Bite Your Fingertips

The two walked to the dormitory building.

The silent street lamp dragged the shadow obliquely.

Chu Yu wrapped a thin coat and recalled the scene just now.If he was not dazzled, Lu Shi would have just... smiled?

Thinking of what, when he turned his head to ask Lu again, "Did you wait for me on the basketball court on purpose?"

I didn't realize it at the beginning, but now I think about it and realize that if Lu Shi really wants to avoid him, there are so many places to hide.

But he didn't. Instead, he chose the basketball court.

Lu Shi was thin, with his back straight, his hands in his pockets, and his head slightly lowered to listen to Chu Yu's words.

Answer, "Well, I'm afraid you won't find it elsewhere."

Chu Yu didn't know how to answer.

So angry, why can't he find it elsewhere?

But after thinking about it, it seems that this is indeed the case.

Except for the classroom, dormitory, cafeteria, and basketball court, he has no idea.If Lu Shi was not on the basketball court, he would really have to look around for a long time.

Chu Yu exhaled and explained to Lu Shi, "That person's blood in the morning,"

As soon as he said the first half of the sentence, Lu Shi's expression suddenly faded by two points.

But the explanation still has to be explained, Chu Yu continued, "His blood tastes very bitter, that is, the taste of a lot of Chinese medicine cooked together in a big pot. It smells very, very unpleasant, so I watched more eye."

Lu Shi stopped.

Chu Yu also stopped, wondering, "What's the matter?"

Lu Shi stuck his hand in his pocket for a long time, but his fingertips were still cold.

He traced Chu Yu's lips with his cold fingertips and spoke softly.

"No. No matter whether other people's blood is bitter, smelly, unpleasant, or something else, you are not allowed to smell it. You are not allowed to be curious about the blood of anyone except me. Okay?"

Although the three words "good or bad" were used at the end, they didn't give Chu Yu any choice at all.

Chu Yu felt a light itching on his lips, "Can I answer it?"

"No."

Really domineering.

Chu Yu complained in his heart, but he knew that this was something he condoned, and he personally told Lu Shi that you can do this and make such a request.

He also promised him that only your blood smells good, and I only suck your blood.

A little confusion arose in Chu Yu's heart--why, it suddenly became like this?

Before he could figure out why, Lu Shi spoke again, "Chu Yu."

When his thoughts were interrupted, he rolled his eyes and looked at Lu, "Huh?"

Lu Shi stretched his left index finger in front of him, and there was a crimson blood scab on it—a wound from a plastic straw.

Then he heard Lu Shi say, "Chu Yu, it hurts."

His voice was dull, mixed with the cool autumn night wind in his ears.

"Who just said it didn't hurt?"

"I."

Lu Shi was not half-distracted, "It was just now, now is now. Chu Yu, it hurts now."

In front of Chu Yu's eyes, the indifferent expression of Lu Shi's finger when he used a straw to prick his finger again appeared.

He compromised, pursed his lips, and blew gently at the wound, "Does it still hurt?"

"pain."

Chu Yu struggled.

Finally, he leaned closer and licked the wound with the tip of his tongue.

When he stopped his movements and raised his eyes, he could not distinguish the emotional sight when he landed.

Inexplicably, Chu Yu stumbled a bit, "Lu Shi, are you still in pain?"

Withdrawing his hand and inserting it into his pocket, Lu Shi's voice was dumb, "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore."

I don't know how many times Lu Shi's fingertips have been bitten, but this time, it feels a little strange.

But the specifics are strange, but I can't explain it.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yueshan and Li Hua were mentally prepared to continue to be blown by the cold current.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Lu Shi sat down in his seat, they turned around and handed the thermos cup to the school.

"Today's chicken soup, drink quickly!"

Lu Shi took the cup, unscrewed it, and drank seriously.

Zhang Yueshan and Li Hua looked at each other.

"This is... the winter is over?"

Li Hua's face was deep, "Sure enough, men are fickle."

After the monthly exam, the autumn sports meet will be fast.

Brother Meng stood on the podium and thumped the table with a loud voice, "Brothers and sisters, can you take a look at me, no, take a look at the sports meeting registration form in my hand? Look, the registration form is Isn't it particularly shiny?"

No one cares about him.

Brother Meng is used to this kind of treatment. He sighed and started to ask next to each other, "Dear, are you interested in sports events? Would you like to understand? Free explanation!"

Fang Ziqi burst into laughter when he was asked, "I'm silly, brother Meng, don't hold your throat to talk, you are so strong, speaking like this is disgusting! Hahahaha!"

Brother Meng slapped the table, but his voice was still very fine, "So dear, do you sign up? Do you want to listen to the free explanation of each project?"

Fang Ziqi couldn't stand it anymore, "Report it, just beg you not to explain to me, don't want to listen or listen! I want the runner, even sprints, I can't have explosive power, long-distance running is a little better."

"it is good!"

Pulling a strong man, Meng Ge was very happy, more motivated, and continued to stalk the classroom with his throat.

When Brother Meng stood by Chu Yu's desk, Chu Yu was concentrating on reading comics.

Brother Meng glanced at the content of the comics and cleared his throat, "School girl, do you want to be like the protagonist in the comics, flying on the court and throwing the blood of youth!"

Chu Yu looked up at him, refusing, "I don't want to."

"why?"

Chu Yu had good reasons, "Last year's sports meeting, the one who ran 200 meters had cramps in his feet, fell, and his face was scratched and scarred. There are still marks.

Brother Meng dragged a chair, very patiently, "Then...shot put?"

"No, the shot is easy to hit the face."

"High jump or long jump?"

"Easy to touch your face."

"Swim?"

"Hair is all wet, so ugly."

"tennis?"

Before Chu Yu answered, Brother Meng asked and answered, "The ball will hit the face."

"Correct!"

Scratching his hair, Brother Meng was worried, "Then what can you participate in?"

Chu Yu frowned and struggled together, thinking about it, and tentatively suggesting, "Probably...beauty pageant?"

"Fuck, there will be a fart beauty pageant in sports!"

Chu Yu squeezed the comic book, his shoulders kept shaking with suffocated smile.

Brother Meng gave up, skipped Chu Yu, and aimed at Zhang Yueshan, "Squad leader, it's time for you to shine!"

Before Zhang Yueshan could speak, Brother Meng filled in Zhang Yueshan's name behind the men's 5000m relay and shot put.

Zhang Yueshan pointed to the tennis column, "I also sign up for this."

Brother Meng was grateful, "The monitor is mighty!"

Fearing that he would change his mind, he quickly wrote his name on it.

Lu Shi just came back from outside.

Brother Meng beamed his eyes and waved his sturdy arms, "Lu Shen! Sports meet, what event do you report?"

Lu Shi didn't answer, and asked Chu Yu first, "What did you report?"

Chu Yu looked innocent, his pale eyes were a little sly, "I want to apply for a beauty pageant, but unfortunately there is no such item."

"Ok."

Rubbing Chu Yu's hair smoothly, Lu Shi asked again, "What project do you want me to report for?"

"what?"

Chu Yu was a little overwhelmed.

Lu Shi is letting him make a decision?

Taking a glance at the registration form, Chu Yu was not sure, "How about...three kilometers?"

"Want to watch me run?"

"Yup."

Lu Shi turned to Mengge.

Brother Meng quickly returned to his senses, "Okay! Thank you, God Lu, for your class!"

While writing Lu Shi’s name, Brother Meng was talking in his heart——

It seems, not so much for the class to shine and heat, but rather...for the school flower?

My day, this idea is dangerous!

Before leaving, Brother Meng did his best to instruct, "Squad leader, Lu Shen, there is still half a month before the sports meeting. You should practice long-distance running more. Otherwise, you will get cramps in half of the run, or you will fall on the track. ."

Chu Yu remembered this sentence.

In class, he was restless, thought for a while, tore a piece of paper, and wrote a line of words, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on Lu Shi's desk.

Lu Shizheng focused on doing two things, studying the questions while listening to the class, and seeing a small paper ball hit in front of him, he raised his eyes to look at the fluffy back of Chu Yu's head.

turn on.

Above is the handwriting of the pupils as always.

"Do you want to make a long-distance running practice plan or something? I'm so scared."

Lu Shi replied on the note, "What are you afraid of."

The note was too small to write, so Chu Yu changed a stamped draft paper and wrote his worries on it.

"I'm so afraid that you fell while running and your face was scratched. What should I do?"

After writing, he felt that he couldn't express his tone and mood enough, so Chu Yu hit three exclamation marks, and drew a crying villain at the end.

When Lu Shi received the note, he stared at the villain at the end and took a second look, but did not reply.

After class, Lu Shi called Chu Yu's name.

"Chu Yu."

"Ok?"

"Since you are afraid, then you can make a training schedule for me."

Then, until the end of the evening self-study, Chu Yu was checking the information and making the schedule.

Something like "Kinematics", "Athletics and Physical Fitness" made him dizzy.

But anyhow, the training table was made.

Passing a thin page to Lu Shi, Chu Yu lifted his chin, "Look at my final results!"

Lu Shi watched it from start to finish, "Well, just follow your arrangement. We will go to the playground together at 6:30 tomorrow morning."

"it is good!"

After Chu Yuying finished, suddenly realized that something was wrong, "No, I'm with you?"

Lu Shi was holding the paper in one hand, sitting on the back of the chair, raising his eyes to look at Chu Yu, "Are you not going to supervise the scene?"

Chu Yu thought about this. At any rate, the schedule was made by himself, so how could he not be there in person?

"it is good!"

However, imagination and reality are always different.

Early in the morning of the next day, when he heard three knocks on the door, Chu Yu turned over on the bed, stepped on the carpet with bare feet, and went to open the door.

Without seeing who was standing at the door, he floated back to the bed like a wandering soul, and fell asleep wrapped in a quilt.

The door was closed and there was only a slight movement.

In the room, there is a faint aroma of fragrance floating in the air.The curtains were tightly drawn, and only the small night light in the corner was on, sprinkling a weak warm light.

Chu Yu held the quilt in his hand, breathing smoothly.

Lu Shi stood by the bed, bent over, pulled Chuyu's quilt, "Get up."

Chu Yu reacted to Lu Shi's voice. He firmly grasped the quilt with his fingers and muttered vaguely, "Don't... sleep... sleep for another five minutes."

Lu Shi really waited quietly for five minutes.

Five minutes later, Lu Shi pulled off Chu Yu's quilt again, "Five minutes are here."

Chu Yu couldn't open his eyes, pulling on his clothes when he landed, and barely sat up, still shaking, and there was a tendency to fall back on the bed in the next second.

Lu Shi whispered, "Sit down."

Chu Yu chose to be obedient instinctively.

He was drowsy in his mind, not conscious, and raised his arm subconsciously.

Lu Shi lowered his eyes and watched as Chu Yu's soft hair was messed up asleep. He sat on the soft bed and looked dozing off with his head lowered. He took the school uniform from the side and shook it away.

Afterwards, he helped Chu Yu take off his pajamas and put on the white shirt of the school uniform.

With well-knotted fingers, patiently buckle the buttons one by one.

Fasten the top buckle, and your fingertips inadvertently touched Chu Yu's apple.

Lu Shi suddenly wondered--in the past, would someone else help him get through his clothes like this?

For a moment, the heart seemed to be pierced by the spikes of the rose, his eyes darkened.

The knuckles were slightly bent, and Lu Shi lifted Chu Yu's chin and asked him in a low voice, "Who am I?"

Without opening his eyes, Chu Yu answered vaguely, "Lu Shi."

"Well, very good."