Quick Wear: The Crazy Lord God is again training the sweet host

Chapter 350: Horror World? I Just Want to Fall in Love with Plants (65)

The bedding in the room was in disarray, and there were a lot of square boxes and used T-shirts on the floor. The doors and windows were closed, and the ambiguous fishy smell in the air floated on the tip of one's nose for a long time.

Fang Yu regained consciousness. His bones felt like they had been run over by a car. His hands and feet were scattered, as if disconnected from his body. He was too lazy to move and his head was dizzy.

Zong Zhen is indeed a beast, every bit of him, fuck!

When Fang Yu thought of what happened last night, his face felt like it was burning.

The soft muscles in his thighs were so sore that he gasped when he moved slightly.

This bastard Zong Zhen not only has extremely poor skills, but also has no mercy on women. When he got ruthless, he almost broke his ligaments.

Fang Yu cursed inwardly, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, closed his eyes and kicked towards the side, trying to kick this rebellious little beast off the bed.

But after he kicked out with difficulty, he actually kicked straight into the air.

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes.

Seeing that there was no one nearby, he subconsciously looked towards the bathroom, but there was no movement in the bathroom.

I reached out to test the temperature of the bed sheet next to me, and it was surprisingly cold.

Fang Yu panicked for no apparent reason and crawled into the pile of garbage beside the bed to look for Zong Zhen's torn pants.

Sure enough, the torn pants were gone.

"..."

In other words, he, Fang Yu, was treated like trash and thrown away after being used!

"You little bastard Zong, I'm cnm!"

Fang Yu was so angry that he threw the quilt on the bed and the pillow used by Zong Zhen to the ground.

I don’t know if it was because he used too much strength, but his head shook and he couldn’t sit still.

His face was still burning, Fang Yu touched his head with his hand, and then he realized that he was really sick and had a fever.

That’s right. Considering the way the little beast acted last night as if he wanted to kill him, it would be strange if he didn’t have a fever.

I don't know what's going on down there, I'm numb from the pain.

Fang Yu closed his eyes, lay down and exhaled deeply.

He didn't expect Zong Zhen to be so cowardly that he didn't even dare to meet him the morning after the incident.

The scene of last night reappeared in his mind.

In fact, after doing it once, Zong Zhen slowly woke up.

Although the medicine the old sister-in-law gave me was strong, it really had no side effects. The effect came quickly, and after feeling relieved, I woke up quickly.

But the damn little beast couldn't stop eating.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be the results of the battle next to the bed.

What made Fang Yu speechless the most was that Zong Zhen later held him down with his hands while crying loudly.

Yes, this guy seemed to have suffered a great injustice. On one hand, he was crying his eyes out, but on the other hand, it didn't stop him from being furious at all.

Fang Yu was already in a state of extreme collapse at that time, but he still remembered this scene vividly.

Who the hell wouldn't be impressed by this?

"I fucking asked you to press C, and you're still feeling wronged?!"

He remembered that he had generated a huge explosive force when he collapsed, and then he threw Zong Zhen off his body and kicked him to the ground again.

But the bastard climbed back onto the bed while crying.

While wiping away tears, she kept getting closer to him.

Fang Yu was really going crazy at that time. What kind of crying dog-skin plaster was this? He just wanted to slap him to death!

Everything that happened afterwards gradually became blurred in Fang Yu's memory, as if it was endless collapse and shaking until he fell into a complete coma.

Then when I woke up, the plaster was gone.

Maybe it was because he didn't kick him hard enough in the morning. After all, he had always had a strong sense of revenge. Or it might be because he had a fever and his brain was sick. Fang Yu felt a little empty inside.

He thought, it seems that he is really sick.

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Zong Zhen seemed absent-minded at school that day.

In the morning, he was sitting in his seat with his head down, and when the new professor asked him a question, he didn't even hear clearly what the professor was asking.

The professor repeated it twice, and both times he looked at the professor with his mind wandering.

Then he was scolded by the strict professor.

At lunch, he faced a table full of dishes, eating the rice in his bowl with lifeless eyes.

Xingchen reminded him to pick up some food, but he quickly glanced at Xingchen and quickly looked away, his eyes filled with guilt and self-pity.

After picking up a piece of food with chopsticks, he started to eat rice. After finishing the rice in a few bites, he put down his chopsticks and walked out of the classroom.

"I'm going out for a walk." He said without turning his head.

Zong Zhen began to wander aimlessly around the campus.

He walked across the basketball court, the playground, the gymnasium, and the boys' dormitory.

Along the way, many people greeted him and invited him to play ball, but he now had no interest in the sport that he used to love.

On the contrary, when he thought of certain scenes from last night, his body began to get excited and he could even hear the sound of his heart beating.

"It was just an accident, Zong Zhen, don't think about it anymore!"

Zong Zhen warned himself again and again.

But in fact, such warnings had no effect at all. Instead, they seemed to remind him over and over again what happened last night.

From morning till now, his thoughts had been drifting to those scenes almost all the time.

The image of Fang Yu beneath him always appeared in his mind uncontrollably.

It was a completely different existence from the usual tough and cunning Fangyu.

Painful, happy square fish.

A tough, soft square fish.

When he was on the verge of collapse, even such a powerful person couldn't help but utter a voice to beg him.

Zong Zhen closed his eyes in pain.

Can't think.

As long as he thought about it a little more deeply, he felt like he was drugged again and wanted to explode again.

In the past, when Zong Zhen heard people scolding men for being bad people, he never took it seriously.

Now he believes it.

Men are carnivores and can basically separate their body and mind.

You see, no matter how much he likes Xingchen, it doesn't affect the pleasure he finds in Fangyu.

After everything was over, he was still here like a pervert, still not satisfied.

Zong Zhen scolded himself harshly and waited anxiously for Fang Yu's class in the afternoon.

He didn't dare to imagine himself and Fang Yu looking at each other now.

Fang Yu's class was a torment for him, as Fang Yu's voice reminded him of too many things.

Zong Zhen heard the bell for class ringing in a state of uneasiness. He lowered his head and looked at the classroom door out of the corner of his eye, waiting for the figure to walk into the classroom.

But when he walked into the classroom, it was another unfamiliar professor.

"Hello, students. Dean Fang is feeling a little unwell today. I will be teaching his class."

The students who had been looking forward to Fang Yu's class were in an uproar.

"What's wrong with Dean Fang? Is he sick?" Everyone asked at once.

"It looks like he has a fever. The dean asked me to tell everyone not to worry. He'll be better soon after seeing the doctor."

Zong Zhen sat there blankly. For a moment, his mind went blank and he didn't even know where he was.

Recalling those violent actions that he couldn't control last night, Zong Zhen wanted to slap himself.

Fang Yu is sick.

Fang Yu was made sick by him.