Hao Jun read at least one useful piece of information from Principal Gu's strange eyes, that is, his admission to the key class of the city's No. 1 Middle School seemed to have become a sure thing.

It's convenient to have someone behind you!

The news is not a little well-informed!

This is Hao Jun's sigh after he skipped class again with peace of mind.

After some careful scrutiny, the old principal generously waved his hand and let him go, which was quite a bit of a pointer.

Hao Jun suddenly realized that he had skipped the high school entrance examination just like that.

In his previous life, the regret that the seventeen-year-old boy was afraid of like a tiger disappeared quietly, without a trace, and chose to approach the dream of high school in a more calm and vigorous manner.

The case of Liu Chan came to an end, and Hao Jun finally didn't have to worry anymore, Qin Zi or him, because of the appearance of a few weird photos, became the focus of everyone's attention.

In the past few days, Qin Zi has begun to carry out preliminary renovation of the city's first commissary.

The design drawings are from Hao Jun, a half-baked designer, and the details are very rough, but the style, avant-garde personality, and style.

Uncle Hao was very satisfied.

Hao Jun deliberately asked the workers to open a window-like vending on the wall facing the outside school, which can be regarded as a way to increase the flow of customers, and the main body of the commissary is still aimed at the students of the No. 1 Middle School in the city.

In order to save the cost of decoration, Qin Zi bought paint and prepared to paint the wall by himself.

Uncle Hao volunteered, and he was idle anyway (the saying of skipping class).

But when the two of them faced the slightly old red bricks, they were completely dumbfounded.

In the previous guard room, there was not a single lime on the wall?

Just like that, a pair of slightly smaller eyes stared at a pair of bright eyes, holding the green wall paint that he originally liked very much, and sighed for a long time......

As a result, the green wall designed by Hao Jun in general was declared bankrupt before it was born.

It seems that you can only go retro style......

I hope that in this era, many ultra-modern aesthetics have begun to appear, which can make many people feel aesthetic fatigue!

The boy who was holding the sandpaper and rubbing the wall hard thought so.

After polishing, the red bricks are a little more vivid, and the original cement seams are neatly covered by Hao Jun and Qin Zi with green paint.

Red and green, with a jump in the rules.

After seeing the overall effect, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief to Qin Zi, who was secretly worried.

The amount of lacquering work, Qin Zi arranged for two days, but the unexpected changes made it all complete in half a day, seeing the room like a huge candy box, Qin Zi's heart felt a little sense of accomplishment.

However, Qin Zi obviously began to be dissatisfied with the remaining excess paint again.

Uncle Hao, who was climbing on the ladder and holding an oil brush, seemed to have a new idea.

The floor of the empty house is pasted with old-fashioned marble floor tiles, which may be good, but it is a little old and popular.

After all, the floors of the school's classrooms, corridors, cafeterias, and even dormitories are all of this kind of floor tiles.

The so-called popular ones are not cheap, but they have no taste and no personality.

Hao Jun picked up another big brush, dipped it in the white paint of a large brush, and spilled it out like ink in the opposite direction where Qin Zi was standing.

White spots, raindropping on the dark gray tiles, vary in size, sometimes loose and sometimes tight.

Before Qin Zi came back to his senses, Hao Jun was already dancing excitedly.

He's standing right on the heights, and it looks pretty good.

Uncle Hao couldn't help but sigh at the power of his abstract art cell.

After finishing half of the work on the ground, Hao Jun was about to turn around and continue to the next half.

But because the castration was too urgent when turning, and the oil brush barrel in his hand was too heavy, the center of gravity moved forward a little.

Fortunately, Uncle Hao has been exercising well recently, and he took advantage of the momentum to run down the ladder, and when he was halfway there, his center of gravity had already deflected half of his body, so he hurriedly didn't care about the steps behind him, and jumped down directly.

Uncle Hao is entertaining himself here, with a thirty-year-old mentality, and a child's play, Xu has recently solved two major problems, and he is in a good mood.

But Qin Zi saw it in his eyes, but he thought that Hao Jun was about to fall off the ladder.

didn't care about the oil drum dangling above his head, he stretched out his hand to catch Hao Jun.

Before Uncle Hao could wake up, he found himself crashing into a soft jade-like embrace.

The nose sniffed, and a faint fragrance lingered.

The oil drum was thrown far away, lying alone in the corner.

The oil brush in Hao Jun's hand was against Qin Zi's flat lower abdomen.

The embarrassed Uncle Hao quietly removed the oil brush, but was stunned to find that a messy arc had been drawn on Qin Zi's stiff buttocks in jeans.

Qin Zi was still unconscious, and his chest was still faintly painful, and he said with disgust in his mouth: "I used to do a good job, but I started messing around again while I was doing it?"

Sometimes she really can't understand this teenager, sometimes she is young and old, sometimes she is naïve and innocent.

The tone was soft, the tone was clear and tactful, right in Hao Jun's ears, like a melodious singing.

Hao Jun's hand rested on Qin Zi's delicate waist, which could only be grasped by Yingying, and he bent over, and the softness and fullness of the twin peaks could be felt at the tip of his nose.

Almost out of a man's instinct, the factor of the lewd uncle exploded.

Hao Jun's hands couldn't help but follow the curve of Qin Zi's waist, slowly sliding, and attached to Qin Zi's seductive buttocks.

Although the beautiful touch between the hands through the jeans cannot be counteracted.

Hao Jun couldn't help but slide up and down.

What a lewd uncle!

Qin Zi's bright eyes stared at the young man's eyes suspiciously, and then they became watery, like a clear spring surging.

The delicate face that was close at hand was instantly filled with a hint of seductive red

Hao Jun's obscene hands stopped abruptly and smiled weakly.

Qin Zi looked at the delicate face of the young man in front of him, his deep black eyes were as warm as jade, his straight nose added a touch of heroism to the young man, and his slightly thick lips were tightly pursed together.

Once upon a time, the appearance of this young man was so clearly imprinted in her heart.

She moved her forehead forward slightly, letting the tip of her nose rest on the tip of Hao Jun's nose, feeling the comfortable and warm experience brought by this rare embrace.

Hao Jun could clearly feel the deliberately suppressed breath between Qin Zi's snorts.

Uncle Hao, who had buried a trace of guilt, leaned to the root of Qin Zi's ear and said quietly: "Sister Qin Zi, that's not how foreigners' veneer gifts come!"

Qin Zi glanced at him coquettishly, and the charm between his eyebrows and eyes was infinite.

Suddenly, there was a slight knock outside the door.

Qin Zi was in a hurry, like a frightened rabbit, and subconsciously pushed Hao Jun, but when he came back to his senses, he hurriedly hugged the young man's waist, which was still slightly thin at the moment.

The young man, who was bent over his waist and couldn't use his strength at all, fell backwards helplessly, and held a soft stunner in his arms along the way.

Qin Zi propped his hands on his chest, and the long green silk covered Hao Jun's face, a little itchy, Hao Jun's hands were still on his buttocks, but he used a little more force.

Qin Zi wanted to get up anxiously, but found that his whole body was a little weak, and after supporting the ground with one hand, he fell back into the arms of the young man.

Hao Jun's slightly bent knees were between Qin Zi's thighs, his lower abdomen, chest, and lower body were almost tightly glued together, and there was not a single gap in sight.

The whole world seems to have fallen silent......