Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

As the morning sun rises, all things begin to revive.

Tang Yisheng opened his eyes and saw the wall in the distance and a small, dirty braid right in front of him.

To be honest, the experience wasn't great.

The little braid already looks a bit oily.

I estimate that he was treated for more than just one or two days.

You didn't drink too much last night, did you?

How did we end up sleeping together in such a confused state?

The door was tightly closed, and the ceiling fan was blowing loudly.

A few strands of hair gently brushed against Tang Yisheng's eyebrows, causing a slight itch.

Tang Yisheng struggled to break free from the octopus's grasp and scratched his forehead.

He also tucked a few playful strands of hair behind Yang Yuehan's ears.

The sleeping girl instinctively snuggled into Tang Yisheng's arms, rubbing her head against him several times.

If she wakes up later, will she explode?

I cuddled and slept with a guy I just met...

Especially after drinking.

You're in the prime of your life, with the huge advantage of being reborn, so don't make a single mistake that will haunt you forever and force you to become a defendant.

Tang Yisheng's freed left hand slid downwards.

Although I had taken off my upper body, thankfully the elastic bands of the two layers of shorts were firmly held around my waist.

Thank goodness.

Tang Yisheng continued to probe downwards with his large hand.

It touched a smooth, cool skin.

40-inch long, smooth legs.

Tang Yisheng's memory was automatically retrieved, and the accurate values ​​appeared in his mind.

He himself didn't know when or how he took the test.

After all, the real data on leg length is measured from the heel to the thigh... root.

She... well, it seems she's wearing pants too.

Tang Yisheng was relieved.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The left hand slid from Yang Yuehan's thigh to her knee, and then to her calf.

Yang Yuehan's thighs weren't thick, and her calves were so slender they could be wrapped in one hand. Tang Yisheng subconsciously spread them apart and then moved back himself.

The body, which had been bound by the octopus, was finally able to escape.

Tang Yisheng held his breath, afraid that he might accidentally blow on Yang Yuehan's face and wake her up.

It's not that I'm afraid she'll cause trouble when she wakes up.

The two were embracing each other, so close that Tang Yi was afraid his eardrums would be ruptured by the girl's dolphin-like vocalizations.

Tang Yisheng tiptoed down the stairs.

He picked up his own T-shirt, and then picked up Yang Yuehan's T-shirt and jeans one by one.

She must have drunk too much last night.

But Tang Yisheng was certain that when he carried her into the house and put her on the mattress, he didn't take off her clothes.

At most, I lifted her calves on my shoulders and helped her take off her shoes one by one.

That's it.

As for why she took off her top and denim shorts...

Tang Yisheng was determined not to be taken advantage of and would never admit it, no matter what.

Before leaving, Tang Yisheng tossed Yang Yuehan's clothes onto the foot of the bed and then quietly went out.

The main room was in a mess.

Beer bottles were scattered all over the ground, some upright, some horizontal.

The marble coffee table was also a mess.

There were hardly any bones left of the roast chicken, and we ate most of the ham and chicken feet.

The leftover pig's trotters from yesterday were taken out at some point, and they were gnawed into pieces.

Although only a small portion remained, Tang Yisheng wasn't sure whose teeth marks were on it, so he preferred not to eat it.

Actually, if it were Yang Yuehan's, it wouldn't be unacceptable.

But what if it belongs to Zhao Tiejun?

Ugh! That's disgusting.

Snoring! Snoring!

The door to the west room next door was open, and Zhao Tiejun's snoring was deafening.

He slept very soundly.

Tang Yisheng sighed.

Start tidying up the house.

"Um, where's the restroom?"

The door creaked open a crack, and a head with messy braids peeked out slightly.

Yang Yuehan kept her voice very low, but she guessed that she had no choice but to ask because of the situation.

"There's a wooden door under the bed in the northeast corner; it opens with a push."

Tang Yisheng's courtyard has two toilets.

A small door was opened in the northeast corner of one side of the bedroom, and the outhouse inside contained only a sink, shower and toilet.

There is a bathtub in the place where the cowshed used to be in the yard, where you can take a bath.

Yang Yuehan hadn't expected that there would be a flush toilet in the rural house. If she had known, she would have been shameless enough to ask and sneakily relieve herself.

Even the seemingly tough and rebellious young woman becomes quite shy when it comes to things like peeing and pooping.

After tidying up the coffee table, Tang Yisheng went to the kitchen, bypassing the west room.

They also closed the doors on both sides of the west room.

Cook a handful of noodles whose status in the market is now questionable after more than ten years, top with three eggs, and before serving, put the leftover ham at the bottom of the bowl and pour hot broth over it.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"I...I have to go to class..."

"You're already late, have a bowl of noodles first, they're freshly cooked, and I even put an egg in them for you."

"this……"

Thinking about her impulsive drunkenness last night and the embarrassment she felt upon waking up today, Yang Yuehan felt a strong urge to back down and face Tang Yisheng.

What should we do, ladies?

We cuddled and slept together.

It's still better to use it voluntarily...

Tang Yisheng didn't know that he hadn't taken off his T-shirt himself, but rather Yang Yuehan had ripped it off.

Amazing, incredible.

After getting drunk, my obsession with looks was completely unleashed.

Why did Yang Yuehan fall into Zhao Tiejun's "trap" step by step?

Knowing full well that he couldn't hold his liquor, he actually dared to challenge Tang Yisheng to a bottle?

Deep down, one might not rule out the possibility of taking advantage of the situation.

Why do my toes feel a little out of control and want to dig at the ground?

Yang Yuehan was really drunk.

But she was quite conscious.

If it weren't Tang Yisheng who was carrying her legs and taking off her shoes, how could she have been so docile and quiet?

If it were Zhao Tiejun, he probably wouldn't even have been carried to the inner room.

They had already smashed the other person's head open with a beer bottle.

"Then, shall we eat a little?"

"That's right, don't waste my skills or my efforts."

"Huh? You, what are your feelings for her?"

Yang Yuehan was stunned for a moment before asking.

As it turned out, Tang Yisheng had already turned and gone to the kitchen. Yang Yuehan's voice gradually weakened until it was barely audible, so soft that only she herself could hear it.

……

The new transfer student, Tang Yisheng, skipped class and didn't come.

Yang Xu gripped the edge of his pocket, feeling anxious every class.

He was terrified that Zhao Tiejun and his gang of football thugs would barge in and drag him out for a beating.

He had 265 yuan in his pocket.

Yang Xu considered giving two hundred yuan to his older sister to help smooth things over, and keeping the remaining sixty-five yuan for his own living expenses.

With his secret stash of money gone, Yang Xu was also very worried.

How did I end up with such a terrible thing?

At this moment, he was unaware that the crisis he was so concerned about had already been won over by his older sister.

By winning over the most key members of the group, the immediate problem was solved.

However, Yang Xu had to be on tenterhooks all morning because his older sister was happily slurping noodles, and he tried his best not to be too rude while eating them.

A woman should look good to those who please her.

That's probably how it is.

Tian Xiaoqian skipped her academic classes as usual; her situation was different from others since she transferred schools.

My original intention was simply to learn a skill.

The spots for next year's new students have now been locked up by veteran culinary master Liu Yueliang.

He started one-on-one instruction as early as May.

Start by peeling and chopping.

Occasionally, we can also take the opportunity to taste the experimental dishes made by our master and the previous generation of senior students.

Tian Xiaoqian covered her stomach and secretly hiccuped.

I didn't see Yang Yuehan return to the dormitory last night, so I made her eat all the instant noodles I had all night.

I can't tell if I'm full from being stuffed or from being full from being thirsty.

Anyway, she wasn't hungry at all right now, and her usual desire to take advantage of others had faded.