Half an hour later, 019 floated in.
"What...what are you doing!" Its black bean eyes widened as it looked at Shang Yan, who was being pressed against the wall, thinking that Shang Yan had been bullied.
The little ball rushed over and slapped Zhou Ping hard across the face with its slender arms.
Zhou Ping stopped, released Shang Yan who was slightly out of breath, and said very seriously to the little round ball 019 that was about to launch an attack, "We're together now."
019 didn't react immediately, "Huh?"
What is he saying? Hasn't Shang Yan always been with him?
Seeing that 019 didn't react, Zhou Ping gripped Shang Yan's hand tightly, "I'm with him, I'm his boyfriend."
019 understood this time.
Its beady eyes widened dramatically, "No, I disagree, no!"
It was only a short absence, and these two people became a couple?
Zhou Ping reached out and flicked away 019, who was waving its arms. "I'm just informing you."
019: ? ? !
Shang Yan reached out and grabbed 019. "Don't hit him. I promised him. Or you can hit me a couple of times?"
The elderly father has never felt so powerless.
It flew into a rage, "If you treat him badly, I'll take him to a place you'll never find again!"
It threatened viciously.
Zhou Ping was indeed threatened by it. He had just let go of Shang Yan's hand but then hugged it tighter. "No, I will be good to him."
"You can't take him away." Zhou Ping realized that what 019 had just said was true.
019 grunted twice and then fell silent.
"The two teachers outside are about to wake up," it said to Shang Yan.
Upon hearing this, Shang Yan quickly raised his head and pushed Zhou Ping a little further away.
"Teachers, teachers, are you alright?" he asked 019 as he ran outside. [What did you do to them?]
"I was just worried they'd bother you. You two were each holding a bouquet of flowers, and one of you is socially awkward, so I just electrocuted them both." 019 never imagined she'd be so thoughtful. "Don't worry, the electrocution wasn't too bad."
Zhou Ping ran after Shang Yan, carrying two bouquets of flowers in his hand.
After lying on the ground unconscious for half an hour, Teacher Li slowly woke up and nudged Teacher Yao next to him.
"That's really strange, I don't have low blood sugar," he muttered to himself.
"Teachers, are you all alright?" Shang Yan asked, standing next to Teacher Li with his head down.
Teacher Li swallowed the words of reprimand that were about to come out, thinking that Shang Yan's mental state was not quite normal. "Never mind," she thought, "I'd better not say it."
What if the patient is provoked and goes crazy?
If you dare to drive a tractor today, you'll dare to drive an excavator tomorrow.
If you dare to drive a tractor today, you'll dare to drive an excavator tomorrow.
Let's hope they don't actually dig up the school.
Teacher Li could only say sheepishly, "I'm fine, it's probably just a case of low blood sugar. I'm glad you're alright."
"I'm sorry, teacher, I'll drive the tractor back in a bit," Shang Yan always said sincerely when apologizing.
At this moment, Teacher Yao also woke up. He stood up from the ground and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the intact tractor and Shang Yan.
After Shang Yan apologized to Teacher Yao, Teacher Yao waved her hand and said, "You can't do this again. Don't forget to drive the tractor back."
Shang Yan is quite good at driving a tractor, so Teacher Yao is quite relieved.
He nudged Teacher Li next to him, and the two of them pushed their bicycles back to school.
"So, the teacher is leaving now? Do you want the teacher to come with you?"
"No need, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'm very good at it!" Shang Yan waved to the two teachers and watched them leave.
After watching the two teachers leave, Shang Yan turned to Zhou Ping and gave him a bright smile. "Zhou Ping, want a ride in my car?"
Holding two bouquets of flowers, Zhou Ping watched as Shang Yan boarded the tractor. Shang Yan, sitting on the tractor seat, propped his chin up and looked at him, extending a silent invitation.
Zhou Ping:......
Zhou Ping still sat down, sitting next to Shang Yan without daring to look up, his body stiff.
"Let's go!"
The "duangduangduang" sound rang out again, and this time Shang Yan's tractor had flowers and people on it.
"Zhou Ping, am I cool driving a tractor?" Shang Yan reached out and tugged at Zhou Ping's sleeve. He was so handsome when he smiled that Zhou Ping couldn't help but look up at him several times.
"..." Zhou Ping moved his lips, but in the end he gave in and slowly uttered a single word, "Handsome."
"Hahahaha!" Shang Yan laughed heartily twice.
On his way back, as he passed the stall, he also returned the loudspeaker that had been on the tractor.
"Thank you, boss! Thank you for your sponsorship! I have a boyfriend now!" he grinned, showing off his big teeth.
The stall owner, whose megaphone had been taken away, was taken aback when he heard the unfamiliar young man in front of him say so openly that he had a boyfriend, and then took the megaphone back.
The stall owner had never seen such a generous person before.
That's incredibly generous. Seeing the boy's vibrant face, it wouldn't be right not to say something in response.
The stall owner glanced at Zhou Ping, who was sitting next to the boy and wearing a black shirt, holding two bouquets of flowers. After holding back for a long time, he finally blurted out, "This young man is really open-minded; he's already found himself a boyfriend."
"You two seem to have a really good relationship, may you live a long and happy life together..." The stall owner swallowed back the words that almost slipped out, "may you have a son soon," and nodded kindly to Shang Yan.
"Thank you, Uncle!" Shang Yan was so happy to hear someone sincerely wish him well. His tuft of hair on his head swayed, and after waving to the stall owner, he drove away in his tractor.
"I've never ridden a tractor before," Zhou Ping said, who had been looking down at the flowers the whole way. "This one doesn't go very fast."
Shang Yan reached out and plucked a red rose, then pinned it to Zhou Ping's head under Zhou Ping's somewhat puzzled gaze.
"I know this tractor is slow. You were actually waiting for me, weren't you?"
He tilted his head. "After all, you run very fast."
This old, dilapidated tractor alone is not enough to catch up with Zhou Ping.
A red rose was pinned in the young man's dark hair, making his face appear even more radiant.
Zhou Ping's face flushed again, and he tightened his grip on the two bouquets of flowers. "I told you, you don't need to pursue me."
These were words spoken a long time ago, and I never expected Zhou Ping to keep them in mind all this time.
Shang Yan's eyes flickered, but he didn't look at Zhou Ping again.
His hands clenched unconsciously. "It's all like this, how am I supposed to tell my family?"
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