The Male God Taught Me How to Raid Him

Chapter 8

Feng Yu's throat moved slightly, and he glanced at the unpredictable classmates behind Jiang Putao, his thin lips pressed slightly, and said in a deep voice,

    "It doesn't fit."

    Jiang Putao was taken aback, looked down at his pants, thinking that he was wearing them. Is it your own size?

    The early self-study bell rang, Jiang Putao sat back in his seat and leaned next to Feng Yu, looking at him seriously with black grape-like eyes, and asked again.

    "Feng Yu, do you really think it doesn't fit?"

    Feng Yu didn't look at Jiang Grape again. He flipped over the book in front of him and found those three words.

    "It doesn't fit." The

    academic committee Zhang Tongyang began to send homework, and sent it to Jiang Putao, suddenly bending over and whispering to Jiang Putao.

    "Jiang Putao, your homework is well written. You just came to the first class and are not familiar with your classmates. If you have any questions you don't know, you can ask me."

    Jiang Putao received the kindness of others and thanked him immediately, just what he was about to say. Feng Yu suddenly took Jiang Putao's homework and turned over, pointing to a question and said coldly,

    "Didn't I teach you? Why did you write it wrong?" When

    he spoke, Jiang Putao and Zhang Tongyang were shocked. .

    Jiang Putao looked at his homework, thought of something, and turned his head to embarrassedly rejected Zhang Tongyang's kindness.

    "Academic Committee, thank you, I sat close to Feng Yu, and just ask him if I can."

    Zhang Tongyang glanced at Feng Yu inexplicably, nodded and turned away, and did not forget to tell Jiang Puola before leaving. Ask him too.

    Jiang Putao waited for Zhang Tongyang to walk away, then leaned close to Feng Yu, with his hands on the table, his chin resting on his arm, and asked him in a low voice:

    "Feng Yu, do you have a bad relationship with the academic committee?"

    Feng Yu answered the question, pointing his fingertips. Holding Jiang Putao's forehead, pushing him away.

    "Ginger Grape, speak as you speak, don't be so close to me."

    Jiang Grape curled his mouth and sat up straight.

    As soon as he sat upright, his back to waist and hip naturally formed a nice curve. The students in the last few rows next to him frequently looked at him, but he didn't notice it.

    Feng Yu frowned slightly, his expression getting colder.

    His long legs suddenly stretched out under the table, squeezing Ginger Grape aside.

    "It's squeezed to death."

    Listening to Feng Yu's ferocious tone, Jiang Grape didn't know what was wrong with him today. He looked particularly unhappy, so he could only shrink back cautiously.

    Without shrinking twice, Feng Yu suddenly stood up.

    He pulled Jiang Grape's arm and pulled him up.

    "Get up."

    Jiang Putao's arm looked slender, and he could feel the fleshy touch in his palm, and Feng Yu's thin lips tightened.