MTL - After Helping the Protagonist Escape From the Lunatic, I Was Targeted-Chapter 42

Shen Luyang stared at the sentence "Mom wants to see Xie Weihan" for ten seconds before realizing it later.

Fucking misunderstanding!

-Mom, I don't have that kind of relationship with Teacher Xie. That day was a last resort.

Of course not too hard.

Kinda, exciting.

Ning Wanshu saw that his reply was fairly peaceful, so she called.

Shen Luyang put on his headphones, ran to Xie Weihan's chair and sat down, rubbed to the right again, and explained to Ning Wanshu in the corner of the cat.

"Mom, it was a special situation that day. I was lazy-er, my car was inconvenient. Teacher Xie took me there."

"Baby, I know it's embarrassing to say this kind of thing, but you can't avoid mom, at least let me know the person of the other party, I'm relieved."

Shen Luyang's neck was hot, he didn't even hold his little hands when he was in junior high and high school, but he didn't expect to work as an adult, but instead felt the embarrassment of being "caught puppy love" by his mother.

"Mom, really not," Shen Luyang couldn't help laughing, "I'll definitely tell you when I'm in a relationship, and I like pretty aunt—"

Shen Luyang paused, and suddenly there was a flash in front of Mr. Xie sitting in his current position, looking at him intently with those long and beautiful eyes.

My heart was beating wildly, and I didn't say anything after that.

Ning Wanshu heard it, and suddenly said: "Do you like girls? Mom knows a few beautiful women Oga, who are about the same age as you. Someday Mom will send you the photo, so you can take a look?"

The get out of class bell rang suddenly.

Shen Luyang raised his voice a little: "No need, Mom, I'm so busy with work now, I don't have time to accompany her when I'm in a relationship with others. Isn't that delaying people?"

"Then how can it be a delay," Ning Wanshu said disapprovingly, "You both have jobs, although the distance is a little far... If you are worried about this, I will ask your father to change your job tomorrow, and so does your father. Oh, how can I delay my son's romance..."

Shen Luyang supported his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, I'm really not in a hurry. You should leave those beautiful Oga to someone else. I'm now free from worldly desires and focus on teaching and educating people."

Seeing his firm tone, Ning Wanshu could only give up temporarily, and asked a few questions with concern. At the end, she asked again, "Aren't you and Xie Weihan really in a relationship?"

"Mom! Teacher Xie and I are innocent..." Shen Luyang lowered his voice a little, thinking of something to stop her, "Mom, you can't take the lead in fabricating our scandal, your son will find a wife in the future."

Ning Wanshu sighed regretfully when she heard the words: "Okay, my mother is still thinking, if you like Xie Weihan, you will replace the bracelet you will give your wife with a watch in the future."

Shen Luyang couldn't help laughing: "You can give it to me first, I want to wear it too."

Ning Wanshu laughed for a long time, and all agreed: "When the customization is finished, I will ask the secretary to send it to you."

Shen Luyang urged worriedly: "Mom, you must explain to my dad that I'm not in a relationship with Teacher Xie."

Ning Wanshu agreed and hung up the phone.

Shen Luyang put down his phone, and suddenly saw a pair of familiar long legs out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know how long he had been standing by.

He looked up and met a pair of narrow, smiling eyes.

"Teacher Xie!" Shen Luyang stood up in a jerk, with a guilty conscience of being caught, "When did you come back?"

"Just now," Xie Weihan sat down on the chair, "was calling your mother?"

"Well," Shen Luyang clenched his phone, still bent down beside him and whispered the truth, "Shen Zhenzhe sued her and told her that we...about the tea house that day, my mother misunderstood."

Afraid that Xie Weihan would be unhappy, he quickly explained: "Now that she understands our relationship, don't worry."

Xie Weihan lowered his eyes, pondered thoughtfully for a moment, and suddenly asked, "Then what is our relationship?"

What is our relationship.

Shen Luyang was stunned.

Yeah, what's their relationship?

"Well, maybe..." He scratched his hair, took out the results of his previous thinking, and said tentatively, "Beyond ordinary friends and become best friends, relationship?"

Xie Weihan was noncommittal, just looked at him with a smile, and Shen Luyang felt that he had answered wrong in his dark eyes.

But he didn't know the correct answer.

Shen Luyang had no choice but to talk about it, his eyes were erratic, and he didn't know what he was talking about: "Mr. Xie, is your family urging marriage?"

Xie Weihan laughed and asked, "Your mother urged you to fall in love just now?"

Shen Luyang nodded: "She may think that I don't go out every day in school, and I don't have a chance to see Oga..."

Xie Weihan's eyes moved slightly, and he changed the topic without a trace: "What type of partner does Yangyang like?"

Compared with boyfriend and girlfriend, the word partner is more formal than a star.

Shen Luyang swallowed the words that came to his lips.

When he first put on the book, it was also in this position, because a picture of a beautiful woman in the original owner's possession was nonsense, and Xie Weihan told Xie Weihan that he liked the type of "big breasted royal sister's high heels".

Just now, he also wanted to tell Ning Wanshu that he likes beautiful girls, but he was forced to choking before he finished speaking.

He doesn't seem to like it that much either.

I used to pay more attention when I saw pictures of beautiful girls, and I liked short videos when I saw them, but recently... it seems that I haven't paid attention?

He blinked blankly: "I don't know... either."

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and the dean of education Zhu Weifeng walked in, looked at them and said, "Go to the meeting in the third and fourth quarters of the afternoon, teachers, don't forget, you must be in place."

Jiang Nuanyu threw the pen directly and frowned: "What's the meeting?"

Zhu Weifeng: "Recently, more than a dozen high school sophomores who are in puppy love have been arrested. The school will celebrate immediately, and the school leaders are angry—"

Gong Wanjun drank a mouthful of hot milk, and was busy with her feet not touching the floor, but she still held a meeting, and said unhappily, "Does the school leader want to tell us not to have an office relationship? What meeting is there for us?"

Zhu Weifeng: "..."

Can you let him finish.

Zong Weiqing is the head teacher, so he naturally pays more attention to this kind of thing than Ke Ren teacher, and asked the idea: "Director Zhu, is this the general meeting?"

Shen Luyang clearly saw Jiang Nuanyu throw the pen he just picked up again.

Xie Weihan explained in his ear: "It is very long to write a summary after the meeting."

"Damn," Shen Luyang whispered in his ear, "what if you don't write?"

Xie Weihan laughed, glanced at the imperceptible distance between the two, and said in a low voice, "Deduct salary."

Shen Luyang also wanted to throw the pen.

"All teachers of the school have to participate in the meeting. In the auditorium, Principal Zhang and Deputy Director Li preside over." Zhu Weifeng explained to Zong Weiqing.

Although the teachers in the science group were very angry, they were still sensible. When Director Zhu went out and closed the door, they collectively expressed their dissatisfaction with "is this something wrong?"

Shen Luyang felt that Zhu Weifeng could hear.

But the qualified and capable teachers like Jiang Nuanyu don't care about this, and if there is something wrong, they say, if you criticize me, then I will "reason" with you.

Shen Luyang was full of envy, thinking how much effort he had spent in getting Peng Jun out of Zhu Weifeng's hands, and finally got into the car and ran away.

The fifth period is physics class. After Shen Luyang finished yesterday's homework, there are still a few minutes left for get out of class.

Thinking of Director Zhu's words, Shen Luyang looked at these young and restless students, put down the exercise book in his hand, leaned on the podium, and asked with a smile, "Did Teacher Zong tell you? We will go to a meeting later to discuss Your early love affair."

"I didn't say it, teacher, who fell in love early?"

"Then your news is a bit blocked," Shen Luyang knocked on the table, "Didn't you catch more than a dozen in a row? We don't have any in our class?"

There were bursts of roars from below, and Shen Luyang followed the public's line of sight and looked around, focusing on a few couples.

But this is not necessarily accurate. Like when he was in school, when the two of them talked a lot and preached more about sermons, it could be said that "the childhood sweethearts have no guesses".

"You look like this," Shen Lu Yang was amused, "don't scare me, do we really have one in our class?"

There was another roar from below.

Shen Luyang clapped his hands, and waited until his voice weakened before saying, "Teacher is here to give you some advice, a little bit."

"It's really not in a hurry when it comes to dating. If you have time for puppy love, you can do more questions, get into a better university, and earn more money in the future - oh yes, it's delicious to earn money, what kind of love is there? "

Xiang Lei shouted with a smile on his face, "Isn't it too late, teacher, I missed my fate and regretted it for the rest of my life."

"My God," Shen Luyang tapped his chin, "Xiang Lei said it well, it's a pity if you miss it."

"But there is another sentence, that is what is yours is all yours, and it is not yours if you give up the college entrance examination, and he is not yours. How old you are, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

"To be honest, 90% of the poignant loves that can be called 'regret for life' are all made up."

Speaking of this, Shen Luyang cued the representative of Zhan's class: "You give Zhan Jingmiao a pen, and she can make you cry in ten minutes."

"Teacher, have you ever fallen in love early?"

Shen Luyang looked at the little fat man who asked questions in the middle row, and said with a clear conscience: "No, I studied hard when I was in high school, so I don't have time to do this."

"Then why is it still two thousand a month?"

Shen Luyang pointed at him: "believe it or not, I cried on the spot."

Banli laughed.

Shen Luyang laughed with them for a while, then lowered his head and asked Zhan Jingmiao, "By the way, how's the stage play in your class?"

Zhan Jingmiao said OK: "There is a small problem, and it is being solved."

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the class immediately became restless, and Shen Luyang waved his hand handsomely: "Let's run, stubble."

A large group of people rushed out of the class in a wailing and wailing manner.

Before leaving, Shen Luyang said to Zhan Jingmiao, "If you can't solve it, ask your teacher Zong, or ask me. It's fine."

Zhan Jingmiao nodded: "Okay Teacher Shen!"

Before the meeting, Shen Luyang saw that Jiang Nuanyu didn't bring anything, and felt that his actions of holding a pen and a notebook were a bit silly: "Mr. Jiang? Jiang Jiang? Didn't you bring anything?"

Jiang Nuanyu looked world-weary, as if she was too lazy to walk: "Do you want to be questioned?"

Shen Luyang put down decisively.

Does the teacher have a question-and-answer session? And let no one live.

The auditorium of Lanjiang No. 5 Middle School is on the top floor of the second grade teaching building. Shen Luyang felt that the place was arranged like a large movie theater, except that the steps were not that high. Relatively speaking, it was easier to catch fish in the back row and not be discovered.

He touched Xie Weihan's arm and lowered his voice: "Mr. Xie, let's sit there."

Xie Weihan followed his line of sight and looked at the two innermost positions on the back and right side, very hidden.

Shen Luyang walked fast with his long legs and easily occupied those two places. He sat in it, and Xie Weihan sat next to him.

Gong Wanjun was in the front row of them and was stunned when she saw Xie Weihan: "Why is Teacher Xie here?"

Shen Luyang was lying on the back of the chair that was a little higher in front of him, and asked casually, "Isn't it the grade meeting? Teacher Xie will be there too."

Gong Wanjun was about to say something, but Jiang Nuanyu next to her interrupted her sullenly: "Mr. Shen is here for the first time, and Teacher Xie will accompany her."

Gong Wanjun suddenly realized.

Shen Luyang didn't understand the dumb riddles of the two of them. He turned his head and asked Xie Weihan in a low voice, "What did they say? Why can't you come?"

Xie Weihan naturally leaned over slightly, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed to nothing, and Shen Luyang even felt his ear brush Xie Weihan's face lightly.

It's a little cold, Xie Weihan's body temperature seems to be slightly cold all the time.

"I don't have to come to this kind of meeting."

"You have the privilege?"

"It is."

Shen Luyang envied fiercely: "If I teach in school for another five years, can I not come?"

Xie Weihan's lips curved imperceptibly, and said playfully, "I don't have to come in the first year."

Shen Luyang was shocked, turned his head to look at him, and whispered, "Mr. Xie, don't you need to write a summary yet?"

Xie Weihan nodded and said lightly, "Yes, I have no experience in writing such things."

Shen Luyang clearly felt the vicissitudes of the teachers who came to the meeting, especially the teachers of the third grade. It is better to think more about students' grades than to do this.

Shen Luyang is also very urgent. He rarely plays with his mobile phone during school, and he is more conscious than students in class. Except for daily chats, he will write questions when he has time, and he will write when he has time.

He needs to gain experience quickly and massively.

"I don't want to come either," Shen Luyang said and posted to Xie Weihan's side, not noticing that the two of them were already leaning against each other, his eyes were full of anticipation, like a dog asking for a reward, constantly flapping his tail, "Mr. Xie , can you take me to escape next time?"

Xie Weihan smiled and said casually, "I may deduct my salary."

Shen Luyang slumped in an instant, and stepped back a little: "Then let me persevere. I think I can persevere."

Someone started to speak on the stage, Shen Luyang listened, and mainly said that inviting them to come is a last resort, and the construction of the school needs the joint efforts of all teachers, and we must build a beautiful home in harmony...

After listening to a few sentences, he didn't want to listen anymore. He couldn't take time to rest. He leaned over again and whispered, "Mr. Xie, are you here with me this time?"

Xie Weihan said "um" and admitted it frankly.

From the back, the two are just close together, and from the front it looks like they're whispering - so this position was really well chosen.

Shen Luyang felt numb in his heart, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help turning upwards, calling him, "Mr. Xie."

Xie Weihan tilted his head slightly, his thick ink-like pupils slightly reflected the light projected by the screen, like a mirror that captured the soul, seducing ignorant people.

He chuckled softly, his magnetic voice pierced through his eardrums, trembling slightly: "What's wrong? Don't take notes?"

Shen Luyang glanced forward, no one noticed this corner, an indescribable sense of secret in his heart fermented infinitely.

No one saw it—five words murmured like the devil, over and over again, repeated in my mind.

This is a corner for the two of you, just you.

Shen Luyang reluctantly suppressed the voice in his heart, and when he was too close, the tip of his nose smelled the faint scent of perfume, which was his favorite. Like a farmer who sees a delicious apple, he unconsciously walks into the trap of a viper...

He raised his hand, and the back of his hand accidentally touched the back of Xie Weihan's hand. The subtle touch followed this touch, which was almost negligible, spreading and breeding...

He was stunned for a moment, and for some reason, he suddenly grabbed Xie Weihan's hand tightly.

Shen Luyang lowered his head, and after a while, he seemed to have come to terms. He raised his head and looked at Xie Weihan who was caught by him.

The other party leaned in the chair elegantly and leisurely, his dark coat reached his knees, his stiff shoulders were perfectly supported, and the proportions of his body with wide shoulders and narrow waist made him look like a meticulously carved sculpture even if he just leaned on it casually. Expensive statues, elegant and distant.

The cuff of his left hand that was held by Shen Luyang was wearing a beautiful brown leather watch. At this moment, Shen Luyang's wrist was holding the dial of the watch. The current, along the wrist, swims to the heart.

Suddenly, there was a spark that could not be ignored...

Shen Luyang tried hard to control it, but his body was like a plant that had been drained of water. It burned into a piece in an instant, and was poured wet and sticky by the overwhelming waves... His Adam's apple rolled, and the eyes of the other party were also stained with unbearable pain. color.

Xie Weihan looked at him calmly, with a gentle smile on his lips, as if Shen Luyang was the only one in this dark and hidden corner, quietly growing the longing grass buds and savagely growing in the raging fire.

Shen Luyang took a light breath, the aroma of red wine invaded the brain almost instantly along the nasal cavity, and between breaths, clinging to the blood vessels and swimming through every restless cell in the body, the numbness spread to the fingertips, the back of the neck, the fundus of the eyes... There was a red tide of hangovers everywhere we passed.

The clear eyes were soaked by the deliberately poured wine, Shen Luyang's amber eyes were covered with a layer of wet drunkenness, like pulling the holy from the altar, pressing it into hell, cruelly destroying, playing, and pampering, from the inside. While the field shapes…

Shen Luyang felt like he was drunk, he held Xie Weihan's hand tightly again, and even his breathing became cautious.

The deepest desire in his heart is not just to hold that slender and beautiful hand, he also wants to...

While gasping for breath, he inadvertently raised his eyes, and caught a pair of thick ink-like eyes, like a piece of mint, which vaguely pressed against Shen Luyang's lips, giving him a brief sobriety.

The sense of withdrawal appeared not too late, and the hand that held the opponent subconsciously retracted.

When the last bit of skin-to-skin kiss was about to disappear, Xie Weihan's hand suddenly left.

The clinging temperature disappeared quietly, and Shen Luyang's heart was also empty, like a balloon filled with water was suddenly punctured, leaving only the empty and ruined body, wet and eager to be refilled.

As if responding to his urgent desire, his long, skinny fingers tightly covered the back of Shen Luyang's hand.

Shen Luyang's shoulders shrugged indistinctly and fell again.

The cool palm rubbed gently and delicately for a while, and then lifted it gently, leaving only a little, subtle contact with the fingertips.

The force that was so light that it was almost imperceptible moved on the skin, leaving traces that people couldn't ignore.

The other hand clenched the handrail tightly, so hard that the blue veins stretched out, and he was embarrassedly confronting another impulse in his body. His rapid breathing was strangled in his throat. .

Xie Weihan put everything in his eyes, and the corners of his red lips curved into a heart-shattering arc.

The cool fingertips roamed softly on the back of the hand, slipping to the wrist inadvertently, the touch like the scales of a cold-blooded animal, smooth and rough, rubbing the delicate wrist skin, like a frivolous kiss, a shallow taste...

Fingertips flexibly opened the cuffs of the sweater, greedily touching and sucking the warmer skin, until the other party couldn't help but shrank away, as if crying and begging for mercy.

Shen Luyang's arms trembled indistinctly, unable to bear the itch that was engraved into his bone marrow, he frowned slightly, opened his mouth, and tried to catch his breath.

But he still couldn't relieve it even a little bit. He couldn't help turning his arms over and pressing the astringently stroking hand in his cuff on the armrest.

Like the devil that seals the heart.

He lowered his head slightly, gasped silently in the space that finally came, and sweat oozes from excitement on his back.

The fingers in the sleeve moved, and the weak but exciting touch made Shen Luyang have to press his arm with his other hand to prevent it from moving.

There was a brief silence, when Shen Luyang breathed a sigh of relief, the surrounding air suddenly stopped for a moment.

Like splitting another space that belongs to only two people, the S-level alpha pheromones that are thick enough to be liquid overflowed instantly like a tidal wave. With one breath, Shen Luyang's drunk eyes were wet, his Adam's apple rolled, and he longed for something, no. Stop swallowing.

The fingers in his sleeves moved to the more sensitive inner skin when he was trembling all over, and the finger pulps rubbed the delicate areas with great skill. Before the tremors became uncontrollable, they would cruelly leave.

The scene in front of Shen Luyang was gradually covered with a mist like red wine, and his breath was full of sweet and intoxicating wine. He stretched his legs, the toes of his shoes were against the wall on the left, and the muscles of his thighs were tensed to an unimaginable degree.

The whole person lowered his head, his eyes were closed, and he tried hard to resist, but it was still to no avail. He could only huddle with the man beside him, like a small boat seeking shelter in the stormy sea, and dazedly and innocently threw himself into the embrace of the storm.

In the dark corner, all the light was engulfed, and no one could find the S-level Alpha pheromone that was well controlled. The ordinary Alpha in the corner had been drunk to the point where his lips were slightly open and his eyes were lost.

Gong Wanjun suddenly turned her head slightly and shouted in a low voice, "Mr. Shen? Did you remember those just now?"

Shen Luyang opened his eyes wide and wanted to speak, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the hum in his throat was about to overflow. He closed it in embarrassment, gritted his teeth, and used his arm to hold down the fingers hovering around his wrist, constantly seducing him.

Xie Weihan looked at her as usual and whispered, "He fell asleep."

It was pitch-dark here, Gong Wanjun could only see through the dim screen light, dimly seeing Shen Luyang leaning on Xie Weihan's shoulder, motionless, as if he couldn't hear it and drove off.

Although they were just holding hands, Shen Luyang hoped that Gong Wanjun would turn back sooner.

God does not fulfill one's wishes.

Gong Wanjun turned back again and whispered, "Mr. Xie, the auditorium is quite cold, please tell Mr. Shen not to sleep, it's not good to catch a cold."

Shen Luyang hoped that Xie Weihan would say something and let Gong Wanjun turn back.

But Xie Weihan actually stretched out his right hand that was not held by him, patted the back of his hand, and then, in Gong Wanjun's trivial blind spot, intertwined his fingers with him.

Shen Luyang took a sharp breath, opened his mouth, trembling like a drowning patient.

The deep scratching voice was next to his ear, calling him seriously: "Mr. Shen?"

Shen Luyang wanted to tilt his head to avoid it, but he couldn't move, like a wet garment, which was rudely shaken off to shake off the moisture... All the attention of the whole body was taken away by the man beside him. The voice mumbled "um".

The corners of Xie Weihan's lips twitched quietly, his long and narrow eyes were full of lust, and when he looked up, they were replaced by the usual warmth. He looked at Gong Wanjun, indicating that he was awake.

Gong Wanjun turned back with confidence, thinking that the two teachers had such a good relationship that they had to rely on them to sleep.

Shen Luyang's tense nerves loosened, and then he was tortured by another kind of tenseness, and Xie Weihan's ten-fingered hand tightened even more.

The muscles in the back tightened, the fingers were clenched, and the whole person became a precarious bow.

He raised his head and leaned against Xie Weihan's ear, as if whispering, but his voice was hoarse and trembling, his breath sprayed on the cold white skin, as if he was about to get burned: "Mr. Xie...pheromone, take some back, okay? "

Xie Weihan gently squeezed his little finger and asked with a low smile, "How much are some?"