The Class Genius Sitting Next to Me Is Always Trying To Flirt With Me

Ye Cheng was petrified on the spot, and five thunders struck him and stayed in place.

After a short silence for a few seconds, a group of people burst into thunderous shouts, almost not attracting the head teacher next door.

"Thank you Ye Shen! As expected of you, the Emperor of Europe is here hahaha!" Jiang Jin threw his phone with a mad laugh, and said proudly, "Hey, I'm going to roll 2, just for fun!"

Zhou Minhao thumped the table with laughter, never expecting to grab the horse like this.

Ye Cheng resolutely said with a cold face: "This game doesn't count, I didn't want to participate in it."

What a joke, it's okay to dance, it's still a woman.

Don't worry about the women's position, you still need women's clothes, it's crazy.

Jiang Jin immediately quit: "Brother Orange, don't bring this, you are the only one in the audience."

The others looked at him, he reacted and waved his hand to explain: "Uh, I mean, the only one who rolled the dice to 1, don't get me wrong."

Zhou Minhao couldn't help laughing, and deliberately answered: "Besides, there can be no 0 among us, you are the chosen dancer!"

Several boys laughed together.

Ye Cheng said firmly: "Don't even think about it."

No matter how hard they were, Ye Cheng still defended his position and stood firm.

So why on earth, he wants to play this **** game.

Zhou Minhao was just joking, so he had to be embarrassed.

During the whole process, Lu Xiao didn't say a word, neither did he coax, nor did he show great anticipation.

He didn't give Ye Cheng a thoughtful look until everyone went back to their afternoon self-study. The tip of the tongue touches the side of the mouth, and a small bag is pushed out.

Quiet in the classroom.

Ye Cheng lowered his head to brush the questions, the tip of the pen rubbed the paper, making a rustling sound.

Whenever he was in a messy mood, he always wrote with extra effort.

Suddenly, a ball of paper hit his table and rolled straight to his hand.

Ye Cheng raised his head and saw that Lu Xiao was holding his cheeks and motioned him to look at the piece of paper with his eyes.

Passing a note has to be so tight, for fear that he can easily open it.

He unfolded the crumpled note with difficulty, and saw a line of words written on it: [Is the last bet still valid, where is my 498 reward? 】

The font was scrawled with beards and eyebrows, and it was a word that had been honored on the Chinese teacher's blacklist.

It turns out that his writing is so ugly, no wonder he will never write as long as he can use a computer.

Ye Cheng grabbed the pen and wrote a sentence, then pushed it directly to him.

Lu Xiao looked down, and then rolled his eyes in satisfaction.

【It works, what do you want? 】

He took the note to his side and covered it with his hands like a thief, so that no one could see what he was writing.

Ye Cheng sneered.

After waiting for a while, another ball was thrown next door.

Ye Cheng glared at him speechlessly, whether it was annoying or not, he had to rub it like this every time.

Lu Xiao blinked at him and couldn't wait to let him take a quick look.

The note was opened inch by inch, and Lu Xiao stared intently at his reaction.

Ye Cheng kept his head down for five seconds, and then the roots of his ears gradually turned red, and the smudge spread little by little.

Then, he flipped the note on the table and made a thud.

Jiang Jin looked back in shock: "What's wrong? The teacher is here?"

Lu Xiao immediately kicked him under the table: "Turn back, it's none of your business."

Jiang Jin turned around sullenly and continued to play Moore Manor.

Lu Xiao leaned over and said angrily, "How is it? As you said, you can do whatever you want."

Ye Cheng didn't care about him at all, and rolled the note back into a ball with a cold face.

Lu Xiao bumped into his shoulder, and said with a displeased expression, "Can you see what I wrote?"

Of course I see it clearly, but it couldn't be clearer.

Ye Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "You will regret it."

Lu Xiao's plan succeeded, and he laughed very hard: "What's there to regret, just let you go like this before you regret it, do you think I'm as foolish as they are?"

"I can't dance." Ye Cheng made his last struggle.

The smile on Lu Xiao's lips deepened: "I will, I will teach you."

Jiang Jin was very puzzled, why in just one noon, Ye Cheng changed from "don't let me dance if you die" to "I was forced to drive ducks on the shelves for prostitutes".

Even though his face was as cold as the winter and twelfth lunar month, he still let Lu Xiao fill in his name.

When the art committee reported the program list, the news that Class 20 was going to perform a duet dance spread throughout the 13th Middle School as if it had wings.

In the afternoon, more than a dozen posts were raised on the forum to discuss this matter.

The first one released is already hot, and the title is: [I burst into tears! Xiaocheng CP beauty emperor! 】

The landlord was so excited that he couldn't speak incoherently: Who the **** could have imagined this, I was still heartbroken by Ye Mei's indifference two days ago, but I broke my defense instantly when I saw the program list today!

1L: If you don’t understand, ask, who is Xiaocheng?

2L: Going back to the top, it's Yi Ge and Ye Mei, Xiao~Orange~

3L: Ah, ah, ah, the landlord is from class 20! I saw it too, **** it, pas de deux yyds!

…

28L: Sisters, my slogan today is _______

29L: There is no tomorrow.

30L: There is no tomorrow.

31L: There is no tomorrow.

…

59L: I'm curious, Xiaocheng is so sweet, why does the landlord have to be heartbroken?

60L: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu About The Bullet

61L: Ah here, I was in the back, and I just saw Ye Meimei secretly giving the paper to the first brother...

62L: Fuck **** fuck, really? Get married on the spot, Xiaocheng.

…

104L: So the question is, who is the woman?

105L: Needless to say, our first brother is the most A alpha in the Thirteenth Middle School, no one!

106L: Support Orange Xiao! I want to see a brother dance the female position!

107L: Shut up, this is Xiaocheng Building, Orange Xiaoer get out of the enclosure and make yourself cute.

Due to too many screens on the homepage in a short period of time, the administrator had to ban new posts and set this building as a centralized discussion building.

By night, there were more than 600 replies.

The two protagonists didn't know that they were on fire, so Ye Cheng couldn't understand why he and Lu Xiao had a meal together and were greeted by most of the people in the cafeteria.

baffling.

Although Lu Xiao boasted about Haikou, he promised to teach him within three days.

But the show still needs to pass the school's preliminary review, not only to be able to dance, but to dance well.

Now that he has decided to perform, Ye Cheng doesn't want to perfunctory.

The two took advantage of the evening self-study time to find a small classroom to dance.

This song used to be so classic that it was played in the streets and alleys. As the familiar melody sounded, Ye Cheng followed the video and made a few moves.

He is tall and thin, and his limbs are well-coordinated.

Lu Xiao looked at him up and down, crossed his arms and said, "You still said you can't dance?"

Ye Cheng noticed his gaze, and immediately stopped jumping, watching a fart.

"The action is a bit complicated, so I'll ask the music teacher to pick it up tomorrow." He said expressionlessly.

"What, do you think I can't teach you?" Lu Xiao's voice was smiling.

All afternoon, the words "bad intentions" were written on his face.

Ye Cheng resisted the urge to punch him, and said coldly, "Don't go too far."

Let Lu Xiao teach?

Teach him how to twist his waist, it's better to shark him.

Luckily, Lu Xiao didn't swell too much, so he closed it when he saw it, but unfortunately said, "Tsk, you missed a good teacher."

Ye Cheng took a deep breath and clenched his fists: "Let's talk about it first, I can't dance in women's clothes, absolutely impossible."

The only time in his life womenswear was on their wedding anniversary.

Lu Xiao prepared a lot of surprises that day, such as the cruise ship covered with roses, the romantic French meal with fireworks, and the five-carat diamond ring wrapped in ice cream.

After coaxing Ye Cheng into a daze, he took out the jk from the closet that Ye Cheng didn't want to recall.

I don't know if he was obsessed or not, but he was forced to put on that skirt by coercion.

Then Lu Xiao changed his face, dragging him to the floor-to-ceiling window and having a violent fuck.

From that night until the next afternoon, Ye Cheng never left the cruise ship's room.

Since then, he has had a bone marrow fear of jk.

The current Lu Xiao is not as perverted as ten years later, but he just smacked his lips with regret.

"Okay." He pursed the corners of his mouth and muttered again, "How beautiful women's clothes are."

Ye Cheng stared at him coldly.

Back home that night, Ye Cheng took a bath and prepared to do her homework.

The moment I opened the pencil case, a round paper ball fell out.

Under the light, he looked at the paper ball, and his eyes gradually deepened.

Slightly white fingers pinched the paper ball and slowly unfolded it, with two lines written on it:

[Dance with me, if you dare to refuse, I will break up with you. 】

The second line seems to have been added in a hurry, afraid that he will be really annoyed:

[As you said, you can ask for anything, you can't be fooled. 】

The two sentences are too childish and naive, like a primary school student getting angry and saying, "If you don't agree, I will ignore you again".

But such a mentally retarded text made Ye Cheng's heart hard.

He brushed a handful of his half-dry hair, feeling rather subtle.

Since he was transferred to No. 13 Middle School, he never thought about what would happen to Lu Xiao.

The only thought is to pull him back from his fall.

Unlike Lu Xiao years later, now he is rebellious, enthusiastic, and sensitive, like a familiar and unfamiliar person.

Ye Cheng didn't know if she could accept Lu Xiao like this, let alone what to do next.

But there were always a few moments when he would let a corner of his heart collapse.

It seems that the defenses and spikes all over his body are destroyed by this pure blow.

Ye Cheng shook his head, resisting from the bottom of his heart and thinking about it.

In the physical education class the next day, the two took leave with Xu Chao and went to the music teacher for dance.

The music teacher's name is Meng Qiaoqiao, Xu Chao's niece, and the makeup person in charge of the show.

She has cool short hair, metal earrings hanging from her earlobes, and exaggerated European and American makeup. She is full of cool sister.

After learning about their show, Meng Qiaoqiao showed a meaningful expression.

"It's very courageous to choose this song." She opened the video and said cogently.

Last night, they had a general familiarity with the personal part, but they had not tried the details.

Ye Cheng made a suggestion with a headache: "Teacher, can you help us with some adaptations, some movements are really..."

He coughed, but did not continue.

In this style of stage for men and women, the dance moves are indulgent and bold, even with a hint of x.

"I don't think there is any need to change it, that's how it will explode." Lu Xiao objected.

Ye Cheng glanced at him, and he closed his mouth immediately.

"Dance it for me first. You don't need to cooperate. Everyone has their own part." Meng Qiaoqiao stood in front of the dance mirror and raised her chin.

She stepped on ten-centimeter high heels, with a strong aura, and reached out to slap the accompaniment for them.

The two were caught off guard and jumped up quickly.

They were more than a meter apart from each other, as if they were dancing a solo dance.

After every few beats, Lu Xiao's eyes drifted to Ye Cheng in the mirror.

Ye Cheng didn't notice it at first, but later he saw that he felt uncomfortable, and glared back while turning around.

Lu Xiao looked away and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Meng Qiaoqiao carefully observed their movements, and nodded when they finished jumping.

"You don't need to adapt it, you guys are very suitable for this song."

"Xiaolu has a good foundation and good control. Xiaoye, you don't have to be shy, just let go and dance. Your body is quite soft, so this kind of dance is actually quite natural," she commented.

Lu Xiao snapped his fingers in approval: "Look, the teacher said the same thing, heroes see the same thing."

Same size as you, it's not you who jumped the female step, Ye Cheng slandered.

Meng Qiaoqiao said, "But your cooperation is really bad. You dance like an enemy in a duet."

She shook her head and said, "Your class is only one show, and it's completely gone after being swiped down, understand?"

The two nodded with different expressions.

"Come on, let's start from the beginning." Meng Qiaoqiao neatly rolled up her sleeves and said.

From this time on, it will take two people to cooperate.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... Put your hands on it, it's not like that. Wait, stop." Meng Qiaoqiao turned off the music.

Lu Xiao's hand was on Ye Cheng's arm, and the two of them turned sideways towards the dancing mirror.

He originally only covered it with five fingers, but Meng Qiaoqiao stepped forward and pressed his hand down, and by the way, pushed him from behind.

"You two want to raise fish, what are you doing so far apart?" She frowned.

Lu Xiao was pushed by her like this, and his whole body was posted on it.

Through the thin school uniform, Ye Cheng's back touched a hot chest, and he vaguely felt the outline of his strong muscles.

The sunlight outside the window was projected on the wooden floor, and the air-conditioning in the dance classroom was very strong, but there was still a thin layer of sweat behind him.

The person behind him seemed to be hotter than him, and the sound of his heartbeat rumbled through the white school uniform and rumbled against his eardrums.

Meng Qiaoqiao grabbed Lu Xiao's chin and said, "You want to smell his neck, do you know what smell is? What can you smell at a distance of ten centimeters?"

She looked at the red-faced faces of the two of them, and said with hatred: "I said, can the psychological burden of the two of you not be so heavy, and it's just a dance, not a punishment."

Lu Xiao had never been manipulated like this by a woman in his life, but he couldn't resist.

He thought he could appreciate Ye Cheng's embarrassed look. This person usually pretends to be serious, and it must be fun to be embarrassed.

Who knows that it is not good to be a teacher, and accidentally put himself in.

"Understood." He avoided Meng Qiaoqiao's hands angrily.

This dance is really comparable to punishment.

Ye Cheng exhaled and adjusted, "Let's do it all over again."

After practicing the same action five times in a row, the atmosphere eased a little.

But the two still didn't look at each other the whole time, and only looked at each other's hair when they were facing each other.

"Stop, stop!" Meng Qiaoqiao pressed pause again, "Pay attention to expression management! Lu Xiao, if you move your gaze up a little, it will turn into a roll of your eyes. Is it difficult to look at his neck?"

Lu Xiao's forehead twitched with blue veins, so he could only look down according to the words.

I don't know if he has grown taller recently or what, Ye Cheng's height seemed to be not much different from his before, but now the top of his hair can only reach the tip of his nose.

When he lowered his head, he saw the neckline with only two buttons.

The first button on it was empty, having been ripped off by him last time at the bar.

From a height, the sight is a patch of delicate fair skin, a deep collarbone, and… two dashes of pink.

The flash of pink was so abrupt that he was instantly stunned, and Meng Qiaoqiao called him three times without hearing it.

"Lu Xiao? Lu Xiao!" Meng Qiaoqiao was speechless.

Ye Cheng turned his head to look at him, and then he reacted.

Meng Qiaoqiao raised her eyebrows and said, "You can't do this. Today is Thursday, and there are still three days before the assessment."

This Sunday the school will review each program to finalize the roster and rehearse.

There is really not much time left for them to practice.

In order to speed up, Meng Qiaoqiao changed his strategy.

She spent a class time carefully digging into the movements of the two of them one by one.

Finally, he explained: "The rest of you, you can run it in by yourself. The main problem is tacit understanding. You have to find the feeling as soon as possible."

After coming out of the dance studio, the two walked side by side under the shade of a tree.

Facing the dazzling sun, Lu Xiao narrowed his eyes and said, "Three days, it's so hard."

Ye Cheng was sweating, but her mood relaxed a lot, "Now I know it's difficult, who asked you to find trouble for yourself."

Lu Xiao turned around to face him, and pouted as he walked backwards, "When that girl came to beg me, her tears were about to fall on me, so I can't help you."

The mottled leaves reflected across his cheeks, making him exude a refreshing and energetic smell.

Ye Cheng suddenly realized that no matter what age or identity he was, some things never changed.

"It's time for self-study late," he said. "Go to the dance studio to practice."

Lu Xiao opened his eyes slightly, his dark pupils shone like obsidian in the sunlight.

"It's so rare that our university tyrants actually skip class one day." He joked.

"Want to go? Don't forget it."

"Yes, of course."

During the evening self-study, the two seats in the back row were empty.

Jiang Jin slept in confusion for most of the class, and was woken up by a stone outside the window.

He opened his eyes in a daze and saw a face painted white, and he almost fainted on the spot.

Taking a closer look, I found that it was Jiang Yirong.

"Come out." Jiang Yirong whispered.

Jiang Jin was still in shock, and he got out of the back door with a cat on his waist.

In the corridor, Jiang Yirong looked around with two cups of milk tea, "Where's Lu Xiao?"

Jiang Jin touched the back of his head, it turned out he wasn't here to find him.

"He went to the dance classroom with Brother Orange, saying that he was going to rehearse the show." He said glumly.

When he saw the milk tea in Jiang Yirong's hand, Jiang Jin's expression became even more lost.

"Want me to help him?" he asked.

Jiang Yirong shook her head, a little absent-minded: "No, I'll go to him, just have something to ask him."

After saying that, she turned and left without any hesitation.

Jiang Jin sighed melancholy.

Jiang Yirong walked from the teaching building to the art center, her expression was not very relaxed, as if she was thinking about something while walking.

The dance classroom was on the second floor, and she looked for it one by one with milk tea.

When I walked to the third room, there was a small conversation inside.

Just as she was about to knock on the door, she saw the scene inside through the crack of the door.

Lu Xiao wrapped his arms around Ye Cheng's waist and instructed him: "You have to lean back, it's too stiff. You won't fall down, I'll support you."

"Is that so..." Ye Cheng looked tense, leaning against his chest.

He was so focused on the mirror that his foot slipped and he stepped firmly on Lu Xiao's foot.

However, Lu Xiao didn't move at all, instead, in order to prevent him from falling, the hand on his waist didn't leave an inch, and he just let him step on it.

Ye Cheng bowed his head, only to find that the pair of white AJs had already been stepped on several shoe prints.

He got up awkwardly and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Saying that, the other foot stepped on AJ again.

Ye Cheng: "…"

Lu Xiao's eyelids twitched, trying to ignore his favorite shoes, he said patiently:

"Relax, you did a good dance just now."

Starting from practice tonight, he seems to have adjusted his mentality, and has been actively driving Ye Cheng, and he has not shown rejection of close contact.

Ye Cheng took a deep breath and planned to dive in seriously.

At this moment, the door of the dance classroom creaked.

They turned to look at them at the same time, Jiang Yirong quickly stood on her feet, and said with a flushed face, "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Ye Cheng quickly separated from Lu Xiao, and Lu Xiao's hand paused before letting go of him.

"Lu Xiao, I have something to do with you, if it's convenient..." Jiang Yirong hesitated to say what she came for.

"It's not convenient, it's rehearsal." Lu Xiao interrupted her.

Jiang Yirong's face stiffened.

Ye Cheng wiped his sweat and said, "I'll go down and buy a bottle of water to drink. Let's chat for a while."

Seeing Jiang Yirong's expression, it didn't look like a girl Huaichun, he didn't mind passing her by.

After Ye Cheng left, Jiang Yirong couldn't help but look back at him.

Lu Xiao shook his sweaty hair in front of the mirror, and asked casually, "What are you looking for?"

Jiang Yirong handed him the milk tea and said, "Here, the succulent grapes you like."

"Thanks." Lu Xiao took it and hung it on the handlebar.

Jiang Yirong hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually...it's nothing, I just want to see you."

Lu Xiao frowned, looked at her in the mirror and said, "Jiang Yirong, I told you, I don't want to fall in love."

"Who wants to say this!" She was anxious and stomped her feet.

Lu Xiao's voice was a little cold: "Then what are you doing?"

Jiang Yirong bit her lip and could only say: "When the parent-teacher meeting was held that day, I... accidentally heard you talking to your mother..."

Lu Xiao turned around quickly, causing her to take two steps back.

"What did you hear?" His voice was low, with a hint of chill.

Jiang Yirong's face turned pale, and she stammered: "I, I just want to care about you, nothing else... Don't worry, I didn't hear anything..."

Lu Xiao's eyes were a little scary, and he looked at her coldly and said, "No need. If you don't want to cause trouble, just shut up for me."

He rarely speaks to girls in such a heavy tone.

Jiang Yirong was so frightened that her hand trembled slightly while holding the milk tea bag.

Just when she thought Lu Xiao was going to beat someone, a clear voice came from the door.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Cheng stood at the door, holding a bottle of water in his hand.

Lu Xiao raised his head and glanced at him quickly, that look made him stop and stand in place.

He threw a sentence, "It's too late, we'll wait in line tomorrow", and left without looking back.

Ye Cheng and Jiang Yirong looked at each other.

He cleared his throat and broke the silence: "Are you all right?"

Jiang Yirong looked like she wanted to cry without tears, and the milk tea bag in her hand was about to be broken.

"It's okay." She shook her head forcibly, still unable to hide her low mood.

Ye Cheng said, "Did you quarrel?"

Jiang Yirong walked over and handed the milk tea to him: "No, this is for you, I wish you all a successful performance."

"...Thank you." Ye Cheng had to take it.

Jiang Yirong said: "By the way, I heard that the school will invite parents to watch on the day of the performance. Please pay attention to Lu Xiao and accompany him more."

Her words were thoughtless, and Ye Cheng was completely at a loss.

Jiang Yirong said softly, "I think he likes you very much, and he should be willing to tell you this."

Her last sentence hummed like a mosquito, but Ye Cheng couldn't hear it clearly: "What?"

"It's nothing, I'll go back first." She lowered her head and hurried away.

Ten minutes later, Ye Cheng was holding milk tea and hid in the corner of the back row with Jiang Jin.

After going around in circles, this cup of succulent grapes still fell into Jiang Jin's hands.

Ye Cheng also gave him his cup, and Jiang Jin asked, "Aren't you going to drink it?"

"I don't like this, it's too sweet." He waved his hand.

Jiang Jin took a big mouthful of grape juice and was extremely puzzled: "Even if the confession fails, Brother Xiao won't be so angry, right?"

Ye Cheng shrugged and said, "Who knows, he seems to be in a good mood these days."

Because he agreed to dance, Lu Xiao has not stopped gloating over the past two days.

"Forget it, don't care, anyway, as long as Rongrong doesn't succeed in her confession, my chance will come." Jiang Jin said happily holding the milk tea on his face.

Ye Cheng remembered Jiang Yirong's last words. The performances' parents will indeed be invited to attend the art gala, but in the end, there is no hard requirement to come or not.

For example, he would never let Gao Qiulan come, because he was too embarrassed.

Could it be that Lu Xiao's reaction just now had something to do with this?

After that day, Lu Xiao's mood seemed to return to normal.

On Sunday morning, they passed the school inspection without a hitch.

Although this dance is quite explosive, the only advantage of the 13th Middle School is that the school leaders are not as rigid as the Affiliated Middle School.

Ye Cheng still remembers that when she was a freshman in high school, she was brushed off for a girl group dance in her class.

After the program list was finalized, even the uncle who was watching the door on the opposite side knew about the pas de deux between Principal 13 and Xue Shen.

There was even a group of people in the attached middle school who planned to sneak in quietly to see it that night.

Huang Shengan crackled and started bombarding Ye Cheng with news.

【You want to dance with your boyfriend, there is no tomorrow? 】

[It's too exciting, let me slow down. [Sa Beining ventilator]]

[Do you dance the female position or does he dance the female position? 】

Restrain: [He wears a short skirt and dances in the female position. 】

Huang Shengan was stunned.

Restrain: [So you still poke your eyes, don't look at it, and he is not my boyfriend. 】

Huang Sheng'an: [...Don't. 】

Since the spring tour, Huang Shengan has regarded Lu Xiao as the object of Ye Cheng's puppy love.

Ye Cheng couldn't speak clearly, so he simply ignored him. It's useless to stop him anyway, he will definitely sneak over to watch it, and he will also use his mobile phone to record video.

Under Meng Qiaoqiao's suggestion, they ordered two costumes, one black and one white.

The loose shirt of the same silk material is a bit **** in a lazy way, which is very suitable for this show.

The other dancers were members of the dance club recommended by the art troupe, and everyone joined them for the last time before Monday.

Since Monday morning, everyone has been unable to concentrate on reading.

The evening cultural performance has become the most anticipated event this month.

In math class, Xu Chao smashed three distracted people with chalk.

He angrily said, "I don't blame you for deserting. Can we start the afternoon class again? It's like one or two have lost their souls!"

Everyone is not afraid of him.

Li Junxiao asked with a smile, "Teacher, what are you most looking forward to in the evening program?"

Xu Chao looked to the back row, Ye Cheng immediately lowered his head, thinking that he couldn't see me, couldn't see me.

"Then it has to be—" Xu Chao's face was like the sky in June, and it changed when he said it, his eyes softened by more than an octave, "Our class's pas de deux."

The audience burst into laughter and looked back.

Ye Cheng's face was almost buried in the book, and he didn't dare to look at Lu Xiao next to him.

It's really endless!

Jiang Jin laughed so hard that he shouted in the group: [Giggle giggle, the head teacher took the lead in kowtowing to the CP, this is the first time I've seen it in my **** lifetime. 】

Don't eat fish: [I'm tired of saying the word envy, the last life of being able to drink sugar in the first line is the accumulation of virtue from ancestors. 】

Xiaotangchuaner: [Looking forward to Xiaocheng tonight! I was named twice by the teacher, and I died of laughter, and I couldn't learn at all. 】

Depressed szd: [Who is not...]

At seven o'clock in the evening, the cultural performance began on time.

Since the show "No Tomorrow" is relatively late, the two do not need to make up in advance.

Jiang Yirong was miserable. Her girl group dance was in the third place, and she didn't even care about eating dinner.

Jiang Jin seized the opportunity and packed a lunch box for the goddess.

Meng Qiaoqiao asked Lu Xiao to go to the dressing room next door first, while she turned Ye Cheng here.

She deftly shook off the brush, smeared it with powder and began to swipe it on Ye Cheng's face, sighing with emotion: "It's good to have no blemishes on your skin, you don't even need to use concealer, you have to use the whitest shade for the base."

She put the sequins under Ye Cheng's lying silkworm, and then applied a thin layer of lip gloss, and her face makeup was finished.

"Wow, look." Meng Qiaoqiao raised his head and faced the mirror.

Ye Cheng looked at the face of the glasses and said calmly, "It's hard work, teacher."

"That's your reaction?" Meng Qiaoqiao said unwillingly, but then she thought, "Okay, after all, you have to be handsome by yourself every day when you look in the mirror, maybe you're used to it."

Ye Cheng was amused by her: "It's the teacher who transformed it well."

Meng Qiaoqiao gave him heart-shaped bangs and said: "You really suit this style, I suggest semi-permanent. Thanks to the principal who said it shouldn't be too much, or I'll make you a more **** one with a white shirt, absolutely Blast the place."

Ye Cheng said helplessly: "I don't know if it will blow up the field, maybe the principal will blow me up first."

"Pfft." Meng Qiaoqiao laughed.

When the makeup was almost done, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in." Meng Qiaoqiao said loudly, busy playing with his hair.

The door of the dressing room was pushed open, and Ye Cheng saw Lu Xiao in a black shirt in the mirror.

He had a half-open neckline and a fragmented fringe hanging over his chest, wearing black trousers and high-top boots.

The hairstyle was specially blown, and it looked messy, but it showed a rebellious temperament; the flowing sea was pulled up, revealing sharp and delicate eyebrows.

From head to toe, everything exudes a sultry scent.

As long as you stop there, you can automatically attract the attention of the surrounding.

When Meng Qiaoqiao saw him, she couldn't help but stay stunned.

Lu Xiao passed her and put a paper bag on the dressing table.

"Didn't you just say you're sleepy? I ordered a cup of coffee." He put his hands in his pockets and stood beside him watching Meng Qiaoqiao make up.

From the moment he entered the door, his eyes never left the person in the mirror.

Yecheng opened the bag, and inside was a cup of latte, bitter orange flavor.

"Thanks." He smiled and took a sip from the straw.

The icy and mellow liquid, mixed with the rich bitter orange fragrance, flowed down the esophagus, and the whole person was instantly awake.

Meng Qiaoqiao put down the spray and instructed: "Let it dry for a few minutes, and don't touch it with your hands. I'll go backstage first to see if there is any makeup to touch up, and you should pay attention to the arrangement of field control."

Ye Cheng nodded and watched her leave.

Lu Xiao pulled a stool over, sat down on his right, and whistled, "It's beautiful, Brother Orange."

Every time he called Brother Orange, he was either teasing or doing things.

But this time it was Ye Cheng who misunderstood. He just thought he was beautiful, and he was so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

Lu Xiao's language has always been a drag, and he couldn't find any suitable adjectives for a while.

He only felt that Ye Cheng's whole body was shining brightly.

The hair is stained with bright silver powder, the end of the eyes is affixed with bright rhinestones, and the head of the clothes is full of bright glitter.

It's so **** good.

Lu Xiao couldn't help touching it, brushed his hair, and dipped his hands with silver powder.

"Hey! I said you can't touch it." Ye Cheng was anxious and hurriedly stopped him.

Lu Xiao smiled wickedly and stretched out his claws again, Ye Cheng didn't dare to move his head in a big way, and waved his arm to him.

Unbiased, his fingertips just caught on his eyebrows.

"Fuck, you murdered!" Lu Xiao cried out in pain, covering his eyebrows.

Ye Cheng retracted his hand and saw that the pulp of his finger was pitch black: "..."

Lu Xiao stared at those jet-black fingers for two seconds, and then shouted angrily, "You pay for my eyebrows!"

…

Five minutes later, Ye Cheng came back from outside panting.

"The makeup artists are busy, no one is free," he said awkwardly.

Lu Xiao sat on the chair and was sulking.

One-third of his eyebrows were smeared off, and he looked rather comical.

In order to fit today's eyebrow shape, the makeup artist specially trimmed off part of his original eyebrows.

This is good, bring your own wifi eyebrow.

Ye Cheng glanced at the time, and there were only three shows left before they played.

He swallowed and said actively, "How about I try to draw for you?"

Lu Xiao looked at him with a stinky face: "Can you do it?"

"I haven't eaten pork and I've seen pigs run, just follow the drawing." Ye Cheng didn't give him a chance to object, and took out a pen from his cosmetic bag.

He was about to get started, and when he pulled it out, he found that the tip of the pen was too thin.

"I got it wrong, it looks like an eyeliner." He put it back and rummaged again.

Lu Xiao: "...Can you be more unreliable?"

After some searching, Ye Cheng finally found the eyebrow pencil.

He rotated the tip of the pen, leaned over and said, "Don't move, I'm afraid my hands will shake."

The knife was already on his neck, and Lu Xiao could only let him slaughter.

Ye Cheng gestured for a while, and found that something was not going well, so he gently hooked his chin and said, "Raise your face a little bit."

The slender index finger lifted the resolute jaw, and Lu Xiao felt as if he was being molested.

He raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. The light brown crystal eyes were close at hand, and the eyelashes were also stained with silver powder.

Fluttering, fluttering, trembling with the owner's breath, like fragile cicada wings.

Damn, it really makes me think.

He thought in a mess.

Lu Xiao's legs were open, and Ye Cheng bent down and stood between his legs in order to thrush his eyebrows.

While drawing and drawing, he still felt that it was not easy, so he bent his knees and knelt on one leg on the chair between Lu Xiao's legs.

In an instant, Lu Xiao's breathing stopped.

The knee between his legs was only a few millimeters away from him, and the fabric of the trouser legs was almost touching his crotch.

At that moment, the pores all over his body were about to explode.

"Yecheng!"

Lu Xiao couldn't bear it any longer, he buckled