I am straight!

After the soup was cooked, he went to knock on Claude's door—as a result, he refused to open the door to death, and he was probably still immersed in the afternoon's "falling into the water incident".

puff.

I held back my laughter, and told him to go to the refrigerator to eat when he was hungry, and then went back to the kitchen to eat with An and the others.

I prepared chopsticks for Ann, and put the spoon and fork aside for later use—I can’t always spoil the children, I have to let them practice eating by themselves.

Ann didn't have my help, and it was really difficult to pick up vegetables, but the kid's frowning but unwilling appearance is really cute.

I ate half a bowl of rice, and I was full after drinking some soup. After everyone finished eating, I looked at Elliot—he calmly ignored my gaze.

"...It seems..." I smiled: "Anyone wants to eat bitter melon tomorrow?"

"...I'm going to wash the dishes." Ai Lue was finally afraid of my threat, and got up to wash the dishes resentfully.

An also obediently helped clean up the dishes and brought them to the sink.

Huh, let these young and old masters do this... It's actually a grievance... They must have never done these things at home.

I leaned over the table, watching them clumsily busy - suddenly felt a little warm.

It's been a long time...it hasn't been this lively.

The original home was always quiet, with only my little brother by my side. After a long time, of course I would feel lonely.

Coming to this school was like an important forking point in my life journey.

I thought it was a rough path at first, but unexpectedly discovered that there are also flowers in full bloom, green and fragrant, and the companions I met on the way also made me feel warm and considerate.

"There is still a long time..."

"what?"

"I want to live with you under the roof for two years, Ann for four years, and a long, long time..."

"Well, there are still four years." An replied softly.

"...Two years...?" Elliot stopped washing the dishes, wondering what he was thinking, and he was a little lost in thought.

"Hey, present." I tossed Ann the keychain I had been keeping in my pocket.

An took it in his hand, looked at the thumb-sized keychain sheet music, and raised the corners of his mouth: "...Thank you."

Different from the smile I saw for the first time, this time Ann just raised the corners of her mouth slightly and then withdrew the smile - but the short-lived beauty still gave me a sense of accomplishment.

nice! You love it……

"Ai Lue, I don't have any gifts for you right now, sorry," I paused, and continued, "I didn't find one that suits you, so I'll give it to you next time."

"……kindness."

He was not unhappy, and he wiped the plate in his hand indifferently. Although his movements were clumsy, he was careful and did not break any plate.

After washing the dishes, he took out a few speeches from the room: "These three, lyrical, inspirational, and passionate, you choose."

"...You wrote it all?"

"How is it possible?" Elliot smiled: "I asked the Propaganda Department to write it."

... How much power do you have, why is the Propaganda Department under your control...

I took a black line, browsed through it roughly, and then handed back the passionate version and the lyrical version to Elio.

"Have you chosen?"

"Hot blood and literature and art are not suitable for me, inspirational... I am barely calm."

"It's up to you," Elliot tilted his head: "Just don't be so nervous that you can't speak."

"How could I be nervous."

"...You are already sweating, Chord." An said calmly.

"...it's just too hot."

That's right, it's just too hot.

I tried my best to convince myself, to convince Ann, to convince Elliot.

The author has something to say: Oh, the chord is tragic.

37. SMS...

Although I said I was not nervous-but how could it be possible!

In front of two or 3000 people, I gave a speech that even I thought was hypocritical... Damn, I think I'm getting stage fright now.

Ann also went into the room to write a speech. In fact, I think that if this kid plays on the spot, he should be very good. There is no need for a speech, because he just stands there, even if he doesn’t say anything. By doing nothing, you can attract everyone's attention.

No one can ignore him.

This is actually a kind of talent, a kind of innate talent, which shows that An will one day become the best.

It's different from me.

I scratched my head and went into the kitchen to make coffee.

The coffee is rolling in the coffee pot, and the mellow and thick smell, like fine silk, wraps my sense of smell and makes me feel lazy.

After the coffee was made, I went to Elliot with a coffee cup.

Elliot lives right across the door from me - there is a poster of himself on the door, so I don't think it's his room.

I knocked on the door, and after a while, Elliot said 'come in'.

"A chord?"

Ai Lue wiped the dripping water stains on his hair, probably just after taking a shower, his cheeks were reddish, his sea blue eyes were moister than usual, bright and attractive, only a bathrobe was left on his body, The belt was not fastened properly, and it was half opened, revealing his white and toned chest, but he himself didn't care about his exposure. When he saw me, his expression became softer, he beckoned me in, and took the coffee from my hand.

"En~ Little Chord is better, understanding, and trustworthy... The coffee made by Little Chord is delicious." He poked out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips. For some reason, he always felt that his behavior was more beautiful and attractive than usual a little, but...

"I said you... aren't you cold?"

"...Huh?" I saw Elliot's expression froze.

"Although it's only the end of August, this year's autumn is earlier than in the past, and it's a bit cold at night-it's impossible not to dress well." I sighed, stretched out my hand to help him pull up his collar-and found him His face was getting darker and darker.

"What's wrong?" I asked him suspiciously.

"... I really shouldn't expect you to be enlightened after seeing this."

"what?"

"...cut." He turned around and drank the coffee in his cup as if angry.

"I added four sugars, you like sweet coffee, right?"

"……kindness……"

"Anyway, it's good if you don't hate it. Go to bed early, I'll go first."

"Hey? Won't you chat with me?"

"I have to go back and memorize the speech -- it's so long, I don't know how long it will take to memorize it..." There are a thousand or two thousand words of the speech, but there is only one day left to memorize tomorrow... Forget it, how much can I recite No matter how much, if you can't remember it, just play it on the spot.

Elliot smiled lightly: "It's okay, when the time comes, you put on your earphones, what I read, what you recite."

...... Is that all right? !

"No one ever made a rule that freshman speeches couldn't be cheated."

"...it doesn't seem to be... Phew, forget it, I'll talk about it later, yes, I almost forgot," I waved my hand, and blocked this guy's face, "I know you are more open in the West, brothers It's okay to hook your shoulders, flirt, but..."

"But?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

"Well, that is to say, Orientals are more reserved in this regard, so don't always post it suddenly, I won't get used to it."

"... Ann and Bell often stick by your side."

"It's not the same," I shook my head: "They are younger brothers, but you are friends. How could it be the same?"

"...Brother..." Ai Lue laughed treacherously: "Since he is already a younger brother, it is impossible for him to become a closer relationship."

"What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." As he said, he leaned over again, and his warm breath hit my neck, which was a little itchy, which made me feel uncomfortable again.

"I said you, didn't I say don't post it so suddenly, I won't learn..."

"You're not used to it, right? You'll get used to it after a while," he said confidently, and continued, "You have to know that most of the people in this school are Westerners, and the kissing gift or something is enough for you. It’s better to get used to it now than to be rude because you don’t get used to it, don’t you think?”

...seems quite reasonable.

I sigh, compromise.

"Okay, you're allowed to get closer, but hold on to your limits!"

"Understood, it is my honor to be close to you, Your Highness the Princess."

"...Also, change that strange name for me."

"Hey? No, I like this name very much~"

"You role-play too much."

I dismissed it calmly.

Elliot lowered his eyelids with a look of disappointment on his face, but then forced a smile on his face: "Well...if you really hate me calling you that..."

"It's very annoying. It's useless for you to make such an aggrieved appearance. It's good to call me a chord, and a minor chord is also good, but calling me Your Highness the Princess will make you unable to bear it!"

"The little chord is so ruthless!~~" Ai Lue turned to the image of a sad prince, and simply pretended to be cute with a flat mouth that was about to cry.

I... I went out speechless, and decided not to discuss the title issue with him.

Back in the room, lying on the bed and reading the speech, I couldn’t read halfway through it—it was too hypocritical.

If I heard it in the audience, I might feel moved, but if I read it on stage...

I sighed, took out the phone and looked at the contacts stored in the phone.

Former classmates and teachers, friends and neighbors, younger brothers and parents, and many new friends and roommates who came here to meet—and the seniors who just joined the address book today.

Senior Nasser is really a good person, he likes small animals, and while being strict(?) to people, he is also gentle and kind...

Thinking about it, I involuntarily pressed a few buttons in my hand and sent a text message to the senior.

'Senior, I'm Chord, how are those little birds now? '

I waited a few minutes for no reply.

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