You are my wife, don't doubt it!

Xiao Yao glanced at Zhang Zhengkai's face, and the smile on the latter's face seemed to be about to disappear.

At this point, Xiao Yao nodded: "I believe you."

After saying this, he turned around and left in a cool manner.

"Wait a minute!" Shen Jie called out to him from behind.

Xiao Yao turned around and saw the girl holding the electric pole with one hand and taking off her left sneaker with the other hand.

?

Then, she pulled off the hollow white socks on her feet and said, "I promised to give it to you last time on the phone. I'll give it to you today."

???

Xiao Yao was stunned, his mouth opened into a small O shape, and the GBA in Zhang Zhengkai's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

Xiao Yao saw that Shen Jie gave Zhang Zhengkai, whose face had turned purple, a triumphant expression.

Too...too cruel and ruthless...

Women are such scary creatures, Xiao Yao thought dully.

--split line--

In the past fifteen years, Xiao Yao had never thought that the clothes of the opposite sex could actually become a carrier for storing what Teacher Yao called "desires that have nowhere to go."

So, he actually couldn’t really understand why Teacher Yao’s “shadow” would take Yu Luying’s underwear.

He also couldn't quite understand why his classmates had reached the consensus that "Xiao Yao likes Yu Luying, so Xiao Yao stole Yu Luying's..."

There were already two pairs of Shen Jie's socks at home, but Xiao Yao always just put them there, nothing more.

The bus suddenly braked. Xiao Yao's mind was wandering and he bumped his head against the back of the front seat. Then, the cursing of the passengers in the car and the reproachful voice of Yu Luying in his mind mixed into a chaos.

Two seconds later, the bus suddenly started to accelerate again, and Xiao Yao leaned back again.

This feeling of being pushed on the back, which was completely at the mercy of others, made Xiao Yao feel nauseous.

Looking at the street scene slowly receding outside the window, he secretly made up his mind that if he bought a car in the future, he would buy a BMW and drive it himself. Buying a Mercedes-Benz and letting a driver drive it would still be a pain.

Xiao Yao reached out to take his Walkman, only to remember that it had been confiscated by Teacher Song.

His hands touched the soft fabric and he took them out.

This is the third pair of socks Shen Jie gave me.

Because I took them off in such a hurry, both socks were inside out and you could see tiny threads.

Xiao Yao stretched open the sock, reached in, and meticulously turned the sock over.

One, then the other.

I subconsciously put my finger in front of my nose and smelled it, but didn't smell any strange smell.

I mean, these socks feel really good and smooth.

Xiao Yao carefully looked at the pair of short cotton socks in his hand, which he had never seen before.

Judging from the level of sock refinement alone, there is no doubt that the retail price of this small pair of socks is enough for him to stay up all night at the "Canhua Internet Cafe" for a week and buy two boxes of imported instant noodles every night.

Although they are called cotton socks, they are as light as silk and as thin as a cicada's wing. You can tell by pinching them with your hand that they are not much thicker than silk stockings.

The socks have heels, the soles are made of pure cotton, and the instep is breathable and hollow. They are the same pair that Shen Jie wore when she came to her house on Sunday.

But it’s white… It’s not white enough to look like something you’ve worn all day to school or on duty.

Xiao Yao doesn't like wearing light-colored socks because they are easy to get dirty and hard to wash, and they don't dry easily after washing, so it's even more painful to wear them if they are not dry - in fact, he would never wear socks if he can avoid it.

How did Shen Jie manage to not let it be stained with any trace of black or gray?

A sudden curiosity struck him and made him want to get closer to science.

Xiao Yao raised his hand and put it to his nose to smell it.

The tip of my nose touched the soft fabric, which felt fluffy and a little itchy.

Is this... the smell of a light-scented laundry detergent? Or is it the fragrance of the fabric itself? Or is it a hint of... youth? Anyway, it's not bad.

Xiao Yao turned them over, leaned over and sniffed the unopened end of the fabric.

Emmm, a little bit, but not too strong.

This tiny bit of sweat smell mixed with the fragrance mentioned above made him feel... well, it's hard to describe.

Xiao Yao touched his nose and thought for a while.

That's weird! Smell it again.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of girls giggling.

Xiao Yao raised his head alertly, and saw two girls in uniforms from other schools, holding the handrails in their hands, glancing at him and whispering to each other.

The laughter reminded him of the owner of the socks.

As long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

Xiao Yao smiled at the two of them shamelessly, and the smiles on the two girls' faces suddenly froze, and then turned into a look of fear. They silently hid farther away and dared not look over here again.

I mean, have I been infected a little bit by the hairtail fish?

It’s better not to smell it anymore, it’s too weird, and Yu Luying will smell it too…

Xiao Yao silently put the socks into the side pocket of his schoolbag, picked up his phone and sent a text message to Shen Jie.

The content only has two words.

"It's delicious."

Shen Jie replied to the message within seconds, with only one punctuation mark in the content.

"."

Then, she sent another message: "Don't use it to do weird things!"

"Oh."

Is that a strange thing? I wouldn't have thought about it that way until you told me.

Since learning that he would be living with Yu Luying, Xiao Yao hasn't done anything "strange" for more than a month in order to take her feelings into consideration.

As an energetic adolescent boy, if this continues, will I one day become as depressed as Teacher Yao?

So, even though it’s hard to say it, I still have to find an opportunity to discuss it with Yu Luying.

These two days are obviously not the right time.

First of all, I have to find an opportunity to make things clear with Yu Luying, reject her politely and ask for her forgiveness, at least to keep our relationship as friends, and then talk about other things...

What else? It would be more reasonable if there is nothing else...

Xiao Yao was a little surprised that he made the decision so casually.

It seems that I have been completely captured by her, Xiao Yao thought.

The heart is so small that if it is almost full, there will be no room for others.

--split line--

After getting off the bus, Xiao Yao went to the barber shop to get his hair cut. Straightening was expensive and troublesome, so Xiao Yao simply chose to have it cut. When he went to school the next day, Song Haijian finally stopped saying anything.

The remaining two days of this week were spent in such a depressing atmosphere. However, Xiao Yao was not the only one who was used as a scapegoat by Song Haijian.

The boys in the class secretly exchanged information about remote Internet cafes, and several couples met each other every day. All self-study classes became Chinese, math, and English. Students who participated in more clubs and elective courses were also met with Song Haijian's sarcasm and contempt.

Xiao Yao felt that to be able to gain the unanimous disgust of everyone within three days, it would be impossible to reach this level without great spiritual attainments. However, when he recalled that he once possessed such spiritual attainments, he became sad again.

But Xiao Yao himself didn't live a very depressed life. Overall, he was even as happy as a little bastard.

Because he was in love - like a ray of light shining into the darkness, dispelling the haze brought by Song Haijian.

Shen Jie's school started the final exams for this semester.

Although, as always, if Xiao Yao didn't look for her, she wouldn't take the initiative to look for Xiao Yao.

However, whenever Xiao Yao contacted her, as long as she was not taking an exam, she would reply quickly and with a positive and cooperative attitude.

The unreality of being single made him feel a little elated and a little worried.

First love is wife, wife is first love. Sing a song, love a person, spend a lifetime, what more can you ask for?

There will be no more pain on the road ahead, and our life will be as sweet as candy.

Well, that's better.

However, there is a problem that is not too big or too small. I have never found an opportunity to explain things clearly to Yu Luying.

Yu's mother picked her up and dropped her off outside the school, and Song Hai, the supervisor of the Construction Bank, was on duty inside the school. Yu Luying no longer even came over to have lunch with him on Wednesdays.

Is this good? One day of delay is one day of delay, Xiao Yao consoled himself.

Two little men jumped out in front of him, one of them was dressed in red with a pointed face and a steel fork in his hand, and the other was dressed in white armor with a solemn expression.

The one in red clothes said: Let’s just drag it out like this until everything returns to normal. This is the best choice for each other.

The one in white clothes said, "Okay! Okay!"

"Scumbag!" Xiao Yao raised his hand and wanted to slap himself in the face, but he held back.

But, hey, let's take it one step at a time. To face her disappointed eyes, I really need to muster up a little more courage.

At this moment, Xiao Yao would never have thought that these two women would make big news for him on the coming Saturday.

Chapter 79 Shura II

2023-01-09

On Saturday noon, when Yu Luying came to Xiao Yao's house as an uninvited guest, Xiao Yao was still having sex.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and opened the door that was banging. He saw a beautiful girl standing outside the door. She was wearing a pink puffy skirt, bubble-sleeved shorts with white ribbons on her shoulders, and a huge bow between white stripes on her waist. The hem of her skirt was just above her knees, and the delicate pleats on the skirt fluttered slightly in the wind. Her calves were wrapped in white lace hollow stockings, which were thin and long, and extended into a pair of buckled leather shoes.

Xiao Yao slammed the door shut, returned to his room, put on a T-shirt and shorts, and then opened the door again.

"Did you wear this to go to school this morning?" Xiao Yao said.

"No," Yu Luying squatted down, opened the buckle of her little leather shoes, and her little feet wrapped in hollow stockings were revealed.

She put on a pair of slippers and walked towards her room. "The final exams are next week, and this semester's St. Francis's After-school School is over."

"Oh...what is this, a maid outfit?" Xiao Yao followed her and swallowed a mouthful of water.

"No, they say it's Gothic." Yu Luying put her hands behind her back and walked around the small bedroom.

"Isn't Gothic style supposed to be very dark?" Xiao Yao muttered, "Did you eat it?"

Then, he heard the rumbling sound from his stomach and answered himself, "No."

"Your room is really messy. As expected, as soon as grandma left, you..." Yu Luying turned around and said, "I'll help you clean it up after dinner."

"How can I feel embarrassed..." Confused, Xiao Yao followed Yu Luying out of the bedroom and walked into the soap room (note: kitchen).

"There's still some food," Yu Luying opened the refrigerator in the soap room. "If I didn't come, would you have planned to skip lunch and wait for me to eat?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yao said embarrassedly.

"My mom has been complaining about my good appetite lately, and has been hesitantly asking me to control my weight." Yu Luying took out the ingredients from the refrigerator one by one: "I can still make some home-cooked meals."

"Why didn't you tell your mother? We were a symbiotic relationship. Your uncle didn't tell her either?" Xiao Yao suddenly thought of something.

Yu Luying lit the gas stove and said, "As long as I don't want to tell it, my uncle won't reveal my secrets unilaterally. He treats everyone the same way. This is the basic quality of a clergyman."

"I've never heard of clergymen with this kind of accomplishment before..."

Tens of minutes later.

Xiao Yao looked at the simple four dishes and one soup on the table, clasped his hands in gratitude, and prayed silently with Yu Luying before picking up his chopsticks: "Why, is your mother on a business trip again?"

"Of course not." The girl said as if it was a matter of course: "I argued with her for the whole morning."

"Uh..." Xiao Yao was stunned, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Because of my relationship with you." Yu Luying didn't keep the secret.

"..." Xiao Yao's heart sank and he felt the air around him getting hotter.

"But we finally reached an agreement." The girl put down her chopsticks and looked at Xiao Yao with a smile on her face.