Wild and easy to tame

Chapter 36

And I want to know more about you.

The wheel of time rolls forward unhurriedly.

In the blink of an eye, it's late December.

Today is Saturday, and when I return to school on Monday, I will face the second monthly exam of this semester.

Because the midterm exam did not meet his expectations, and the final exam was under pressure to break into the top ten in the class, Feng Zhuo still did not log in to the game during this time.

He immerses himself in studying hard every day, pestering Duan Yi to give him tutoring.

Although he has a brain, he can quickly grasp the questions Duan Yi taught him and draw inferences from one instance to another, but he has indeed left behind a lot of homework before, which makes it a bit difficult to learn sometimes.

Feng Zhuo knew from a young age that he was not as smart as Feng Yue, and that he had an upper limit in his learning ability, while Feng Yue did not.

So everyone likes the genius brother, but not him.

Only grandma loves him.

Now there is another Duan Yi.

Feng Zhuo thought of grandma, and his fighting spirit was ignited again.

He must study hard and live up to grandma's expectations of him.

He will always be a kind, honest, hard-working person.

But...he really doesn't know how to do this question.

Feng Zhuo picked up his phone and looked for Duan Yi on WeChat.

[Squeaking: Teacher Yi, what are you doing? 】

Duan Yi replied to him: "Playing games."

Feng Zhuo was really itchy, he really wanted to play a game or two to enjoy himself.

[Squeak: What game?Push tower or eat chicken? 】

Duan Yi said, "Eat chicken."

Then he asked, "Do you want to play?"

Feng Zhuo restrained his eagerness to move, and refused without hesitation: "Don't play! Resolutely don't play! Don't tempt me!"

Duan Yi stared at the phone screen and raised his lips, and typed back to him: "You study hard, and if you don't know how to tick it off, I'll go to your house tomorrow and talk to you."

Feng Zhuo agreed.

After finishing the chat, Feng Zhuo suddenly changed his mind.

Why wait for tomorrow, can't today?

He immediately packed his schoolbag, put on his clothes and went out, and went to the Internet cafe to find Duan Yi.

As a result, when he arrived, Brother Chen told him in a daze: "Duan Yi didn't come over today."

Feng Zhuo understood, this is playing at home.

He came out of the Internet cafe again and went to Duan Yi's house.

When Feng Zhuo rang the doorbell, Duan Yi was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Playing games will make your whole body dry and hot. If you sweat and don’t take a shower, your body will be sticky and sticky, which is very uncomfortable.

Duan Yi couldn't bear it, and would go to take a bath immediately every time.

Aunt Li opened the door and saw that it was Feng Zhuo, she smiled and said, "Zhuo Zhuo is here?"

Feng Zhuo also laughed, "Aunt Li, is Duan Yi at home?"

Aunt Li smiled and nodded, "Yes, Xiao Yi is in his room."

Feng Zhuo changed his slippers and said to Aunt Li: "Then I'll go find him."

"Go." Aunt Li said, "Are you having dinner at home? My wife is back from a business trip tonight. I'll make something delicious for you."

Feng Zhuo was not hypocritical, and readily agreed: "Okay! I haven't seen Auntie Duan for a while, so I miss her."

On the second floor, Feng Zhuo pushed open the door of Duan Yi's bedroom familiarly, and walked in.

Duan Yi is showering in the bathroom.

The sound of water rushing.

Feng Zhuo was distracted when he heard it.

He tried his best to suppress what was in his mind, put his schoolbag aside, took off his down jacket, and breathed into his cold palm.

Duan Yi's computer is still stuck on the main interface of the game.

He played solo queue alone and did not form a team with anyone.

The next second, Feng Zhuo stared at the names of the game characters on the computer screen in disbelief, and was stunned.

The character in Duan Yi's game is called - DYrxgzdydb.

This is the game boss who often played games with him before! !

How could it be Duan Yi?

How could it be Duan Yi?

He never told him that this person was him!

Moreover, they played together so many times, he must have known that he was Feng Zhuo.

Feng Zhuo suddenly remembered that when he, Yan Jia and Xiao Yuanqiu invited Duan Yi to play a game together, Duan Yi said that his large account was blocked and he could only open a small account to play with them.

How is this blocked? Is this intentional to not let him know that this account belongs to him?

When Duan Yi changed his clothes and came out wiping his hair, he saw Feng Zhuo standing in front of the computer desk.

Feng Zhuo heard the voice and turned to look at him.

He raised his hand with an unclear expression, pointed at the computer screen, and said with no emotion in his tone, "Should I explain it?"

Duan Yi did not expect that this matter would be discovered by him in such a way.

His Adam's apple slipped, and just as he was about to speak, Feng Zhuo suddenly rushed over.

"Fuck you! Is it fun to play me?" Feng Zhuo directly pushed Duan Yi onto the bed, and put his hand on Duan Yi's shoulder to prevent him from resisting, "Why didn't you tell me it was you!"

"No wonder you have been refusing to turn on the microphone, because you are afraid that I will hear the sound?"

"I just said, why do I always feel that the game boss is so similar to your personality! It turns out that he is you!"

Feng Zhuo grabbed his shoulder and shook, "Say it quickly! Why didn't you tell me he was you?"

Duan Yi raised his hand and grabbed his arm, "Don't shake it."

"I can't tell the reason," he said. "I really didn't want to tell you at first, but I thought about it later, but I don't know how to say it."

Duan Yi sat up, propped his hands on the bed, his upper body leaned back slightly, and his posture was a little loose.

Feng Zhuo was originally kneeling on top of him, but now he kneeled and sat on his lap.

The posture is really ambiguous.

"Maybe it's because..." Duan Yi thought about his words, "You are more relaxed and real when facing "him", you will tell "him" anything without any scruples. "

"And I want to know more about you."

Feng Zhuo looked at him and said nothing.

Duan Yi looked at him and apologized earnestly: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have kept it from you..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng Zhuo raised his arms and hugged him.

He rushed fiercely, Duan Yi was defenseless, he didn't support himself, and he fell back directly.

Feng Zhuo fell down with him, and the two fell into the bed together with their chests tightly pressed against each other.

Duan Yi put his arms around Feng Zhuo, stroking his back gently with his palms.

Feng Zhuo buried her face on the side of his neck, and remained silent.

Duan Yi didn't speak anymore.

In the quiet room, only two hearts responded to each other through the fabric.

The beating heart is extremely lively.

It shows how fierce their secret and frank heartbeats are.

"So that time you told me in the game that you liked men," Feng Zhuo finally spoke out, and asked Duan Yi, "Are you testing me?"

Duan Yi said "hmm".

Tried to see if he was the same but got no results.

Feng Zhuo raised his head slowly, with a smile on his face, "Tell me, since when did you have feelings for me?"

Duan Yi thought about it, shook his head, "I can't tell."

It's always hard to say clearly about liking this thing, often you have already fallen in love with the other party before you realize it, and when you realize it, you have already fallen into liking.

Feng Zhuo didn't bother with this issue either.

He sat up again, and just about to lift his legs down, he unexpectedly discovered...

Feng Zhuo silently looked at Duan Yi.

Duan Yi turned to start, and said in a low voice with reddened ears: "If you still have a little conscience, then..." Hurry up and get off me.

Feng Zhuo said, "Can I help you?"

Duan Yijing's eyelashes trembled violently.

He turned his face back and stared at Feng Zhuo in disbelief.

"What are you... talking about?" He seemed to have lost his temper, his tone was helpless and he wanted to laugh.

Afterwards, Duan Yi pushed the person aside, sat up by himself, and relaxed for a while.

Feng Zhuo, who was pushed aside by him, turned around and sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"What does the name of your game mean?" Feng Zhuo raised his chin at Duan Yi's computer, "I know DY, it's your initials, what's next?"

Duan Yi said leisurely: "The doll hanger is designed for shooting moving targets."

"For example, you." He was referring to Feng Zhuo being beaten to death when they met in the game for the first time.

Feng Zhuo: "..."

He moved closer to Duan Yi, touched Duan Yi's knee, and asked with a smile: "Do you know what my game name means?"

Duan Yi said: "FZ—Feng Zhuo, is—yes, GQW—Gang Gun King."

"Fuck!" Feng Zhuo was surprised, he raised his hand and lightly pushed Duan Yi's shoulder, "Tell me, how long have you been studying me in private? You even guessed the meaning of my game name."

Duan Yi glanced at him speechlessly, "Do you think the meaning of your game name is hard to guess?"

"Also, just like you, I still need research?"

The tone was crazy, as if Feng Zhuo had seen through everything inside and out.

Feng Zhuo: "..."

"Duan Yi, your mouth is really bad."

Duan Yi raised his eyebrows, "Thank you for the compliment."

Feng Zhuo pushed Duan Yi with his hands again, and scolded with a smile: "Fuck you!"

Duan Yi asked: "Why did you come here suddenly today?"

"What can I do, I'm looking for you!" Feng Zhuo said boldly, "I can't make it to tomorrow, so I just want to see you today."

Duan Yi squinted at him, and he immediately returned to seriousness, pointing to his schoolbag: "I really don't know how to do some questions."

"It's not that I won't check it out, I'll go to your house tomorrow and tell you." Duan Yi got up and came to the computer.

He supported the table with one hand and exited the game.

Feng Zhuo also stood up, and came over like a little tail, with a righteous tone: "I said it! I just wanted to see you today, so I ran over."

Duan Yi's hand holding the mouse paused slightly, and his heartbeat also stagnated.

Heart surged in his left chest, but his face didn't show anything, Duan Yi turned off the computer calmly, and pulled out the chair for Feng Zhuo to sit on.

Then, on a beautiful Saturday afternoon, the two of them spent their make-up lessons.

That night, Duan Shulan came back from a business trip and had a sumptuous dinner with Duan Yi and Feng Zhuo.

After dinner, Feng Zhuo sat on the sofa chatting with Duan Shulan, while Duan Yi went upstairs to get his cell phone.

Duan Shulan insisted on keeping Feng Zhuo at home, but Feng Zhuo didn't stubbornly refuse and agreed.

Aunt Li smiled and asked Feng Zhuo: "Zhuo Zhuo, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning, Aunt Li will make it for you."

Both Duan Shulan and Aunt Li liked Feng Zhuo very much and treated him like another child in the family.

Feng Zhuo was also very impolite, and smiled generously: "Since Aunt Li gave me the opportunity to order, I will order an egg custard! The egg custard made by Aunt Li last time was delicious, and I will never forget the taste .”

Aunt Li was puzzled: "When did I make egg custard?"

Feng Zhuo reminded her: "It was the time when Duan Yi brought me breakfast! There were egg custard, egg pancakes, fried eggs, and steamed dumplings."

Duan Shulan was the first to react, and told Feng Zhuo with a smile: "Aunt Li made everything you said, except egg custard."

"Eh?" Feng Zhuo asked in astonishment: "Is that the egg custard you made, Auntie Duan?"

Duan Shulan smiled and shook her head, "Xiao Yi did it."

Feng Zhuo was stunned.

"Xiao Yi told you that Aunt Li did it?" Duan Shulan asked with crooked eyebrows.

Feng Zhuo nodded silently.

Duan Shulan said: "His temperament is like this, his mouth is hard, and sometimes his words are not even pleasant, but in fact his heart is very soft."

Feng Zhuo suppressed the surge in his heart, and replied with a calm smile: "Indeed."

"Aunt Duan, I'm going upstairs to do my homework." He stood up while speaking.

Duan Shulan nodded, and said softly: "Go, don't study too late, pay attention to the balance between work and rest."

Feng Zhuo was touched by these words of concern, and obediently responded: "Okay."

Immediately, he stepped up to the second floor two steps at a time.

When Feng Zhuo pushed open the door of Duan Yi's bedroom, Duan Yi had just picked up his cell phone and was about to go downstairs to find him.

Feng Zhuo closed the door with his backhand, and quickly locked it.

Even turned off the lights directly.

Before Duan Yi could react, Feng Zhuo leaned over. Without any hesitation, he leaned forward to hug Duan Yi's waist while raising his arms.

The softness on the lips is fleeting.

It made Duan Yi's heartbeat and breathing stagnate.

In a daze, he forgot that he was still holding the phone in his hand. The moment he let go of the phone to go back to Feng Zhuo, the phone fell to the floor with a dull thud.

The sound didn't pull Duan Yi's rationality back, but instead prompted him to lock Feng Zhuo into his arms indiscriminately.

Feng Zhuo hugged him back, and the two hugged each other tightly.

Afterwards, Feng Zhuo was led back by Duan Yi, and finally leaned against the door panel.

At the moment when Duan Yi was about to help Feng Zhuo, Feng Zhuo suddenly called him out of breath, "Brother Yi."

Duan Yi's voice was hoarse: "Huh?"

"I want egg custard," he paused, and added, "You made it."

Duan Yi instantly understood what he meant.

He knew in his heart that Feng Zhuo already knew that the custard he brought that time was not made by Aunt Li.

He should: "OK."

After a while, Feng Zhuo held his wrist, his voice restrained and forbearing: "Is this not good..."

"What's wrong?" Duan Yi didn't listen to him and continued.

Feng Zhuo snorted and reminded him: "I told my aunt to go upstairs to study..."

But now that the lights in the house are all off, if Auntie Duan passes by from the outside, she can detect the clue through the gap under the door.

Duan Yi turned on the light with his other hand.

Feng Zhuo's flushed and seductive face was immediately exposed in front of his eyes.

Duan Yi couldn't bear it anymore, and leaned up to kiss his cheek lightly.

Afraid of making noise, Duan Yi lifted Feng Zhuo's clothes and brought them to his mouth.

Feng Zhuo obediently bit the hem of his jacket, raised his head slightly, and suppressed all the muffled voices that reached his mouth back to his throat.

Duan Yi clasped Feng Zhuo's waist with one hand, and pressed his warm palm against his waist.

Feng Zhuo put his hand on Duan Yi's shoulder unconsciously.

He gripped hard.

It's strange, but this time Duan Yi didn't feel sensitive or uncomfortable.

The author says:

Lie.