Zhan Jin is neatly dressed in his school uniform, with the zippers pulled to the top. His face is fair and handsome, and he is restrained without showing off his edge. He looks like a good student, and is completely incompatible with the students who sneak around and fight and make trouble all day long.

The man pressed against the wall cursed, and with a "bang" sound, the dagger grazed his face and was inserted into the wall. The wall dust fell down. The hand holding the dagger had strong muscles and beautiful joints, and he was silent for a moment.

"You even found helpers, right?" Yimijiu pointed at Jiang Chenyu, then pointed at Zhan Jin and sneered, "You might as well not leave today."

Jiang Chenyu: "I told you, nothing will happen without him."

"If you have something to say, you can't talk it over properly. Why do you have to be so violent?" Zhan Jin said peacefully, "Broken arms and legs are so ugly."

These words sounded threatening, but not enough to arouse hatred.

Having already taken action, there was no way to turn the big thing into a trivial matter. Seeing that the atmosphere had heightened to a certain level, a roar of the Hedong lion resounded in the sky.

"You! What are you doing!? Which class are you in!"

Near the school gate, a middle-aged man wearing a suit with a beer belly came forward menacingly. A few sparse hair was blown by the wind, revealing half of his bald head.

The visitor is the school’s dean.

Jiang Chenyu looked at the people coming and stood there without moving. His wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. The force made him tilt to the right. He staggered for two steps. He tried to twist his wrist but didn't move away. He looked up and saw Zhan Jin.

The side profile of his face was stunned for a second, and his feet started to run quickly according to the force for no apparent reason.

Several other people also reacted.

Three groups of people started running, one in the middle and the other in the back. The dean was chasing the 1.9-meter-tall boy, and the 1.9-meter-tall boy was chasing Zhan Jin and the others.

The shops on both sides of the street were open, and some people were sitting at the door eating melon seeds. They could be seen clearly on the road, and they became a landscape.

The dean has been fighting wits and courage with students all year round, and has very good physical strength. He chased them for a street before being thrown away, but the encounter between Zhan Jin and Jiang Chen was not over yet. At first, Zhan Jin pulled Jiang Chen Yu away, and later Zhan Jin

The speed slowed down, and Jiang Chenyu pulled Zhan Jin away.

The 1.9 meter figure was still chasing behind him. If it weren't for Zhan Jin, Jiang Chenyu wouldn't have wanted to run away. Those shady people had dirty intentions. Zhan Jin was implicated by him. They included Zhan Jin and wouldn't let Zhan Jin.

It's easy to leave. He is the only one who can resist. With Zhan Jin, he may not be able to take care of others.

They turned into an alley, which was full of twists and turns. Zhan Jin and the others ran into a dead end. Jiang Chenyu threw him against the wall. His body collided with the wall and made a muffled sound. Zhan Jin's shoulder blades were banged against each other.

Dull pain.

"You can't be gentle..." Before Zhan Jin could finish his sentence, Jiang Chenyu covered his mouth.

A few seconds later, chaotic footsteps sounded outside, then stopped. Someone cursed twice, picked a direction, and the footsteps faded away.

Jiang Chenyu's tense shoulders relaxed, and the back of his hand was tapped twice by Zhan Jin's index finger. Only then did he realize that he was still covering Zhan Jin's mouth. As soon as his hand relaxed a little, Zhan Jin pulled it off.

There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, which wet the ends of his hair. There was a flush on his face - he was holding it back. There were a few redder fingerprints next to his cheeks. His back was against the wall, he raised his head, and his jawline was

Tense, mouth open and gasping for air.

His school uniform was so neat that it became a mess, as if he had been ravaged.

Jiang Chenyu's fingertips curled up, his palms were a little wet, his eyes drifted to his red Adam's apple, he turned away, suddenly he didn't dare to look directly at him.

The feeling of the wind blowing against his face, the rising heartbeat from running at an extremely fast speed, the almost suffocating breath, and the burning lungs all came to him after a while. Jiang Chenyu gasped for air, and his heart beat violently.

Zhan Jin calmed down, but if Jiang Chenyu didn't let go, he would really be choked to death. He was so strong that there was no ventilation gap, and he was covering himself to death. I don't know how much hatred he felt.

"Murder," he breathed.

Fortunately, this one-meter-nine-meter tall man is just tall but not smart. The three of them all ran in the same direction. It was pure luck that they were caught.

Jiang Chenyu: "Sorry."

When Zhan Jin heard this apology, he glanced at Jiang Chenyu in surprise. Jiang Chenyu frowned and asked what he meant. Zhan Jin didn't mean anything else, but he didn't expect him to say these two words so easily.

Zhan Jin: “Didn’t hear clearly.”

Jiang Chenyu: "Forget it then."

"Alas." The tip of Zhan Jin's shoe touched Jiang Chenyu's shoe, "Who are you, Pan Yunxi?"

Jiang Chen stepped back when he saw the shoes, "Don't ask about things that have nothing to do with you."

"Those sports school students, look for him."

They were wearing school pants from the sports school next door, so their identities were easy to guess.

Zhan Jin laughed, his voice tired, "They are sending love letters to Pan Yunxi, why are you so nervous?"

Jiang Chenyu frowned, focusing on the first half of his sentence: "What love letter?"

When they were in the audience, they saw a pink envelope stuffed in the pocket of Yi Mi Jiu. After they took action, the love letter fell out with the name "Pan Yunxi" written on it.

Jiang Chenyu didn't seem to know.

"You didn't know you could fight with them?" Zhan Jin couldn't help but ask, "You school bullies fight so casually?"

Jiang Chenyu: "..." Who could have guessed the funny reason why they came here with so much fanfare.

He raised his eyes to meet Zhan Jin's smiling eyes, not wanting to be at a disadvantage, and said: "You good students are so skilled at climbing over the wall?"

"You pay close attention to me." Zhan Jin said, "Classmate Jiang."

Jiang Chenyu: "..."

He turned around and walked out, walked a few steps, then turned around and walked back quickly, standing in front of Zhan Jin, and glanced at Zhan Jin's face suspiciously, "How do you know it was written by them? They are men."

"What's wrong with the man?" Zhan Jin asked.

"How can a man give it to a man..." He said, suddenly realizing something, his words got stuck, and he looked at Zhan Jin.

Zhan Jin also looked at him, tilted his head, pursed his lower lip with his beautiful lips, and slightly curved the corners of his lips. He was not surprised at all, and looked interesting, "Are you discriminating?

"

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Jiang Chenyu frowned: "You also..." What do you mean by Pan Yunxi?

He couldn't figure out the second half of the sentence.

Zhan Jin doesn't mind being known about his sexual orientation, but he has never taken the initiative to tell anyone about it, neither admitting nor denying it. This is his usual attitude.

Their eyes met for a moment, and Jiang Chenyu had basically sketched out an answer in his mind.

"Fuck." He turned around and strode away, disappearing around the corner.

A few seconds later, the sound of rapid footsteps came back. Zhan Jin watched the man who had left and returned coming to him aggressively, grabbed his collar and pressed him against the wall. The tips of their noses were almost touching, and they breathed each other.

Spray it on the other person's face.

Jiang Chenyu said in a deep voice: "I'm warning you, don't try to take his ideas."

This "him" can only refer to Pan Yunxi.

Zhan Jin raised his hand and flicked the back of his hand, "Don't take advantage of me."

Jiang Chenyu looked down and saw that his clothes had been torn open by him, exposing his collarbone to shoulders. He reacted greatly and let go and took two steps back: "You! Little faggot."

Hearing this title, Zhan Jin was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "What's wrong, little straight man."

Jiang Chenyu: "Don't think that I am the same as you."

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Jiang Chen encountered twists and turns in the alley, brainstorming in his mind.

That gym student is a gay, and he wants to send a love letter to Pan Yunxi. Damn it.

Zhan Jin is also a gay and wants to send a love letter to Pan Yunxi. Damn it.

In Jiang Chenyu's impression, gay men play very messy ways. When he worked in a boxing gym before, he met a gay man who hired a boxing coach and wore make-up that was voluptuous and coquettish.

But gays are not necessarily all that kind of virtuous. Zhan Jin looks nothing like him, he is fair and clean, and his smile is quite clean.

Jiang Chen paused when he heard the news, wondering whether he should wait and see if those people left.

Zhan Jin looked at someone who came back again and again with a stinking face.

Jiang Chenyu walked up to Zhan Jin, and a shadow enveloped him, "Get up and leave."

After he left, Zhan Jin was so dizzy due to Jiang Chen's boredom that he didn't care about getting dirty. He slid along the wall and sat on the ground to rest, but he didn't expect him to snap back.

Jin was taught by words and deeds at home, and he always paid attention to his image in public. He stood up and patted his clothes. There was moss on the back of his school uniform, so he had to go back and wash it.

Jiang Chen walked forward without saying anything, and Zhan Jin didn't speak either.

After exiting the alley and facing the main street, the two of them walked away separately.

Zhan Jin took out his mobile phone to check the time, and then remembered Qin Rui. When he arrived at the Internet cafe, before he could get closer, a group of people came out of the Internet cafe in a long queue, all wearing school uniforms. The one at the front was chasing them not long ago.

the dean of education.

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The next morning, there were a few people sitting sporadically in the classroom, and some people were eating instant noodles with the windows open. In the back row, Zhan Jin had test papers spread out on the table to make up for his homework. School was almost over at that time yesterday, and he didn't go back to school, and his books were gone.

Didn't take it back.

There was a soft "pop" sound.

Zhan Jin looked up. A notebook was placed on the corner of his desk. On the notebook was a box of breakfast. He turned his head and looked at his deskmate who had just arrived in the classroom.
To be continued...