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Um?Okay, I don't seem to know.

Mr. T scratched his head, could it be that he didn't hear clearly when he was on the stairs?

Forget it, don't worry about such trivial things.

However, Mr. C, who is excellent in character and learning and never skips class, even asked for leave to accompany him to the hospital!What kind of sacrifice is this?You must know that even taking sick leave will affect the usual marks. This professional course is split [-]-[-] between the usual marks and the end of the semester, so the importance can be imagined.

Mr. C's Lei Feng behavior made Mr. T almost tear up with gratitude. He looked at Mr. C with tears in his eyes: "Are you okay if you don't take the class? This course has 4 credits, and the grade point accounts for a large proportion."

Mr. C dispelled his self-indulgence with one sentence.He said, "Is it difficult to achieve full grades?"

Oh.

Mr. T feels that he is still too simple, and he is always psychologically burdened by Mr. C's actions, but in fact, people don't need his worries at all.

Let him do what he likes, it's OK if he's happy.

I thought so, but when Mr. C took him to take the subway, he was once again spinelessly moved.

Why not take a taxi? Mr. C glanced at his pp.

Why no public transport? Mr. C said that the driver was too floaty and braked too hard, and he was afraid that he would feel unwell.

Why not ride a bike?impossible.As a pp, he can't ride a bike at all.

Mr. C is very thoughtful, and Mr. T feels very relieved.

However, it didn't take long to save worry, and he regretted it as soon as he got on the subway.The N line in the morning rush hour was not blown, it was crowded and irritating, Mr. T got into the car by a human-shaped wave like a tide, and drifted with the current to a handrail, his eyes glowed, and he stretched out his hand to reach it The pole is firmly grasped.

The flow of people around fluctuated back and forth, squeezing Mr. T, who was holding the pole, to spin and jump like a dancer, forcefully forcing out a charming pole dance.

Leaving aside the ugly stance, the most terrible thing was that the small tail on pp was bumped from time to time in the crowded friction of the crowd, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

At this time, Mr. C who squeezed towards him from the crowd was like a reborn parent, his whole image grew taller, shining brightly in Mr. T's heart.

The reborn parents are tall and tall, and it is much easier to move through the crowd than Mr. T's physique of an otaku.He quickly squeezed close to Mr. T, moved behind him, and reached out from behind him to grab the handrail.

So Mr. T was trapped in Mr. C's arms with his back pressed against his chest.

"Huh—" Mr. T breathed a sigh of relief, with Mr. C's solid human-shaped backing protecting him, the hemorrhoids felt a lot better.

Other than this pose being a bit weird, everything else is fine.

Mr. T turned his head and thanked Mr. C behind him, "Brother, you are so considerate!" Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he immediately froze.

The compartment was packed to the brim, Mr. C and him were almost seamless.As soon as I turned around, as long as I nodded slightly, I was completely leaning on Mr. C's shoulder!Or as long as Mr. C lowers his head, they can kiss passionately like the unsightly couple next to him.

what? Mr. T felt that his brain circuit was not normal.

As soon as Mr. T opened his mouth, his breath was almost all sprayed on Mr. C's neck. It was warm and warm, and Mr. C couldn't help feeling a little itchy.

He looked away from Mr. T uncomfortably, and only said: "It's okay, don't move, just hold on for a few stops and you'll be there."

When he spoke, Mr. T also felt a little uncomfortable.Because a gust of air gently and itchyly brushed his forehead, as if kisses had fallen there one after another.

Once this kind of thought popped up, it was out of control.He didn't even have time to find out where this idea came from and why it came out suddenly, a smear of red unscrupulously ran down his neck and climbed up to the base of his white tender ears.

He quickly turned around and stood with his back to Mr. C.

The weather was hot, and the air conditioner was fully turned on in the subway, but Mr. T felt that he was extremely hot.

The air conditioner must be broken, damn it!

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