born stubborn

"Hey, you have such a temper."

Liang Yue pedaled his bicycle, standing in front of Yuan Yang, against the light, he could still clearly see the playful smile on Liang Yue's face, "I got it right? You two, don't you rent a house here?"

Yuan Yang pulled the schoolbag on his shoulder down, and stepped forward to grab the front of Liang Yue's school uniform.

"Liang Yue, do you fucking deserve a beating?"

Liang Yue was straddling the bicycle with one leg, but Yuan Yang suddenly grabbed his clothes and couldn't stand still, almost falling off.

He held Yuan Yang's finger, and said in a good voice: "Your character is really... I was wrong, I can't beat you, okay?"

Yuan Yang refused to let go, he felt that his patience with Liang Yue had reached its limit.

In fact, since Liang Yue destroyed his quiet place in the classroom, he had long wanted to say something to him, and now is the right time to express his opinion.

"Liang Yue, don't think that everyone in the class is trying to curry favor with you, at least I'm not!"

Liang Yue was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to confess his love, and Yuan Yang would not do it, so he had to tell the truth: "Yuan Yang, I have no other intentions, I just want to be friends with you."

"No need, get out!"

Yuan Yang shoved Liang Yue impatiently, and the horned handlebars turned awkwardly, Liang Yue quickly found a posture and stood firm.

"What are you playing?"

A guy with a rough voice appeared behind him, with a particularly arrogant tone.

Yuan Yang turned his head and saw a burly man about 1 meters tall, also wearing the school uniform of Nanying No. 9 Middle School.

This boy, Yuan Yang, knew that Yang Wei from Physical Education Class 8 was quite famous in No. [-] High School because he was too tall and strong, and had a strange name.

Yang Wei leaned his road bike against the corner and walked towards them.

Standing in front of Yuan Yang, Yang Wei stared and asked a series of questions: "Who the hell are you? Who are you letting go? Let me see the fuck again?"

Yuan Yang is not short, he is 1 meters tall even with his shoes off, but he is thin. Compared with the tall and strong Yang Wei, he is still at a disadvantage, but he is not afraid.

When people are in a hurry, they forget what it means to be afraid, and sometimes they even find trouble,

"Fuck! Want to fight?" Yuan Yang stared back at him in disgust.

Yang Wei clenched his fists and shook Yuan Yang, "Liang Yue is a buddy I have played with since I was a child, you can't bully him!"

Liang Yue, who smelled the smell of gunpowder, quickly grabbed Yang Wei, "Hey, Brother Wei, this is Yuan Yang at my front desk, we were just kidding, I've been waiting for you for a long time, let's go now?"

Yang Wei stretched out a thick round finger from his fist, pointed at Yuan Yang, but looked at Liang Yue, "Is this kid also playing with us?"

"He's going home, are you going or not?" Liang Yue urged him.

"Got it, it's like a reminder."

Yang Wei complained, glared at Yuan Yang again, shook his fist, then went back and rode on the road bike, followed Liang Yue's Shifei like riding a skinny dog, and walked down the street.

Yuan Yang stared at their backs with a cold expression.

Liang Yue suddenly turned his head, with the same smile on his face.

"Crazy!" Yuan Yang scolded him angrily, turned around and entered the community.

"came back?"

As soon as Yuan Yang entered, his uncle Xia Weichu asked him out of habit.

"En." Yuan Yang also replied habitually.

This kind of questioning and answering without any emotional content is like a daily routine, and the content is rarely changed.

In fact, Xia Weichu didn't even lift his head. He was standing in front of the painting table in the hall, holding a big white cloud brush soaked in ink in his hand, and was about to touch up the freehand grapes.Hearing someone enter the door, he intuitively judged that it must be Yuan Yang who came back at this point.

"Are you hungry? Your aunt is out shopping."

Xia Weichu was talking nonchalantly, and put pen to paper on the rice paper to order a wet grape grain, which was full of charm.

"Not hungry, I'll go up first."

Yuan Yang changed into his slippers at the door and walked upstairs with his schoolbag.

Xia Weichu's house is a 180-square-meter duplex, and Yuan Yang's room is the innermost one upstairs.

The next door is Xia Guai, Xia Weichu's only daughter, who is in the first grade of junior high school.

Yuan Yang knew that Xia Guai was doing homework in the room right now, so he tried his best to restrain himself from going upstairs and not make too much noise.

But Xia Guai still knew that he was back, opened the door a wide crack, poked his head out, the newly cut hairstyle looked like a mushroom, staring at the light-footed Yuan with his big round eyes excitedly. Positive.

Seeing her like this, Yuan Yang stopped being cautious, and stepped up two steps at a time.

Xia Guai waved to him quietly, and said in a low voice, "Brother, come quickly."

Generally, Xia Guai’s behavior like this is definitely not a good thing. Xia Guai’s brain looks no different from that of a normal child, but there are miscellaneous little things hidden in her brain, just like her hair. One came out to play with Yuan Yang.

Yuan Yang was inexplicably caught by her tricks not once or twice, and he couldn't dodge them.

"Why?" Yuan Yang asked defensively, frowning.

Xia Guai blinked mischievously, "Brother, have you finished reading the manga I lent you the day before yesterday?"

"Throw it away." Yuan Yang said.

Xia Guai widened her eyes, "You are crazy, I entrusted my classmates to bring it back from overseas."

Yuan Yang approached, pressed her mushroom head and stuffed it into the door. "Stop looking at that kind of weird stuff, and go do your homework."

"Alas……"

Xia Guai gritted her teeth and made a grimace at Yuan Yang that she disliked him.

Yuan Yang ignored her, opened the door and entered his room, closed the door again, threw his schoolbag on the desk, and unzipped his homework.

After digging twice, he remembered that he had handed out all the homework papers to Ding Yuanyuan, so he was liberated today.

As an inferior student, even if he is lying at the desk, staring at the paper but not writing, it will only annoy the world, Yuan Yang thinks this should be a good thing, it should be very cool, applaud or something.

But he slumped in front of the desk lazily for a while, but felt that the days without homework were a bit empty.

It's like getting used to being abused. If you don't take it for a day, you will feel something is wrong.

What was even more frightening was that the things that annoyed him began to pop up in his mind again.

Yuan Yang sat up straight, still looking for something to do.

Yuan Yang took out a few textbooks from his schoolbag, flipped through them, but didn't want to read any of them.

Then, he leaned up in a strange way, lifted the pillow and mattress from the bed beside him, and took out the comic that Xia Guai asked him just now.

On the cover of that manga, there are two boys drawn.

When Xia Guai took pictures of this manga on his desk the day before yesterday, he casually flipped through a few pages, and his eyes widened.

"What the hell, take it away."

"Look, look, this kind of theme is very popular now, my little brother is so handsome, I don't know how to do it?" Xia Guai mysteriously filled his mind with some fringe culture of secondary school.

Yuan Yang's face turned cold, "I'm dazed, the second-year illness is getting worse, be careful, I'll tell your dad."

"You dare." Xia Guai threatened him, "If you dare to tell the truth, I'll tell my dad that you bought this manga, tell my dad that my brother reads Danmei, and that my brother likes men..."

Yuan Yang was startled, and slapped the manga on the face of Xia Guai who was running the train with his mouth full, "Don't fart!"

Xia Guai was shocked by his pressure, paused, rolled her eyes, and suddenly exclaimed: "Oh, little brother," the voice suddenly became so small that it was almost inaudible, "Is there something wrong with your reaction?"

Yuan Yang was taken aback, and casually threw the comic to Xia Guai. "Don't talk nonsense, take it away and go back to your own room."

Xia Guai put the manga aside as if he had discovered some shocking secret, raised a thin white finger and pointed at Yuan Yang, smiling wickedly.

"Brother, I got you out just as a joke, I know, oh I know."

"You know what a fart, get out, and don't come into my room randomly in the future."

Yuan Yang carried Xia Guai like a chicken, and pushed her out the door, but dropped the manga on the bed.

Yuan Yang looked back at the door, it was tightly closed, Xia Guai was doing his homework at this time, and basically wouldn't come to pester him, so he spread out the manga on the desk in peace of mind, and started to read it.

The story in the manga is very simple. The background is a private high school in modern Japan. The protagonist is a delicate junior with weak writing skills who has a crush on a gentle senior.

The junior spends every day racking his brains to create all kinds of romantic encounters with his seniors, but every time he meets his seniors, he is shy and dare not confess, coyly, hesitatingly lingering for more than ten chapters, but no progress has been made.

Yuan Yang, who was watching, couldn't help complaining: "Fuck, is this a man?"

This blurted comment made Yuan Yang suddenly think of Liang Yue's question Hao Tian asked in the corridor, 'Are you a man? '

But Liang Yue actually replied at that time, "Sometimes, it may not be a man." '

Yuan Yang shook his head in contempt, "Really, shameless!"

A message suddenly lit up on the phone, Yuan Yang picked it up and saw it was from Ding Yuanyuan: [The homework is finished, come and get it. ]

Yuan Yang replied: [So fast?Worthy of being a top student. ]

[Well, the questions in the specialty class are easier than ours. ]

[Which building do you live in?I'll get it. ]

[4 buildings with 3 units. ]

[ah?What floor? ]

[7th floor, you don't need to come up, I'll take it down for you. ]

"Damn it!" Yuan Yang felt that there were simply too many coincidences today, as if he had been tricked by someone.

Because he also lived in Unit 4 of Building 3, and it was still on the 6th floor, under Ding Yuanyuan's feet.

Yuan Yang gambled his luck: [Do you live in 701? ]

[how do you know? ]

[Your room is not the one next to the balcony, is it? ]

[? ? ?Have you been to my house? ]

Yuan Yang smiled convinced: [Find a rope to tie up your homework and hang it directly from the window. ]

[? ? ? ]

[I live just below your room. ]

A few minutes later, a rope was indeed hanging down from above. Looking closely, it was a red woolen thread. The coil of homework was tied to the top, and it was hanging outside Yuanyang's window.

Yuan Yang lay down on the desk and leaned over to reach it. A gust of wind blew, and the red wool was swaying left and right.

"boom!"

The door of the room was pushed open, "Brother, I finished my homework, you write..." Xia Guai broke in, seeing Yuan Yang's weird movements, his big eyes blinked in disbelief, and the next words seemed to hit the brakes ,"Is it finished?"