presumptuous

Feng Jiuwang didn't play games in the dormitory recently, nor did he skip class. The dormmates all exclaimed amazingly, but once they were seated, they would fall asleep within half an hour.

"Is it because you didn't sleep soundly on the bed? Do you insist on coming to the classroom to sleep?" asked the roommate.

Feng Juwang casually flipped through the textbook, pointed his slender fingers on the pages, and said confidently, "No, it's the teacher who hypnotized me."

The roommate rolled his eyes, and Wei Yang, who was sitting beside him, asked, "Are you playing a game?"

Feng Jiuwang thought for a while and said, "Stop beating, go to bed."

After class, Feng Jiuwang didn't leave immediately, he turned over and over the book in his hand, and he didn't lift his legs out of the classroom until people were almost gone.

This time was just right, Yu was still coming out of the office, he always went to the cafeteria to eat a class earlier than the students, and the time stopped at 10:30, before he went out to the stairs, Feng Jiuwang was in front of him.

"Hello, teacher." Feng Juwang stopped in front of him, talking in his mouth, his eyes swept over him casually.

Yu also pulled out a smile and reluctantly nodded to him.

The two passed by.

For a whole week, Yu could always see Feng Jiuwang everywhere in the school.

In the past, there were too many students and he couldn't pay attention to it. Since the incident that night, he has no choice but to care about Feng Zhuwang, and the frequency of showing up with boys has increased.

He thought it was a coincidence.

Until yesterday in the cafeteria, a little after ten o'clock, there were only a few people on the first floor, and Yu was still eating with his head down, when Feng Jiuwang suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Are tomatoes delicious?" He asked suddenly.

Yu could still recognize who the voice was, and raised his head to meet Feng Jiuwang's face, with the spoon resting on the rice, he didn't know what to answer for a while, and said dryly: "It's okay..."

It really doesn't feel like a conversation between a student and a teacher.

But Feng Jiuwang held onto Yu Huan's handle, and everything fell into place.

Feng Zhuwang muttered: "Then I'll eat too." After saying that, he left Yu Huan and went to the window to eat.

Yu thought he would come back, his body was tense, he lowered his head and smashed the tomatoes and eggs on the plate, scooped a spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, sweet and sour, which is not bad, obviously he likes to eat , Chewing, chewing, chewing until the meal was finished, Feng Zhuwang didn't appear again.

The little bastard in Chu Xiayi's mouth had already finished eating, found a place to sit down and ate with her roommates, and frowned while eating, commenting in her mouth: "What kind of taste is this?" It's sour and sweet, a little sweeter, Diffuse in the mouth.

The roommate was speechless: "Tomato and egg flavor, if you don't like it, you want it? If you don't eat it, let me eat it."

Feng Zhuwang said harsh words in a flat voice: "If you don't eat, I won't give it to you. Keep the chopsticks away from my plate."

So Feng Jiuwang bumped into him on purpose, so Yu couldn't figure out what he was going to do and had to be vigilant all the time.

In the physical education class in the afternoon, several departments crowded together on the playground, Feng Jiuwang played basketball, Chu Xiayi skipped class with a few girls and sat in the auditorium and shouted his name to cheer him on.

Feng Juwang passed the ball to his teammate, but instead of running after him, he jogged a few steps and stopped and said to the audience: "Stop shouting."

Chu Xiayi pursed her lips, shrugged her shoulders indifferently, her soft long hair was spread out, and she was eye-catching beautifully, "I know, let's play your ball well, you have no heart."

Several boys on the playground looked at her. A beautiful person deserves a lot of attention. Feng Zhuwang turned his head back and concentrated on playing.

During the intermission, Chu Xiayi brought water to him in person, and the manicure hand held the bottle, and raised her head to ask Feng Jiuwang, who was taller than her: "I came to cheer you on before I even attended class, and I'll show you more face, you Are you still not happy to show me face?"

Feng Juwang broke it down and said: "If you don't want to go to class, you don't want to go to class. Don't use me as an excuse, and tell them to stop shouting, it's so annoying." The drops of water rolled down together, it was extremely sexy.

Chu Xiayi glanced around and snorted softly, "It's quite popular."

Feng Juwang didn't hear clearly, and frowned, "What are you muttering about?"

"Talking about you, obviously in the Monk Temple, there are more monks and less meat, but there are still many girls staring at you." Chu Xiayi pointed at her eyes and pointed at Feng Jiuwang, who was caught by Feng before she even touched the ground. After looking away subconsciously, she was even angrier, "They must all be blind."

"Happy as you like, and tell them to stop barking, and go next door if you want to practice your voice." The school next door to them is the Art Academy.

Chu Xiayi was about to be laughed out of anger, how could this little bastard's mouth be so choking.

The physical education class was about to end, and Yu had to go to the South Campus to hand over the documents. He took a shortcut across the playground, and the students who thought he knew him all said hello.

The blah boy called him "Brother Yu, why are you going?" The girl was a little more shy, saying "Hello, instructor" in a timid voice.

Yu Huan responded with a smile one by one.

He took a lunch break today and slept in the faculty dormitory. He didn't have time to style his hair. Two strands of restless hair hung down and swayed with his steps.

Passing by the basketball court, those bastards threw the ball over and said, "Brother Yu is here to play!"

Yu also waved his hand: "No, I have something else to do." He bent down to pick up the rolled basketball, and someone came over to take the ball, and when he looked up, it was Feng Jiuwang again.

Yu failed to hold the ball back, and the ball fell down and rolled to Feng Jiuwang's feet. The boy stepped on the ball, pulled up his clothes and wiped the sweat from his chin, exposing his firm waist and abdomen soaked in sweat.

Yu turned his head away, only to hear Feng Jiuwang ask: "Can the teacher play basketball?"

Yu also said: "I still have something to do, I don't want to talk to you..."

Feng Jiuwang interrupted him: "Can you?"

"……Won't."

"Well, I guess you won't either."

"what?"

"It's nothing." Feng Juwang bent down to pick up the ball, and said "goodbye, teacher" very obediently.

Yu Huan felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't help but look at him more.

Feng Zhuwang bared his teeth and smiled too brightly. The sweat on his forehead dripped into his eyes, and it hurt, but he didn't say anything, just thinking in his heart that he really wouldn't.

Such slender wrists, hands with distinct phalanges, and such white complexion are really not suitable for playing basketball. It seems that if you apply a little force, the ball will break as soon as it touches it.

Feng Zhuwang's mind was full of messy thoughts, he licked his chapped lips, turned around and threw the ball back to the court.

After class, Chu Xiayi quickly posted it. The girl smelled sweet and fruity. She changed her perfume today and it smelled very good.Feng Juwang frowned and didn't say anything. He doesn't like any fruity aroma, and he doesn't like to eat fruit either.

"When did you have such a good relationship with your instructor?"

"Huh?" Feng Jiuwang took out his phone, and responded without distraction, "No."

Chu Xiayi grabbed his mobile phone: "I'm talking to you, don't play games for me."

Feng Zhuwang stuffed his hands into his pockets empty-handed.

"Ask you something." Chu Xiayi said aloud, "You actually ran over to talk to him, didn't you dislike him before?"

"Is there?" Feng Juwang shifted his attention to a tree beside the playground, but it was not Chu Xiayi's place.

Chu Xiayi was so angry that her teeth itched, she wished she could give him a hammer.

"No? Every time I mentioned him, you ignored him. I thought you hated him. "

"No hate, just bored."

"Huh? Are you speaking human language? Feng Jiuwang, are you a dog?"

"I don't feel bored now." Feng Zhuwang stretched out his arms and grabbed the girl's wrist, which was even thinner and more fragile than Yu Yu's. He grabbed it just to get back his mobile phone, and then let go, "I Back to the dormitory to play games, goodbye."

"You fucking..." No matter how accustomed Chu Xiayi was to his bad temper, she still couldn't help cursing.

Feng Zhuwang went straight back to the dormitory, WeChat stopped at the page for applying to add friends, and said slowly: Teacher, I am Feng Jiuwang.

On the other side, Yu was still busy with the matter at hand and saw the application message on WeChat, his hands shook.

I just know you don't want to add it.

He rubbed one side of the temple with some headaches, and after a minute passed, he agreed.

Feng Zhuwang saw that he and Yu were still friends, faced with a blank chat page, and directly pressed Exit to go to the game interface.

Yu still waited for a long time, thinking that he wanted to tell him what happened the night before, but in the end he didn't get anything, so he couldn't help but hammered the table, which startled the teacher who was working opposite him: "What's wrong, Teacher Yu?"

Yu also immediately put on an apologetic smile: "It's okay, I'm sorry, I didn't scare you."

Feng Jiuwang stayed in the dormitory until after eight o'clock, and Wei Yang came up from the third floor and asked him if he wanted to have dinner.

"Go out to eat." Wei Yang added.

"Who is there?" Feng Jiuwang asked.

Wei Yang mentioned a few names, all of whom were familiar.

"Go." Feng Juwang got up and took his mobile phone, and asked the roommate who was buried in the computer, "Do you still have to leave the door for you?"

Feng Jiuwang thought for a while and replied, "Keep it, it's just a meal."

The author says:

Yuyu: I'm so pissed off!