serious about love

After sorting out the papers for almost half an hour, sorting out one by one, stroking the four corners one by one, I felt a little embarrassed when I dawdled.

Jiang Muxing didn't say anything.

The banquet was so quick that Jiang Muxing glanced there, and found that he was concentrating on grading the paper, and couldn't help curling his lips.

Jiang Muxing probably thought he had already left.

Yanhao moved back a few steps lightly, chose a location, took out the phone from his pocket, and stood behind to take a candid photo of Jiang Muxing.

It was just a back view, and Yan Hao took dozens of pictures before going out with the phone in satisfaction.

The door was gently closed, and the office was very quiet.

Jiang Muxing put the pen on the paper, leaned his head back on the chair, and let out a breath with half-closed eyes.

Sitting in one position for too long makes my back stiff.

-

It's a good night to go to Yang Cong's house to eat melons, and the two buddies look at each other with big eyes.

"Compete to see who finishes eating first." Yang Cong said, "I lost, and the newly bought game controller belongs to you."

Yanhao looked at the crescent-cut cantaloupe on the table: "I lost..."

Yang Cong quickly answered: "You lost, tell me about three points of water to make up for your lessons."

Yanhao picked up the melon directly.

"Wait, I haven't shouted to start..." Seeing that he had already started eating, Yang Cong quickly picked up his own and gnawed wildly.

When the feast was over, Yang Cong still had a mouthful.

"Fuck!" Yang Cong threw the melon rind into the trash, staring at Yan Hao, his face and chin were covered with melon juice.

Yan Hao calmly took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, as if he was not the one who cheated: "Any game is inseparable from IQ, you are careless."

Yang Cong: "..."

"Although I won, I will still tell you the matter." Yan Hao got up with a magnanimous look, took off his school uniform and short sleeves and threw it on the ground, "I'll take a shower first, you wait for me on the bed."

Yang Cong's face contorted for a while, and he squeezed his voice and shouted: "Boss Yan, I'm waiting for you."

I'm too lazy to take care of the banquet.

Yang Cong clicked his tongue: "Your waist is too thin."

He was answered by the sound of a door closing.

Yanhao came out in a rush, and he used his hair-drying skills to talk to Yang Cong and get rid of his secret love for Jiang Muxing.

After hearing this, Yang Cong let out a sigh of relief: "You really admire that guy too."

Yan Hao shrugged: "It's just awesome."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes, people are really against the sky, there is nothing to say, but...

"You haven't talked to him much, why did he agree to make up lessons for you?" Yang Cong calmly analyzed, "Don't you find it strange?"

Yan Hao's movement of flicking his bangs paused slightly.

When she told Xia Shui back then, she also had the same reaction as Yang Cong, thinking it was impossible.

Yan Hao didn't give Xia Shui a set at the beginning, so he couldn't give Yang Cong this meeting.

Anyway, he insisted on his previous idea, and Jiang Muxing would agree to him, so he must have his own considerations, which combined various factors.

So actually... Xia Shui's answer made more sense.

He just got lucky.

Yan Hao simply told Yang Cong that.

Yang Cong still felt it was weird, so he suddenly said, "Xiao Hao, if you are a girl, then San Dian Shui must like you."

Yan Hao's eyelids twitched suddenly, and he heard Yang Cong say again: "The problem is that you are a boy, the only reasonable inference I have figured out is not valid, it's so fucking evil."

Yang Cong didn't notice Yan Hao's loss.

"That's just one thing," Yang Cong leaned on the bed with his legs crossed and smoked. "The second thing is that you secretly found someone to make up lessons without telling me."

When it was over, he sighed deeply with his face all over his face: "Male Big Eighteen Changes, you used to tell me everything."

Banquet: "..."

Yang Cong narrowed his eyes: "Among the buddies, if there is such a change in one party, there is only one reason, and that is falling in love."

Yan Hao's brain hurts, this guy's divergent thinking is more terrifying than Xia Shui's intuition, he can speak nonsense, he sat on the chair with his back turned, lowered his head and cut his fingernails: "Stop talking, you're in love No, tell me anything."

Yang Cong snorted coldly: "So you know."

Yan Hao twitched his mouth.

If Jiang Muxing was a little girl, Yanhao would tell Yang Cong after meeting him on the day of the high school entrance examination, saying that he saw someone in the examination room, fell in love with him, and asked how he could catch up with her.

But Jiang Muxing was just like him.

In today's world, homosexuality will not be recognized and accepted, but will only be disgusted and excluded.

Even if anyone casually mentions such a topic, it will arouse strange eyes and suspicion from others.

Yan Hao's secret love is destined to be very difficult from the very beginning, he doesn't care what others think or think of him, and he won't care about it.

People who are close to you will inevitably care about it, and it is impossible to keep it a secret.

You will definitely say what you say, but you have to take your time, there is no rush, timing is very important.

-

Yang Cong didn't know what bad thing he remembered, his face was as green as a dung beetle.

"Yesterday I was smoking behind the toilet, and I heard a few guys talking about you, saying that you were like a running dog surrounded by three waters, which pissed me off, so I beat up those people and greeted their mother. "

"I saw you go to the water seat at three o'clock today after school, and you brought him a cup of water, and it exploded on the spot. Fortunately, Xia Shui stopped it in time, otherwise there would be a big disturbance, which would alarm the old class. We both had to write a review during the holiday. .”

Yang Cong kicked the banquet, "You say you, tell me earlier, how can there be such things?"

Yan Hao's focus fell into the gutter: "Since when did I surround him at school?"

Although I have been in contact with more recently than before, it is still far away from "surrounding", right?Are they all so messed up with the rounding method?

When Yang Cong heard Yan Hao's question, he thought he had an auditory hallucination, and after confirming it, he was full of shit: "You are called a running dog, so you are not fucking angry?"

Yanhao continued to cut her fingernails: "I'm not."

Yang Cong had a thoughtful expression: "I remember you are more cautious than me."

Yan Hao: "Maybe it's because of the high pressure of study."

Yang Cong: "There is a lot of pressure to study, but can you change your sex?"

Yan Hao: "Anything is possible."

Yang Cong: "..."

"Cong Cong, can this matter be turned around?" Yan Hao rarely showed a weak side, "The class monitor is very efficient in making up lessons for me, and I have to rely on him for the college entrance examination."

Yang Cong reached for the ashtray on the bedside table and put it in his arms, and flicked a pinch of ash into it: "Your parents and mother have two big companies waiting for you to inherit, and the family property will never be spent in several lifetimes. I am quite scared by your sudden effort." of."

Yan Hao yawned: "Xia Shui is also afraid, you can cuddle with her."

After saying that, he quickly finished cutting the remaining nails and got up: "I'm going to sleep, and I won't call you when I go back tomorrow morning."

Yang Cong called him, and said solemnly: "Xiao Hao, I can't understand the awesome monitor of our class 1. He is too mature and deep, and he doesn't look like 19 years old at all. We are all like him in terms of growth environment and mentality." There's a big difference."

"Just make up the lessons, if you want to do well in grades, just do it, anyway,"

He was biting his cigarette, and his voice was vague, "No matter what time it is or what happens, buddy will always stand by your side, if you have something to worry about, you will be the first to think of me."

Yanhao raised a hand and waved it at him.

"By the way," Yan Hao turned around, "you still owe me several thousand dollars."

Yang Cong almost choked on a puff of smoke: "Damn it, I'm so touched by myself, can you stop being such a spoiler?"

Yan Hao leisurely said: "Brothers will settle accounts."

"Give it back to you." Yang Cong picked up the newly bought game controller and threw it to him, "Put this in your backpack and take it with you when you leave tomorrow morning."

Yan Hao stopped when he walked to the door, and said in a hurry: "Cong Cong, I think Xia Shui is quite suitable for you."

Yang Cong jumped up from the bed in fright, trembling with the unhealed wound on his face: "Just now it was spoiling the scenery, now you are telling ghost stories, why don't you let people sleep at night?"

Yan smiled: "Didn't you want to read novels all night?"

Yang Cong: "..."

-

On the day when the final grades came out, Jiang Muxing was in Yanhao's apartment and had just given him a few questions for him to do.

The old class sent over the report card.

Jiang Muxing's gaze scanned down the rankings on the list, stopped at one place, and suddenly stood up the next moment, and strode into the bathroom.

Yan Hao was solving a calculation, but when he heard the movement, his thoughts were lost. He immediately put down his pen, grabbed Jiang Muxing's schoolbag, and pulled off a piece of thread that was pulled out from one side.

I've been watching it for a long time, and I'm so sad that I haven't had a chance to do it.

The bathroom door was closed, and there was no movement inside.

Yan Hao stretched his hands and feet, sat in Jiang Muxing's seat, looked at his pencil case, and found that the pen he gave was inside, and when he wanted to take it out, the phone rang.

Yang Cong bluffed on the phone, and his voice changed: "The report card was sent out in the group. You are one at No. 20. Fuck, I asked my parents to watch it with me. Our family of three exploded. It exploded too!"

Another string of shocked fucks followed.

Yan Hao's mind went blank for a moment: "How much do you say about me?"

"21."

Yang Cong was more excited than he got that result in the test, and he spoke fast: "Positive number, No. 20 in the class, and you are only 0.5 points away from the one above you, 0.5, do you know what this means?"

"This means that you almost entered the top [-], and you are already a blockbuster if you don't make a sound. What kind of panacea did you take for the exam..."

"Fuck!" Yang Cong scolded angrily in the next second, "Xiao Hao, don't watch it in the group."

Yanhao knew that there would be eccentricities in the group, and he felt that he copied it, so private chats would be more straightforward. After all, the span is indeed huge, and he didn't want to care about it.

For the end of the semester, Yan Hao knew it well, but when the results came out, he would still be surprised and happy, and wanted to shout a few times on the balcony.

Yan Hao was walking back and forth in the living room, holding his mobile phone in one hand, and grabbing the hair on his forehead with the other. His breathing was messy. He suddenly remembered something, stopped and asked, "Is the report card issued by the old class?"

Yang Cong said no.

Yan Hao asked again: "Is that the vice monitor?"

Yang Cong said strangely: "Good brother, did you skip one?"

Yan was stunned, Jiang Muxing was with him now, why didn't he tell him face to face?

After hanging up the phone in a hurry, Yan Hao ran to the door of the bathroom and shouted inside: "Squad leader?"

Shouting and knocking on the door, the mood was very high.

The door opened after a burst of water, and Jiang Mu walked out, his temples were damp, and there were some unwiped water marks on his face. A drop of water slipped on his smooth jaw, rubbed the edge of his rolling Adam's apple, and buried it into the neckline of his T-shirt.

After the banquet, he fell silent.

Jiang Muxing grabbed a few strands of damp hair on his forehead and stroked them back: "Have you seen the grades?"

"Look." Yan Hao rubbed his hot face and asked in a low voice, "Squad leader, why didn't you tell me?"

Jiang Muxing's face was indifferent: "The old class sent me the report card when I went to the toilet, and I lost it in the group."

After the banquet was over, he stood in place and blocked Jiang Muxing: "That... um..."

He thought about it, and took a quick look at Jiang Muxing, "Squad leader, you know my grades, right? I got 21st in the final exam this time."

Jiang Muxing: "Yes."

Yan Hao emphasized: "No. 20 in the class."

Jiang Muxing: "Yes."

Yanhao emphasized once again with obvious intentions: "It is one place ahead than expected."

Jiang Muxing: "Yes."

The answer was the same three times. Yan Hao felt a little bit of resentment, and submerged in his tone unconsciously: "Squad leader, do you have nothing else to say besides um?"

Jiang Muxing looked down at his hair: "Yes."

Yan Hao raised her head uncontrollably, and the hair on her eyebrows spread out, revealing beautiful eyes full of expectation.

After looking at each other for a second or two, Yan Hao's eyes were covered by long eyelashes: "What?"

Jiang Muxing looked at him for a while, and his thin lips moved: "Have you finished all the questions I gave you?"

Banquet: "..."

Jiang Muxing passed the boy with his head drooping: "Come with me to the living room, let's discuss rewards."