In the morning, several sparrows landed by the window, and Song Jianchu was awakened by their chirping.
He had slept deeply and now was half awake and half asleep, feeling much more relaxed.
The warmth of the blanket was particularly comfortable, making him want to stay in bed.
Song Jianchu decided to lie down for another five minutes.
He lowered his head and snuggled into the blanket, but his forehead suddenly hit something.
Confused, he opened his eyes and saw the man’s fair and straight collarbone suddenly appear in his field of vision.
The gentle fragrance that had captivated him all night in his sleep became clear and strong, easily stealing away his senses.
“…?”
It took him ten seconds to react, and Song Jianchu’s pupils trembled violently.
When did this person climb up here?
His brain went numb, and he had no memory of last night.
He tried to stay calm, holding his breath, and tried to escape quietly from the arm that was holding him.
But the man noticed his movement and his arm tightened unconsciously, imprisoning him.
Song Jianchu was pressed tightly against the other warm body, feeling the difference in size and maturity between himself and the man, as if under some invisible suppression and possession.
Before he could recover, the man’s face also leaned in, naturally and skillfully burying itself in the crook of his neck, his nose against the artery on his neck, breathing deeply.
The man’s sexy and slightly hoarse voice brushed against his ear. “It’s still early. Let’s sleep a little longer.”
As he spoke, Mu Ye’s lips brushed against his Adam’s apple, and the soft, warm touch seemed to leave an impression, lingering on that delicate piece of skin.
Song Jianchu’s heart was pounding in his throat, making his whole face throb.
Hearing Mu Ye’s relaxed and contented breathing, Song Jianchu gave up struggling and obediently became a human pillow.
Sleepiness is contagious.
Without realizing it, he also fell asleep and slept an extra twenty minutes with his overly clingy lover.
After getting up, Song Jianchu did not criticize his lover for climbing into bed without permission and naturally skipped over this topic.
The two of them washed up and got ready for work. As they were about to leave, Mu Ye grabbed Song Jianchu’s arm at the door and turned him around. “Wait a minute.”
“Did you catch a cold from washing for too long last night?” Mu Ye helped him zip up his jacket and touched his forehead. “I’ll tell Xiao Pei to cancel our registration for the sports events later.”
“It’s okay,” Song Jianchu said calmly, his face still a little red. “I’m fine.”
Mu Ye moved his hand down and easily cupped Song Jianchu’s cheeks, meeting his gaze for a moment.
Song Jianchu was already numb and felt like a puppet being obediently lifted up.
This kind of low-level contact was no longer enough to make him…
Damn it, he controlled his condition with medication. Would he suddenly die of a heart attack because of a rapid heartbeat?
Mu Ye frowned slightly. “Your face is a little warm.”
“It’s okay.” Song Jianchu met his light-colored eyes calmly and explained, “I’m not running a fever.”
Mu Ye raised his eyebrows.
He thought of something and restrained himself from laughing, then said calmly with a mature adult’s tone, “Don’t worry too much, it’s really nothing. It’s normal for boys to have some physiological reactions in the morning. It would be strange if you didn’t.”
“…”
Song Jianchu’s eyes froze, and his rapidly warming brain was about to boil and evaporate.
Was there anything that could instantly make people forget?
Was it still possible to invest in research and development now?
Mu Ye smiled gently and ambiguously, with meaningful eyes. “And at your age, your energy is at its peak, and you hugged me all night…”
“We’re going to be late.” Song Jianchu interrupted the topic in time with a wooden face. “Let’s go out.”
In the afternoon, the fun sports events for the first-year high school students were held in the indoor gym.
Due to some reasons, this year’s autumn sports events were not held as scheduled, so the school arranged this event to increase the collective sense of honor among the first-year students.
Teacher Shang, the original homeroom teacher of the A international class, also came to represent his class in the sports events.
The students from each class of the first-year high school put on colorful sports uniforms and lined up in the middle of the gym, waiting for the principal’s speech at the opening ceremony.
The teachers of the first-year teaching group also changed into their sports uniforms and joined the ranks of their respective classes.
Five homeroom teachers stood next to the A international class, as if watching over dangerous criminals. The students of their class kept stealing glances at them and suppressing their laughter.
The specially appointed principal for five days sat on the best viewing platform, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, casually crossing his legs.
He reached out and adjusted the microphone and said in a low voice, “Friendship first, competition second. Fighting is strictly prohibited during the competition. If anyone is caught, the whole class will be banned. Trash talk and provocation should use civilized language, and no dirty words are allowed. Anyone caught using them will lose points.”
“The class with the highest score will have the opportunity to participate in a school-sponsored study tour abroad during the winter vacation. Come on, everyone, let the games begin.”
[“I’ve never seen such a swag principal. My eyes have been opened.”]
[“Boom for the principal! 666.”]
[“Son, you’re too cool…hehe, Mom really likes it.”]
The new principal ended the opening ceremony in just a few words, crisp and to the point.
The fun sports meeting officially began, and all the classes took turns shouting their slogans.
After all, the students participating in the campus activities were all young people in their late teens, and they were very excited. Looking around, every team was full of vitality.
“Charge! Win! International E Class is the best!!”
“Don’t be afraid of losing face or getting tired! It’s only beautiful to win in the end!”
“When the enemy comes, we meet them head-on; when obstacles arise, we overcome them. International C Class, move forward bravely!”
When it came to the formation of International A Class, Pei Shinian organized everyone to shout slogans to boost morale: “Everyone in International A Class! Our slogan is!”
The other classes looked over curiously.
The eyes of the descendants of the country’s wronged seeds wandered and scattered, muttering in a small voice: “Fight when strong, beat down when weak, must participate, strive for second place.”
The other classes: “?”
What kind of slogan is this?
[“Hahaha, I’m laughing to death at the slogan.”]
[“Every sentence is a death threat.”]
[“I dare to ask, which language genius came up with this wonderful slogan?”]
Even Teacher Shang was stunned and couldn’t help but ask Pei: “Pei, did you come up with this slogan?”
“No,” Pei Shinian laughed. “The principal came up with it. Otherwise, I’m afraid they wouldn’t cooperate with shouting it.”
The descendants of the country’s wronged seeds who were already suffering from demon king phobia: “.”
Teacher Shang couldn’t hold back his laughter.
[“Hahaha, my son’s imagination is amazing.”]
[“My child is excellent.”]
[“Meet Chu, the young language genius, Song.”]
Because he signed up for the event with Mu Ye, Song Jianchu also went to change into sports clothes after leaving the podium.
The competition had already started.
Listening to the lively cheers outside, Song Jianchu had already anticipated the scene of being socially dead later, so he deliberately dawdled in the locker room.
After procrastinating for a few minutes, Mu Ye came to knock on the door. “Chu Chu, are you ready? It’s our turn for the event.”
“So soon?” Song Jianchu’s eyelids twitched.
“Yeah,” Mu Ye said. “Two people and three legs are the first event for the teacher group, and they’ve already started checking in. Are you still feeling okay?”
“…I’m fine,” Song Jianchu closed his eyes. “I’ll be ready soon.”
Two people and three legs were a competition for the teacher group, and to make up the numbers, Bai Xingyu and Lu Shen also signed up.
The students in International A Class were originally disheartened, but the two teachers rushing out of the starting line with the wind at their backs brought back their dignity at that moment, and the whole audience exclaimed in surprise.
The grammar in the passage seems fine, except for a few minor corrections.
Here’s the corrected version:
The international class A students were originally dispirited. However, at the moment when the two teachers dashed out of the starting line with the wind, the exclamation of the whole audience made them regain their confidence.
[“Wow!! He deserves to be the Kung Fu emperor. This is too fast!”]
[“Is this the legendary sprinter?”]
[“Teacher Lu can actually keep up!”]
[“Ah ah ah, the two teachers are so handsome!”]
Ren Lin led the cheering, “Teacher Bai is amazing! Teacher Lu is amazing!”
The classmates also recovered their youthful vigor, following the cheers of other classes, shouting:
“Go international class A!”
“Teachers, come on, rush!”
Before the other teachers had run halfway, the two players who were in first place had already reached the finish line.
The teachers looked dazed, as if they had crashed into a professional national competition and were all stunned with the rest of the audience.
The two old partners in the film industry had an unparalleled tacit understanding and ended the battle with the first place in the group stage.
The competition welcomed a good start, and the despondency of the international class A’s students disappeared. They approached the two homeroom teachers, surrounded by envious eyes of students from other classes.
Teacher Shang looked on with satisfaction.
Song Jianchu and Mu Ye were in the second group, with their ankles tied together and waiting behind the starting line.
Watching the previous match, Song Jianchu looked expressionless at the two winners who had knocked knuckles with each other in unison and muttered, “Do we still need to participate?”
Mu Ye put his arm around Song Jianchu’s waist, took his hand and placed it on his side, turned his head to look at him and smiled, “Just do your best.”
In this group, the atmosphere of the competition suddenly changed its flavor.
Some groups seemed to be watching a love variety show.
The girls next to them screamed, “Ah ah ah ah ah!”
The bullet screen was also very synchronized.
[“Stinky Bao has embraced the male god’s waist!”]
[“Rounding up, the son and the male god have had a physical relationship!”]
[“Touch the waist of the male god today, sit on the male god’s lap tomorrow! Stinky Bao’s star chasing progress is amazing!”]
Pei Shinian stood at the referee position and raised the starting gun, “On your mark, get set–“
The international class A students knew how to have fun more than anyone else. They forgot about yesterday’s grudges and spontaneously shouted:
“Go, kissing senior!”
“Go, Teacher Mu!”
In front of so many people, Song Jianchu was a little nervous, and he put his hand on Mu Ye’s waist politely, as if he was partnering with a girl.
Just before the starting gun sounded, Mu Ye tightened his waist and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear, “Baby, come on.”
Song Jianchu’s breath paused for a moment.
“Bang!!!”
Amid the cheers, Mu Ye rushed out of the starting line with him.
[“Stinky Bao, come on!”]
[“Teacher Mu, come on ah ah ah!”]
[“Ah ah ah, run slower! Hug for a while longer!”]
Before, Song Jianchu used to run regularly at the gym every week, and even if he hadn’t run for a while, his physical fitness didn’t decrease much.
Just now, the two of them quietly practiced a few steps backstage, but they didn’t expect to cooperate so well in the official competition.
They easily won first place in the second group without any doubt.
The international Class A was boiling with excitement.
“Our teacher is so amazing!”
“I’m so excited!”
Han Tian couldn’t help but shout, “Awesome!”
Bai Xingyu held his arms and chuckled, “You guys have good coordination too. See you in the finals.”
Song Jianchu was sweating a little, but felt a sense of satisfaction.
It didn’t seem as boring and awkward as he had imagined.
Song Jianchu quickly let go of the hand on Mu Ye’s waist and took a deep breath to adjust his breathing. His eyes unconsciously shifted to a pair of teachers in the same group beside him.
The two teachers won second place. The male teacher embraced the female teacher intimately in celebration, and their classmates were all screaming and cheering. The young female teacher blushed shyly and lightly hit the male teacher.
Suddenly, Mu Ye asked next to him, “Jealous?”
Song Jianchu: “?”
Just as Song Jianchu was about to look away, Mu Ye suddenly hugged him with one hand, and his outer foot was suspended as Mu Ye swung him around.
Surprised, Song Jianchu instinctively hugged Mu Ye’s neck with one arm, almost blurting out an expletive: “I…!”
Half of the female students in the stadium instantly screamed like crazy.
Winning the competition with full enthusiasm, and being two male teachers, even if the celebration ceremony was crazy, it wouldn’t arouse any suspicion from the teachers.
The couple of teachers looked over in surprise, unable to help but laugh.
The barrage was filled with excitement, and the CP fans who were cautious about giving sugar to each other every day were almost jumping for joy.
[“Ahhhh!!”]
[“Oh my god! Teacher Mu’s sudden sugar is too much!”]
[“I ship!!!”]
[“I don’t understand, is this a love variety show? Why is the interaction between the guests so sweet?”]
[“Ahhhh, foul!! How can you guys be sweeter than a couple!”]
Mu Ye put down the still dazed person, smiled and raised his hand to rub the boy’s head, gently praising, “Teacher Song is amazing.”
Song Jianchu came back to his senses and immediately observed the reactions of those around him.
There was nothing to worry about, the students were just cheering them on.
He breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the urge to smile, and after two seconds, the corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch upwards.
The final of the three-legged race between the two pairs turned into an intense competition within the international Class A.
After all, the “Movie King” team had cooperated for many years, and their tacit understanding was off the charts. The “Male God Fanboys” team unfortunately lost by two seconds.
At the finish line, Lu Shen immediately bent down to untie his shoelaces, took Bai Xingyu to the side, and checked and massaged his legs with old injuries, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Does it hurt?”
Bai Xingyu leaned back in the chair, not caring, and propped his leg on Lu Shen’s lap to enjoy the massage, smiling, “I only ran a few steps, don’t make a fuss.”
[“Wow, the ‘Movie King’ team is also so good to ship!”]
[“Is today a love variety show???”]
Mu Ye opened a bottle of water and handed it to Song Jianchu, pinched his neck to help him relax, and comforted him, “They’ve been getting along for many years more than we have, it’s not unfair to lose. They’re almost at the end, we still have room to improve.”
Song Jianchu wasn’t particularly regretful to begin with and was almost teased into laughter. He twisted the cap on the bottle, suppressing the urge to smile, “Indeed.”
He subconsciously handed the water back after drinking it, and Mu Ye took it and naturally twisted open the cap and took a sip.
[“Oh my god, indirect kiss!!”]
[“Rounding up, Stinky Treasure was pressed down and forcibly kissed by Teacher Mu!!”]
[“What a day to remember! Stinky Treasure’s progress bar with his male god is advancing so quickly!!”]
[“When did he become a male god? Wasn’t the Demon King’s little brother here to chase stars??”]
[“If you’ve already caught him, why keep chasing? The ideal of humanity should constantly evolve and grow!”]
Men’s lips are naturally rosy, and after being moistened by water, the color becomes even more vivid. His messy, damp forehead and that handsome face suddenly became full of seduction, making it hard for people to look away.
Song Jianchu stared at Mu Ye’s actions, his gaze pausing slightly on the lips that lightly touched the bottle cap.
Two guys drinking from the same bottle was not a big deal.
Song Jianchu thought calmly.
He naturally shifted his gaze to the audience stand, where two students in puppy love exchanged drinks, taking a sip from each other’s bottle.
It was so sickeningly sweet.
Song Jianchu remained calm, silently remembering the faces of those two students as his ears slowly turned red.
The last event of the fun sports meet was the obstacle relay race, where teachers and students from the International Class A participated together.
The student representatives were Han Tian, the class leader, Ren Lin, the sports committee member, Ma Ruicong, the head of the class, and Yang Weiwei, the academic affairs committee member.
These four were the most active group of students who always led the class in causing mischief, and they were also the most influential four class leaders in the class.
Witnessing the new teachers’ efforts for the class’s honor, the students of International Class A were infected with emotions and had a strong sense of collective honor. The four class leaders actively offered suggestions to the teachers.
Ren Lin suggested, “The few of us can run at the front, and the teachers can run at the back.”
Pei Shinian said, “I think that works. In other classes, the teachers are at the front, but we can reverse it.”
Han Tian said, “Teacher Lu and Teacher Bai can still run the three-legged race to ensure our advantage and save time.”
Bai Xingyu said, “Sounds good.”
Yang Weiwei asked, “Who should do the final two-person relay? We don’t have any experience and I feel like that’s where the problem is most likely to occur.”
“I’ll go with Teacher Song,” Mu Ye looked to the person next to him for approval, “Is that okay?”
The two-person passing game is the most awkward part of this fun relay. Two participants must run forward with the basketball held between their bodies, without touching the ball with their hands.
Everyone looked at Bking, afraid that he couldn’t accept this seemingly dull task.
The boy had just finished exercising, his hair was a little messy, and he was blankly staring off into space. He was wearing a white sportswear with a logo, and black sports socks wrapped around his straight and slender calves. On his feet were a classic limited-edition sports shoe that every boy dreams of owning. He looked like the school grass Bking who had not yet graduated, completely different from a few years ago when he was in school.
The girls couldn’t take their eyes off him, swooning at how handsome the school principal was.
[“Wuwuwu, Stinky Treasure is so handsome today!!”]
[“Hahaha”]
[“Even during the meeting, Teacher Mu couldn’t help but sneak a few glances. Is my son good-looking?”]
[“Very good-looking!! Stinky Treasure is the most handsome in the entire place today!!”]
As Song Jianchu reminisced about his middle school life, he realized that there were no memorable moments, every day was just studying and more studying, and he never participated in such collective activities.
Just now, he had a momentary illusion.
It was like he had been reborn.
He found that many things were not as bad as he had imagined, and this new and lively life didn’t seem too bad either.
Mu Ye called out to him again, “Principal, is it okay?”
Feeling the gaze of the crowd on him, Song Jianchu snapped back to reality and nodded, “Okay.”
“That’s settled then, last event, everyone stay steady!” Pei Shinian said, “We’re only a few points away from beating Class C and getting first place!”
“International Class A!” Everyone piled their hands together and raised them up, “Let’s go!!!”
With the sound of the starting gun, the most exciting event of the sports meet, the fun relay race, began.
Class C, the powerful competitor of International Class A, was very strong. Their total score is currently three points higher than Class A, and the winning team of this relay race will receive ten points.
All teachers and students from both classes gave it their all.
In the earlier events, both classes were evenly matched in strength, and by the final event, the progress of the two classes was almost neck and neck.
“Go!”
When Lu Shen and Bai Xingyu passed the baton, the last two students from Class C had already started. The two clearly were a campus couple, holding hands and running fast with the ball tightly between them.
Song Jianchu took the relay baton and faced Mu Ye, holding a basketball. This scene was so interesting that the viewers began to use their imagination.
[“Wow! The Demon King’s little brother and Teacher Mu are running with the ball!”]
[“Oh my, I thought of the beginning but not the end.”]
[“Although my son ran off with the male god without my permission, as a generous mother, I allow you to get married on the spot!”]
[“Why does my son have the ball between the two of them? Why not Teacher Mu?”]
[“Sister, you’re ruining my CP! I feel seriously uncomfortable. I have to go back and watch the scene where Teacher Mu picked up my son with one hand a few more times.”]
This project was indeed difficult. The ball was round, and if the two people’s speeds didn’t match up, the ball would roll to the edge of their bodies and fall to the ground. Even if they grabbed each other’s arms to stabilize themselves, it was still hard to control.
Halfway through the race, Class C dropped the ball one less time than Class A. Song Jianchu was stimulated by the desire to win and clicked his tongue unhappily. All the students in Class A cheered for the two of them.
Bai Xingyu shouted impatiently, “Mu Ye, hurry up!”
Pei Shinian said, “Jianchu, don’t be too anxious! Hold onto the ball!”
Both participants dropped the ball again at the same time, and the viewers became nervous.
“Teacher Mu, are you okay? You keep making my son drop the ball!”
“Run faster!”
“Pick up the ball quickly! There’s still a chance!”
Song Jianchu quickly picked up the basketball and put it between them, calmly saying, “It’s okay. They’re not proficient either. We’ll stabilize and…”
“Don’t be afraid.”
Song Jianchu: “?”
The next second, he suddenly jumped up again, this time with both feet off the ground. Mu Ye hugged him horizontally, and neither of them touched the ball with their hands. The basketball was tightly sandwiched between their bodies.
Holding the person and the ball, Mu Ye surpassed the competitors beside them at high speed and crossed the finish line directly.
The screams of the entire audience almost overturned the roof of the gymnasium.
The barrage was also going crazy.
[“Ahhh, Teacher Mu is too amazing!!!”]
[“My son is getting married!!!”]
[“I checked the almanac, today is suitable for getting married!!!”]
The two crossed the finish line and the referee announced that Class A had won.
International Class A students cheered and jumped with joy.
Song Jianchu’s face and ears were hot. He quickly took the basketball and patted Mu Ye’s shoulder, “That’s enough, put me down.”
Mu Ye threw him onto the high jump foam mat next to him and collapsed as if his energy was depleted. He relaxed and lay on top of Song Jianchu, casually messing up his hair.
The motivation was natural, and no one would really suspect anything.
But those who wanted to indulge in their fantasies could not be stopped.
The barrage was so excited that it could only squawk incoherently.
Song Jianchu was pressed down and unable to move. He stared blankly at the dazzling ceiling lights above the gymnasium.
His hand unconsciously lifted and rested on Mu Ye’s damp neck. He hesitated and asked, “Are you… okay?”
Mu Ye’s chin was resting on his shoulder. He breathed slightly and his breath hit Song Jianchu’s ear. He whispered softly, “Although the feeling of having an affair is also exciting, isn’t it nice to do this occasionally?”
Song Jianchu seemed to touch Mu Ye’s pulse and quickly knocked on his fingertips with force.
He thought about things in his mind and said blankly, “Huh?”
Mu Ye slightly tilted his head and his gaze, as if it was substantive, slowly swept across his face. Mu Ye laughed lightly, and his voice was low, “Mr. Sponsor, you said before that you want to date me.”
Song Jianchu lightly closed his eyes, “Yes.”
“Don’t you think… our relationship is still in the early stages of dating?” The man’s gaze was substantial and slowly swept across his face. Mu Ye lightly laughed and his voice was slightly deep, “Can’t it grow a little more?”
The inexplicable joy that had lasted the whole afternoon suddenly magnified infinitely at this moment.
The reason also gradually became clear in his mind.
He wanted to have contact with this person, no matter in front of others or in private, no matter what the result was. In the limited time, he wanted to get as much as possible.
He wanted to be a real sponsor.
Like a cruel capitalist, buying all the rights to this person, he wanted to know what kind of pleasure it was.
Song Jianchu looked at the dazzling light, his shallow pupils slightly unfocused, and slowly squinted his eyes in a relaxed manner.
He used a little force with the hand that was placed on Mu Ye’s neck.
He said softly, “Indeed.”