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Fu Heihui coughed dryly and changed the subject: "Why are you in my school?"

He remembered that the school gatekeeper was not easy to talk to. How did Murata, an outsider, come in?

Murata, who had just become "Wangnianjiao" with the guard, was about to answer Fu Heihui when he heard the voice of the guard behind him.Only then did he think about the guard, he jumped over the bushes and rushed to grab Fu Heihui's wrist: "I'll explain to you later! The guard is coming over later, don't let him catch you—"

"Will you climb over the wall?"

Fu Heihui, who was half-dragged and half-dragged to the edge of the fence: "...Yes."

Murata climbed up the wall, moving neatly and quickly.After flipping up, he subconsciously wanted to turn around and hand to Fu Heihui, but Fu Heihui had already flipped up by himself.

He squatted on the wall and looked at the hand that Murata just offered, hesitated for a few seconds, and tentatively put it up.As soon as Fu Heihui's hesitant fingertips touched Murata's palm, he grabbed it.

The hand that holds the knife all the year round is slender and tough, and there are thick calluses accumulated over the years on the palm and finger pulp.But it also has the unique slenderness of juvenile bones.

It seemed to be wrapped in fire through that layer of skin.

The two jumped off the wall, their shirts, feathers, and school uniform jackets were all rustling by the upwind.

Just as the green light on the street outside the school came on, the cars on both sides stopped, and few pedestrians stepped on the sidewalk.

The rosy sunset covered the sky and the gray-black asphalt road, and the white-painted cordon was quiet and silent.

Murata dragged Fu Heihui across the street, stepping over those quiet and silent cordons.

The rosy evening light fell on the boy's black hair and clothes.There is summer heat floating around, but it is no longer as hot as noon.

The scorching heat has turned into a kind of aftertaste like warm water, permeating the evening when the school bell is playing.

Murata ran to the opposite vending machine in one breath, and let go of Fukuroe's hand.He has good physical strength, and he didn't see him panting after running such a long distance.

He fumbled in his pocket, took out a few coins, and threw them into the vending machine: "What do you want to drink?"

Fu Hei was still in a daze, rubbed his hot fingertips, and answered half a beat slower than usual: "...Coke."

From the exit below the vending machine, there was the sound of jars falling to the ground.Murata bent down and picked out two cans of Coke, opened them subconsciously, and handed them to Fu Heihui.

Coke is cold, and when the irritating soda is drowned from the tongue into the throat, it is so comfortable that people want to sigh.

Fu Heihui took the can of ice coke, took two sips and then stopped moving.The two leaned against the hot wall side by side, drank coke, watched the sunset in the sky, but did not speak.

The unique taste of carbonated drinks is also integrated into this summer.

Murata just took a sip and stopped drinking.

He didn't have much feeling for soda, but Fu Heihui chose Coke, so he ordered a can for himself by the way.

Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, and his black hair drooped: "If you don't like drinking soda, you don't need to order soda for yourself... just buy what you like next time."

Murata paused as he turned the soda can.He was a little surprised, and looked at Fu Heihui, but Fu Heihui didn't look at him, and stared down at the Coke can in his hand.

The icy cold soaked from the body of the can slightly lowered the temperature of the palm.

Murata honestly said: "I didn't force myself, because there is only soda in that machine, which I don't like to drink anyway, so why not choose the same one as you."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Murata: "Oh yes, I'm leaving tonight."

Fu Heihui stopped rubbing the soda can: "Going back to Tokyo?"

Murata nodded: "Well. The tasks here are over, and I have to go back to Tokyo to prepare for the start of school."

Fu Heihui didn't answer immediately, he was silent, calmed down for a while, and suddenly followed up: "I won't enter school until next year."

Murata: "I know, aren't you only in the second grade now? You must finish your studies in junior high school before going to a high school, right?"

Fu Heihui: "...um."

Murata glanced at Fu Heihui's side face, his head was slightly lowered, his black forehead hair cast a shadow on his face, and his beautiful eyebrows were framed.Murata intuitively feels that Fu Heihui seems to be in a bad mood, and he is not sure what he should say now to make Fu Heihui happy.

He was afraid that Fu Heihui would not be happy with what he said.

Fu Heihui seemed to have made up his mind.He picked up the can of Coke, raised his head, and drank it in one gulp; the young man's Adam's apple slid up and down, and a few drops of sweat rolled down and dripped into the socket of the collarbone.

After drinking, he burped with a taste of Coca-Cola, wiped his mouth, and turned to stare at Murata: "Murata——"

Murata straightened his back subconsciously: "Oh, I'm here."

Fu Heihui: "Do you like men?"

He decided not to be subtle and euphemistic with the idiot, but to clarify the matter straightforwardly.

At least make things clear before Murata leaves here for Tokyo.

There was a dull blank expression on Murata's face for a moment.He looked at Fu Heihui blankly, and after two or three seconds, he was shocked: "Why do you think so?"

Fu Heihui approached: "So you don't like it?"

Murata was a little unaccustomed to Fu Heihui's sudden aggressiveness, and his head was a little dizzy from the approaching green eyes, and he stammered: "No...don't you like it? It should be——I probably don't like it -"

Fu Heihui pursed his lips, stepped back, and the two of them opened up again.

He crushed the empty coke can, threw it into the trash can, put his hands in the pockets of his school uniform jacket, and walked home coldly.Murata was left behind by him, inexplicably felt that Fu Heihui should be angry.

He subconsciously chased after him, wanting to speak.Fu Heihui spoke faster than Murata: "No apology, no review, no confession!"

Murata: "..."

Is Fu Heihui the roundworm in his stomach? !

night.

Yinshen's car was driving on the road, and his favorite songs were playing in the car.

In the back seat sat Murata and Nisaka Natsuyu respectively.Murata rested his chin on one hand and looked out the window.

Yinshen saw Murata's rarely sullen expression from the mirror, and raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you go to meet someone? Why do you seem to be even more unhappy after seeing someone?"

Murata: "... Yinshin, the person I like seems to like men."

Yinshen was at a loss: "Ah, isn't this a good thing?"

Murata was shocked: "How can this be a good thing? He is also a man!"

Yin Shen: "... Murata."

Murata: "Huh?"

Yinshen took a deep breath: "Do you still remember that you are also a man?"

Murata: "..."

Xia Yu, who had been listening in, spoke in confusion: "The person you like likes men, and you are a man, so don't you two like each other?"

Murata: "Okay, that seems to be the reason?"

Yinshen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You two...you can't say that, the truth is not that—"

Xia Yu was at a loss: "Isn't that so?"

Murata, who has completely figured it out: "I think that's how it is!"

Hidden God: "..."

So tired, when will his days of being a father, a mother and a part-time love teacher be over?

Murata poked out a small head from the back seat: "Yin Shen."

Yinshen's brows twitched, suddenly feeling bad: "What are you going to do again?"

Murata was very serious: "Fu Hei may also like me, should I go back and ask him if he wants to have a relationship with me by the way?"

"Didn't you say that? If you like someone, you have to work hard to fall in love with him!"

Hidden God: "..."

Come on a time machine, he'll go back and shut up now.