Campus Conspiracy: Infinite Proposition

A series of slutty words x a cold little cat shou/double rape Unlimited streaming/sweet campus stories Intention: The early morning preparation bell is like a reminder, sharply piercing the early morning mist in the attached high school. Xu Wangshu held a pile of math homework that he had just put away and rushed to the office on the tail of the bell, the corners of his clothes flying around in the wind. He bumped into a warm chest at the corner, and the homework books scattered on the floor. On the cover of the top one, the three words "Shen Xingchen" were flying and arrogant. "Study God, you are running so fast, rushing to give Lao Chen your "standard answer" compilation?" Shen Xingchen's voice was hoarse in the morning, and his smile was wrapped in the air, and it touched the tip of Xu Wangshu's ear. He bent down to pick up his homework, and his fingertips inadvertently brushed the back of Xu Wangshu's hand. The slightly cool touch made Xu Wangshu shrink back half a step as if he had been burned. "Shen Xingchen, don't you have eyes when you walk?" Xu Wangshu had a straight face and hurriedly pulled the scattered notebooks into his arms, but his ears turned red uncontrollably, "You will be punished for being late. Do you want to bring trouble to me?" "You're punished to stand." Shen Xingchen straightened up, his school uniform zipper hanging loosely around his neck, revealing a cold white collarbone. He casually patted the last homework he picked up into Xu Wangshu's arms, "It's better than you holding these lifeless homework books and missing the highlight of today." Xu Wangshu frowned, twirling the corners of his homework book with his fingertips, and said in a firm tone: "What's the highlight? What bad things are you holding back?" Shen Xingchen didn't answer, but raised his chin at him, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "See for yourself." As soon as they turned the corridor, they saw a circle of people gathered around the door of Lao Chen's office. Song Chi was holding a basketball, blushing and arguing with Lao Chen. Wen Xu was huddled at the back of the crowd, holding a crumpled notebook in his hand. His fingertips were so nervous that he didn't even dare to raise his head. "Teacher! Our class clearly won the basketball game last week! It was the referee's misjudgment!" Song Chi's voice was loud, causing the voice-activated lights in the corridor to flash twice. "He was blind and didn't see the buzzer-beating three-pointer in the last thirty seconds! There were also three obvious fouls by the opponent. Why didn't they call it? The game must be replayed! Otherwise, I, the captain, can't explain to the brothers in the class!" Lao Chen was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. He didn't even close the lid of the thermos cup in his hand. He pointed at Song Chi's nose and cursed: "Nonsense! How long has it been? The results of the competition have been reported, so why settle old scores? The rules are the rules, and if you lose, you lose!" "Rules are dead, people are alive." Shen Xingchen's voice came in lightly, neither high nor low, but it instantly overwhelmed the noise around him. Everyone's eyes turned to him. Old Chen's brows furrowed even more tightly, as if he wanted to squeeze out the water: "Shen Xingchen! Why are you joining in the fun? Were you the one who skipped class to watch the football match last week? Now you dare to help me?" "I'm not trying to help, I'm just presenting facts and reasoning." Shen Xingchen walked slowly to Song Chi, stretched out his hand to take the notebook from Wen Xu, who was huddled behind the crowd, and tapped the cover with his fingertips, "Old Chen, don't get angry first. Take a look at this." He opened the notebook, turned to a certain page, and accurately placed his fingertips on a line of writing: "Look, in the referee's record of last week's basketball game, our class's buzzer-beating three-pointer in the last thirty seconds was omitted here. It was written in black and white on the paper, written down by Wen Xu, and it was accurate. Also here, the opponent's player fouled three times and walked once, and the referee pretended not to see it. What kind of rule do you think this is?" When Wen Xu was called, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes were bright, and then he quickly lowered his head. His voice was as thin as a gnat but very firm: "Yes, it's true! I was sitting on the sidelines at the time. I wrote down every detail, and I didn't miss a second!" Old Chen took the notebook and looked where Shen Xingchen was pointing. His face turned blue and white, and his fingers holding the notebook were shaking. He couldn't say a word for a long time. Xu Wangshu stood there, holding his homework book without moving, watching Shen Xingchen methodically explain loopholes in the rules to Lao Chen, watching him turn Song Chi's mindless accusations into well-founded refutations. The sunlight passed through the windows in the corridor and fell on the tips of Shen Xingchen's hair, coating it with a soft golden edge. He suddenly remembered that during self-study last night, Shen Xingchen was lying on the table, poking his arm with the tip of a pen, which annoyed him. When he turned to glare at others, he heard Shen Xingchen ask in a low voice: "Xu Wangshu, tell me, if there is a problem with the rules themselves, then should we rebel once?" At that time, he thought Shen Xingchen was going crazy again, so he frowned and pushed the person away: "Boring." Only now did he realize that this guy had already laid out the plan, including Wen Xu's notes. "So, Old Chen." Shen Xingchen closed the notebook and handed it back to Wen Xu. He curled his lips at Old Chen and smiled openly and cunningly, "Either rematch, or publicly admit that our class is the champion. Choose one of the two, which one do you choose?" Lao Chen was speechless, and after moving his lips for a long time, he finally managed to hold back a sentence: "... A rematch is possible, but if you lose -" "If you lose, I will tear up the certificate of the gold medal in the National Mathematics Competition and put it behind your wall." Shen Xingchen answered quickly, his tone full of determination, which made the surrounding students burst into laughter. Song Chi was so excited that he almost threw the basketball in his hand at Lao Chen's head, but Wen Xu quickly grabbed his arm. Wen Xu also breathed a sigh of relief and secretly wrote a line in his notebook. After writing, he glanced up at Shen Xingchen and raised the corners of his mouth: Shen Xingchen is a rule rebel with a 100% winning rate. Xu Wangshu held his homework book and stood outside the crowd, watching Shen Xingchen turn his head and smile at him, with a bit of pride in his eyes, as if to say, "Look, what I said is right." The sunlight spread across the few steps between them, like an invisible bridge. He suddenly felt that the "standard answers" that he regarded as a guideline were not so unbreakable. The crowd gradually dispersed. Song Chi hooked Shen Xingchen's neck and happily discussed the lineup for the rematch. Wen Xu followed beside him, supplementing his opponent's weaknesses in a low voice. Shen Xingchen broke free from Song Chi's arm, wandered up to Xu Wangshu, reached out and flicked the homework book in his arms, making a soft "pop" sound. "Study God, what are you doing standing still?" Shen Xingchen raised his eyebrows, "If you don't go and send your homework, Lao Chen will really catch you and make you stand." Xu Wangshu came back to his senses, his ears were still red, he pinched the edge of his homework book hard with his fingertips, and his tone softened: "You already knew that Wen Xu had noted the referee's mistakes?" "Otherwise?" Shen Xingchen sneered and stretched out his hand to rub his hair, "Song Chi's passionate impulse, Wen Xu's meticulous observation, plus my 'rule loophole cracking technique', the trinity is invincible, do you understand?" Xu Wangshu couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, then quickly tightened his lips and complained with a straight face: "Childish." "Childish?" Shen Xingchen took half a step forward, and the distance between the two of them was instantly shortened. His voice was very low, with a hint of confusion, and the hot breath hit Xu Wangshu's ear, which made people tremble in the heart. "Then do you want to... Join our 'Rebel Alliance'? God of learning, occasionally deviate from the standard answer, maybe there will be surprises." Xu Wangshu's heart skipped a beat. He looked into Shen Xingchen's eyes. Those eyes, which were always careless, were filled with tiny bits of sunshine at the moment, and they were astonishingly bright. What he didn't know was that in the surveillance blind corner of the corridor, a miniature camera with red light was silently recording all of this. At the other end of the screen, a line of cold text slowly emerged: Copy trigger: unfinished basketball game. Participants: Xu Wangshu, Shen Xingchen, Song Chi, Wen Xu. Passing conditions: Win this late game and make up for the regrets of youth. The early morning school bell rang again. Shen Xingchen waved to Xu Wangshu, turned around and slipped into the stairwell. Before leaving, he shouted: "Remember to come and cheer for us, Xue Shen!" Xu Wangshu stood there, looking down at the homework book in his arms. The words "Shen Xingchen" on the cover seemed to be heating up. He sighed softly, but couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and muttered in a low voice: "I know, childish devil."