Chapter 8: I Don't Want the Throne, I Just Want Him (2)

Even if the boy was very disobedient.

Even if the boy hadn't been embraced into his arms yet.

After a long time, Ye Sibai used a brisk tone and made an inconsistency joke: "Big brother, look at what you said, it seems that I won't like men." ”

The night is lonely, and the crows are croaking...

Two quiet ......

Ye Sishen: "... The oldest, the third..."

Ye Sibai sneered, and swore with words: "Just kidding." I, Ye Sibai, jumped from Kulan Peak, was shot to death by my second brother, was arrested by the Cheng family and went to the water prison to suffer, and washed my grandmother's feet every day, and I would never like a man! ”

Isn't she fragrant, girl?

Why doesn't my brother like my sister?

Ye Sibai was incomprehensible.

Ye Sishen breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Okay, rest early." ”

There was a beep on the other end of the phone that hung up, and it rang endlessly.

Ye Sibai knew that his unfettered free days were waving goodbye to him...

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"Jingle Bell~"

The class bell rang, and the classroom of the third class of the second year was quiet, and the old British professor was telling the classic comedy of "Shakespeare" in a colorful voice.

My buddy Lu Ze is a student in the first class of the second year, and he is in a different class.

Ye Sibai closed his eyes, the sun cast a shadow under his eyelashes, half-asleep and half-awake, he seemed to have returned to the foreign base, with a group of brothers recklessly, growing vegetables and raising pigs in the livestock farm, the small book was full of hatred and happiness...

Hiss~~

The back of Ye Sibai's hand suddenly hurt slightly, he opened his eyes and glanced at his tablemate, a little roommate with facial paralysis.

Fu Qi put down the pencil that poked people, and reminded him expressionlessly: "Listen carefully." ”

This kid's IQ is not as high as it was back then, and people are not as cute as they were back then, Fu Qi thinks that guiding him to listen to classes more can improve his IQ that is below the horizon of the Kuran country.

Once Ye Sibai had a slight distraction in class, Fu Qi would poke him.

Ye Sibai supported his forehead, his little roommate, not only had a crush on him, but also had the great ideal of learning and making progress with him.

Ye Sibai's handsome eyes smiled, and his slender fingers tapped on the table: "Little facial paralysis, brother is very smart, he doesn't need to study." I made it very clear last night that it is impossible between me and you..."

Fu Qi grinded his teeth secretly, stuffed two balls of cotton into his ears, looked at the blackboard with cold eyes, and listened carefully to the class.

She really can't stand the narcissism of this little broken child, I am the first agent of the military department, what handsome guy has not seen in so many years? Which green onion are you?

Ye Sibai glanced at the white cotton in Fu Qi's ears, and felt helpless: Why is this little facial paralysis so stubborn? As soon as I heard that my confession was rejected, I actually chose to close my ears and eyes and escape from reality...

The morning class was in torment, and it was moved inch by inch. In the afternoon, it was a physical education class that everyone was looking forward to.

In the gymnasium, the third class was warming up, and the girls' enthusiastic eyes were thrown to the basketball court.

Ye Sibai was wearing a white basketball shirt, with a tall figure and amazing jumping power, jumping hard, the basketball was taken off, and the corners of the white shirt were lifted, revealing the textured side waist outline.

Bang ~ perfect shot.

The girls around screamed in unison.

Ye Sibai seems to be the master he was born with, sunny and handsome, confident and flamboyant, and full of aura.

During the intermission, he took the mineral water handed by the enthusiastic girl, took two sips, and his throat slid up and down with the action of drinking, which looked very sexy.