MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 17

As soon as the school bell rang, Feng Bo went downstairs with his schoolbag on his back, and stood leaning against a tree by the playground to wait for Yang Xuan. From head to toe, he looks like a dude, as long as he can find something to lean on within a radius of ten meters, he will definitely not be able to stand upright.

After Yang Xuan finished a basketball game, he walked to the basketball hoop, bent down to pick up a bottle of mineral water from the ground, unscrewed the bottle cap, raised his neck and poured a few mouthfuls of water into his throat.

"Brother Xuan—" Feng Bo called him loudly, raised one arm and waved it hastily twice, and then walked towards this side.

Yang Xuan held the mineral water bottle and walked a few steps in his direction, asking, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing serious," Feng Bo idly leaned against the barbed wire behind him, "It's just that something interesting happened in the study room, let me share it with you."

Yang Xuan lifted up his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said "um", motioning him to continue, but his mind was obviously not on him.

Feng Bo vividly explained to Yang Xuan the scene of the self-study class in the classroom, and then clicked his tongue and said, "You didn't see his reaction at that time, he blushed, my god, the third middle school People have never seen the world like this?"

Yang Xuan's eyes looked away, and there was a soft hum in his throat, which sounded like he was laughing.

"Brother Hey Xuan, tell me," Feng Boshen approached Yang Xuan mysteriously, "Is he the one?"

Yang Xuan frowned slightly, turned to look at him and asked, "Which one?"

"It's like the two from the music class. To be honest, I think they are quite similar. How old are they? Haven't even seen an **** movie?"

Yang Xuan squeezed the empty water bottle with one hand, threw it into the trash can, and said casually, "Are you curious?"

"It's not that I'm curious, but if he's true, let's spread the word a little bit, isn't that okay?" Seeing Yang Xuan picking up his clothes and walking outside the playground, Feng Bo hurriedly followed, "You think so? Then Let’s go to his mother again, hey, last time I saw someone waiting for him at the school gate, it was a man, and he took his hand when he went up, he was still shy, probably afraid that people would see—"

"What does it look like?" Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes almost invisible.

"I can't remember, it's very ordinary, the kind that looks very useless, just looking at it makes me want someone to beat him up."

Yang Xuan walked to his bicycle, bent down and unlocked it, hung his coat on the handlebar, and said, "Next time you meet that person, you can try it."

Feng Bo didn't understand, he scratched his head and asked, "What do you mean? Hit him? See Tang Junhe's reaction?"

Yang Xuan straddled the car seat with two long legs, and said, "Well, aren't you curious?" After speaking, he looked at the front and said "Let's go", and then pedaled out of the school gate.

"Brother Hey Xuan, are you going to my house this week or not?" Before Feng Bo finished speaking, Yang Xuan had already disappeared on his bike. He curled his lips a little depressed and walked towards the school gate.

When passing by the school gate, he saw the man again. The man's gaze was fixed on the direction of the teaching building, as if he was not interested in everything around him. That gaze reminded him of the eyes of a vulture, and he immediately felt a chill run down his back.

Originally, he wanted to go over and ask that person what relationship he had with Tang Junhe, but this glance made him completely dismiss this idea. He gave the man a disgusted look, then turned away.

Feng Bo got into the private car that picked him up, and as soon as he got in the car, he bowed his head and sent a text message to Yang Xuan: "Brother Xuan, I saw that guy again, with that look, it seemed like he was going to swallow San'er's son alive .”

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At 1 o'clock in the morning, Tang Junhe was woken up by the alarm clock that had been set in advance. It was rare for him to stay in bed, he got up when the alarm rang, reached out in the dark and pressed the alarm clock to turn off the alarm, then lifted the quilt and got off the bed, and opened the door tiptoe - Tang Xiaonian and Yang Chengchuan had already fallen asleep, at this moment The door of their room was closed, and no movement could be heard.

Because he was afraid that the slippers would make noise when they came into contact with the ground, Tang Junhe walked out barefoot. He carefully pushed open the door of the study, closed it tightly after entering, and locked the lock inside. Out of fear that the light in the room would wake Tang Xiaonian, he didn't dare to turn on the light, sat down in front of the computer in the dark, and pressed the power button.

In the dead of night, in the dark study room, only a small piece of blue light emitted from the computer screen cast it on Tang Junhe's face.

He pursed his lips tightly, stared intently at the computer screen, held the mouse with his slender fingers, clicked on the browser on the desktop, then lowered his head and entered the four words "justifiable self-defense" in the search bar, and then Click on the webpage to browse carefully.

Every time he opened a web page, he scrolled the scroll wheel to read it carefully, and then, under the faint light of the screen, he took a pen and wrote down useful information in his notebook.

He looked up the legal interpretation of the criminal law on justifiable self-defense, and some cases that belonged to and did not belong to justifiable self-defense, and finally looked up the legal definition of "rape".

According to the criminal law, "the crime of **** refers to the act of forcibly having **** with a woman by violence, coercion or other means against the will of the woman".

Tang Junhe pinched his lower lip and thought, that is to say, even if Zhou Lin raped himself, it is not considered **** in the law... That's fine, Zhou Lin only needs to stab him once. The traces of coercion don't need to be so obvious. If he didn't stab him, then he should just stab himself.

However, if Zhou Lin really took the knife away, would he be able to get it back? Tang Junhe recalled the astonishing strength that erupted from Zhou Lin that night, which made it impossible for him to break free.

Although the man looked wimpy and cowardly, it was undeniable that there was still a power gap that could not be ignored between the 16-year-old Tang Junhe and the 30-year-old Zhou Lin.

Maybe it can only be fatal with one knife... Thinking this way, Tang Junhe searched out a clear diagram of human body structure. Facing the diagram, he looked down at the part of his chest, which was the position of the heart. If it reached the heart, perhaps Zhou Lin would not have the strength to fight back. After killing Zhou Lin, he stabbed himself again, wherever he wanted, as long as he didn't hit the heart...

Tang Junhe closed the notebook, let out a long breath, then held the mouse and closed the pages one by one. When closing the penultimate webpage, he accidentally clicked on the floating advertisement on the top right of the webpage, and a naked pornographic picture popped up on the screen. It was a moving picture of a woman kneeling and giving oral **** to the man in front of her. The erect **** are tightly wrapped in the mouth.

The hand holding the mouse stopped, Tang Junhe looked at the moving picture on the screen, opened his eyes slightly, and his heart beat unstoppably fast. His eyes changed from shock to curiosity, and he looked at the visually stunning picture without blinking.

Because he was afraid of delaying Tang Junhe's study, Tang Xiaonian never considered buying a computer for Tang Junhe. She herself is electronically illiterate, and her knowledge of computers is limited to the steady stream of reports about Internet-addicted teenagers on TV. Tang Junhe, on the other hand, rarely asked Tang Xiaonian for things since he was a child. He knew that it was not easy for Tang Xiaonian to live with him, and a computer was a luxury for him. He never thought of letting Tang Xiaonian give it to him. He buys one.

Apart from the need to check information, he seldom goes to Internet cafes, so almost all of his contact with computers comes from the weekly computer class at school.

This animation seems to have opened the door to a new world for Tang Junhe. He remembered the two white bodies stacked on top of each other on the MP4, and those playful eyes that turned their heads to look at him—so they have seen them all. those things?

Tang Junhe closed the ad page and entered the words "AV download" in the search bar. His expression was no different from when he searched for "justifiable defense" just now, looking indifferent and calm.

He found a few resources without a teacher, downloaded the software to the computer, and then went back to the room to take out the mobile phone Yang Chengchuan gave him, connected the data cable to the computer, and uploaded the video to the computer. The file is imported into the phone.

The importing process was a bit slow. He watched the progress bar move forward little by little, opened the search page again, and entered the words "how men and men have sex". There was a related question in the top search results, he clicked on it, and someone answered: "You will know if you watch the next GV."

Tang Junhe looked at the answer and thought for a few seconds, then followed the method just now, bowed his head and searched for the words "GV download", and then downloaded a video file.

After everything was done, he didn't forget to delete all the video files on the desktop, then turned off the computer, and went back to the room lightly.

It was past 3 o'clock in the morning, Tang Junhe stared at the piston movement of a man and a woman on the phone and yawned, then reached out and rubbed his eyes, wiping the overflowing tears from the corners of his eyes.

He turned over and lay on his side in a different direction, turned off a third of the video, and turned on the GV again.

The two men on the screen are muscular and fierce, and the entangled picture has no beauty at all. He watched them kiss, caress each other's genitals, watched the man pour some liquid into his hand, then inserted a finger into a narrow opening, and replaced the finger with something else, his expression of indifference Finally, there was a change—a little sluggishness, and then no sleepiness at all.

So, is this what Zhou Lin wants to do to me? Tang Junhe suppressed the feeling of vomiting.

He turned off the video, put the phone back in the drawer, closed his eyes and forced himself to sleep.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, the image of those two men's bodies colliding fiercely would appear in his mind, as well as the obscene sound of organs beating each other, all played back in his brain in a loop.

Going in from there...wouldn't it hurt? It was his last thought before falling asleep.

He dreamed of Yang Xuan again. Yang Xuan was entering him, into the entrance of his body, he felt a clear sense of pain, but he didn't want to hide, instead he was curious and looking forward to it. He dreamed that Yang Xuan silently and slowly entered into his body, and then hit him fiercely, the crackling sound of physical collision seemed to be on his eardrums.

Then he felt bodily fluids gushing out from his lower body—this **** was more sudden and turbulent than before, and he felt those liquids spurting out one after another. It was an indescribably wonderful pleasure, as if falling into the Clouds, soft and quiet.

He closed his eyes, feeling the **** in his body slowly fading away, thinking clearly that he had already fallen into the darkness and couldn't get out, his thoughts about Yang Xuan would only make him fall deeper into the darkness . Maybe not so scary, after all, he was used to the dark.

At noon the next day, while Tang Xiaonian was going back to his room to take a nap, Tang Junhe grabbed his underwear again, trying to sneak into the bathroom to wash it off. He walked quickly, and when he passed the study, Yang Xuan was coming out of it. He almost bumped into Yang Xuan, stopped in his footsteps, and looked up.

Yang Xuan showed him a somewhat playful smile, his ears were warm for a moment, he unconsciously hid the ball of **** he was holding behind his back, walked around Yang Xuan and went to the bathroom.

He unfolded his underwear and put them under the running water to rinse, thinking about Yang Xuan's smile just now—it seemed to be different from all his previous smiles, and it seemed to have a joking meaning, which reminded him of those boys in the class Looking back at his expression.

That smile made him a little inexplicable, and he always felt uneasy.

— There is no doubt that Yang Xuan was using the computer in the study just now. But I obviously deleted all the files on the desktop last night, so it shouldn't be discovered...

Tang Junhe absently washed his underwear, thinking about whether he had neglected anything last night. However, his understanding of computers is really lacking, and all uses are limited to groping along the vines, not knowing anything at all.

Tang Junhe hurriedly dried the washed underwear, went into the study again and turned on the computer. If he didn't check it again, he would faintly feel uneasy.

The computer was still running the boot program, and he suddenly realized that the download record on the download software was not deleted!

Did Yang Xuan see it? Tang Junhe held his hands tightly together, waiting for the computer to turn on, and he prayed in his heart that Yang Xuan hadn't used the download software just now.

The computer desktop was displayed, and he nervously held the mouse, opened the download software, unconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and then clicked on the completion list.

The last glimmer of hope was also cut off - those few adult videos with bad titles were sitting in the list calmly, and the movie that Yang Xuan downloaded a few minutes ago happened to be displayed on the top of that GV.

Oh my god... Tang Junhe groaned in his heart. For the first time, on his beautiful face that was always indifferent, there was an expression that could be described as "complex".