Pride-Lust-Desire (17)
Maybe this is what a otaku is like. Even if you have made plans, when the day comes to go out, you still don’t want to go out.
"But I made an appointment with my deskmate."
Song Shu sighed and resigned himself to going to the cloakroom to choose a set of clothes.
The clothes in the cloakroom are all designed and matched by special designers, and there are no labels on the collars. They are custom-made. At first, Song Shu didn't quite understand why it was so troublesome. Can't I wear a T-shirt bought on the street for more than 30 yuan? Later, he looked at the endless balance on his bank card and suddenly understood - this must be because he had too much money to spend.
Wearing a mask and a hat, Song Shu went out.
The distance from the apartment to the school is about twenty minutes, and the Song family’s driver has been waiting downstairs.
When I arrived at the school gate, my deskmate was waiting for me on the roadside.
Like many prospective college students who dye their hair after the college entrance examination, try all kinds of new things, and start the second stage of their lives, my deskmate also dyed his hair pink. Looking closer, there are some cute little curls.
Before Song Shu got out of the car, his desk mate rushed over, opened the door for him, and hugged him back to the back seat.
"Song Shu, long time no see!"
My deskmate wore a pink sweatshirt today, paired with simple jeans. His delicate and cold face had a bit of the coolness of a high school boy.
But the moment Sen Wan saw Song Shu, all his coldness disappeared.
He rubbed against Song Shu's neck, as if to act like a spoiled child: "It's been almost a month since we last met. I miss you so much."
The distance is too close...!
Even though Song Shu had been pounced on by her deskmate before, it was only before. Just like what her deskmate said, they hadn't seen each other for a month. She was used to it before, but now she was inevitably not used to it.
Song Shu pushed, but instead of pushing her desk mate away, she got an even stickier hug.
His deskmate's moist lips rubbed against his neck, making him feel numb and tingling, just like the innocent intimacy of a child meeting someone he likes.
It had been too long since they last met, and Song Shu couldn't accept this level of closeness. He couldn't push his deskmate away, so he had to grab his deskmate's hair and pull it back as if to warn him, helplessly: "Enough, you're almost pressing on me."
His head was pulled and forcibly separated from the porcelain-white skin. In the peripheral vision of his eyes, the skin had been completely rubbed red.
He got it by rubbing it.
A strange sense of satisfaction emerged in my deskmate's heart, and even the tingling in the hair at the back of his head turned into a soft pleasure.
Knowing that he had to stop, he let go of Song Shu and muttered, "We haven't seen each other for so long, what's wrong with a hug?"
The space in the back seat of the car was already limited, and his deskmate squeezed in like that, completely pressing him down. His body was completely pressed against his body, and every time his lips brushed against his skin, it brought on a tingling shiver.
Song Shu wasn't a particularly sensitive person, but that was a bit too much, far beyond the straight man's acceptance distance. He covered his neck with his hand, which had just been rubbed by his deskmate, and sighed: "I haven't seen you for a month, and you are still like this."
My deskmate smiled and blinked his watery eyes, "That means I haven't changed. I still love you so much."
Song Shu pushed him away and got out of the car, "Stop talking nonsense."
“You always say this.”
His desk mate caught up with him and walked side by side with him: "Have you eaten yet? Do you want to go to the cafeteria to buy some breakfast first?"
Song Shu had eaten before leaving. He looked at his tablemate and asked, "You didn't eat?"
My deskmate didn't say anything, just touched his belly.
Song Shu understood, "Well, go ahead."
To Song Shu, his deskmate is like a younger brother. Although Song Shu doesn't have a younger brother, he thinks it might be similar to this feeling if he has one.
Like to act like a spoiled brat, which is troublesome, but still tolerable.
Just like he is probably a troublemaker to his brother.
…
The canteen of Tianhua International School is open all day, with a wide variety of windows and dishes. It is said that many of the chefs are hired by the families of these young masters and ladies. Facing this group of rich and noble students, the main goal is to meet their requirements.
During this period, the second and third year high school students are still taking make-up classes, and now is also class time. Song Shu is sitting in the dining area wearing a hat and a mask, and his deskmate is queuing up for food.
He lowered his head to play with his phone, and a student sat opposite him, "Hello, is anyone here?"
"have."
Song Shu didn't even raise his head and took a sign from the side, which read: No sharing tables allowed.
The sign "No Sharing Tables" was a humane policy for caring for students with social anxiety that was introduced by Song Shu in the second semester of his senior year in high school.
Song Shu liked it very much. Even though he was a social elite, he liked it.
Because in the first half of his freshman year in high school, he was asked every day if he could share a table when eating in the cafeteria.
The cafeteria is very large, even with five floors. If it is not meal time, it is no problem to accommodate this group of students with one table each.
Song Shu doesn't like crowds, and often goes to eat after mealtime. Therefore, he is often asked, "Is anyone here?" or "Can I sit here?" when there are many empty tables nearby.
No matter which way the question was asked, Song Shu didn't like it. After he chose to refuse, some people found that his refusal was not tough, and was even soft. This led to some people choosing to sit down directly before asking: "Is it okay for me to sit here?"
Song Shu: “…”
Song Shu was confused the first time, at a loss the second time, and wanted to flip the table the third time. Why don’t you sit down when there’s an empty table next to you? Why don’t you sit down? There’s no gold placed opposite me, and it’s not a good view. Why are you sitting opposite me?
The above are Song Shu's bitter inner thoughts, which he could not say to others no matter what. As he was forced to share tables more and more often, Song Shu was able to ignore anyone sitting next to him.
Regarding this point, the forum is also discussing it vigorously, and the views are roughly divided into three camps.
The first group of people think that there is only one seat, and I am very capable if I get it. If you are capable, go get it too. If you can't get it, why are you being so jealous here! You are just jealous that I can eat with him. What a bunch of jealous people.
The second group of people think that Song Shu is unhappy because you guys are fighting for seats like this. Haven't you seen that he always has a dull face when he eats? What if he can't eat and becomes thinner, and doesn't go to the canteen to eat in the future, what are we going to see? Don't be so selfish.
The third group was more irritable: "Fight, fight ...
After all, only a few people were able to grab the seat next to Song Shu, and the ones who argued more fiercely were the second group, "Song Shu is unhappy," and the third group, "My irritable mother, no one should sit down."
The two factions argued in the forum for three days and three nights, and were finally forced to shake hands and make peace under the sanctions of the forum administrator and signed an agreement to "refuse to share tables."
As the biggest beneficiary of the agreement, Song Shu was not aware of the twists and turns involved. He was happy for several days after the sign came out.
Some people would secretly sit next to him and chat with him with relief: "Finally, no one is sitting next to him blocking his view. It's much better."
"It felt so cute. He had formed a special reflex. When he heard the footsteps, he didn't even raise his head and continued eating. He waved the small sign in his hand, and the man walked away in shame."
"He's so cute even when he's eating. Luckily he's not angry..."
All these discussions took place where Song Shu could not hear.
Just like the saying goes, "There is a story behind every outrageous school rule." After Song Shu appeared, Tianhua International also came up with bizarre rules such as the "No Sharing Tables" sign.
Song Shu put the sign up, and his deskmate quickly came back. He looked around and asked, "No one wants to share the table with you?"
Song Shu pushed the sign on the table over and asked, "What do you think?"
My deskmate pushed the sign back to the middle and joked, "You are still so popular."
"Don't talk nonsense," Song Shu said, "Eat quickly."
Maybe it was because he hadn't been out for a long time, Song Shu felt uncomfortable and always felt like someone was watching him.
However, the students in the second and third years of high school were all in class. Except for a few very hungry students and the discipline committee members who were doing routine inspections, there was no one else in the cafeteria except him and his deskmate.
Maybe he is too sensitive.
Song Shu continued to look down at the message.
Ms. Lin: [I’m going back to school today after I’ve recovered from my illness (withered)]
Lin Mo: [Study hard]
[I am also returning home today]
Song Shu almost lost his cute girl persona. Damn, why did she come back today? Wouldn't that mean we bumped into each other?
Song Shu probed.
Ms. Lin: [What are you doing here, brother? (peek)]
Lin Mo: [Take the admission letter]
[I have to let my juniors see the real 725 points]
Song Shu: “…”
hehe.
Song Shu wanted to directly turn the phone over and give Lin Mo the middle finger, but there was a classmate sitting opposite him. He held back, still not wanting Lin Mo to catch him, and replied: [Senior is awesome]
Send a cute cat head emoji, then turn off the screen and turn off the phone. Haha, I'll go to the honor roll and give you the middle finger later.
My tablemate who was eating suddenly looked up and asked, "Who are you talking to?"
Unexpectedly, his deskmate noticed this. Song Shu was stunned by the question and said vaguely, "A friend."
Seeing that Song Shu was reluctant to talk, his deskmate's eyes darkened, and he did not continue to ask questions. Instead, he finished his breakfast and went to the Academic Affairs Office with Song Shu to get the notice.
The process of getting the notification letter is very simple. You just need to report your name and student ID card. A teacher will find it for you, say a few words of congratulations, and then you can leave.
Song Shu took out the notice and found his deskmate still inside. He was just feeling lucky that he didn't run into Lin Mo, but the feeling of being watched came back.
Song Shu paused, he looked around, didn't see anyone. But when he lowered his head, that gaze followed him again.
Song Shu had been battling Lin Mo in wits and courage over the past few years, and had also caught many perverts who had been peeping at him. Just as he was about to conduct a sting operation, someone grabbed his shoulder.
"Yeah, it's mine."
My deskmate also came out with a notice, "We are all in class now, do you want to go to the swimming pool?"
Song Shu stood up and said, "I don't want to go."
Exercise is the enemy of a homebody. And he just recovered from a cold, so even if he could swim, he didn't want to go in the water.
"Go ahead, I just learned how to swim."
The classmate shook Song Shu's hand and blinked: "Or if you don't want to swim, you can just watch me swim, and think of it as accompanying me."
Song Shu is actually very soft-hearted, and he will give in if you persuade him a little.
Seeing that Song Shu didn't respond, his deskmate moved closer and said, "Go ahead, keep me company."
Song Shu met his gaze and soon gave in, "Okay."
…
There are no make-up classes for physical education during the summer vacation. There are very few people in the school swimming pool. I don’t know what my deskmate said to the administrator. Now they are the only ones in the already sparsely populated venue.
The sun is very strong today and the sunshine is bright. It is indeed good weather for swimming.
Song Shu sat in the position where the swimming pool security guard usually sat, and watched his deskmate come out of the locker room and run over waving his hand.
"Song Shu!"
With pink hair fluttering stupidly, Song Shu couldn't help but look at the belly of his deskmate.
1, 2, 3…!
Six pack abs!
………No wonder he feels so heavy when the pressure is on him.
Song Shu touched her belly and immediately felt that it was unfair.
How come they all have abdominal muscles without exercising? Lin Mo is like this, and so is his deskmate. He doesn't exercise either, so why doesn't he have abdominal muscles?
Song Shu lifted up her shirt, revealing a whole white belly.
“………”
"Song Shu!"
My deskmate is like a traveling frog. I have to call him once or twice wherever he goes.
Song Shu put down his hand as if nothing had happened, waved at him, and continued to play with his mobile phone in the security guard's position.
Because there was no news to process, Song Shu played a Sudoku game.
Games can kill time, and it would be a good option if you can play games like this all the time. However, after playing for a while, Song Shu felt the prying eyes again.
From the moment he entered the campus, malicious gazes had been following him.
Song Shu finished another Sudoku puzzle, put away his phone, said hello to his deskmate, and went to the locker room to change clothes.
My deskmate was still in the water. When he heard that he was going to the locker room, his eyes lit up. “Do you want to swim with me?”
Song Shu nodded nonchalantly: "Try it."
My deskmate patted the water surface, and his wet pink fur was completely pulled back, like a puppy, and he said happily, "Then I'll wait for you."
Her eyes were still following him, but Song Shu had never seen a third person besides him and his deskmate in the swimming pool. Entering the locker room, Song Shu slowed down his pace.
The locker room was composed of cubicles. Song Shu entered one of them. The moment he closed the door, another sound of footsteps was heard in the locker room.
Messages were popping up on Song Shu's phone.
It is an account with the default avatar and name.
=Did you find me?
=I like you so much
=What should I do? I can't stand it when you lift my clothes.
=Can you help me?
=I know you don’t like men, so is it okay for straight men to help each other?
Messages were still popping up one by one, not like typing, but more like voice input. I could smell the dark and perverted smell through the screen.
The messages kept popping up, and the people outside were still pushing open each door to check.
The person outside the door was not the one who sent the message.
Song Shu frowned, looked around, and thought that when the man pushed his door, he would rush out and beat the man up with the baseball bat at hand.
What a perverted stalker. If you beat him up and send him to the police station, he will behave better than before.
Song Shu held the baseball bat, his nerves tense, but he heard the person who had been pushing the door ask: "Song Shu, are you in there?"
We are desk mates.
Song Shu relaxed a little, and he opened the door: "Why are you just pushing the door without saying anything?"
My deskmate smiled and said, "I want to see your naked body. Of course I have to scare you."
Just kidding again.
Song Shu grabbed his head and walked out with him, "What's so good about mine? You..."
The classmate felt a chill, and water was still dripping from his swimming trunks. Afraid that Song Shu would catch a cold, the classmate did not get too close, and only said, "Didn't you say you wanted to change clothes for swimming? Why didn't you change?"
They had already walked out of the locker room. Song Shu was about to explain when he caught a glimpse of a piece of clothing out of the corner of his eye. Before his brain could react, he had already pulled his deskmate into the small utility room.
Soon, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door, and a nervous and anxious muttering: "Isn't it here? Why is it gone..."
Pacing back and forth.
In the storage room with only a blind for light, Song Shu tightly covered her deskmate's lips.
The door lock of the utility room was very tight, it was an old generation, it was said to have been used for more than ten years, once it was locked no one could open it from the outside. The utility room was also very small, Song Shu and his deskmate almost had to stick their bodies together to ensure that the other's head would not appear from the blinds.
The deskmate's body was very cold, but it became warm when he got close to him. Song Shu's T-shirt was completely wet, and in the dim light it looked like a piece of unpolished jade.
Their breathing and heartbeats inevitably overlapped, and the classmate's heartbeats were more rapid. He swallowed Song Shu's breath in his throat. He reached out and touched Song Shu's shoulder blade, then moved away. Then, as if testing, he slowly covered her with his hand, and the boy's large palm print soon soaked her white T-shirt.
Our skin touched, and there was a strange shiver.
I couldn't help rubbing and kneading my palms, and the butterfly bones under my palms trembled.
After the footsteps and mutterings left, Song Shu loosened his hand. The hormones produced by nervousness were enough to make him ignore the strangeness on his back. At the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, gestured, and whispered, "There's someone outside."
The light coming through the blinds was dim, like moonlight, covering Song Shu's slightly drooping eyelashes, part of her profile, a small part of her chin, and her moist red lips.
Heartbeat roaring.
The palm that brushed across the butterfly bones was as hot as molten magma.
The small space holds the breath of two people, making them inexplicably confused and disoriented.
The classmate lowered his head to look at Song Shu and said something incoherent: "Sorry, I...you are all wet."
Song Shu lowered his head and saw that his white T-shirt and shorts were indeed wet in a large area, sticking tightly to his skin.
The pervert outside the utility room dispersed and devoured some of the vigilance towards familiar people.
Song Shu was thinking about the people outside, so he waved his hand nonchalantly and whispered, "It's okay, just change your clothes later."
His deskmate had a head of wet, messy pink hair, his lower body was also wet, and his upper body was still bare. He was not much better than him.
Especially his expression was a bit dull, as if he was frightened. He was usually so eloquent, but now he couldn't utter a word.
Song Shu wanted to laugh, but it was inappropriate to laugh. He glanced at the blinds to confirm whether the pervert was still there.
Before he could get close, he heard footsteps outside.
Damn, it’s haunting me.
Song Shu cursed inwardly. If the baseball bat was still in his hand and the pervert was still holding the knife, he would definitely rush out and beat the pervert up.
He pulled his desk mate, wanting him to come closer so as not to be discovered, but his desk mate had already squatted down.
There was another long sound of a pervert holding a knife and muttering neurotically.
When the footsteps faded away, Song Shu felt a headache.
He lowered his head, wanting to pull his desk mate up, hide somewhere else, and call the school security office. However, for some reason, his desk mate had to hold his legs to keep himself squatting.
My deskmate looked up at him and he really looked like a Samoyed puppy. "What happened to your leg?"
Song Shu was wearing shorts, and there was still a little butterfly-like mark near the base of his legs where he had worn leg rings that day. Actually, it had almost disappeared after using ointment, but it was particularly obvious because of his fair skin.
The damp clothes felt a little uncomfortable against the skin, so Song Shu lifted them up a little and said, "I accidentally got an allergy that day."
The boy's hand grabbed Song Shu's calf, his hot palm imprisoned that small piece of skin, and his fingers squeezed a little flesh, and the skin slowly turned red.
The perverted footsteps came again, and Song Shu cursed inwardly in anger again.
My deskmate seemed to be unable to squat any longer. It felt warm and moist, as if his lips had brushed against the butterfly and left an imprint on it.
The shutters were opened.
Outside the door, Lin Mo held a flashlight and paused, "Song Shu?"
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