My name is Lu Jinchuan, second in grade, top student in Bingshan Department
That fool's name is Shen Zhuo, first in grade
The two of us haven't dealt with each other since the first year of high school. I thought the biggest intersection with him in this life was to take turns sitting on the scoreboard.
Until the second grade placement test
The two of us were thrown into the rocket class. The head teacher said with a smile: "Lu Jinchuan is good at liberal arts and Shen Zhuo is good at science. We will be our deskmates from now on."
The sky is falling
This bastard Shen Zhuo adapted quickly. On the first day, he put his arm on the back of my chair and said in a tone that didn't deserve a beating: "Classmate Lu, please take care of each other from now on."
As he spoke, hot breath hit my ears, and I almost jumped out of my chair. What's even worse is that this guy doesn't know where he got the clue about me - he dug out the little article I wrote on the draft paper, and the protagonists are still two men.
He held the piece of paper, pressed his thumb exactly on the indescribable passage, raised his eyebrows and read out: "'His slender fingers clasped his waist.'
——Lu Jinchuan, I don't see it, you still write this? "
From then on, my nightmare began. His legs would accidentally touch mine during class, and he would deliberately rub his sweaty shirt on my shoulders after playing basketball. Even when I scolded him in return, he actually licked his lips and said, "You look pretty good when you scold others."
"Get out!"
Until one night during self-study, there was a power outage and the entire teaching building fell into darkness. In the chaos, a hand clasped the back of my neck, and a deep voice sounded close to my ears, with a smile and a bit of seriousness that I had never had before: "Lu Jinchuan, do you want to practice what you wrote with me?"
Finished
I feel like... I'm really going to fall into the hands of this bitch.
Concept: Love is when all the labels are removed and you still want to touch each other
