What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 93 Extra 2

"I'll go, which class is that? Is it your Chinese class?"

"I've never seen it before! So handsome!"

"Yes, so handsome!"

"Why do you think it looks so familiar? It's not a celebrity, right? Has our school recently lent land to the crew for filming?"

"He seemed to be saying hello to Teacher Tan just now?!"

"?!Seems to be!!"

The bell rang, and Tan Jingyang nodded politely to everyone: "I'll be here today, let's go eat." After saying that, he picked up the umbrella in the corner and walked quickly out of the classroom.

Seeing this, several courageous girls exchanged glances with each other, and hurriedly ran out together.

Ji Zhun heard the commotion in the classroom and looked away from the newly sent concept drawing from the artist on his phone.

Before he could turn his head, Tan Jingyang had already come to him. Ji Zhun looked at the person from head to toe, whistled and said, "You're so handsome, Professor Tan."

Tan Jingyang resisted the urge to pull the person into his arms and asked softly: "When did you come back?"

"Come here right after getting off the plane." Ji Zhun yawned, "It's an early flight, so sleepy to death."

Tan Jingyang nodded: "I have two classes in the afternoon, why don't you go home and catch up on some sleep first?"

"I'm not going back. Give me the key to your dormitory later. I'll take a nap there and wait for you to finish class." Ji Zhun patted Tan Jingyang on the back, "Let's go and eat first. I haven't eaten in your school cafeteria yet." Here's the food."

"good."

...

Tan Jingyang's dormitory is very simply furnished, with only a bed, a cabinet with a full-length mirror and a desk. But he kept it tidy.

The afternoon sun shines warmly into the room, making the quilt on the bed soft and fluffy. Ji Zhun and Tan Jingyang returned to the house after eating together, put their coat and trousers on the desk, took off their shoes and got into bed, sighed with great comfort, and rubbed against Tan Jingyang's pillow.

A whiff of brandy.

"How can you carry this smell everywhere you go?" Ji Zhun propped up one arm and looked sideways at Tan Jingyang, who had also taken off his coat, and squinted as he unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

"What's the smell?" Tan Jingyang asked.

Ji Zhun raised his eyebrows: "Sex."

"Heh." Tan Jingyang chuckled, walked to the window and drew the curtains. Then he lay down next to Ji Zhun, stretched his arms to the other's waist and hugged him tightly.

"Naobao..." Tan Jingyang buried his head in Ji Zhun's shoulder, greedily breathing in the scent of the other person that he dreamed of. I haven't seen each other for more than a week. The moment I touched each other again, all the cells in my body seemed to start to wake up, screaming crazily is not enough, not enough!

Ji Zhun heard Tan Jingyang whispering in his ear, and his eyes quickly dimmed. He reached out and covered Tan Jingyang's hand on his waist, patted lightly and said, "Brother Yang, you still have class in the afternoon..."

Tan Jingyang's body froze slightly, and a strong unwillingness quickly flashed across his eyes.

He exhaled through his nose, and rubbed Ji Zhun's waist vigorously. Only then did he turn over and lie on his back, closing his eyes to calm his impatient emotions.