The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

In the next night of self-study, the two of them walked home together, the night wind felt very comfortable on their bodies, and the street was filled with the aroma of food stalls.

Jiang Han didn't talk much, and after walking for a while, he couldn't hold back his itch and asked, "What did you and Li Ye say this afternoon?"

"See?"

"I just saw it when I was playing basketball." Jiang Han turned his head, his voice was sullen, "It seems that we have chatted for a long time. What else do you and her have to talk about besides studying."

Wen Yan smiled, walked to the river at night, looked at the sparkling water and said, "She said she likes me."

Jiang Han raised his head, his dull voice caught in the wind: "Oh, and then, you agree?"

"I don't like girls."

Wen Yan looked back at him.

"Just don't like it now, how do you know you won't like it in the future? They say that many of them are bisexual, but they just haven't met anyone they like."

If one were to describe Jiang Han with an animal at this moment, it would look like a wolf dog with drooping ears, drooping tail, and an awkward body.

His beloved toy has been robbed, but he can't get it back, because you don't know if the toy will get angry and run farther next time.

"Jiang Han, I was born with it."

Jiang Han was taken aback: "What is born..." Then he reacted, "How do you know that you are born?"

Wen Yan looked at him for a while, and said: "Some people are bent, and some are born. I... probably haven't liked anyone before, so I don't like girls either."

"Oh……"

Hearing this statement for the first time, Jiang Han thought for a while, but his attention was focused on the latter sentence "I have never liked anyone else".

Wen Yan never liked anyone else.

Jiang Han was overjoyed at first, and then felt an unknown sense of loss.

It's strange, Wen Yan has never liked anyone before, what is he missing...

"Jiang Han, are you sick?" Wen Yan asked.

"what?"

"Do you think homosexuality is disgusting?" Wen Yan asked again.

Jiang Han was stunned: "Yanyan, although I am not, I have never felt disgusted. I like it, I like it, regardless of gender."

"What would you do if one day you were gay?"

Wen Yan continued to ask.

Jiang Han opened his mouth, dumbfounded.

He couldn't answer that question because he wasn't.

"Yanyan, what happened to you today?"

He felt that Wen Yan's question was a bit sharp today.

But in the next second, Wen Yan smiled again: "I'll just ask, go back."

"Eat something and go back."

Jiang Han sniffed his nose, his appetite whetted: "It smells so good, I'm a little hungry. Yanyan, are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, what would you like to eat?"

"Then eat something with me, summer is the best time to barbecue."

Ordered a bowl of fried noodles and kebabs.

A boy of this age is just growing up, and the big bowl of fried noodles quickly bottomed out.

Jiang Han ate half full, picked up a skewer of beef and handed it to Wen Yan's mouth: "Yanyan, try it, the barbecue here is really delicious."

Wen Yan frowned, Jiang Han looked at him sincerely: "I didn't lie to you, no oil."

Wen Yan glanced at him, hesitated and opened his mouth to bite.

After swallowing it, Jiang Han immediately asked: "How is it, isn't it spicy?"

"good."

Jiang Han handed another string to Wen Yan's mouth.

"I'll come by myself."

After supper, the two walked home together.

"I seem to have grown taller again."

Jiang Han compared his height: "You used to reach my ears, but now you reach a little below my ears."

Wen Yan ignored him.

"You are really thin, you should eat more."

Jiang Han glanced at Wen Yan's waist, remembered something and said, "Do you not eat supper at night?"

"Generally do not eat."

Wen Yan walked with his head down.

"That was an exception just now, no wonder your skin is so good."

Jiang Han was in a good mood today, and said whatever came to his mind: "But your skin was pretty good when you were young. You are the whitest in the yard. They are all dark and not as fun as you, nor are you..."

He wanted to say that he was not as "pretty" as you, but he remembered that after calling Wen Yan "beautiful sister" last time, Wen Yan hit someone.

He touched his nose and said, "It's not as good-looking as you."

"Why do you call me pretty sister?" Wen Yan asked.

Jiang Han let out an "ah", feeling a little guilty: "The first time I saw you when I was a child, you looked whiter than a girl, so I thought you were a girl..."

In the end, the voice became smaller and smaller.

When she was a child, Wen Yan was like an exquisite doll that came out of a painting, with big watery eyes and milky white delicate nose and lips, everything was lively and beautiful.

Jiang Han stared blankly for a few seconds the first time he saw it.

He couldn't think of any adjectives, so he could only use "beautiful" to describe it.

After a while, Wen Yan said: "I don't like people to use 'beautiful' to describe me."

"Why?" Jiang Han asked, "Is it because it describes girls?"

Unknowingly arrived in the community, Wen Yan said: "There is no reason, I just don't like it."

"Okay, I won't say anything."

Jiang Han glanced at Wen Yan's balcony, expecting to say, "Yanyan, can I come to sleep at your place after taking a shower tonight?"

"No."

Wen Yan ruthlessly refused.

"Ah, why?"

Jiang Han was frustrated.

"There's no reason, it just doesn't work."

After walking a few steps, Wen Yan turned his head again: "You are not allowed to turn over the balcony, and I will install anti-theft windows."

Jiang Han had no choice but to give up when his careful thoughts were punctured: "Okay...that's good night."

"Good night."

One week before the exam, the classroom was full of chaos, calm and naturally calm, running all over the ground with huggable feet.

On Wednesday, the exam seating chart came out, this time according to grades.

For those who want to cheat by copying, they can only look at the ocean and sigh.

"Dead, dead, no one can save me this time."

Facing the helpless seat chart, Wang Junlin complained in despair: "Brother Han, Wen Xueba, it seems that they are destined to separate us."

Luo Qing was a little amused: "Old Wang, please be blessed."

"Fuck! This report card is sent to the parents again, why don't you just create a group."

Wang Junlin was full of anger and complained.

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao will be there, Jiang Jiaguo walked into the classroom.

"We will build a parent group this week, and we can notify you of anything in it."

Wang Junlin was dumbfounded, the "fuck" didn't come out for a long time.

"It's a holiday and it's not easy."

Luo Qing was also speechless: "You fucking mouth is crow's mouth."

"You're not gloating."

After registering the number, the classroom was full of wailing again.

Jiang Han and Wen Yan's seats were the front and back seats, next to the podium.

The day before the exam, Wen Yan selected a few English compositions for Jiang Han to memorize, and Jiang Han memorized them very seriously.

Then, that night, she turned into the balcony of Wen Yan's house.

Jiang Han grinned: "Yanyan, I'm here to ask you to recite English."

For good reason, and with a pillow.

The two of them recited until eleven o'clock in the evening.

After going to bed, Jiang Han consciously moved Wen Yan's place.

It's been a long time since I hugged anyone, and Jiang Han couldn't put it down as soon as he lay down.

"It's summer vacation, Yanyan, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, maybe find a part-time job."

Wen Yan was tickled by him and pushed him with his hand.

Jiang Han withdrew his hands, resting his hands on the back of his head leisurely: "Lack of money? Yanyan, I will support you."

"No, boring to pass the time."

"Tsk, good student."

After saying this sentence, Jiang Han suddenly turned over and pressed Wen Yan skillfully under him: "Yanyan, I really have money to support you. Don't you believe it?"

Wen Yan pushed him, but Jiang Han remained motionless.

Wen Yan was a little annoyed: "I believe it. Jiang Han, can you stop doing things all the time?"

Jiang Han rolled over. "Oh, you don't like it?"

Wen Yan didn't speak.

After a while, Jiang Han said again: "Yanyan, you can feel it back, I have six-pack abs."

As she spoke, she took Wen Yan's hand and touched her stomach.

"Jiang Han!"

Wen Yan was really annoyed now: "I'll ignore you if you do this again."

Jiang Han let go of his hand: "It's really easy to touch, they can't touch it even if they want to. Yanyan, I'll touch it for you..."

Wen Yan turned over: "Sleep."

"Good night then."

The hand stretched out naturally to wrap Wen Yan's waist.

"Hot, take it away."

Jiang Han leaned over: "Just hug for a while..."

On the second day of the exam, the two stepped into the exam room again.

Wen Yan lack of sleep.

At night, Jiang Han always clings to him, Wen Yan is so hot that he can't sleep, pushes away and clings to him like a dog.I was pestered for a while in the morning, and I was almost late again.

"Don't come to my house to sleep tonight."

After entering the examination room, Wen Yan gave a warning.

"As ordered."

Jiang Han agreed with all his heart, he was smart in his calculations, and it would definitely not work if he went too often. Wen Yan went once or twice a week and there was no reason to refuse him.

The first class is mathematics, two and a half hours, and no early submission is allowed.

Jiang Han finished the test paper in an hour and a half, and drafted it in half an hour.

Today Wen Yan was wearing a short-sleeved school uniform shirt, revealing a section of the fair nape of his neck. Flipping through the test papers, he could see thin, white wrists, and his sitting posture was very upright.

This person is so white that it shines.

Jiang Han also thought of how he thought he had a bad face because of his soft words and too white at the beginning of school, and then recalled the later contact between the two.

I was so engrossed in thinking that I laughed out loud without noticing.

"The second classmate in the third row, what are you talking about?"

The teacher has spoken.

Jiang Han put away his smile.

After the teacher turned around, Wen Yan looked back at Jiang Han and asked.

Jiang Han coughed and said in a low voice, "I thought of something."

Wen Yan glanced at him again.

"Things related to you." Jiang Han said.

Wen Yan was stunned for a second, then turned around, the tip of her ear was slightly red.

Subconsciously pinched his fingers.