The Poor Baby’s Manipulation Manual

On some old desks, the two sat opposite each other. He Qing was eating quietly. The hot eyes on the opposite side made him a little uncomfortable. The youth moved and asked with some shame, "You see what I do ?"

"I look at the teacher, of course, because the teacher looks good!" Ye Fei was not ashamed to be asked by him. Instead, he smiled and moved the stool to lean against the gentle man.

His age is not enough to be called a man, at most it can only be said to be a young man, but he is stronger than He Qing regardless of height or figure, even the appearance, except for a little bit of shaggy, no childishness at all, at this moment Shan just sitting beside He Qing gave him great pressure.

The gentle character teacher stiffened and moved to the side, his eyes twitching, "Thank you for bringing me rice, Ye Fei, you should go back to class."

Ye Fei put his hand on his face, staring at He Qing intently, with a smile on his mouth, and his tone was full of teasing, "Teacher, I don't know if you found out..."

Knowing that he couldn't say anything good, the Wenrun man was still intrigued by him, but thinking that talking to the people in front of him would always lead to a strange direction, he just couldn't hold back.

He didn’t ask, but it didn’t mean that the person in front of him didn’t say. Ye Fei raised his eyebrows and lengthened his tone. “Teacher, your eyes are big and beautiful, even your eyelashes are just right, especially like our school’s. The big flower is the one you always feed."

"Every time I see the teacher you feed that cat, I especially want to become that cat, and I will feel comfortable while lying under your hand and touching your belly!"

Where the poor Wen teacher who has been single for nearly thirty years can bear such sultry words, almost immediately, his white face turned red and he was speechless.

"You go to class as soon as you are okay, don't always think about something that is not there every day!" Angry is angry, He Qing is still not angry.

"I have something to do!" Ye Fei smiled at him and straightened out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, ripped it into a crumpled piece of paper, and gave it to the man in front of him with pride in his eyes. .

"Now, the transcript." He looks handsome. At this moment, Xie Xie smiles, and his eyes fall on the man who is looking at him in doubt.

"The teacher didn't say that last time, as long as I passed the first grade, did you promise to be with me?"

Under the suspicious gaze of the gentle man, he pushed the crumpled transcript on the table with the corner of his mouth, "Put the results today, my first grade."

How is this possible?

He Qing looked at him in disbelief, and hesitantly picked up the transcript. It was incredible to find that the first place was really Ye Fei.

Wasn’t he counting down last time?

With a skeptical gaze on the Wenrun man, Ye Fei's smile on his face never came down. He proudly said, "I already said, the previous exam was poor, it was because I did not want to take the exam."

With his finger on the test paper, he smiled and said, "May I bet on the game, the teacher is now mine!"

"Whatever becomes you, when did I say that you are the first..." Wen Run's man's face was hot, and he resisted not to show his shame, "I'm with you!"

"Does the teacher want to pay the bill?" Ye Fei was not surprised that he would not admit it, and he was contented with He Qing's shocked sight and took out the recording pen.

A slightly nervous voice came out of the man's warmth. "You still study hard and your grades are still at the end of the crane. Don't always think about these things."

"Then if my grades go up, will the teacher promise to be with me?"

After a few seconds of stagnation, He Qing said with a little hesitation, "When you get the first place, let's talk like this."

--drop.

Ye Fei pressed the switch, and his handsome face was full of pride, "What about the teacher, do you still want to pay the bill?"

Hearing his voice in person, He Qing’s face could no longer control the redness, and his eyes were full of shame and protest. “You’re recording it in that kind of situation, in that kind of situation, I just said it casually. One sentence, and I did not say that as long as you get the first place, I will..."

--boom!

Ye Fei opened the stool and walked towards him under the man's nervous vision.

"Ye Fei, what are you doing, you..."

He was yanked into the arms of a young man who was younger than him but was much taller and stronger than him in the next year. He was tightly bound by two hard arms. The familiar scene made He Qing panic.

"What the **** are you doing!"

"Isn't the teacher saying that the recording was made in this situation?" Ming next year is younger than him, but the eyes of young people who are completely in the upper hand are full of joy. "Then let's review it again."

"Teacher, I want to be with you. If you don't agree, I will kiss."

The same line, but the panicked gentle man had no excuses for the last time, and his hot breath was getting closer and closer, and he was panicked and ashamed.

"I promised! I promised!"

A regretful chuckle rang in his ear, and Ye Fei let him go, "I still thought, if the teacher doesn't agree, kiss until the teacher agrees."

He was proud in his eyes, "Teacher Mingming likes you too, and it doesn't have to force me to make a statement. It's really confusing."

The Wenrun man was ashamed and noisy as he said, blushing into a piece, he hesitated, and looked at the handsome young man with a head higher than him with shy and bright eyes, "Ye Fei, you really want to talk to me Together?"

"Of course." The youth nodded without hesitation. "From the first day you came to this school, I have fallen in love with you. I dream about waking up on the same bed with my teacher every day. !"

The temperature that had been lowered by his explicit confession finally rose a lot, and He Qing hesitated, "But I have only been in office for three months."

"Yes!" Ye Feili said sternly, "So I chased the teacher for three months. Didn't the teacher feel it?"

He pulled the man's hand, put it on his chest and held it down, "Look, as soon as I saw the teacher, my heart thumped."

Doesn't it die if it stops?

Crying and laughing because of this excuse, the Wenrun man wanted to withdraw his hand, "Okay, stop it."

Ye Fei refused to hold the man's hand. He looked down at the hand that was pressed against his chest. His white and slender fingers were healthy and powdery to almost transparent nails. His eyes crossed his desires, and the grip was tighter. Some, "I remember, teacher, in your resume, you used to teach the piano before. Such beautiful hands must be beautiful when you play the piano. Why not continue teaching?"

Suddenly he realized that the hand he was holding was frozen, Ye Fei looked up suspiciously, but he saw that the man in front of him was ruddy before turning away. Instead, he was a little white. "Teacher?"

He Qing withdrew his hand hard, "Ye Fei, you are still young, you are not oriented towards feelings, and just because of..."

"What would the teacher say if we are too old to be suitable?" The young man interrupted him, and an unruly handsome face was full of anger. "It's not that I want to be younger than the teacher!"

The Wen Run man was interrupted by what he wanted to say. He stunned and looked at the young man who insisted, and sighed a little, "Well, if you leave this school after graduation, and you still have this kind of thinking, I will promise you. "

"Why do we have to be together now after graduation?"

There was a trace of sorrow in the warm man's eyes, which was quickly covered by the lens. "In short, I will not agree if you have not graduated. If you are not satisfied, just go."

After entangled with the man for three months, he knew clearly that he would not get a good answer. Ye Fei shrugged. "Well, I graduated after graduation, but during this time, I am the teacher's reserve boyfriend and will always look at the teacher. I won't let you go around!"

"After all, your good-looking teacher is still very popular in school."

He looked at the man's face fascinatingly, "Teacher, you took off your glasses to show me, OK?"

He Qing frowned, "Why?"

Ye Fei grinned, "It's just curiosity, the teacher wears glasses so beautiful, if picked, it must be better."

"Will you be mesmerized?"

"What nonsense!" He Qing knew that he shouldn't be fooled by these sweet words, but the three months of obsession made him inevitably have a good impression on this young man who was many years younger.

He is so lonely. Over the years, no one has ever said so much to him. Now a Ye Fei suddenly appeared. Although he always rushed him, he hoped that what he said was true at the bottom of He Qing’s heart. Yes, I hope he really likes himself.

The gentle man pursed his lips and took off his glasses. "I don't know where you saw me and the big flower. It's obviously not the same." Dahua didn't wear glasses.

Because of myopia, he took off his glasses for a moment and dizzy, blinked, but saw Ye Fei's face full of sorrow, he had not asked clearly, but he was suddenly hugged with full arms, and his ears were happy and content sound.

"Like, it's really like it."

"You really look like him..."

Embraced in the warm embrace, the young man who wanted to push away was loose, and his face was somewhat shameful.

Is it really like it? No wonder he wanted to touch the big flower as soon as he saw it.

Ye Fei clasped the young man tightly with both hands. The eyes must be getting heavier and he said softly, "Teacher, I will graduate early and be with you forever."

The blush on the young man's face never came down. He paused and said, "Then you have to study hard."

【Ding! Ye Fei favored: 70, please make persistent efforts. 】