Everyday life at Midtown High School

Pooh is horrified by Thompson's request.

Until Thompson added another sentence of explanation in a panic: "I just... just want to know whether it was a coincidence, or I was to you..."

"Accidentally!" Pooh decisively interrupted his next words.

He didn't expect that the things he had almost forgotten were still so badly remembered in his heart that he planned to repeat it again?

This is so embarrassing.

Pooh's face flushed red all of a sudden.

There was an awkward silence in the ward.

After a while, Pooh took a deep breath and broke the silence first: "Thompson."

"Call me Flash," said Thompson, a little impatiently.

"Flash, we may have misunderstood."

Pooh said in a good-tempered manner, "I thought you hated me, and you hated being gay, too."

"I don't know, it should have been like this..."

Thompson looked a little confused, and said very frankly: "I hate all sissies. Just thinking that I will be shown love by several men makes me sick!"

"Are you really confident that you have been shown love by several men?"

Even in this situation, Pooh couldn't hold back his disgust for a moment and curled his lips: "Don't worry, not all gays are sissies, and there aren't that many people who fall in love with you."

"But, Pooh, I have a reaction to you..."

Thompson looked worried, and said worryingly: "I fell in love with you, so I am a sissy? But I really can't do it! Look at my burly figure, If you put on a skirt and put on lipstick, can you still watch it?"

Pooh blushed at first, but wanted to laugh again. He was a little confused and didn't know how to react.

"Where did you see such a mess of ideas?" He couldn't help but stop and said, "Please, stop making up your mind! I've already said that not all gays are sissies! I usually You don’t even wear a skirt and put on lipstick!”

"You look quite feminine, don't you look ugly in a skirt and lipstick?"

Thompson hesitated.

"Who the hell wants to wear a skirt and put on lipstick! Why didn't I know you have such a rich imagination?"

Pooh felt like his head was going to smoke.

"Listen, Thompson, you're simply intimidated by your own imagination."

He tried his best to suppress his maddening mood, and said comfortingly: "That time was a normal physiological reaction, as long as it is a man will have it... You can really completely and completely forget about it, and never have to remember it .And I'm not going to tell anyone, I swear, because it really was just an accident."

"So, I'm different from you, not gay? And I don't need to be a sissy?" Thompson asked stubbornly.

"Are you the only one who knows?" Pooh impatiently corrected him: "If you think you are not, then you are not."

"So, am I normal?" Thompson asked hesitantly.

"Sorry, although I'm gay, I don't think I'm abnormal." Pooh shrugged and retorted with disapproval of his statement.

Thompson's eyes were still clouded.

But this big athlete who used to be a school bully obviously doesn't have any delicate and sensitive nerves. After getting Pooh's answer, he thought very carelessly that he had solved all the problems.Although there seems to be something wrong, at least it is not as tangled and contradictory as before.

"That's great, I'm still normal." He patted his chest with a relieved expression.

Pooh raised his eyebrows, and finally knew what it means to play the piano against the cow, but he was really powerless to continue to correct him.

Then, Thompson grinned broadly, revealing a row of great white teeth.

He praised enthusiastically: "Hey, Pooh, I didn't expect you to look a bit bitch, but you're not bad!"

"...Should I say thank you?" Pooh was not happy at all after being praised.

"You're welcome. I won't bully you anymore, let's be friends!" Thompson continued to say heartlessly.

"Uh..." Pooh lost his temper completely by the tone of a primary school student.

He replied tiredly: "As you please."

When the visit was over, Pooh felt that it was more tiring than taking a writing class.

Especially, after leaving the hospital, Harry has been staring at him strangely...

"God, if you want to ask anything just ask, don't look at me like that, okay?" Pooh yelled unbearably.

"OK." Sure enough, Harry asked directly: "Then tell me, what did you and Thompson talk about alone?"

Thinking of the weird conversation with Thompson, Pooh slightly lowered his head uncomfortably.

But soon, he slightly raised his eyelids, smiled at Harry, changed the subject and joked, "Since when did you gossip like this?"

"What? You actually gossip about me?" Harry raised his eyebrows and asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." Pooh suppressed a smile to look at him, and added an explanation: "Maybe not before, but this time... it's a little bit."

"Fuckinghell, Pooh! Who do you think I'm for this time?"

"...I don't know."

"Hey, don't be stupid!" Harry tugged at Pooh's schoolbag angrily.

Pooh avoided it with a smile. While walking backwards, he argued to Harry, "I didn't pretend! I'm not a mutant, so how could I know what's going on in your mind?"

"Don't you want to hear me say anything nasty, Pooh bastard!"

"Is it nasty to care about me?"

"Ha, what are you daydreaming about?"

Harry denied it and said bluntly, "I don't care about you."

Pooh looked at him and wanted to laugh, but he was afraid that he would really make people angry, so he could only hold back.

'Harry is so cute! ' he said silently in his heart.

Then, he took the initiative to lean over, bumped his shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Harry, don't be angry, let me buy you a drink."

"Don't! You're so childish sometimes, Pooh!" Harry took out a pack of cigarettes from his trousers, pulled out one casually, and put it in his mouth.

He tilted his head slightly, blocked the wind with his hands, lit the cigarette with a lighter and said, "Why don't you drink, why don't you go to my house to drink."

"Then, let you get drunk and mess around again?"

Pooh couldn't help but nodded.

Harry immediately grinned.

Holding the cigarette between his fingers, he winked shamelessly at Pooh, and asked with a smug smile, "yeah, I'm actually in pretty good shape, right?"

"Harry!" Pooh yelled, scowling.

Harry glanced at him and asked, "Isn't it?"

"If you do this again, I'm really going to lose my face!" Pooh said angrily.

"Why?" Harry stared at him in surprise.

"It's like... like..." Pooh thought about it and said, "Think about it, a girl once stripped naked in front of you...afterwards, she kept saying flirty things to you...what would you think?"

Harry held the cigarette between his fingers, and couldn't straighten up laughing: "I would think, thank God, what a blessing this is!"

"Obviously it will be very troublesome, okay!!" Pooh immediately shouted angrily: "I feel very uncomfortable when you are like this."

"Ok, ok! My fault." Harry narrowed his eyes with a smile, turned the cigarette upside down in his hand, and handed it over: "Apologize."

"I don't smoke." Pooh stretched out his hand unhappily and refused.

"One sip won't make you addicted," said Harry with a stubborn smile.

Pooh looked at him, and finally reached out to take it in a compromised hand.

When receiving the cigarette, the fingers of the two touched each other lightly...

But Pooh just lowered his head, trying to put the cigarette he took clumsily into his mouth, but he didn't notice Harry's focused eyes when he was looking at him.

"Cough cough cough..." After taking a puff, Pooh coughed again and again, and returned the cigarette to him: "I don't like this stuff."

"I sometimes suspect that you are not sixteen, but six." Harry laughed at him again, took the cigarette and put it in his mouth again.

Pooh smiled, a little frustrated.

Obviously in front of others, he belongs to the active and free-spirited party, but every time in front of Harry, he seems to have degenerated to five years old... To be exact, he ran away from home at the age of five and met Harry for the first time that day.

"Harry, do you remember when we first met?"

Because I just thought of it, Pooh asked it out of the way.

"Remember, you are sitting on the ground dirty, so small..."

Harry raised his hand, gestured casually, and said casually, "I was sitting in the car, and I happened to see you through the window, so I asked the driver to stop, got out of the car, and picked you up."

Pooh puffed his face unwillingly, and complained, "You treated me much better then than you do now!"

"Is there?" Harry couldn't help but ask with a smile raised his eyebrows.

"Of course there is!"

Pooh said angrily, "You were only a little older than me at the time, but when you got out of the car and talked to me, you liked to pretend to be an adult, but your tone was very nice. When you walked up to me, you asked like this—[You so Cute, why hasn’t anyone brought you home yet?]”

"What?" Harry teased him with a smile, "Did I really say that?"

Pooh immediately said angrily: "Hey, why do you think I chose to go with you at that time? Isn't it because of your good eyesight!"

Harry immediately couldn't help laughing: "After a long time, you still want to boast!"

"certainly not."

Pooh couldn't help laughing himself: "I just want to say...Harry, you've been my best friend since I was five years old. So..."

"what?"

"So, I don't want to ruin this friendship."

"So... so..." Harry imitated his tone and asked, "What are you trying to say?"

"Stop playing tricks on me!"

Pooh pursed his lips, and said quickly, "You are different from me. You marry a wife and have children to inherit the Osborne business. We... I don't want to mix other things into our friendship."

Harry fell silent.

He looked at Pooh and asked in a strange tone, "Do you think I've been playing tricks on you?"

"Isn't it? You can't really be my boyfriend!" Pooh shook his head amusedly.

He also persuaded in a very good temper: "It's nothing, Harry! I'm not so mean, I won't be angry with you."

"You're so smart, Pooh!"

Harry praised with a half-smile, "I've known you for so many years, how come I never found you so smart?"

"Uh...it's not too late to find out now."

Pooh smiled happily for some unknown reason.

"Fuck you, Pooh!"

"Why are you scolding me again?"

"I'm happy." Harry threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it with his foot: "You go home by yourself, I don't want to see you now!"

"Why?" Pooh opened his eyes wide: "You encouraged me to skip class and said we wanted to go shopping together?"

"Get out!" Harry turned around and left coldly: "I don't want to go shopping now!"

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