Straight male cannon fodder is attracted by the protagonist

The leaves are withered and yellow, the temperature drops sharply, the climate in Lanqing City is cooler, and the weather in December is already shivering with cold.

Yu Zhiyi was wearing a long black down jacket. He was extremely afraid of the cold, and his chin was tucked into the turtleneck sweater.

By the time Meng Chan finished his last class, it was already getting dark, and he saw Yu Zhiyi as soon as he went out.

He was lazily leaning against the drink vending cabinet next to him, with his hands in the pockets of his down jacket, his hair was a little long, and it was casually scattered on his shoulders.

His complexion was extremely fair, his lips were dark and red, his eyes were downcast, and he was in a daze.

He was good-looking and attracted many people's attention, but he didn't notice it at all, he was only immersed in his own world, with a calm and indifferent expression, as if he didn't care about everything around him.

Meng Chan's classmates were already used to Yu Zhiyi often waiting outside for Meng Chan. The current students are open-minded and open to homosexuality. Everyone knows the relationship between the two, but they don't say anything about it.

Bai Ziyan tutted his tongue, "Brother Meng, I don't believe what you said is okay. Look at how persistent he is every day. He is sincere to you."

As soon as Bai Ziyan finished speaking, he heard the person next to him sneer, it was Lu Li.

Lu Li still had wounds on his face and bandages on his hands. He turned his hateful eyes on Meng Chan and Yu Zhiyi. The more he looked, the angrier he became. He pulled Bai Ziyan and wanted to leave. Bai Ziyan dodged for a while, "Lu Brother, I won't eat with you tonight, I'm going home."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Lu Li, and just patted Meng Chan, "Then I'm leaving, Brother Meng." He smiled meanly, "I wish you a happy relationship with the elementary school brother."

Meng Chan knew in his heart that the weird relationship between him and Yu Zhiyi could not be explained clearly, and he was already powerless to explain it.

"Fuck you." Meng Chan patted Bai Ziyan's hand away.

Yu Zhiyi raised his head, saw Meng Chan coming out, frowned at him, then glanced at Lu Li again, his eyes turned cold.

Seeing the change in his eyes, Lu Li became even angrier. Now that there were so many people, he couldn't do anything, so he gritted his teeth, gave Meng Chan an aggrieved and vicious look, and left.

Yu Zhiyi glanced at Lu Li gloomyly, and soon recovered his bright eyes, and he approached Meng Chan.

"Brother, let's go have dinner together." Yu Zhiyi walked beside him, shoulder to shoulder with him.

Recently, Yu Zhiyi often came to Meng Chan for dinner, but Meng Chan's persuasion was fruitless. From the initial repulsion to the present indifference, the relationship seemed to be one step closer.

Meng Chan hummed.

Yu Zhiyi pursed his lips happily, "Let's go out to eat today."

"It's fine if you can't eat at school." Meng Chan said casually.

"It's boring to always eat at school." Yu Zhiyi was afraid that he would refuse, so he cut it first and then played, "Anyway, we go out to eat today, and I'll drive, you can't refuse."

Before Meng Chan said anything, Yu Zhiyi had already run away.

"..."

What can he say.

Meng Chan had no choice but to get in Yu Zhiyi's car.After sitting for a long time, Meng Chan was hot and sweaty, and the air conditioner in the car was turned on too high.

"Are you cold?" Meng Chan had already taken off his outer coat.

Yu Zhiyi groaned, and asked in a panic, "Does brother feel hot? I can lower the temperature a bit." He wanted to adjust the temperature as he spoke.

Meng Chan's hand accidentally touched the back of Yu Zhiyi's.

icy cold.

It seems that the air conditioner in the car is a decoration.

Meng Chan blocked Yu Zhiyi's hand to adjust the temperature with his hand, and said, "Farewell, that's it."

Yu Zhiyi snorted, withdrew his hand and drove obediently.

Neither of them spoke, and there was only soft classical music in the car, and the atmosphere was quiet and harmonious.

Meng Chan looked at the scenery outside, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Knowing that Yu Zhiyi got off the car, he took him to turn several corners and walked to an old street. The two stopped at a small shop with simple and elegant decoration.

"Go in, brother." Yu Zhiyi took Meng Chan's hand and wanted to go in.

Meng Chan looked at the signboard with the words "Mian Sheng" on it, and turned his head to ask, "You know this place too?"

Yu Zhiyi didn't say a word, and took him to the store. The store was not big, but it was cleaned very cleanly, and it looked very cozy.

The two found a place to sit down. Yu Zhiyi had a slight obsession with cleanliness, so he wiped down the table and stool before sitting down to answer Meng Chan's question.

"Have you forgotten, brother, you brought me here to eat." Yu Zhiyi replied calmly.

Meng Chan frowned, "Have I brought you here to eat?"

"Ang." Yu Zhiyi said.

Meng Chan didn't remember bringing him here to eat. The location of this small restaurant is very remote, a little far from the school.Meng Chan found this small shop by accident before, because the owner is very similar to his grandmother, and his noodle making skills are also very similar, so he often picks a time to patronize alone.

But because the location is too far away, and the opening time of the store owner is uncertain, Meng Chan has not been here for a while, and few people know that he likes this store.

He was a little surprised and didn't understand how Yu Zhiyi knew about this.

Meng Chan became more and more suspicious of something wrong with her memory.

There were few people in the store, and the boss was a kind-faced lady. She came to receive the guests, saw the faces of the two of them clearly, and said with a smile, "It's you two young men. It's been a long time."

The aunt's tone was familiar, and she seemed to know the two of them very well, as if they came here often, which made her remember deeply.

Yu Zhiyi smiled lightly at the aunt, "Grandma, please get us two servings of beef noodles, which are very spicy."

"Okay." The aunt happily responded.

"You also like the beef noodles from this restaurant?" Meng Chan asked casually.

"Of course." Yu Zhiyi dragged his chin with both hands, his eyes were crooked, "I like whatever my brother likes."

Meng Chan: "..."

He likes to eat the beef noodles here, because it has a strong taste, every time he comes here, he always orders a strong spicy one.

Why is Yu Zhiyi so clear about these little habits?

Meng Chan stared at Yu Zhiyi with serious eyes, with a serious expression.

Yu Zhiyi was uncomfortable being stared at by him, touched his face, and asked uneasily, "What's wrong with my face? Why do you keep staring at me?"

"It's nothing." Meng Chan's voice was emotionless, and no emotion could be heard.

"Oh." Yu Zhiyi was embarrassed by his stare, lowered his eyelids, and touched his red earlobe.

Meng Chan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Blushed?

Didn't you just look at him for a few seconds longer?

So innocent.

The faces of the two quickly met.

"Do you like spicy food?" Meng Chan asked, "This restaurant has a very high degree of spiciness. If you can't accept spicy food, just change it."

Yu Zhiyi smiled at him, "Of course, I like spicy food, just like my brother."

Meng Chan didn't know what to be proud of, so he hummed, "Eat yours."

Meng Chan didn't like to talk when eating, and Yu Zhiyi also ate his own quietly.While eating the noodles, Meng Chan glanced at him and found that Yu Zhiyi was frowning picking the shallots and carrots inside.

"Picky eaters." Meng Chan said to him, he couldn't understand how he was dawdling, so he picked for him neatly.

Yu Zhiyi was very happy, "Thank you brother."

Picky eaters and delicate ancestors.

Meng Chan made a comment in his heart.

Yu Zhiyi ate the noodles slowly, his forehead was sweating, and his eye sockets were moistened by the heat. He lowered his head to prevent Meng Chan from seeing his embarrassment.

He put his hands on his stomach, and suppressed pain appeared in his brows and eyes.

Halfway through eating, he raised his head and smiled at Meng Chan, "Brother, I'll go to the bathroom first."

Meng Chan: "Yes."

Yu Zhiyi stood up slowly and walked towards the bathroom.

Meng Chan glanced at Yu Zhiyi with the end of his eyes, always feeling that Yu Zhiyi's back was stiff and his walking posture was weird.

Yu Zhiyi tried his best to behave normally, and when he was away from Meng Chan's sight, he seemed to be unable to restrain himself. He tightly covered his stomach with his hands, and slowly squatted down while leaning against the wall.

The colic in his stomach made his facial features tightly wrinkled, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his complexion was extremely pale, and the corners of his lips turned white because of the pain he bit.

The spiciness of this restaurant is not for bragging, Yu Zhiyi's fragile stomach couldn't bear it at all.But in order to like what his brother likes, he completely disregarded his own body and endured the pain to have the same likes as Meng Chan.

He thought that this would bring the two of them closer together, and if he liked what he liked, it might make Meng Chan like him more.

Stupid and naive.

After Meng Chan finished his noodles, he saw that the person hadn't come back for a long time, and wanted to send him a message, but he didn't take his mobile phone away.

He waited for a few more minutes, but still didn't come back, so Meng Chan got up to look for him.

When he walked into the corridor, he found a boy squatting on the ground in front of him from a distance. With his thin back and clothes, Meng Chan immediately recognized that it was Yu Zhiyi.

"Yu Zhiyi."

Meng Chan walked up to him, "What are you doing here?"

Yu Zhiyi didn't answer, only a few painful groans escaped from his throat.

Meng Chan's eyes darkened, he squatted down, pinched his chin and turned him around, Yu Zhiyi's face full of pain was revealed in front of his eyes.

Yu Zhiyi's eyes were foggy, his face was bloodless, his lips were bleeding from his bite, and he covered his stomach with his hands, unable to speak in pain.

Meng Chan had never seen Yu Zhiyi's face in such pain. He was stuck for a second, but soon recovered, and quickly asked, "Yu Zhiyi, is your stomach upset?"

Meng Chan imagined that the spiciness of this restaurant made Yu Zhiyi's stomach unbearable.

Yu Zhiyi clutched Meng Chan's wrist tightly with both hands, the cold touch matched Meng Chan's warmth, and he spat out a few words from his throat with difficulty.

"I'm... fine, brother."

Fearing that he would not believe it, he raised his head and smiled at him.

The smile is pale.

Meng Chan didn't want to see him smile like this, so he pinched his cheeks with both hands, and Yu Zhiyi's smile was suppressed, only to hear Meng Chan's steady and calm voice.

"Don't laugh when you're in pain."

Yu Zhiyi was stunned for a few seconds, momentarily forgetting the pain.

"Can you go?" Meng Chan asked again.

Yu Zhiyi nodded, and was about to get up as he spoke, but was bent down again by the cramping pain in his stomach.

Meng Chan wanted to take him to the hospital, but Yu Zhiyi strongly resisted, "I won't go to the hospital."

He grabbed Meng Chan's wrist, "Brother, I just have a stomachache, and I'll be fine soon, so I don't need to go to the hospital."

Meng Chan frowned.

"Trust me, brother, I'm really fine." Yu Zhiyi put his face on Meng Chan's palm, rubbed it lightly, and said in a hoarse and soft tone, "It's enough for brother to stay by my side."

From Meng Chan's angle, he could see that Yu Zhiyi's curled eyelashes were sticking together one by one, making them wet.

He is so fragile.

Meng Chan thought wildly.

At that moment, Meng Chan's desire to protect inexplicably emerged in his mind, which made him feel affection for Yu Zhiyi for a few seconds.

Although short, it exists.

He didn't speak, and stayed by Yu Zhiyi's side silently. Fortunately, there was no one at this time, otherwise the two men squatting here would be tired and crooked, which would probably be discussed.

The author has something to say: fragile boy

ps: Some people do have stomach pains and stomach discomfort if they eat too spicy food, such as me :D, explaining is to show that I am not talking nonsense QAQ