What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 38 Confusion

    There was a "click" sound of keys opening the door outside the house, and     Ji Zhun's hand stroking Tan Jingyang's back tightened suddenly:

    "Someone is coming."

I froze in place.

    He frowned, followed the coke cans that fell on the ground to look at the two people on the sofa, and the plastic bag made a small rubbing sound between his fingers.

    Tan Jingyang's reddened eyes darkened, and her fragile and helpless expression quickly subsided.

    He supported the sofa and stood up, Cheng Zui nodded lightly: "I'm back."

    Cheng Zui pursed his lips, did not speak, and looked at Ji Zhun behind him through Tan Jingyang.

    Ji Zhun rubbed his wrists, then lifted the neckline up, and when he raised his head to meet Cheng Zui's eyes, he was still a little embarrassed.

    He subconsciously explained: "Hey, what was that just now, don't get me wrong..."

    It turned out that it was okay if I didn't explain, but the atmosphere became more subtle immediately after speaking.

    The main thing is that it doesn't matter if it's someone else, but Tan Jingyang, luckily Cheng Zui bumped into him.

    It's almost the rhythm of a large-scale family drama!

    Ji Zhun's mind reacted quickly, and then spit out a quip that he thought was very convincing.

    "Don't worry, I'm straight!"

    Cheng Zui was taken aback when he heard the words, and after a while, he put his fist on his chin and let out a series of chuckles.

    He shook his head and looked at Ji Zhun and said, "Don't be nervous, I know you are straight." After he finished speaking, he looked at Tan Jingyang with a smile, and said easily, "Brother Yang also knows, right?" "

    ... ..." Tan Jingyang was silent, but Cheng Zui could clearly see that his eyes became darker and returned to dead silence.

    "You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Cheng Zui shook the plastic bag in his hand, "I bought some vegetables, and Ji Zhun will stay and eat together?"

    "No, I had a late lunch." After Ji Zhun said this, he looked at Tan Jingyang again, only to see him silently turning around to go to the bathroom and closing the door.

    The cold water was slapped hard on the face, and Tan Jingyang's mind gradually cooled down.

    He was just a few steps away from being able to hold back and say it.

    Fortunately not.

    He held the sink and looked at himself in the mirror, only to see water droplets running down his hairline and dripping from his chin. The broken hair on the temples on his forehead lay softly against his skin. Combined with his red eyes and twisted eyebrows, he looked indescribably embarrassed and miserable.

    A strong feeling of disgust flashed in Tan Jingyang's eyes.

    He looked at the man in the mirror with a mocking sneer, stretched out his hand and slapped himself hard.

    "Did you hear that? Silly, he is straight. Give up now."

    ...

    Outside the house, Ji Zhun was about to leave. Tan Jingyang's final loss of control was unexpected by him, and he didn't know whether what he said to him had any effect. But that was all he could do today, after all, it was in front of Cheng Zui.