The Male Lead is Forced to Work Hard

But why does the heart hurt so much?

The teenager on her heart is approaching her dreams step by step. She should be happy for him instead of daring to finish watching his show like it is now.

"Twelve o'clock, do you sleep?"

The sound of dissatisfaction suddenly came, interrupting Ruan Yue's trance thoughts.

She looked up and stared at her, Lu Shenzheng leaning against the head of the bed.

After cohabitation, what should have happened already happened. At this moment, Ruan Yue looked at him, but he was overwhelmed by the heavy sorrow in his heart.

She was born pretty, with well-proportioned flesh and skin, fair skin, and a pair of eyebrows with a pair of clear and clear eyes. Can evoke the possessiveness of men.

At this moment, this always-cold beauty, with half-dried long hair scattered, the graceful swan neck slightly tilted up, looked at him with a rare sense of confusion and helplessness.

Only when she was confused, did she occasionally reveal such a look.

Lu Shen felt that she might be cheap, sighing, she lifted the air conditioner and got off the bed, went to the sofa, and leaned over to hug the man.

"let me go!"

Once in his arms, Ruan Yue shouted.

Lu Shen threw her on the bed, her two arms propped on her side, caged her whole body under her, raised her chin and asked, "Oh, are you still angry?"

He graduated from a physical education school, and his height was close to one meter nine. This cage was extremely oppressive. Ruan Yue felt depressed and did not want to quarrel with him at night, let alone quarrel with him. Look at him and just say: "Stop talking, sleep."

When the words fell, he lifted his arm with one hand and faced the wall to sleep.

Lu Shen turned off the light and took her in her arms.

As soon as the hand was stretched out, it was pushed away.

After tossing like this for three times, his voice was cold, "What do you mean?"

Ruan Yue didn't say anything.

He was even more angry, "Are you sick? Am I untouchable?"

Ruan Yue still did not say anything.

There is a small window on the wall above her head. A thin layer of curtains cannot completely block the light. The light moonlight leaks in, like silver frost, caged on her fair face covered by black hair.

Her shoulders were low, like birds, curling herself up.

For a while, she leveled her hard. The boy had a thin and hard cocoon on his fingertips, which was buckled on her chin, which made her skin hurt.He grabbed her face with one hand and bowed her head with hot breath, covering her like an irritated beast to punish disobedient prey.

The prey struggled silently and fiercely, extending its claws and scratching his neck.

"hiss--"

In the dark, Lu Shen reached over his neck and covered his neck with a dull voice, stained with a bit of teeth and teeth, "You fucking cat..."

Before waiting for the rest of his words, Ruan Yue slammed the man away and got out of bed.

At this moment of her back, a bare arm was pulled by a burst of force, turning around in circles, and Ruan Yue heard a bang.

A sharp pain in the forehead came, and she was black before fainting.

——

"Class begins."

Confused, Ruan Yue's arm was pushed twice.

She was sleeping uncomfortably, frowning and raising her eyelids, just in front of a well-defined face.When the boy saw her waking up, she turned her head and opened the political book in her hand.

Qin Ziyu?

After graduating from high school for more than five years, Ruan Yue still has an impression of the boy who used to be at the same table, but for a moment he wondered why he suddenly appeared?

She held her forehead in one hand, her expression stunned, staring at the person for a few seconds without looking away.

Qin Ziyu turned his head again, and was a little uncomfortable, reminding him: "This lesson is politics."

Ruan Yue “Oh,” he lowered his head thoughtfully, turned his hand over and over, and for a while, bit his knuckle in Qin Zi’s unclear eyes.

It hurts...

Did she return to the classroom of Class 29?

Her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't bear the recognition. She turned around and looked out the window.

After the preparation bell rang, the hallway became quiet, and she looked up, through the glass windows and corridor eaves, and found the sky high in the distance, the sky was incredible blue.

Fu Zhixing held a pile of workbooks and walked right by her window.

He was wearing high-school white uniforms with short sleeves, dark blue trousers, and his back was straight and thin, his face flickering, Junxiu was cold, and the mottled light and shadow jumped on his shoulders in the afternoon, letting the far away The figure is like a dream.

"Class!"

Severe drinks from the podium suddenly pulled people back to reality.

"Hello teacher--"

In the impression, the female teacher who taught politics in the second year of high school was very fierce. Ruan Yue stood up reflexively and followed the crowd in the classroom to shout this greeting. After sitting down, she controlled her beating heart and reached into the table hole. Take out the political book.

"Everyone turned the book to the tenth page, today we continue to the first lesson of Unit 1, "Culture and Economics, Politics"..."

"report!"

A loud male voice came from outside the door.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was interrupted, and the political teacher's face sank, and he turned to look at the door.

With a snap, the classroom door was pushed open directly.

Two tall boys stood at the door, and the hippie smiled, saying: "Sorry, teacher, I overslept."

"puff--"

There was an outdated grin in the classroom.

"What are you laughing laughing!"

The political teacher scolded and said to him, "Is it glorious to sleep too much, right? I can't hear the bell? I tell you two, don't bring me the crooked evil spirits of the ordinary class!"

"Eh, teacher, I don't like to listen to your words. What happened to the ordinary class? The students in the ordinary class are also dignified..."

"Hahaha, Li Shiyu is awesome!"

A boy in the back row of the classroom suddenly became restless.

Changning No. 1 Middle School is a private boarding school. After the second year of high school, the liberal arts have a Qingbei class, two experimental classes, and four ordinary classes. These two experimental classes include some related households and arts students. Discipline is particularly difficult to manage. , These two at the door are the famous black sheep in the grade!

The political teacher looked at Li Shiyu as a bastard, and suddenly pointed at someone, saying: "Don't take this class, just stand outside."

The words fell, and he turned to look at the back row of the classroom, "Qin Zheng! You also give me out!"

The named boy sighed, and amidst the laughter of "hahaha" in the classroom, he carried the book to the door of the classroom and walked past the other person outside the door. He heard the female teacher say behind him: " Lu Shen, you come in."