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

Chapter 82 more and more panic

Sister Jiao said that she had a dream when she was just pregnant with Ji Zhun. I strayed into a swamp and sank deeper and deeper. At the critical moment, I was rescued by a snow-white and fluffy deer. The deer's cry was very strange, it was "Zhun, Zhun, Zhun", so she decisively named her child Jizhun.

In the blink of an eye, the leaves have turned from tender green to dark green.

One day before sunset, there was a sudden chirping of cicadas outside the house. Ji Zhun and Tan Jingyang raised their heads from their desks and looked out the window, just in time to catch the sunset. A layer of cold air condensed on the half-filled popsicle in his hand, and a drop of water flowed along the outer shell and down Ji Zhun's wrist to his forearm.

He raised his head and poured the crushed ice into his mouth in one go, put down his pen and stretched his waist:

"It's so hot."

"I'm going to turn on the fan." Tan Jingyang took off his glasses and stood up, carrying the electric fan behind Ji Zhun and setting it up.

The old standing fan shook its head and made a buzzing sound.

"I remember it wasn't so hot at this time last year." Ji Zhun threw the plastic popsicle shell into the trash can, turned around to face the fan, and said while shaking the collar of his jacket.

Tan Jingyang had taken his clothes for washing when he took a shower, and now he was wearing his T-shirt and shorts. The wind blew in through his collar, causing the somewhat baggy T-shirt to bulge. He has lost a lot of weight recently, and the collarbones on both sides are more prominent than before.

"You should eat more. Now you have too much input for studying every day. Your collarbone can be used as a soap box." Tan Jingyang touched the cigarette case from the table, stood by the window and lit it, and turned to ask, "What do you want to do at night?" What to eat? I'll make it for you."

"I don't eat less, but I lose weight every summer, and it grows back in autumn." Ji Zhun walked to Tan Jingyang's side, lit himself with his cigarette, and looked into the twilight.

After a cigarette, the sky turned dark.

Tan Jingyang's expression was hidden in the darkness, and was outlined by the afterglow of light. He put his arms around Ji Zhun's shoulders very naturally, and brought him to his side, and said softly in a deep voice, "It's my birthday."

"Yeah." Ji Zhun stubbed out the cigarette butt, raised his lips and looked at Tan Jingyang, "How about it, are you looking forward to it?"

Tan Jingyang paused when he heard the words, and soon understood the implication of Ji Zhun's words.

He pursed his lips and snorted, and the hand on the opponent's shoulder couldn't help but tightened again. Kuotou whispered in Jizhun's ear, "...I can't wait."

The low and ambiguous tone, wrapped in the smell of tobacco, penetrated Ji Zhun's ears, tickling his eardrums.

He raised his eyebrows, squinted his eyes provocatively, and said to Tan Jingyang: "Don't worry, I will definitely satisfy you." After speaking, he patted Tan Jingyang's buttocks, and said frivolously, "Little goblin ."

Tan Jingyang was startled by Ji Zhun's sudden address, and then he reached out and strangled the other person's neck, pulled him into his arms, and rubbed hard.

While rubbing it, he smiled and scolded: "Hey little goblin?... You'd better remember what you said today, so you don't regret it later."

"Regret?" Ji Zhun didn't show any fear at all, "If you regret it, I'll treat you like a grandson. If you don't make you beg for mercy, it won't be over!"