The domineering husband and wife of the cruel school god

**

After saying this, Wu Jing seemed to lose his strength in an instant, and fell straight on the bed.

He was paralyzed for a while with a blank face, and finally realized that the series of actions he had just done were really, very stupid.What's amazing is that Yan Xinguang has been arguing with him for most of the night.

They must both be possessed.

Wu Jing stretched out his hand and patted his slightly hot face, and said, "Mr. Yan, I can't sleep anyway, or let's chat."

Yan Xinguang: "..."

Yan Xinguang didn't seem to want to chat with him at all, and said speechlessly: "Actually, I don't care, as long as you can bear it."

Wu Jing: "What are you carrying?"

Yan Xinguang: "Tomorrow you have to climb a mountain. If you can still move without sleeping all night, then you can do whatever you want."

As soon as these words came out, Wu Jing immediately felt despised.

Although Yan Xinguang is indeed highly skilled in martial arts, Wu Jing is not powerless, okay?A mere night without sleep is nothing.

Wu Jing's desire to win was aroused all of a sudden, and he was about to turn over and get out of bed with a "swoosh".

Yan Xinguang originally turned off the lights and planned to go to bed, but seeing him start to liven up again, he suddenly had a headache: "...What do you want to do?"

Wu Jing jumped out of bed, and put away the two things that caused all the fuss tonight—the love letter and the photo, and stuffed them into the deepest part of the suitcase, holding her mobile phone came back.He kicked off the slippers and pushed on Yan Xinguang's bed, which shocked Yan Xinguang, moved his fingers, and unconsciously pulled the quilt: "What exactly do you want?"

Wu Jing didn't notice Yan Xinguang's small movements at all, and approached with a wicked smile, until he stopped a few centimeters away from Yan Xinguang's nose. They all framed it, and said: "Don't you think I can't bear it? In this way, let's take a selfie, and take another one when we wake up tomorrow morning, and compare to see who has dark circles under the eyes."

Yan Xinguang looked at him with a very numb expression.

He felt that he was crazy to take a selfie with Wu Jing here late at night.

But he also understood that Wu Jing is crazy, if you say no at this point, there is no guarantee that he will come up with other ideas.

Yan Xinguang calmly said: "Okay, you shoot." But the movement did not change at all, still holding the quilt, like a sculpture.

Wu Jing was not satisfied at all, she put her arms around his neck, and hooked his head closer, so that the two heads were squeezed together and framed into the small lens.

"Okay, that's it... Hey, teacher Yan, can you stop being so serious?" Wu Jing fiddled with the phone, lowered her body a little, looking for an angle, "Smile, I, hiss—"

As soon as he pressed the selfie button, he lost his grip on one of them. As soon as he let go, the phone fell straight down and landed on his cheekbone. Wu Jing cried out in pain.

Yan Xinguang's neck was still hooked by him, and he was startled by his miserable howl at that moment, and checked his hand covering his face: "What's wrong?"

Wu Jing rubbed his cheekbone, his face wrinkled in pain: "I hit my face."

Yan Xinguang breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed his chin, turned his face to look at him: "It's fine if you don't get your eyes."

Wu Jing became a wounded number, his mouth was still on the skin, and he refused to let go, "Mr. Yan, you are so cold-blooded, I am already like this, you don't even want to comfort me."

Yan Xinguang was speechless.

It's not that he doesn't comfort, but that he has never comforted others at all, and he doesn't know what "comfort" should be. At this moment, Wu Jing's straightforward proposal made him stunned for two seconds, and his mind went blank for a moment.

He thought for a while, then took his mobile phone away under Wu Jing's expectant gaze, turned off the light, and said, "Go to bed early. Get up after a nap, and you'll be fine tomorrow."

Wu Jing: "..." I'm so angry, I don't want to sleep!

1 minute later.

Yan Xinguang: "Don't sleep on my bed."

Wu Jing: "...Oh."

Reluctantly, he got out of Yan Xinguang's bed, and flung himself back onto the small bed next to him.

However, after being buried in his quilt for a while, his heart was still beating fast. After taking a deep breath for a long time, he calmed down and fell asleep.

**

Yao Bin slept very comfortably this time, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dawn.

Although he drank some wine, he still remembered that he slept in the same room with his brother Jing, so when he rubbed his sleepy eyes, he saw that there was no one on the other bed, and the quilt was also neatly arranged. It didn't look like someone had slept at all, and uttered the first doubtful swearing in the morning: "...fuck?"

Dazed for a while, Yao Bin reached out and touched the phone, and found that the phone was out of battery and turned off, so he found the data cable and charged it.

Yao Bin thought for a while while waiting for the machine to turn on.

He did share the same room with Wu Jing, and in his dim consciousness, he also remembered that when he returned to his room last night, Wu Jing had already taken a shower, which meant that Wu Jing had indeed come back to sleep.

So why is there no one on the bed?Yao Bin couldn't figure it out even if he tried his best.

It is absolutely impossible that Wu Jing has already woken up.Based on Yao Bin's understanding of this guy, it is absolutely impossible for him to get up automatically without being shouted by someone, and it is absolutely impossible for him to fold the quilt so neatly after getting up so honestly.

Yao Bin fell into panic.

After 10 minutes, people gradually started to get up in the homestay, the corridor was no longer silent, and people went downstairs one after another.Today's breakfast is arranged to be eaten together in the restaurant on the first floor.

Tangning was wearing a jacket and was about to go downstairs when she saw Yao Bin come out of the room in a panic, without even zipping up his clothes, and asked, "Did you see Lord Jing? "

Tangning looked puzzled, "No, isn't he in the same room as you?"

Yao Bin's expression became more serious, and he clapped his hands and said, "It's broken!"

"What's wrong?"

Yao Bin didn't say anything, and went straight to 303 and knocked on Duan Changhan's door.Tangning was a little flustered by his teasing, not knowing what was going on, so she followed.

Duan Changhan and Liu Lei must have not woken up yet, and there was no movement inside. Yao Bin and the others smashed the door for a long time outside the door with a "bang bang bang" before they heard a swearing from inside, followed by a bang bang bang bang.

One minute later, the door was opened, and Duan Changhan casually put on a coat. His sleepy-eyed look was a bit handsome, and he yawned: "It's so early, what are you doing?"

Yao Bin was speechless: "It's getting late Brother Han, go and wash your face quickly, after breakfast we're on our way."

Duan Changhan: "Don't say it's so unlucky to go on the road... You just came here to wake me up?"

Yao Bin: "Oh no, I want to ask you, have you seen Wu Jing?"

Duan Changhan's face became even more stinky: "You smashed my door early in the morning just to find someone? Isn't he in the same room as you, you ask me?"

Yao Bin waved his hand, not daring to offend the angry man who got up: "Well, pretend I didn't ask, I'll look elsewhere."

As he said that, he went to the last room on this floor. When he looked up, he saw that the room number was 304.Yao Bin pointed to the door and asked, "Who lives next door to you?"

Duan Changhan was about to close the door and go in, when he took a look, he thought for a while: "This room seems to be lived in..."

Before the words were finished, the door of room 304 was opened with a "crash".

Yao Bin turned his head and met the person who opened the door.

Duan Changhan: "...it seems to be God Yan."

Yao Bin: "...you shut up, I saw it."

Yan Xinguang, who was neatly dressed and with slightly damp hair, stood at the door: "..."

While looking at each other, a fluffy head popped out from the shaggy quilt on the bed behind Yan Xinguang.

Yao Bin swore he didn't look around, but the figure of that person was so familiar that he couldn't help but look at him—could he be unfamiliar!Isn't that fucking Wu Jing?

Yao Bin lost his mind, and watched the head he had been looking for all morning slowly come out of the quilt, looked sleepily towards the door, and shouted weakly: "...Mr. Yan? Are you standing at the door What are you doing?"

Yan Xinguang: "..."

Yao Bin: "..."

Duan Changhan poked his head to see the excitement: "..."

Three seconds later, Yao Bin's scream resounded through the homestay at [-] o'clock in the morning, and a high-pitched sound woke up the students in Class [-] ([-]) of Senior High.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!"

The author has something to say: I will roughly revise the previous article tomorrow???