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Song Boyang looked at Zhou Chiyu, Zhou Chiyu looked at Song Boyang, the two looked at each other, but they were speechless.

A second later, Song Boyang was the first to break the silence, "It's not me, it's really a friend of mine."

Zhou Chiyu glanced at each other quietly, but said nothing.

"No! You believe me, I really have a friend!" Song Boyang emphasized again worriedly.

Zhou Chiyu reacted this time, he said, "Yes."

"Don't you believe it?" Song Boyang wanted to cry, but he didn't want to blame Jiang Jun for no reason, "Zhou Chiyu, I won't lie to you, I have absolutely no intentions towards Xia Shitao!"

When he spoke, he raised his voice a little because of excitement, causing the female students passing by to look at him in surprise.

Zhou Chiyu paused when he heard the words, but his face remained indifferent, as if he was indifferent.

Song Boyang was in a hurry, "Zhou Chiyu, you have to trust me, really, think about it in another place, you think, if I really mean something to someone, I wouldn't ask you to ask so obviously, I'll inquire like this, Wouldn't it be obvious to you at a glance, right?"

Zhou Chiyu glanced at Song Baiyang again, and said lightly, "Okay, stop arguing, trust you."

"Yeah." Song Boyang clenched his fists and whispered, secretly thinking that he had finally solved a huge misunderstanding, and his brows were filled with joy.

The other party's movement was not big or small, but Zhou Chiyu had been paying attention, of course he could hear it clearly, turned his head to look at Song Boyang, and laughed helplessly, "You really..."

For a while, he couldn't find an exact adjective, so he had to stop talking halfway. Fortunately, the other party didn't ask any further questions.

At this time, Song Boyang had already looked ahead and ran to the front, and soon there were many steps away from Zhou Chiyu, so he had to stop and wait for him.

Standing absent-mindedly at the corner of the stairs, Song Boyang was a little dazed.

He still remembers the image information received by the optic nerve when the two people's eyes collided, but it has been quickly forgotten after being turned into an instant memory.

Now Zhou Chiyu's face is only a hazy afterimage in front of his eyes. Obviously, his facial features have begun to blur, but Song Boyang can clearly confirm that when Zhou Chiyu smiles, it is the kind that makes people feel amazing at first glance. It looks good.

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The weather in early October persevered in carrying forward the hot style of September. Aunt Beta, who was watching the store, was sitting on excess monopoly profits, and extravagantly opened the door and turned on the air conditioner.

The moment Song Boyang got into the campus supermarket, he couldn't help sighing, "It's so cool!"

Then he quietly changed his position. After all, Song Boyang knew nothing about buying gouache paints, so he could only follow behind Zhou Chiyu, watching Zhou Chiyu make the choices alone.

If you have to say that God closed a door for Song Boyang when he created him, it is definitely the door leading to the palace of fine arts.

Song Boyang followed Zhou Chiyu's footsteps, walked through a long row of shelves, and finally stopped at the end of the shelf. The gouache paint was on the bottom shelf, so Song Boyang saw Zhou Chiyu squatting down and began to pick up one of the shelves. A bottle of white transparent canned gouache paint, I looked down carefully, and after a while, I started to choose the boxed Marley gouache.

Song Boyang didn't know anything about gouache, so he stood aside and looked down at Zhou Chiyu.

Zhou Chiyu was originally a few centimeters shorter than himself, and his frame was not big. When he squatted down, his whole body became a small ball, as if Song Boyang could pick up Zhou Chiyu by his back collar. Walk.

Song Boyang's gaze shifted from his bony and fair fingers to the back of Zhou Chiyu's jet-black head. His thumb-length short hair rested on the fair skin of the nape of his neck. Some of them stuck into the collar of the blue school uniform. The glands were vaguely covered up, but Song Boyang suddenly remembered Zhou Chiyu's half-neck that was exposed in the air on the day of the physical examination, and the appearance in his memory merged with the scene in front of him without warning.

Song Boyang's Adam's apple rolled.

For no reason, he heard a scientific interview he saw on TV not long ago, exploring the origin and destination of human beings.

"In the long process of evolution, human beings have created another gender boundary besides male and female gender, which makes us feel the magic of nature. Among the three genders of abo, the attraction between a and o pheromones And impulsivity, perhaps a return to basics, because for many animals other than humans, gas is a special language."

The scientists in it candidly share their insights—

"Because the impact of the three genders of abo on human survival is not mature enough, especially in terms of reproduction, even if some people have mutated reproductive organs because of their gender, the continuation of human beings at present It still relies on male and female gender, so abo gender cannot completely replace male and female gender for the time being, so we named it companion gender."

Song Boyang looked away from him in a hurry as if he was scalded by the other party.

"But we have reason to speculate that perhaps in the future, the abo gender will replace the distinction between men and women, the barrier that only women can conceive will be broken, and society will have more tolerance for homosexuality. Of course, at that time, in abo Under the dominance of gender, the groups that were originally called homosexuals can no longer be regarded as homosexuals in the true sense."

Hey!

Song Boyang gritted his molars and thought.

It must be my autumn hair.The estrus has advanced, or the unknown attraction between AO is at work.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have such a moment to be interested in sex.

Song Boyang, whose thoughts drifted to nowhere, was pulled back to reality by the other party's words——

"I've chosen."

Zhou Chiyu got up when Song Boyang was caught off guard, and the latter looked a little unnatural.

Song Boyang turned his head and blinked frantically several times, and then threw a question to the other party without thinking. "Why do you buy the four colors of red, yellow, blue and white in transparent cans, but buy other colors in strips?"

For Song Boyang at this time, the answer didn't seem to be very important, the important thing was to clear away the distracting thoughts in his mind.

So Song Boyang said silently in his heart, emptiness is form, and form is emptiness.

After reading it three times, I felt that the impulse in my body had finally eased.

Hey, young people are energetic and impulsive.

Over there, Zhou Chiyu piled four cans of paint on top of the paint box and walked slowly to prevent the plastic cans from falling off the carton, "Because in theory, red, yellow and blue can make almost all colors -"

But the flexible and compact paint cans are already crumbling along with Zhou Chiyu's pace.

"Let me get some for you." Song Boyang suddenly said, and before the other party agreed, he had already picked up the red and blue plastic cans with his left hand, and the yellow and white plastic cans with his right hand. It is very easy to use a jar, and the gouache carton is empty in one click.

Zhou Chiyu was stunned for a second, and glanced at the empty box of gouache in his hand, which had already revealed the Marley logo, and then looked up at Song Boyang.

"Thank you."

"You are too polite." Song Baiyang smiled, "We have helped each other several times anyway, you don't have to be so polite with me, it seems very strange."

Zhou Chiyu pursed his lips before saying, "Okay."

Song Boyang said: "Where did you just talk, you can continue talking."

Zhou Chiyu thought for a while, and then began to say, "In theory, red, yellow and blue can make all the colors. Of course, in reality, it is impossible to make white, so I still need a can of white paint. There are white pigments, but there are too few of them. White is a very commonly used color in painting, so I buy more of the four colors of red, yellow, blue and white.”

"Although the three primary colors can be used for coloring, the colors produced are different every time, and the colors are easy to be discarded, so we need boxed gouache."

"In fact, when blackboard newspapers need to be colored in a large area, we generally give priority to using the basic color, or the color produced by two basic colors, which is more convenient to operate. For some small-area coloring, we prefer I tend to use other colors in the boxed gouache. This is more economical, otherwise it would be a waste to buy all the colors in cans.”

"Oh, so." Song Baiyang nodded repeatedly.

Although he didn't understand much, Zhou Chiyu's answers to the questions were clear and well-organized, and he could also adjust the color, knowing that the other party was awesome and it was over.

"Shall we pay then?"

Zhou Chiyu asked, "Don't you buy the refill?"

Song Boyang was startled.

In fact, he only recently stocked up a box of [-] pens. He said that he was short of refills, and he just wanted to find a reason to go to the campus supermarket with Zhou Chiyu, so he didn't pay attention, "Yeah, I almost forgot."

But for high school students, there are too many things like pen refills.

This is Song Boyang leading Zhou Chiyu to a corner, stacking all kinds of boxed refills on the shelf at eye level, Song Boyang's eyes quickly scanned, and soon locked on the target, He took out a box of refills, "This is it, only eight yuan a box, recommended by conscience, easy to use and cheap."

Zhou Chiyu still remembered that the brand Song Boyang said was called Wenming, so he really found these two words on the carton, black, white, silver and green, and Zhou Chiyu silently wrote down the appearance of the packaging.

"As the saying goes, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. I have actually written about any brand, so I finally chose this one. A refill of a famous big brand is expensive. Just drop it on the ground, regardless of whether it is head-on or not. If you pick it up again, you will definitely not be able to write it. I won’t name and criticize a batch of tasteless ones.”

Song Boyang threw the paper box in his hand into the air, caught it with one hand, and blinked at the other party, "You can try this kind when you run out of pen refills in the classroom."

Zhou Chiyu looked at Song Boyang quietly, then turned around suddenly and went back to get a box.

Song Boyang wondered, "Are you short of refills too?"

"An extra box is fine."

The first reaction in Song Boyang's heart was that the two of us, who had no shortage of refills for the time being, didn't know what was going on.

Is this a tacit agreement?

Song Boyang found it funny for no reason.

"That's right, a box of refills will be finished soon." Song Boyang's eyes were firm, and his tone was firm, "Buy, rest assured, the things I recommend will not be bad."

"Really?" Zhou Chiyu glanced at the other party and said calmly, "Then what about the Lanzhou beef soup you recommended to me?"

"That was an accident." Song Boyang winked, pretending to beg for mercy, "I don't know that you don't like green onions and spicy food, give me another chance."

Zhou Chiyu smiled lightly, "All right."

After the two paid the money, they went to the classroom.

Song Boyang cooperated with Zhou Chiyu's pace and walked slowly. If he accidentally walked too fast, he would stop and wait for the other party to catch up.

He has always adhered to the principle of not letting the atmosphere cool down, and he chatted with Zhou Chiyu along the way, looking for something to talk about.

Fortunately, Zhou Chiyu was not bothered.

When he was about to reach the corner of the last staircase, Zhou Chiyu suddenly said, "Didn't you want to help your friend find out about Xia Shitao?"

"You can come to me. I have some intersection with her, and I can help you pay attention."

Song Boyang was stunned.

But the problem is, I just want to find out if she is interested in you.

Song Boyang felt strange in his heart, and even laughed a little. Is it okay to instigate the object of observation directly?

He hesitated in his heart, but his body responded quickly. He didn't even think about it, "Okay."

Although I don't know why Zhou Chiyu wanted to help me, but anyway, I agreed first. After all, Mr. Zhou rarely offered to help, and it was better than fighting alone to collect information.