[Crossing Books] I only want to study hard in my grade

Chapter 18 Lift up your clothes and let me see

Those with low grades wash socks for a week for those with high grades. "

"How is it? Do you dare to compare?"

If Qiao Jiang hesitated at the beginning whether to agree or not, after all, the other party is the protagonist of the novel and has his own aura, then the latter sentence "dare to compare" directly pushed him from the edge of reason.

Qiao Jiang said seriously: "Compare!"

Xie Yinian whistled, hooked his neck and the two brothers walked forward: "Jiaojiao, it's good to have courage and confidence, but you also have to be strong!"

Qiao Jiang didn't understand, so he looked up at him: "???"

Xie Yinian: "Don't cry when you lose."

Qiao Jiang blushed angrily: "I won't cry!"

In fact, he doesn't like to cry, but he is a bit delicate. Before wearing the book, because of his health, he has been held in the palm of his hand since he was a child, and it hurts. Sometimes his knee accidentally hits the table, and there will be a group of people anxiously asking. Whether he hurts, let alone being beaten, it's too late to hurt him.

So as long as Xie Yinian doesn't beat him, he won't cry.

The scene of Qiao Jiang crying in front of him instantly appeared in Xie Yinian's mind, and he retorted without giving Qiao Jiang any face: "I don't know which dog was kicked and cried last time."

Qiao Jiang: "..."

Comrade Qiao Qiao shut himself up on the spot, and the black history was repeatedly brought up and mentioned, and no one could accept it calmly.

The autistic Qiao Jiang was led by Xie Yinian all the way to the basketball court in the sports park. A group of people inside seemed to be waiting for someone. When they saw Xie Yinian coming over, they greeted him with a smile: "Brother Xie, you've come." !"

When He Xu saw Qiao Jiang, he was instantly alert: "Brother Xie, you just said you were looking for him if you had something to do?"

Xie Yinian threw the ball to them, and finally retracted his arm mercifully: "Ang."

Qiao Jiang didn't know how to play, so he pointed to the chair next to him consciously: "I'll go and sit there."

Xie Yinian raised his chin, "I'll let you see how powerful your brother Xie is later."

Qiao Jiang: "..."

When Qiao Jiang walked over and sat down, He Xu asked, "Brother Xie, did you come here specifically to find Qiao Jiang so that he could watch you play?"

Xie Yinian didn't think there was a problem at all: "That's right, what else? He doesn't know how to play."

After finishing speaking, he walked into the crowd and cut the ball out of one person's hand with a neat movement: "Are there enough people? Come on, palms and backs of hands are divided into groups."

Qiao Jiang doesn't know how to play basketball, and he doesn't quite understand it. The court is full of teenagers running around and sweating, and the most dazzling one is Xie Yinian.

The boy only wore a large vest, and his arms were covered with a thin layer of muscle lines. After running for a while, he felt hot, so he lifted up his sweaty bangs, and the hem of the vest also let him lift up, revealing smooth and beautiful muscle lines waist and abdomen.

Qiao Jiang looked eagerly at Xie Yinian's well-defined abdominal muscles, the fine sweat glistened in the sun, and the graceful lines extended into the gray slacks.

Xie Yinian finished drinking water, saw Qiao Jiang blankly thinking about something, followed his line of sight, and raised his eyebrows when he found that his line of sight fell on his waist and abdomen.

"How is it? Your abs look good, brother Xie?!"

Xie Yinian stretched his fingers in front of Qiao Jiang and snapped his fingers: "Tsk, I'm dumbfounded, wipe your saliva quickly."

Qiao Jiang didn't react, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his lips, his face became hot, and then he raised his eyes and glared at him: "I didn't!"

Xie Yinian grabbed his hand and pressed it on his abdominal muscles: "Nuo, feel it, how about it? Is it hard?!"

"!!!"

The hand felt hot to the touch, and the palm felt a sticky, greasy wetness almost the moment it was pasted on it, and it was very hard.

Qiao Jiang was covered with a layer of red from his neck to his cheeks. He had never been in such close contact with others, as if he was burned by the scalding temperature. Qiao Jiang immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but he was thanked by Yinian for his wrist. Clinging is never free.

"Does it feel good?! Come on, thank you brother for letting you touch it."

Xie Yinian took his hand and stroked his abdominal muscles twice, Qiao Jiang's earlobe was red with blood, Xie Yinian's skin was very good, and because of the sweat, his abdominal muscles were slippery and elastic.

Qiao Jiang gritted his teeth, and even his heartbeat began to increase suddenly. His eyes were in a trance, and even double images appeared, giving him the illusion that he was about to have a heart attack again.

When Xie Yinian finally let go of his hand, he shrank back abruptly, leaned back and distanced himself from the boy.

"Jiaojiao, how is it? Is it easy to touch? Is it hard to touch?"

Xie Yinian is very confident in his figure.

Qiao Jiang's fingers were trembling, and there seemed to be a burning sensation in the palm of his fingertips. He stared at Xie Yinian, his face still hot: "You, how could you be like this?!"

Xie Yinian frowned, not understanding what Qiao Jiang was talking about, "What? What's wrong with me?"

Qiao Jiang's eyes were slightly red, and he complained: "There are so many people here, why do you just grab someone's hand and touch... touch your abdominal muscles."

Xie Yinian was even more confused: "You are not a woman, why are men touching each other?"

Qiao Jiang had never been so close to anyone in his life, nor had he touched anyone's body. He was taken aback by what Xie Yinian said, but the heat on his face dropped a little bit.

Oh yes, what's wrong with being touched by men?

You have everything, I have everything, everyone is the same, and there is nothing wrong with touching it.

Qiao Jiang also felt that he was overreacting, and lowered his head and muttered softly: "Yes, I'm sorry."

"Why do you say I'm sorry?" Xie Yinian didn't care about this at all, he was obsessed with only one question: "Hurry up, you haven't answered me yet?"

Qiao Jiang raised his eyes, innocent and puzzled.

Xie Yinian pointed: "Abdominal muscles, are they easy to touch? Are they hard?"

Qiao Jiang recalled the tactile sensation, and replied truthfully: "It's easy to touch, it's quite hard."

Xie Yinian was satisfied, the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with pride.

He put down the hem of his clothes, glanced down at the position of Qiao Jiang's abdomen, and ordered: "Pick up your clothes and let me have a look."

Qiao Jiang was shocked: "Huh?"

"Ah what?" Xie Yinian clicked his tongue impatiently: "Hurry up, you're already touching my abs, what's wrong with me taking a look at you?"

Qiao Jiang grabbed the hem of his clothes with both hands, his face flushed with enthusiasm again, and he couldn't help complaining: "That's what you grabbed my hand for me to touch, and it's not what I want to touch."

Xie Yinian took a step forward and threatened viciously: "Hurry up, or do you want me to use force on you?!"

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't lift it yourself, I'm going to get started."

Qiao Jiang shrank back again, but there was barbed wire behind him, and he had nowhere to hide. The hormones emitted by the boys after exercising pressed him down, and Qiao Jiang lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Don't, I, I... myself..."