On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

Think of Jin Heng as telling a lie.

He really left Wen Yan behind in his last life.

Jin Heng doesn't understand many things as well as he imagined, for example, Wen Yan has such a mother and such a background. Another example, the other party has been the one who was given up since childhood...

Jin Heng hugged him tightly, trying to cover up his despicable deeds in the previous life with his scorching body temperature and dense kisses. Just like when heavy snow falls, it covers all dark colors and leaves no trace.

The pace shifted, and the two fell on the sofa one after another. Jin Heng held Wen Yan's face and kissed the scar on his side face over and over again, panting and ambiguity intertwined, past and reality entangled.

"Jin Heng..."

Wen Yan hugged him tightly, his voice a little hoarse. Feel the astonishing possessiveness hidden deep in the other party's eyes. A broken piece of the heart was finally pieced together. At least for this moment, he felt that he was not alone.

Clothes slipped quietly, fell to the ground along the edge of the sofa, and piled up into balls.

Wen Siwan left without looking back, but there were still some people who were unwilling to stay where they were.

Wen Yan's mind was blank, and strange feelings came over him one after another, smashing his rationality to pieces. Five fingers with well-articulated joints ran through Jin Heng's hair, and it was hard to tell whether it was intolerable or something else, slowly tightened, and then slowly relaxed.

In the cool air-conditioned room, their hair was soaked in sweat and condensed into strands. As soon as the air-conditioning blows, the temperature is icy cold.

Wen Yan kissed lightly on the back of Jin Heng's ear for a moment, leaving a light mark, and finally felt that it was not enough, so he continued to kiss deeply, seeing that the mark gradually turned into light purple, he was satisfied.

Wen Yan brushed aside the broken hair in front of Jin Heng's forehead, his eyes were reddish, and his voice was hoarse: "Will it be seen by others?"

Jin Heng shook his head, not paying much attention: "It doesn't matter."

He even left one behind Wen Yan's ear in the same position, then rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, and said with a smile, "Is it a couple's money?"

Wen Yan's hair is shorter, so it's not easy to hide it. But he didn't care about Jin Heng, and he didn't think it was a big deal, and the words were gradually submerged between the lips and tongues of the two: "Of course..."

They were originally a couple.

An intimate contact wiped away all the accidents brought by Wen Siwan, and it disappeared in an instant, as if she had never been here. After Wen Yan took a shower, remembering that Baldy Liu had assigned homework, he took out a few crumpled papers from his schoolbag and spread them out on the table, then stopped moving.

"Is the homework assigned by the teacher just to make you stare at the test paper in a daze?"

Jin Heng dried his hair and came out of the bathroom. Seeing Wen Yan's appearance, he knew he couldn't do it. He casually pulled a chair and sat down beside him, with a faint vapor on his body: "Where can't it be?"

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, he rubbed it with his hands, and peeked at him through his fingers: "No way."

Jin Heng: "..."

Well, he should have known earlier, this question is simply superfluous.

Jin Heng glanced at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, with Wen Yan's speed of solving the problem, it may be a problem whether he can sleep tonight. He took off the pen cap and tore off a piece of draft paper: "One question at a time."

Liu Tuzi obviously considered the overall ability of the students in his class, and the papers were not too difficult, but for a scumbag like Wen Yan, it was still like a bible.

The first few questions were okay, and I could barely solve them, but it became more and more difficult in the latter part. Wen Yan tried his best to open his eyelids, and regretted why he had to take out the paper. It would be nice to go to class to copy it tomorrow morning.

Jin Heng held Wen Yan's shoulders and straightened his dozing head: "It's only half an hour away from writing."

Wen Yan took a look, and found that the reverse side was full of large-scale solution questions, his eyes widened for a moment: "Fuck, I don't even know how to do it."

Jin Heng: "I'll teach you."

Wen Yan didn't say a word, Jin Heng's answer was different from what he imagined. For example, "I'll do it for you", "Then you go to bed first", "Then don't write", it seems to be a thousand miles away.

Jin Heng seemed to see what he was thinking, smiled and said: "Why don't you squint for a while and write again?"

In the middle of Wen Yan's arms.

Jin Heng sighed and hugged him into his arms. Wen Yan didn't reject this posture with all his hair like the first time, and found a comfortable position to lean on Jin Heng's shoulder, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Wen Yan was very quiet when he fell asleep, he only looked at his appearance, it was the kind of naughty style that girls like most at the moment, but his brows and eyes were vaguely lingering and sharp, not at all like his mother picture.

Little punk, that's what everyone called him.

Jin Heng used to think it was a derogatory term, which made people avoid it. But when it was put on Wen Yan's body, and spit out from the tip of his tongue, it had an indescribably lingering meaning.

Even if he is a little gangster, he is still his little gangster.

Jin Heng raised his hand and stroked Wen Yan's hair, not wanting to wake him up again. With the other hand, he gently turned the paper over, held the pen and continued to write the questions. Pausing for a moment from time to time, imitating Wen Yan's handwriting, at first glance they are seven to eight points similar.

Wen Yan, who was full of vigilance, slept surprisingly peacefully in his arms. Just like when the two met for the first time, Jin Heng's clean school uniform smelled of laundry detergent, it was dry in the sun, and the warm wind was slightly intoxicating.

Surrounded by such feelings, no matter how sharp the thorn is, it will soften.

If in other places, the climate should already have

It's getting colder. It's just that the midsummer here is so long that people directly skip the existence of autumn. Outside the wind shakes the branches and rustles, and a whirling tree shadow is reflected on the glass window.

In the early morning of the next day, Xu Meng was sitting in his class, writing hard to make up his homework, copying east and west, barely filling up a paper.

He took a long breath, wondering why Wen Yan didn't come, but saw the latter lazily walking in from the back door of the classroom with his hands in his pockets, and then sat down in his seat extremely "slowly".

Xu Meng glanced at the time: "There are ten minutes left, you don't make up your homework?"

Although there was no expression on Wen Yan's face, there was an invisible feeling of showing off. He took out the test paper from his schoolbag, slapped it on the table, and said bluntly, "I've finished writing it long ago."

Xu Meng wanted to give you what he could. He picked up Wen Yan's test paper, glanced at it roughly, but as a scumbag, he couldn't tell what was right or wrong at all, and asked suspiciously, "You wrote it yourself?"

Wen Yan was quite generous, raised his eyebrows and said, "Copy it or not?"

Xu Meng shook his head in disgust: "I don't copy."

Whoever gets impatient to copy Wenyan's test papers will be better off copying the second idiot than him.

Wen Yan groaned: "I don't mind copying it for you."

Liu Tuzi came very early recently, one is to check the morning reading, and the other is to prevent students from making up their homework. As soon as the class bell rang, the school committee collected all the papers from the class and put them neatly on the podium.

The whole morning is Liu Baldy's class. He pulled out his chair and sat down, casually flipped through a few test papers, and said in a drawn-out voice, showing no emotion or anger, "You didn't copy it, did you?"

Everyone in the audience shook their heads in unison and said in unison: "No copy!"

Shocked by their shamelessness, Liu Baldzi broke off a piece of chalk and threw it down. He wished that what he threw down was a grenade. Killing one counted as one: "I didn't copy a fart!"

Eight of the ten papers were exactly the same. Someone cleverly changed a few multiple-choice questions, but the answering process for the following big questions was all the same. Another idiot copied the square root of 5 into fifty-five.

At the beginning of the third year of high school, a group of interns were sent out in the class, and the crowded classrooms were also emptied. If these students are not working hard, they might as well go out to work earlier.

Liu Baldzi hates iron for being weak, with a sullen face and frowning, he took out the red pen and frantically corrected the test paper for a while, and cursed after finishing one sheet: "Please copy your homework next time!" Use your brain, you can’t even copy your homework, don’t say you are my student when you go out in the future!”

"Liu Xiyuan! You can give me 13 for multiple choice b, take the paper down!"

"Who is this...Chen Xiaozhi, I see that you and Liu Xiyuan copied the same copy, write them all as 13 for me, take it down!"

Liu Baldzi is rarely so angry. The students below were still laughing and watching the fun, but they unconsciously fell silent when they saw this, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Xu Meng looked up at the sky, trying to recall, did he also copy b into 13 just now? It's terrible.

"Xu Meng!" Liu Baldzi really called his name, "I lost my eyesight from playing games, take some time to go to the hospital to have a look, and take the test paper!"

deserve it~

Wen Yan sat in the back, crossed his legs, and raised his middle finger at him, gloating at his misfortune.

When Xu Meng passed by him, he also pointed his middle finger back and said in a low voice, "I'll see how much you can pass the test."

They are all scumbags, so don't laugh at the uncle and the second uncle.

Wen Yan rubbed his chin, thinking that the following topics were all written by Jin Heng, so there should be no mistakes. But there was still some uneasiness in his heart, he let out a hiss, and rubbed his fingertips unconsciously. He straightened up slightly and glanced at the podium, not surprisingly, he found that Baldy Liu was correcting his paper——

Don’t ask how you recognized it, it’s wrinkled like pickles, and there’s only one for the whole class.

After about a minute or so, Baldy Liu suddenly said, "Wen Yan?"

The voice was a little unbelievable.

Xu Meng laughed, waiting to see a good show.

Wen Yan has always been lazy, not very afraid of the teacher, so he just sat on his seat and raised his hand: "Teacher, I am here."

Liu Baldzi ignored him, turned over the paper in his hand twice, and finally confirmed that it was correct, then asked suspiciously: "Did you write the paper yourself yesterday?"

Wen Yan couldn't tell what he meant for a while, so he replied slowly: "Yes."

Baldy Liu hissed, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he shook the crumpled pickle paper: "You're improving too fast, you're the only one in the class with a perfect score."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole class was shocked, and turned their heads to look at Wen Yan, with disbelief written in their eyes.

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment, full marks?

Xu Meng turned his head to look at him, and said inscrutably, "A certain younger brother wrote it for you."

It's also Jin Heng's fault. I was so busy imitating handwriting yesterday that I forgot to correct the correct rate, and wrote a complete correctness by hand.

Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, thinking what the hell was going on. He scratched his hair, frowned, thinking about how to reply. Say you wrote it yourself, it’s too fake, say it’s not, and there’s no way to explain where the answer to the question comes from.

Liu Baldzi never guessed that Wen Yan had invited foreign aid. After all, the highest score in the class was only in the early 100s. Looking at the paper, I was overjoyed. since he took over

How long has it been since I saw a full score in this class, so I couldn’t hold back and asked again: “Did you write it yourself?”

Wen Yan: "...Yes."

Xu Meng sat in the front, rolled his eyes, and said in his heart: Shameless.

The author has something to say: Wen Yan: Even if I die, I will not confess Jin Heng.

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