He didn't want to have physical contact with people.

- So only the tenderness of the moment gave him a unique illusion, and he wondered with joy whether he had some peculiarities.

If he missed it, he would be ignored, and he could really feel Myoja's sense of fear and joy.

"--...... Try to make a sound, right? ”

So such a cold invitation without tenderness turned out to be bewitching to him.

And then the voice overflowed from the bottom of the throat—a deep, desperately suppressed gasp of breath, which drove the vocal cords to leak a little bit of longing. Lu Yuancang was even startled by the fact that he could make such a sound, Chu Songluo looked a little smiling, but he didn't know why he felt that the other party seemed to be more distant from him.

It was like watching himself naked through the □□glass, he was commanded by the hands that slid down deftly to make a more perfect sound, and the inexplicable pleasure wrapped in a great sense of shame was almost overflowing, but there was also fear; However, the conductor corrected every bit of his flaw with a cold and onlooker attitude, without any emotion.

Lu Yuancang felt that he was starting to become weak, and he couldn't understand how he suddenly reached this state - maybe trying to break free was not that he couldn't escape, but the terrible thing was that he was subconsciously not so willing to think about how to escape. There was a hint of whimpering in his nasal voice, but Chu Songluo lowered his eyebrows, and criticized him in a cold and harsh tone: "You can't be coquettish, you can't plead, and you can seriously show your most depraved side." ”

Is this teaching?

Lu Yuancang felt eager and uneasy, after all, he felt that it was all his own passion, and when he was about to cry, Chu Songluo stopped his teaching.

"Good." He lowered his eyes, took out a handkerchief, and wiped his hands carefully—there was almost no contact with the fabric, but he still finished cleaning up carefully and slowly, and then he raised his eyes, and still spoke like a very conscientious teacher, but did not like to be close to his students.

"You're a quick learner, less troublesome than I thought."

After this distance, it was as if air was pouring into the room in an instant. His breathing became smooth and steady, so Lu Yuancang's sanity recovered quickly, and he was so embarrassed that it was especially difficult to control his self-control - he even said sarcastically with anger and self-doubt: "It turns out that Teacher Chu is such a teaching method, and you must have taught many good students. ”

After saying that, he immediately regretted it, but he couldn't withdraw what he had already said, so he pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word.

Chu Songluo glanced at him and stated calmly: "Why are you so angry-I didn't cause any damage to your actual interests, but I was helping you improve your acting skills, so it was you who benefited more than that." ”

"After all, ** is dirty and ugly, and I hate to be with people."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"It's in human nature to have a liking for someone who can value their own greater good—don't you like me because I have a great potential for you?"

"--I'm just a small part of your craving, and I'm going to break it down."

That's not true!

Lu Yuancang subconsciously wanted to refute his words, but he couldn't grasp the main point, and he couldn't spell it into coherent language, so he bit his lip and asked him, "So?" Then why did the teacher condescend to help me like this? It can't be a whim, can it? ”

He deliberately bit the words "degrading and noble" very clearly, and also put on a very sharp demeanor, but in fact, he didn't understand what he was asking for.

The sound of the pages turning was very obvious in the temporary silence waiting for an answer, and in Lu Yuancang's opinion, Chu Songluo was still unhurried and unconcerned.

The light in this room has a dry brightness, Chu Songluo's skin is unreal pale, and the pale cyan blood vessels can be faintly seen under the skin on his neck, as well as the direction of the bones, the smooth lines of the collarbones - he is very tall, but he is unexpectedly a little thin, if it weren't for the dark chestnut hair in the shape that makes him have a little commercial atmosphere, I am afraid that this person will not have any sense of disobedience when he appears in the most backlit ward of the hospital's inpatient department.

However, this morbid thinness does not make him look pathetic, but rather has a mysterious sense of mystery.

If you think about it, every time he meets Chu Songluo, he will have some behaviors that are difficult to explain in Lu Yuancang's eyes, such as his unpleasant disappointment, as well as the smile and signature that mentioned Lu Wanwan, and this ......

Chu Songluo looked at the script for a long time before finally answering him: "There is nothing wrong with you being me on a whim." ”

Before he could continue to choke, Lu Yuancang's hand was stuffed with a script again.

"Start practicing."

This attitude as if nothing had happened was too infuriating, and Lu Yuancang glared at Chu Songluo viciously, but received a puzzled look from the other party.

……。

I don't know why, this kind of Chu Songluo made Lu Yuancang's heart beat and suddenly became out of rhythm - no, he couldn't see that he was out of control, thinking like this, he couldn't help but blush.

Chu Songluo looked really interesting, and deliberately misinterpreted his meaning: "--Still can't pronounce it?" ”

Under normal circumstances, it is rare for two people to share a microphone, and even if there is, they are standing on the left and right sides. And Chu Songluo was standing behind Lu Yuancang at the moment, his hands were wrapped in front of him and holding the script-in fact, Chu Songluo deliberately controlled the place of contact, but Lu Yuancang was surrounded by his breath, and he had to feel disturbed again in this ambiguous posture. Chu Songluo asked him to read the script, and his voice was forbearing, inexplicably excited, and the most shameful cries and sighs seemed to have become a game between himself and himself; The pleasure of imagining that you are being manipulated to make these sounds is better than the self-deprecation of watching a movie. At first, he felt a little uneasy about his abnormality, but as his pale, slender and clean hands turned over the script in front of him page by page, he gradually became accustomed to it, and even became happy with it.

Chu Songluo's voice almost wiped his ears every time, but such a cold voice carried temperature and airflow, and the lethality was naturally extraordinary, and finally won Chu Songluo's qualified evaluation, Lu Yuancang couldn't help but want to touch himself, but heard Chu Songluo's voice.

"Practice is a special treat, but you can't always be stupid."

It should be because he leaned on his ear and said a lot of words, Chu Songluo's voice was low and hoarse.

"--Remember how I feel here, Lu Cangyuan."

**

Chu Songluo should have been busy until late yesterday.

The messages sent yesterday were all replies at three o'clock in the morning, and they have always used very few words, but there are good replies to every sentence. Finally, a group photo is attached, in which the parents and brothers of the Chu family gather together, he is in the center by the shoulders of the eldest brother of the Chu family with a bright smile, but his face is expressionless, his posture is upright, and he feels a little out of place - but maybe it should be the result of long-term training as an artist, and the line of sight is well captured by the camera.

Lu Wanwan felt uncomfortable when she saw it, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

This class was so boring that Lu Yuancang was sleeping on his stomach next to her. In the classroom, he was still drooling and talking in his dreams very, very quietly - he had this bad problem since he was on a group trip in elementary school, and Lu Wanwan had long been used to it.

It's just that this time the content made her feel different.

――“…… Chu Song...... Falling, mixed ...... da……”

The "n" sound was turned around and swallowed in his mouth.

It seems that I once vaguely liked this kind of person, and it wasn't anyone's fault, but I didn't see it clearly. Lu Wanwan thought as she typed in the chat window: "Are you catching up on sleep?" ”

Then he removed another square, bent down, cooled down with his cheek on the table, and began typing with his forehead against the edge of the table.

"Actually, talking to the aforementioned Zhu Majun today, I have a magical discovery."

“…… Didn't I tell you about that, a woman's intuition. ”

"What an amazing discovery! ――！！ ”

"-Forget it, I won't tell you, but it's about you."

"And."

"I don't know why.,It seems that after telling you that I like Takema-kun a little.,It's gradually calming down.,It's weird.。

"It's like a coke that has been shaken, my mood."

"It's almost going to burst out."

"But being stuffed back like this, standing still on the shelves, I'm not so uncomfortable anymore."

"Actually, it means that nothing happened, but I'm just not happy."

Typing here, Lu Wanwan felt a little aggrieved, her eyes were moist, but she was inexplicably unwilling.

"It doesn't seem to be so unhappy now.,Sleep well (づ ̄3 ̄)づ~"

The bell rang for the end of class, and while kicking Lu Yuancang with her foot, she took out a handkerchief to wipe her eyes - a beautiful red, checked, and Chu Songluo was just a series.

Lu Yuancang couldn't help but take a closer look at the handkerchief, "Where did you buy that handkerchief?" ”

"You don't like to use handkerchiefs, you're either too lady, you're just doing it." Lu Wanwan made up a yawn for herself, and praised herself in her heart for playing the scene where the tears were sleepy so well, "This princess is ingenious, she has always been a member of the entertainment committee, from the blackboard newspaper to the scientific genius competition, she will always be the first place, can't you see the manufacturer?" ”

Lu Yuancang was stunned for a moment, pretending to be a hippie smile to grab the handkerchief: "Why don't you be commercial, bend the bend, let me inject the first pot of gold into your textile girl's career." ”

Lu Wanwan's eyes were quick, and she quickly took out the light novel and held it in her hand, so Lu Yuancang immediately died down, and the two appeared to be safe and sound, changing classrooms and continuing classes.

There is a group performance this afternoon, and the class that was supposed to be in the afternoon is scheduled for the evening. At half past nine, Lu Wanwan finally endured Lu Yuancang's chatter of "Ah, I can't go to work again" and got out of class, hooked the bag on her shoulder with one hand and took the lead out of the classroom.

There was a tall boy in the doorway, wearing a knitted hat and a mask, leaning against the wall.

When her eyes met, she immediately recognized Chu Songluo.

In order to cater to the taste of the audience, the stage style of the girls during the afternoon performance is very two-dimensional. In order to save money with Lu Yuancang, Lu Wanwan did not take the five-yuan subway, but only took the one-yuan bus, and the traffic jam was so dead and alive that there was no time to change back to daily clothes. Seeing her come out, Chu Songluo straightened up, and when Lu Wanwan came over, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the upright pink and fluffy rabbit ears that she was still wearing on her head.

"You didn't bring a pocket watch, little rabbit - am I late?"

He said in a deep, gentlemanly voice.

Before Lu Wanwan could answer, she heard Lu Yuancang's hesitant voice.

"--Teacher Chu?"