Pride-Lust-Desire (18)
The shutters in the utility room could not be opened under normal circumstances. Lin Mo somehow managed to break most of the shutters into pieces.
Dust rustled down mixed with the sunlight, and some of it fell into Song Shu's eyes. A sour feeling came over him, and he covered his eyes uncomfortably.
The utility room was small, with limited space for movement. When the dust fell, it seemed to fall into the eyes of his deskmate, who leaned towards him again.
His lips brushed the butterfly mark again.
Song Shu moved his legs uncomfortably, but his deskmate held his legs so tightly that he could hardly move. Thinking that his deskmate was still in shock, Song Shu lowered his head to comfort him, "The people outside have left."
The pervert holding a knife was no longer outside the door, and the annoying Lin Mo appeared instead. Although annoying, he was more reassuring than a pervert.
The light of the flashlight shone in through the broken blinds. Lin Mo didn't waste any words and simply opened the door with the key.
The action was so fast that Song Shu and his deskmate couldn't react.
Lin Mo held a flashlight, as if catching someone cheating, and shone the light over the red corners of Song Shu's eyes, then onto the classmate who was squatting at Song Shu's feet, holding Song Shu's calves with his hands, and his cheek almost touching Song Shu's legs.
“…”
Lin Mo put away the flashlight, and said in a voice without emotion: "I'm in a good mood."
Song Shu is rubbing his eyes:?
What the hell? Aren't they just hiding in the utility room? Why did Lin Mo make it sound like a couple who came back to their alma mater to find excitement?
Song Shu's eyes were red from the stimulation. He was not used to the light outside, and Lin Mo's words made him feel bad. He was not happy: "Why are you here?"
Lin Mo glanced at his watch, "There are three minutes left, and the security guards will come to check on the situation."
The classmate slowly stood up at this time, stood beside Song Shu, and explained the situation with the intention of blocking Song Shu: "Just now someone was walking around the swimming pool with a knife."
"The person has been taken away."
Lin Mo lowered his head and reported in the mobile group: [The two students in the swimming pool have been found and are safe.]
He lifted his eyelids and looked at Song Shu, "Didn't you say that you would never be caught by me in this life?"
Song Shu: “…”
Who hasn’t made bold statements after graduation?
Song Shu turned his eyes away and said, "What did you catch? I didn't violate any rules."
It was a very familiar conversation; it seemed like every high school confrontation was accompanied by such sarcastic remarks.
"The knife-wielding suspect posed as a swimming pool manager and approved your application for booking the pool."
Lin Mo lowered his head, the silver earrings on his earlobes flashing brightly. He said to his deskmate while typing, "Next time, don't do something stupid like you think you've booked the whole place."
My deskmate seemed to have not said a word since coming out of the utility room, and just stood there like a piece of wood.
Thinking of his deskmate who was also implicated, Song Shu waved her hand in front of his eyes apologetically, "Are you scared silly?"
My deskmate's face was very red and hot. He was not wearing a shirt. Because he was nervous, the outline of his abdominal muscles seemed to be more obvious. Song Shu could feel the heat radiating from him when she got close to him.
Pink-haired was stunned. Her deskmate covered her lips, as if she had finally come back to her senses from another world. She bent down to hide her reaction, "No, no."
Why are you bending over? Did you get hurt in the utility room?
Song Shu turned to face his deskmate and frowned: "Are you hurt?"
Lin Mo still turned on the flashlight and scanned Song Shu's calf. The bright red fingerprints on the fair skin made one imagine the force used by the owner of the fingers, like the mark of a monster.
His eyes returned coldly to Song Shu's face. Song Shu was very good-looking, but his appearance seemed to be secondary to his appearance. There were many good-looking people in the world, but Song Shu was the only one who had such a contradictory and irresistible personality.
Because his deskmate was bent over, Song Shu had no choice but to lower his head and turn to look at him. The concern between his eyebrows was indeed genuine, but it was not so real that one could hold it in one's hand.
In Song Shu's eyes, indifference and sincerity can coexist at the same time.
The two of them were going back and forth, and Lin Mo simply raised his hand, shone the flashlight on his deskmate, and said with a cold face: "Didn't you help him solve the problem in there?"
"It makes him so energetic."
The ambiguous words were like a sword undercurrent, but Lin Mo didn't think he had said anything shocking, and still said coldly: "Or, you are not doing that kind of thing in there."
Song Shu: ???
Song Shu looked up suddenly. His deskmate had already stood up, put his arm around his shoulders, and said with a smile, "Yes, I helped him solve it. He doesn't need to help me solve it."
Because the discomfort caused by Lin Mo's words disappeared a little, Song Shu pushed his deskmate inexplicably: "Why didn't you say anything just now?"
"I'm sorry, this is the first time I've encountered something like this, and I'm still not well prepared."
My deskmate let go of my hand and pointed at his cheek, "Look, your face is red from fear."
Song Shu would have to be a fool to believe such a statement, but he believed it anyway. He didn't seem to have any interest in digging deeper into the words that clearly concealed the truth, as if he was saying, "Since you said so, I'll believe it."
Very bad and indifferent.
The primary prerequisites for liking and loving are novelty and curiosity, but Song Shu has lost such feelings towards them.
Song Shu breathed a sigh of relief without taking it too seriously, "I'm glad you're okay."
"The swimming pool needs to be thoroughly checked, and irrelevant personnel should leave as soon as possible." Lin Mo put away the flashlight and turned to leave.
Song Shu was not willing to breathe the same air as Lin Mo, so he and his deskmate fell behind.
Because my clothes are all wet, I still have to change clothes.
Having a psychological impact on the changing room in the swimming pool, Song Shu and her deskmate changed clothes in another open lounge.
Without feeling like she was being spied on, Song Shu took off her clothes by grabbing the corners of her clothes. When she bent her body, her shoulder blades protruded, and her skin was as smooth as jade under the light, with a pair of shallow dimples near her lower back.
He had his back to his deskmate, so naturally he missed the glances that were directed at him from time to time.
The clothes were changed quickly. After Song Shu put on her clothes, she did not look at her deskmate, but turned her back to him and said, "Tell me when you are done."
"Um."
The reply came quickly, followed by the rustling sound of someone getting dressed.
When I walked out of the lounge, the sun was already rising outside, and the leaves of the trees on both sides of the campus were swaying.
After coming out, my deskmate started talking more, "What else do you want to do? We still have an afternoon."
After being chased by a pervert with a knife, Song Shu lost interest. He shook his head: "It's up to you to decide."
His deskmate looked at him and rubbed his earlobe imperceptibly. "How about going to the mall? I heard there's an event going on there."
Song Shu still didn't care, looking at another place, "It's all right."
His deskmate followed his gaze and saw Lin Mo, who was wearing a black uniform with the cuffs of the Discipline Committee member on his cuffs. He was leaning on the railing and talking to several members of the Discipline Committee.
Song Shu only glanced at him once before looking away. He curled his lips in disdain and complained in a very low voice, "You're still pretending."
My deskmate's gaze also narrowed, with a vague feeling of resentment similar to jealousy in it.
Lin Mo is very smart.
He shows and behaves so much against Song Shu, but he manages to get the most attention from Song Shu.
This plan of a mortal enemy is a bit too cunning. During the three years of high school, perhaps the name that Song Shu remembered the most was "Lin Mo".
The forum discussed Song Shu's desk mate, and of course, Lin Mo. Those people in the forum didn't like Song Shu's desk mate and Lin Mo very much. One commented that they were shameless green tea who desperately clung to Song Shu, and the other was a black-bellied scheming man who tried every means to make Song Shu remember him but insisted that he didn't like Song Shu.
The deskmate clenched his hands hanging at his side, looked over again, and for a moment his eyes met Lin Mo's.
It was really not very wise. He really wanted to give Lin Mo the finger, but the fact was that their eyes just passed each other, just like those rivals in love in TV dramas who looked down on each other and probably thought that the other was an eyesore and a nuisance.
His deskmate rubbed his earlobe again, but his rapid heartbeat always pulled him back into the deafening utility room.
Everything is out of control.
Song Shu's figure was stretched out by the fragmented sunlight under his feet. His fixed gaze licked his back, and he could almost reproduce the thin, exposed spine.
It's like the thin layer of white skin after heating milk, which will curl up with a slight touch.
The earlobe had been rubbed completely red, and in the still hot air, the classmate paused. The light and the air were distorted by the steam.
Very... out of control.
In such a small and enclosed space, he almost raped Song Shu uncontrollably.
Pinching his palms, his deskmate suppressed his heavy breathing and heartbeat, and caught up with Song Shu again, trying his best to prevent Song Shu from hearing the heat in his voice.
"Let's go to the mall to eat first, and then we'll go to the arcade. I heard there's an event going on near the mall..."
——
The shopping mall is also near the school and is the largest business district nearby.
Maybe he had just caught a cold, Song Shu's mind was a little hot, and he was not very energetic when replying to the message. He looked at his phone and replied slowly.
Bi'an: [Boss, there are so many people here, I'm so nervous.]
[picture]
The other side was equivalent to broadcasting the event live to him. Although Song Shu was not present at the scene, he could still feel the huge crowds through the pictures.
After zooming in on the landmark logo in the picture, Song Shu realized belatedly - was this the business district that he and his deskmate were going to?
After comparing the destination, Song Shu said: "..."
What a coincidence? Will we meet by chance again later?
The first second this thought came to mind, Song Shu automatically suppressed it.
Such a coincidence is a little too scary, as if someone had pinched every line with their fingers.
Song Shu felt a little uncomfortable because his head was hot. After he replied to the message from [The Other Shore], two messages popped up in Lin Mo's message box. Song Shu knew what they were without even looking at them.
It must be the pretentious message about the admission letter. Lin Mo seemed to know that he was Xiao Sen and wanted to catch him like fishing.
Even if he wore shorts in the swimming pool today, only his calves would be exposed. He didn't believe that Lin Mo could match the photo so quickly.
Song Shu curled his lips and turned off his phone. He didn't have time to go fishing with Lin Mo today, especially after seeing the original master being a jerk in front of him.
Song Shu was leaning against the back of the car seat, drowsy. He was wearing a mask, which was a bit stuffy. He frowned and opened his eyes, struggling to wake up, and was startled by the face of his deskmate approaching.
His head hit the back seat of the car again, and he felt a little dizzy. "What are you doing?"
My deskmate suppressed his infatuation and moved away. "I see you don't seem to be feeling well."
Song Shu rubbed the back of his head and took a breath: "I'm fine, but my head hurts a little."
My deskmate lowered his head and looked at his phone: "Then let's go to a herbal restaurant to eat. It's hot, so we need something to cool down."
Song Shu hadn't recovered from the blow just now: "It's up to you to decide."
His fingers scribbled on the phone without any order, and the smile on his deskmate's lips gradually disappeared.
Post: Aren't you high school sophomores and juniors going too far? It's okay to skip classes to see him? But there are also perverts chasing him? Are you really sick?
Post: I heard that he sat at the same table with him in the swimming pool...? ! !
My deskmate clenched his fingers, not feeling any vanity at all from these rumor posts about a flu-like outbreak.
not enough.
His eyes fell vaguely on Song Shu's legs.
This contact is totally insufficient.
…
Entering the shopping district, you can see the bustling competition venue from afar. As the favorite to win the championship, the sign of [The Other Shore] was placed in the most conspicuous position.
Song Shu was wearing a mask and moving among the crowd. When he looked up, he could vaguely see the young man holding a mouse on the stage.
Compared to chatting across the Internet, the [other shore] in reality seems to be gentler and not so bad at speaking, and more tactful than Song Shu imagined.
[The Other Shore] The opponents on the opposite side changed one after another, and the cheers in the venue were about to break through the ceiling.
The organizer seemed to have invited a few female anchors to warm up the audience. During the intermission, [Bi'an] was being interviewed by the host.
My hand was pulled, and my deskmate urged: "Song Shu, the time for the medicinal meal is almost up."
Only then did Song Shu look away.
"Well, let's go."
On the stage, [Bi'an] seemed to sense something and looked in the direction of Song Shu, but all he saw was a back.
A little familiar.
[Bi'an] After answering the host's questions, he couldn't help but look down at his phone.
[Xiaohao] still didn’t reply to his message.
Lately... [Xiaohao] seems to be getting colder and colder towards him.
[Bi'an] felt a little anxious. But since this was a competition, he had no choice but to suppress his anxiety and send another message to [Xiaohao].
[Boss, I made it to the finals.]
Unexpectedly, this time [Xiaohao] responded quickly: [Yes, I saw it]
? ! ! [Small] is coming?
[Bi'an] was a little impatient, trying to find the familiar eyes among the crowd. However, he looked around but couldn't see the person he was looking for.
…
In the herbal medicine kitchen upstairs, Song Shu sat down and looked down, watching [The Other Shore] spinning around like a scanner, feeling somewhat puzzled.
What are you looking for?
His tablemate sat down next to Song Shu and asked for credit: "How is it? This is the best seat in the whole restaurant."
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