The Guide is Always Expressionless

When the time was over, Barrow hurriedly packed his things and wanted to get out of the door. Unexpectedly, Crilanf approached him and asked for his name.

This man really doesn't remember himself, Barrow thought.

"Student, I’m Crilanf Biss in the first year of the special search department B, be a friend?" Crilanf stretched out his hand, kindly with this strange classmate who he kindly gave up his seat. Introduce, I hope to get acquainted with Guangjie good destiny.

"...Do you really know me? We were from the same high school, and we met. I'm Barrow Issa, Class A of Criminal Investigation Department for the first year." Barrow did not touch Crilanf. He had already endured the hand that was about to explode. If there was physical contact at this time, he was afraid that they would be on campus headlines tomorrow.

After hearing Barrow's words, Crilanf unexpectedly changed his face and looked at him with wide-eyed eyes: "Grass! I didn't even recognize, do you always love the little flathead that plugs me in the toilet! You!" I’ve pressed my head in the toilet and beaten my head several times, and now there is another kind to recognize me?"

Barrow: ...Is this guy actually a bit stupid? He seems to have a wrong memory.

"Uh...I..." Barrow wanted to explain, but the other party didn't plan to give him this opportunity.

"Are you trying to get revenge? Isn't it enough to be beaten? Don't think that you are now a higher self, and I will be afraid of you. Who doesn't know that you are the second generation of rich second-generation officials who are strong outsiders, and only rely on sentries. Identity oppresses the guide. I tell you, this is a free university, not your private schools that you can go to with the money, let you dominate!" Crilanf said louder and louder, even copied him The bag on the side was in a ready position.

The students around who were about to leave the classroom stopped when they heard the commotion here. Hearing Crilanf’s loud yelling, even many guides began to look at Barrow with condemning and angry eyes. What? Can the guide be bullied by the sentry? When they are vegetarian?

"Classmate! I'll cheer for you! Is the sentry great! Fix him well and let him know that the guides are not all vegetarian!" A short man in a plaid shirt raised his hand and shouted.

"Right! This kind of person is simply the shame of our sentry. I am a sentry myself, but I despise this kind of person the most. Beat him up classmate. I support you."

"Yes, yes, he dares to fight back and we all help you!"

More and more people gathered here one after another to cheer Crilanf on with the same enemy. Barrow simply jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't clean it up. He wanted to explain, who knew that Crilanf was blind and he recognized the wrong person.

A fist slammed over his face, Barrow leaned sideways, and then steadily caught the next oncoming fist.

"Listen to my explanation, I am..." However, before Barrow was finished, while watching a crowd of onlookers who Crilanf was about to fall in the wind, he threw an object at Barrow, and Khadi hit him. Corner of the eye.

There is even more noise around.

"Go! Solve him!" "Come on, classmate! You won. I invite all the people present to drink!" "Let him see how good the guide is."

...

"Sorry, I really didn't recognize it for a while." Crilanf was on a bench on the campus at the moment, holding an ice pack apologetically and letting Barrow ice the bruises on the corners of his mouth and eyes.

"...Forget it, it's okay, I didn't make it clear myself." Barrow was helpless. The classroom was a mess. If it weren't for him seeing that he was about to be beaten by a group, he released the gray wolves in a hurry and shocked the audience to get out of the room. He was able to repay his innocence, and today he is afraid that he will fall under the hands of the excited masses.

Crilanf also knew that he had caused a catastrophe. He really had no memory of Guan Barrow in his mind. He recognized him as another rich second generation who always loved to find him, and only had muscles. He only vaguely remembered a small conflict with a cigarette smoker on the top floor of the school, but he did not remember the person's name and appearance, and he had never seen the person again, so this matter was left behind. As a result, the misunderstanding was serious, and it caused others to punch themselves for nothing, and it seemed that the other party made him, otherwise, with their own strength and body, it seems that they really can't beat him.

"You leave me a contact information! I will invite you to dinner when I have time. This is really my fault."

If Crilanf had a pair of ears on his head at this time, Barrow felt he could see the frustrated ears. Seeing Crilanf like a kid doing something wrong, rubbing his hands restlessly, somehow it was funny. Honestly speaking, his temper is generally good. When encountering this, most people are afraid that they would have beaten the other party with anger a long time ago. At the moment, he only feels absurd and helpless, and there is not much anger. It may be because of Kriland. The breath of her husband that has always attracted him makes him forgive the man easily.

Finally, Barrow left his contact information, and the two became friends. Relying on the natural goodwill, the two got closer, but the breakthrough point of the relationship was what happened after the physical education class in the second semester of the junior year that really established the relationship between them.

Beast love

In their junior year, Barrow and Crilanf took a volleyball class at the same time. After the volleyball class that day, it was their turn to pack the borrowed equipment and then push it to the warehouse to return it. The two were sweating profusely after the exercise, picking up volleyballs scattered all over the empty indoor stadium.

"Huh, these people are so unconscionable. They don't help pick them up first. The birds and beasts will be scattered after class." Crilanf took the towel hung around his neck and wiped his sweat, pushing the whole basket of volleyball into the equipment room.

Barrow did not respond, pretending to be cleaning up the badminton racket that they had just knocked off. The small space was full of sweat and hormones. The smell of washing powder became strong again, and Barrow had to squat down to hide his gradual raising of his head. Desire.

"Okay, hey, Barrow, let's go, it's so boring here." Crilanf patted Barrow's shoulder, who was squatting on the ground, as dull as he did not notice the strange silence of the other party.

When Barrow clapped his hands and got up, ready to rush to quickly make an excuse to take a cold shower, Crilanf accidentally kicked the pole by the door. Originally there was only a small slit in the door. The door that had a coincidence was closed.

"...Oh, I seem to be in trouble. The door was locked from the outside. Really, I will have to ask someone to help open the door." Crilanf read, picked up the communication ring, and slid the screen to find a friend's chat. Interface.

When the door was closed, the last trace of air flow was blocked. The space full of sports equipment was already crowded. At this time, Barrow was almost only a few steps away from Crilanf, and the rich breath was filled with it. Throughout the equipment room, Barrow felt his heart beating faster and faster, and his mind was getting more and more drowsy. He swallowed hard while looking at Crilanf who was still dialing in front of him.

"The signal here seems to be very bad, it's really troublesome..." Crilanf lowered his head and dialed distressedly, but the small circle of information showed that not only could it not be sent, but the phone could not even be dialed.

The flow in the air became more and more weird. At this time, it was as slow as Crilanf. He also found that Barrow was too silent, as if it were not right.

"Barrow..." However, when Crilanf's red eyes were full of desire at Upper Barrow, he also smelled a strong scent. It was the perfume that Barrow usually sprays, mixed with aggressiveness. The hormones rushed into his nasal cavity.

"Huh..." The heavy breath and the sound of struggling and colliding equipment echoed in the equipment room.

"Barrow, you are crazy, get me up, this is the school. Someone will come in anytime, you give me...ah." Crilanf pushed Barrow, who was slamming him, but his struggle attracted The other party's dissatisfaction gave him a bite on his shoulder, which caused Crilanf to cry out.

Barrow raised his head and stared fiercely at the prey in front of him. At this moment, Crilanf’s shirt was pushed to the top, forming a ball on the collarbone, the pink **** stood upright in contact with the air, and the corners of his eyes were tearful from the aroused lust, and he was kissed to the red and swollen lips. Panting for breath, all of them swallowed Barrow's reason, pulling out more primitive and deep desires.

Although Crylanf fought fiercely on weekdays, he still missed Barrow by a quarter. He was struggling and hopeless. He was ready to call out money and cleaned up Barrow severely. When he pulled him back to the line of reason, Barrow was low. He turned his head and rubbed his neck.

"Klan...you smell so good, do you know? I've missed you since the first time I saw you."

The words and sentences of Barrow sprayed Cleveland’s ear with the ferocious aggressiveness of the sentinel, but when passing through the eardrum, it was like the top aphrodisiac, melting in Cleveland’s brain bit by bit. , His waist suddenly softened, and he found that he also had an erection.

Crilanf has always followed his desires. He closed his eyes, thinking that he might not be able to escape from the left and right, so it's better to enjoy it comfortably. So he stuck his tongue out and licked Barrow's ear.

"If you make me uncomfortable, I will come back next time." Crilanf said.

The small sound reverberated in the air, and Crilanf tilted his head up and gasped. It was really painful. He just finished that sentence, Barrow seemed to be pressed some kind of switch, without even saying hello, he just folded his waist, and even before he could expand, he inserted it abruptly.

"Idiot? You give me out! Do you know how to lubricate." Crilanf slammed Barrow's back with his fist.

Because Crilanf was too tight, Barrow couldn't fully enter. He only squeezed in halfway in embarrassment, and was strangling a little bit. He regained a bit of reason and slowly retreated. Crilanf breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that Barrow had been pulled out.