want to talk.

Sitting uncomfortable, Ai Lang asked the students in front of him and Xing Lu to bring the club's "heirloom" small horn, and put it on his back to keep some distance from the cushion.

Zhuang Lin found Ai Lang's behavior very puzzling, and asked, "Senior?"

Ailang's waist was pinched by the hard horn, but this made him feel better, but the horn occupied too much area, and the irregular shape was not very comfortable to lean on.

Ai Lang frowned slightly, and said to Zhuang Lin: "I'm a little motion sick, and I'll feel better if I put something behind my back. Please help me and ask who here has a mineral water bottle."

Zhuang Lin looked at Ai Lang worriedly, and asked hesitantly, "Senior, can you rest my arm?"

The drive was only one hour, and two meals were included. Most of the boys on the bus came empty-handed, and the girls at most brought an extra cosmetic bag, and no one brought drinks.

Ai Lang sat up a little bit, and seeing Zhuang Lin's worried face, he couldn't help smiling at him: "Try it? I haven't pillowed anyone's arm before, so I don't know if it will work."

Hearing this, Zhuang Lin took off the watch on his wrist, worried about hurting Ailang, took away the small horn behind Ailang, and stretched his arms behind his back.

Ai Lang couldn't help laughing, this posture was equivalent to Zhuang Lin holding him.

Ai Lang moved down, adjusted his sitting posture, and looked down to see Zhuang Lin's hand clenched into a fist on the back right of him.

"..."

Ellen couldn't laugh or cry, and asked, "What are you... a gentleman's hand?"

Zhuang Lin didn't answer, but asked with concern: "Senior, do you feel better?"

"Uh……"

The voices in the car kept coming and going, but they were all muffled and couldn't be heard clearly.

Ai Lang saw that the person next door was closing his eyes and resting his mind with his earphones plugged in. The word "better" circled around the base of his tongue, and the tip of his tongue pressed against his teeth. He changed his mouth and said, "It's not very good..."

The words "not so good" have some unclear meanings, like "feeling bad" or "it can be better".

Zhuang Lin was puzzled, thinking about how to cooperate, when he saw Ai Lang pull up the curtains of the car, and turned to smile at him again.

At this time, Zhuang Lin suddenly felt that the hand behind Ailang's clenched fist was grabbed, and the five fingers that were clenched in the fist were separated one by one.

Zhuang Lin's fingers were at the mercy of Ai Lang, and he didn't use any strength to "resist". He didn't know what Ai Lang was doing until he felt his hand being pulled into Ai Lang's clothes...

Zhuang Lin wanted to withdraw his hand, but was grabbed even tighter. He raised his head in embarrassment, and saw Ai Lang blinking at him innocently.

Zhuang Lin's palm was forced to stick to Ai Lang's waistline. Without the barrier of the clothing, the skin was close to each other, and the body temperature exchanged. It was too hot.

Ai Lang spoke softly, coaxing and deceiving: "Touch it, and I may not get motion sickness."

After the curtains were drawn, the light was dim, but Ai Lang looked at Zhuang Lin's eyes, but there seemed to be some dim light in his eyes, which was ambiguous and confusing, and his invitation to Zhuang Lin was also straightforward.

"..."

Zhuang Lin blushed, his fingers were stiff, and he didn't dare to move at all.

Ailang gave a regretful "hey", sighed softly, and said "Do I still have to move by myself", which made people blush, he put his left arm around his waist and walked around to his side, leading Zhuang Lin His hand rubbed back and forth along the fat-free waistline in small increments.

Ailang stopped suddenly, and before Zhuang Lin could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard Ailang approaching him and asked him: "Don't you like touching the top...how about letting you touch the bottom?"

"........."

The palms and fingertips were still forced to stick to the delicate and smooth skin of Ai Lang's waist, and Ai Lang spoke to him with a warm breath, Zhuang Lin's face was flushed, and he couldn't help breaking away from Ai Lang's hand, his fingers curled up Clenched into fists, even the voice begged for mercy: "Senior... please let me go..."

Both Ai Lang and Zhuang Lin kept their voices down, knowing that no one around them noticed, but they still made Zhuang Lin, a good boy, shrouded in a strong sense of shame.

Seeing Zhuang Lin's pitiful appearance begging for mercy, Ailang felt even more itchy. He had a bad taste, imitating Zhuang Lin's tone and teasingly said: "Student... Please... just touch it." Me... count me as ballballyou."

"..."

Zhuang Lin's face was reddened by Ai Lang's shameless words, and his thin lips were tightly pressed into a line. He was at a loss but had nothing to do with Ai Lang.

Ailang endured a lot of pain, seeing Zhuang Lin showing such aggrieved expression, he was afraid that Zhuang Lin would be so angry that he would cry.He let go of Zhuang Lin's hand, feeling happy, and belatedly realized that he was neither motion sick nor uncomfortable.

Ai Lang pulled the hand on his back to his front. He held Zhuang Lin's hand and interlocked his fingers naturally.He squinted his eyes and smiled, coaxing Zhuang Lin, but in essence he was still teasing: "I won't tease you anymore, good boy, treasure, treasure."

Zhuang Lin pursed his lips, as if he had just calmed down, his ears were still a little red, hesitantly said: "Senior, it's not good for you..."

Ellen tilted his head and smiled: "what am I doing?"

Zhuang Lin glanced at Ai Lang, then looked away, looked at the ground a little embarrassed, and said softly, "But now I'm on the bus..."

AI Lang took it for granted that Zhuang Lin was being shy, and called Zhuang Lin a "good baby" with a smile.

Zhuang Lin lowered his eyes, held the watch in his left hand and gently stroked the smooth and cold dial, and just smiled helplessly at the name Ailang called him.

But what he said meant that if he was not on the bus now, someone might really be crying for mercy.