While Jiang Chenyu was having breakfast, Zhan Jin was sitting on a stool, lowering his head and playing with his mobile phone, turning a blind eye to the many hesitant looks from the other side. He didn't stay long, Jiang Chenyu had almost eaten, and he got up.

When he arrived at the door, Jiang Chenyu asked Zhan Jin to wait, then turned around and went into the house. After a while, he came out again.

"You... that..." Jiang Chenyu stood at the door, looking around, touched the tip of his nose, looked down at the tip of his shoe, took his other hand out of his pocket, and stuffed something into Jin's hand.

, "You go back and get this to wipe."

Zhan Jin lowered his eyes, holding a stick of ointment in his hand, "Where to apply it?"

He was so shy that people who didn't know better thought he was wearing a condom.

"Just wipe...the wound." Jiang Chenyu said vaguely.

Zhan Jin: "What wound?"

Jiang Chenyu stared at him, Zhan Jin's eyes were calm, as if he really didn't understand what he was talking about. Finally, Jiang Chenyu compromised, "Mouth! Wipe your mouth, did you hear clearly!?"

Zhan Jin had a cut on his lower lip, which was red and swollen. It was caused by Jiang Chen's collision last night. This was the first thing Jiang Chen noticed when he saw him this morning.

Too eye-catching.

"No need, it's so loud." Zhan Jin said calmly, "The whole building will soon know if you knock me..."

Damn it.

Jiang Chenyu didn't expect him to say it so easily. He grabbed his wrist and entered the room, covered his mouth and coaxed: "Shut up."

Zhan Jin's moist breath from the tip of his nose sprayed on his palm.

Jiang Chenyu glanced at the empty corridor outside and let go of his hand.

Zhan Jin: "Why are you nervous? I didn't say anything. You just knocked it with your mouth."

Jiang Chenyu: "..."

After Zhan Jin left, Jiang Chenyu turned back to the room, passed by the sofa, and paused. He remembered that the dirty school uniform from yesterday was still stuffed in his schoolbag. He unzipped the schoolbag and took out it twice. He didn't touch the school uniform.

Something a little hard.

He took it out and took a look.

A little fondant man wearing a school uniform, no bigger than his hand, a cartoon version, very delicately made, and his hair style does look a bit like Zhan Jin.

Tsk.

Even though he said no, why did Zhan Jin stuff this thing into his school bag?

He scratched his burning cheek twice.

In the living room of the apartment, there are a bunch of gift boxes next to the sofa.

The light was on in the bathroom, and there were removed cotton swabs and ointments beside the sink. Zhan Jin had taken a shower, and his hair was still wet. He took a cotton swab and applied it to the broken patch on his lower lip, and wiped it casually.

Next, I threw the cotton swab into the trash can.

The atmosphere was so good last night, my steps were so big that it scared people.

Jiang Chenyu may not have understood what he was thinking, but Zhan Jin didn't want to force him to do anything. He always wanted to give the straight man some buffer time.

He tried to act as if nothing had happened - he was so weird that people wanted to bully him.

The holiday in early April ended and the rainy weather cleared up. Zhan Jin was carrying his schoolbag upstairs in the teaching building when he was stopped by someone from behind. He turned sideways and saw a girl with a ponytail jumping up the stairs with a smile on her face.

A bright smile.

"Morning." This is the English class representative of their class.

Zhan Jin replied "Good morning", and the two of them went upstairs one after another. There were not many students in the corridor, and there were a few people sitting here and there in the classroom. The class representative had something to say to Zhan Jin, and the two stood in the corridor.

, one against the balcony, and one against the wall of the classroom window.

It was Zhan Jin's birthday two days ago. The class representative heard about it from a girl from a certain class and asked her to help deliver gifts. Footsteps were heard from the stairs next to her, and the class representative paused for a moment.

A figure appeared from the stairs.

Jiang Chenyu put his schoolbag on his right shoulder, with a face that was not awake, and walked forward with his eyelids drooped. After taking two steps, he lowered his eyelids and saw Zhan Jin's face on the corridor looking over. He paused and almost

Just reverse the car and go downstairs.

His sullen face twitched twice, and before he could think of a reaction, Zhan Jin had already said "good morning", so he took advantage of the situation and said "good morning".

It seems that everything has returned to its original trajectory - but it hasn't.

Jiang Chenyu's eyes dropped, and the ambiguous mark on Zhan Jin's lower lip had not completely disappeared, as if he was angry.

He entered the classroom through the back door and glanced sideways at the class representative as he passed by the door.

Looks familiar. Are you in their class?

Jiang Chenyu sat down in his seat and glanced out the window a few times.

Zhan Jin seems to be quite popular with girls. Jiang Chenyu has not observed him specifically, but he feels that he is very popular among girls.

Attract bees and butterflies.

Zhan Jin noticed Jiang Chenyu's gaze.

It's hard not to notice it.

After all, he paid some attention to Jiang Chenyu, and through the gap in the window behind the class representative's head, he could see Jiang Chenyu's seat.

Didn't avoid him.

I thought that with Jiang Chenyu's extremely sensitive physique and the tendency of straight men to make fuss, he would have to hide for a few days when they met at school.

"What are you looking at?" The class representative looked into the window.

Student Jiang, who was in the last row outside the window, turned his head and looked out the window with such force that people worried he might twist his neck.

"Nothing. Did you buy a new hairpin?" Zhan Jin casually changed the subject, "It's very pretty."

"Haha, you discovered it..."

…

Zhan Jin returned to the classroom and sat down. He had an exquisite greeting card in his hand. He confiscated the gift, and the class representative thrust the card into his hand. It contained very ordinary congratulations. He recognized the name signed by him, as he was a classmate in his first year of high school.

"The medicine I gave you didn't work?"

Not long after he sat down, he heard the person next to him ask in a muffled voice.

Jiang Chenyu's eyes stayed on his mouth for two seconds, then he turned his head and looked to the other side.

"What's wrong?" Zhan Jin asked.

Jiang Chenyu: "You...it's been so many days, why haven't you recovered yet?"

It had only been a few days since he had a gash in his mouth, which was comparable to the marks left in a fight that night. How could he heal so quickly?

"It's used." Zhan Jin said.

Jiang Chenyu frowned and looked at his mouth, "The medicine doesn't work? Why haven't the scabs formed yet?"

The wound is an eyesore.

Zhan Jin opened his lips slightly and reached out to lick with the tip of his tongue. He licked his lower lip, and his thin lips instantly became moist. He said, "Really? I can't see it."

Jiang Chenyu: "..."

Zhan Jin raised his lips and smiled: "My deskmate, you are so anxious."

"...!" Why is he anxious? What is he so anxious about!?

Jiang Chenyu was wearing a sweater and hat and was about to lie down on the table when he saw the envelope on the table. He pressed the envelope and pushed it across the line in the middle of the table, "Your love letter fell on my desk."

"Huh?" Zhan Jin held the greeting card between his fingertips and shook it, "This is not a love letter."

He opened the card and found a simple birthday greeting written in beautiful handwriting, "Birthday card."

Jiang Chenyu: "..."

He lay down on the table and didn't look up again.

Zhan Jin raised his lips slightly.

When Qin Rui arrived at the classroom, he found that the boss at the back desk had arrived earlier than him. He was a little surprised. When he saw the boss lying on the table catching up on his sleep, he felt normal again.

Qin Rui lowered his voice and asked Zhan Jin: "Why did your mouth become like that? Did you have sex with someone?"

The figure lying on the table beside him was stiff. Zhan Jin glanced at him and said in a lazy tone: "Can you think of something healthy?"

Qin Rui: "For example?"

"I was kicked by my teeth." Zhan Jin said, "I got angry."

A hand from the side stretched out to pinch Zhan Jin's waist, but Zhan Jin grabbed it and wrapped it in his palm. Jiang Chenyu struggled twice and the table shook. Qin Rui thought he had been disturbed and didn't say a word.

Turned his head back.

Jiang Chenyu was lying on the table and before he raised his head, he heard Zhan Jin whisper: "You want to eat my tofu? My roommate."

Jiang Chenyu: "..." Damn it.

During the lunch break, Jiang Chenyu stayed at the end as usual. As soon as the bell rang, he left the classroom. Zhan Jin and Qin Rui went to the cafeteria today. When they returned to the classroom, Jiang Chenyu was already sitting in his seat.
To be continued...