refuse to be gay

【24】

Building 8349 (landlord):

The roommate was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "I didn't spend time with Xiaobaa."

I raised my eyelids and gave him a lukewarm look: "Really? Then the girl I saw chatting with you in the milk tea shop last time wasn't Xiaoba?"

And the one who was waiting for you downstairs in the dormitory the day before yesterday.

And the one who ran with us last night.

Dare I be blind?

The roommate's lips moved, his eyes seemed to contain a little helplessness, and he tried to argue: "There are some things that need to be discussed with her, just meeting and chatting, not counting time and time."

I hummed and groaned twice, the discomfort in my heart still hasn't dissipated.

Why can't we discuss it on the phone? We have to meet each other.We will meet when we meet, and we have to find a milk tea shop.

"What about you?" The roommate paused for a moment, his expression seemed quite indifferent. If I hadn't noticed the nervousness in his tone before, but now, I realized that he was so cautious when he talked to me. .

"What?" I continued to play dumb.

"Who did you go to see?" He asked, and immediately added, "I didn't answer your calls, I didn't reply to your text messages, and the third child said that you disappeared after class, and you didn't come back when you got to the gate."

I rubbed my nose: "The phone is out of battery." I spent too much time browsing the forum during class, and it automatically shut down shortly after I met the monitor.

The roommate waved away a mosquito: "Going to play with friends?"

Me: "Well, the monitor of our class in high school, I asked him something."

The roommate nodded and stopped asking.

"Aren't you curious about what I asked?" I leaned closer to his face, trying to see his expression clearly.

"You didn't ask me, what did I talk about with Xiaobaa." The roommate bent his mouth, and helped me kill a mosquito that was sucking blood on my arm.

"Then what did you talk about?" As soon as his voice fell, I quickly asked, really very understanding.

The roommate was choked up, his eyes were dark, and he looked at me for a few seconds before opening his lips with difficulty: "You."

Hearing this, I raised my hand and rubbed my cheeks, trying to cover up the smile on the corner of my mouth, then whispered into his ear, "I'm asking you, too."

Even though I couldn't see it, I was keenly aware that my roommate's body froze, and the pinnae of my ear gradually turned red.

"Tell me honestly, did you secretly stuff medicine into my drawer when I was injured playing basketball?"

The roommate let out a heavy gasp from his throat, and nodded his head twice.

"The scar on my hand...is it because of me? The squad leader said that after the melee in the league, someone was injured, was it you?"

The roommate's voice was low and hoarse: "It's not serious."

I resisted the urge to look at his wound, and then forced me to ask: "I went to the audience stand of the basketball court to review with the book, are you secretly watching me play?"

The roommate lowered his head: "There are girls all around the court."

I lowered my volume: "Then what about lecturing Xiaobaa? Come to our class after class."

"want to see you."

To be honest, it would be false not to be moved, especially after I realized that I liked my roommate. At that moment, my mood was really sour and sweet. Even now, it is difficult to find suitable words to describe my mood at that time.

"When did you like me?" It seemed that I could ask this sentence with ease, but only I knew how violent my heart was beating at that time.

The roommate breathed tremblingly, and said: "The first year of high school starts, and the national flag speaks."

high school...

It's been six years now.

He finally raised his face, his eyes were full of undisguised affection, and his expression was as disturbed as a criminal waiting to be sentenced to death.

So I finally declared with great kindness: "Then you are at a disadvantage, and I only liked you for a month."