his fangs

Zeng Yang is very happy now that a big matter in his heart has been resolved.

So much so that before he set off to participate in the physics competition, he teased Zhou Xin more than once: "You really don't want to go with me?"

Zhou Xin got impatient with the question, and answered him with a slight frown: "What's there to see in a group of people's exams? It's still far away."

Zeng Yang laughed and almost threw all the salt on the spoon into the boiling water pot.

Zhou Xin rolled his eyes and left the kitchen.

In the middle of the room, there is a square table with light brown stripes. At this time, several white papers are piled up on it.

Zhou Xin picked up a sheet, looked at it, put it down again, and put away the paper full of sketches.

"Draw something again?" Zeng Yang walked out.

Zhou Xin hummed, put the painting in the drawer, looked at the glass bowl in his hand, "What is this? Steamed eggs?"

"Cush your stomach." Zeng Yang said, "The soup will be ready in a while."

Zhou Xin nodded, took the bowl, and ate slowly with the rice.

"I've been able to sleep so much recently, I didn't see you taking time out to draw." Zeng Yang teased him.

"There is still time for that." Zhou Xin said, "It's not like you, who are so busy."

Zeng Yang: "Do I have any?"

Zhou Xin was eating and didn't answer.

"Do you want to bring you a gift?" Zeng Yang leaned against the table, watching him eat without haste.

Zhou Xin refused, and asked again, "You don't want to eat?"

Zeng Yang smiled, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab his wrist, with a little force, Zhou Xin turned his hand, and the spoonful of bibimbap that was supposed to be put into his mouth turned around and went into Zeng Yang's mouth.

Zhou Xin: "..."

Zhou Xin didn't even bother to roll his eyes.

"I can't hold the bowl by myself..." But before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and scooped up a spoonful, his lips suddenly felt hot, Zeng Yang's face was close in front of him, there seemed to be feathers brushing lightly on the side of his cheeks, the breath of the two of them mutually audible.

Zhou Xin was speechless for a moment, and opened his lips.

Their eyes are closed, their cheeks are close together, and the picture is gentle and tender.

……

Monday morning, the sky was overcast.

In the classroom, Zhou Xin lay prone in front of the window, looking down with a pouted face.

It was the time for morning self-study, a few students stood under the flag-raising platform, four women and three men lined up in a row, and a female teacher stood in front of them, looking left and right, talking in her mouth.

The school uniforms in the sea are quite interesting. Boys wear short-sleeved white shirts, ties, and black trousers; girls wear white shirts with red stripes on the cuffs and knee-length black pleated skirts; uniform black jackets, with red and white lines on the chest Embroidered with 'Haili Middle School' and the school badge.

Looking from a distance, a row of handsome men and beauties is particularly pleasing to the eye.

Zeng Yang was the tallest among them.

With his hands in his pockets, he stood in a very relaxed posture, neither straight nor arched. He seemed to be listening to the teacher's lectures very seriously. Wearing the school uniform made of suits on him, he instantly brightened a few degrees. The whole person is simply dazzling.

Zhou Xin, a few classmates who were traveling with him, couldn't call out their names, and couldn't see their faces clearly from a distance. Even if they met, if they didn't say a few words seriously, Zhou Xin probably wouldn't be able to recognize them the next time they met.Due to his personality, he doesn't bother to pay attention to people and things that he is not interested in or does not want to be interested in.

Looking at it, Zeng Yang, who was listening to the teacher's speech, suddenly turned his head towards him when the teacher looked at the others.

The eyes of the two met, Zeng Yang hooked his lips, and his smile was obvious.

Zhou Xin clicked his tongue, gestured goodbye to him, and turned back to his seat.

Under the flag-raising stage, Zeng Yang looked at the empty window and turned back with a smile.

"Very happy?" Teacher Jiang, who caught a glimpse of the movement between them one step away, asked with a complicated expression.

Zeng Yang paused, struggled for a moment, and nodded seriously, "Yes."

Someone muttered: "The show is starting again."

other people:"……"

Although he knew that the two were a couple, Mr. Jiang was still terrified that people in love would have zero IQ, so he said earnestly: "You are students, the most important thing for students is to study hard, you can talk about love at any time, this exam will not Waiting for your next time..."

Zeng Yang coughed and reminded Mr. Jiang, who was always on the job as a teacher, and said, "It's time, teacher."

Teacher Jiang looked at his watch, "It's early, the car didn't come." Then he continued: "Are you two serious? There are a lot of young boys nowadays who sell rot to follow the trend. You don't even want to take a look at it, you don't even need morals in order to attract people's attention, you two are so realistic, it's impossible to cheat, right?"

Zeng Yang quickly shook his head, "I promise not." By the way, he sighed that Mr. Jiang's enthusiasm for this topic has not changed.

"That's good, that's good. It's rare to see a pair that is still very eye-catching in reality. You must cherish it and earn more benefits." Teacher Jiang nodded and said, and then ignored a bunch of students with ellipsis expressions, looked at the watch and said, "Oh!" One sound, "The car is coming soon, hurry up, let's go."

Zeng Yang sent text messages to Zhou Xin while walking.

—Bao, I'm getting in the car.

The text message was sent successfully, Zeng Yang thought about it for two seconds, and always felt that this sentence didn't seem so right.

The phone vibrated lightly, and Zhou Xin replied a text message.

-fasten your seatbelt.

The reply was normal, and Zeng Yang shook off the feeling of something wrong with peace of mind.

Here, Zhou Xin stared at the sentence "I'm going to get in the car", shook his head, and shook off a trace of weird feeling.

The school bell rings.

Zhou Xin looked out of the window, the clouds were overwhelming, and the sky was as heavy as a piece of cloth soaked in gray.

When the foreign language teacher came in, Zhou Xin frowned, and turned around to listen to the class seriously.

In class, Tang Bai and Shao Dihua found that Zhou Xin was absent-minded all the time, and he didn't write a sentence in his notes.

After class, I didn't sleep on my stomach as usual.

The two at the same table looked at each other, Tang Bai winked, and Shao Dihua was speechless.

Just at this time, the foreign language teacher asked which group would like to read the English poem after class.

Tang Bai was active and eager to raise his right hand.

"Okay, Tang Bai and your group will recite." The foreign language teacher with blue eyes and deep-rimmed eyes smiled very gratified.

Zhou Xin and Shao Dihua: "..."

The two stood up helplessly.

Tang Bai cleared his throat, and said affectionately: "Summer for Thee, Grant I May Be, by Emily Dickinson."

"After reading English, translate it again." The teacher interrupted.

Hearing this, both Zhou Xin and Shao Dihua gave Tang Bai a glance, and the latter laughed.

Zhou Xin had no choice but to read: "Summerforthee..."

After reading a third of the time, he paused, and Shao Dihua continued in seconds.

The last sentence was recited by Tang Bai affectionately: "Androwmyblossomso'er! Praygatherme—Anemore—Thyflower—forevermore!"

The teacher nodded again and again: "Not bad, very good, the spoken English is very good, if the relationship is deeper, it will be more perfect, um, let's translate together."

The three of them had no choice but to continue reading: "If I could be your summer..."

The wind and rain are coming outside the classroom, and the noise of summer seems to be whispering in my ears.

Zhou Xin was chanting, and suddenly found that his heart had calmed down, without the disturbing feeling of panic a second ago.

"Very good, very good, two points for each person." When sitting down, the teacher said cheerfully.

Shao Dihua kicked Tang Bai under the table, which meant meddling in his own business.

Tang Bai was not happy, so he kicked him back, thinking to himself, I am sympathetic to my little friend, you idiot, go away.

Zhou Xin didn't pay attention to the two of them, and looked at the poems they had just read on the multimedia with a straight face. Seeing that, he probably felt better.

Tang Bai was tsk tsk in his heart, if Yang Zai wasn't there, he wouldn't have known that boy had such a great influence on Zhou Xin.

Look at the way he was so out of his mind just now.

Alas.

The sour smell of love.