Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

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Isn't it lunch break?

"Xingyi." Han Feng hurriedly followed with a lunch box in his arms, "What, what's wrong? Did something happen? Is there anything I can help with?"

Wang Xingyi walked forward irritably, without turning his head, and said, "No, eat your meal."

"But……"

He was worried.

When the words came to his lips, Han Feng swallowed them back.

He stood there, looking at Wang Xingyi's receding back, feeling sad.

Even though he was older than when they met;

Even though he was admitted to a key high school, he still couldn't play a positive role when Xingyi needed help.

How long will it take? If he continues to work hard and gets admitted to a top university, will he be able to stand in front of him like a real brother?

Han Feng closed his eyes and shook his head. Teacher Zhang said that if a person is troubled by negative emotions for a long time, sadness will be reflected on his face.

He didn't want to be gloomy every time he saw Xingyi.

Han Feng opened his eyes and was about to take a deep breath to change his mood, but he saw Wang Xingyi, who was supposed to leave the school, standing ten steps away from him, glaring at him resentfully.

He looked like he was going to come back and beat him at any moment, and Han Feng was so scared that he almost forgot to breathe.

"Xing, Xingyi."

Wang Xingyi gritted his teeth and said, "You're just a block of wood. I'll kill you for being so stupid."

"Ok?"

In an instant, Wang Xingyi was so angry that his face turned red.

Suddenly, he said "forget it" and turned away.

Han Feng was stunned for a moment. He didn't care whether Wang Xingyi would get angry and hit him, he ran after him and grabbed him before he left the house!

Wang Xingyi turned around and glared at him: "What are you doing?"

Han Feng timidly said in a pitifully small voice: "...Don't go."

"I have something to do."

Han Feng shook his head: "You're fine."

"Who told you? I clearly said..."

"You're fine." Han Feng grabbed his clothes tightly and changed the subject: "Did you eat lunch at noon?"

Wang Xingyi glanced at the lunch box in Han Feng's arms and hummed.

"So, are you full?"

Wang Xingyi turned around impatiently and asked, "What do you want to say?"

Beating around the bush with him every day!

"I, I want to have lunch with you."

Wang Xingyi’s silence made him uneasy.

Han Feng half-closed his eyes and asked, "Is it okay?"

"I really can't do anything about you." Wang Xingyi reached out to take the lunch box and walked back, saying, "Follow me."

The gloom in his heart suddenly disappeared, Han Feng chased after him with a smile on his face, and whispered, "Xingyi, wait for me."

Sitting on the bench, Wang Xingyi looked down at the half of the food that Han Feng gave him, and became unhappy again.

He picked up a chopstick and poked the fragrant beef tenderloin.

"for you!"

Han Feng turned his head and saw Wang Xingyi holding up the freshly made "big meat skewers" and said to him: "Eat them all, don't leave any leftovers, don't waste food."

"But." He lowered his eyes and looked at his lunch box which only had vegetables and rice, and said, "Xingyi, give me all the meat. I will be hungry in the afternoon."

"I won't."

"You can."

Having lacked patience since childhood, Wang Xingyi glared at him and ordered: "Eat when I tell you to, take it."

Everything else is easy to deal with, but he can't do anything to wrong Wang Xingyi.

Han Feng shook his head stubbornly: "Half for each of us."

"I've eaten in the morning, and I brought my own lunch at noon. If someone hadn't insisted on eating with me, I wouldn't have picked up my chopsticks! So," Wang Xingyi raised the skewers, "eat!"

Han Feng took it reluctantly. Wang Xingyi whispered in his ear: "You are 15 years old now. Look at the boys around you. How many of them are as thin as you? I tell you, if you don't eat well and grow taller, you will be a dwarf that no one likes when you become an adult."

"Xingyi, do you like tall guys too?"

Wang Xingyi glanced at Han Feng, who was so nervous that he forgot to eat his food, and deliberately said, "Yes! I like tall ones! Long arms, long legs, and long necks! Why, no?"

Han Feng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yes, people with slender bodies are good-looking, who doesn't like them?"

Suddenly, Wang Xingyi remembered the boy who was talking and laughing with his arm around Han Feng’s shoulder after class.

That person was more than half a head taller than Han Feng and was definitely the tallest among the freshmen in high school.

What did Han Feng just say?

People with slender figures are good-looking, who doesn’t like them?

Snapped!

He put down his chopsticks fiercely, turned around and asked Han Feng: "Who was the person who walked out with you after class?"

"Come out with me?" Han Feng blinked, his memory a little fuzzy.

Wang Xingyi stared at him intently, extremely anxious, but the wooden fish opposite him seemed to have suddenly lost its memory and couldn't remember anything.

"No!" Wang Xingyi didn't understand. "How did you get such a good memory? You cheated!"

Han Feng said anxiously: "I didn't! I just forgot who came out with me."

Every day after class at noon, everyone would go to eat, and there were a lot of people coming out of the main building. One by one, surrounded by his classmates, he had no idea which one Xingyi was asking about.

“That one.” Wang Xingyi said awkwardly, “The one who put his hand on your shoulder!”

"Ah!" Han Feng remembered and suddenly smiled, "It's the person sitting at the back table. He's very nice."

Han Feng's heartfelt smile was very dazzling.

Wang Xingyi’s face suddenly turned dark.

"Xingyi?" Han Feng asked nervously, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Xingyi shook his head and said dryly, "Eat."

It’s hard to tell what Xingyi is thinking, but he can read the air.

Han Feng scooped a small mouthful of rice and put it into his mouth. Beside him, Wang Xingyi suddenly picked up the lunch box and showed it off wildly.

Han Feng was startled and quickly opened a bottle of water, fearing that he would choke.

Putting down the empty box, Wang Xingyi reached out to take the water handed to him by Han Feng, muttering: "Anyone is nice, it's like you've never seen anyone before!"

"Ok?"

"It's none of your business, eat!"

Han Feng ate slowly, and from time to time he stole glances at Wang Xingyi's profile, his mouth curled up with happiness.

Unfortunately, human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same.

While Han Feng was feeling happy, Wang Xingyi was about to explode.

He should have discovered long ago that Han Feng was particularly easy to fool.

When they met for the first time, even though he didn't do anything particularly touching, Han Feng still wrote him twelve letters in reply.

I especially cherish the books he gave me, and would cry very sadly if they were destroyed.

If someone else had done the same thing at that time, I'm afraid he would have followed them closely.

Boom!

Han Feng was shocked.

He turned his head and saw that the chopsticks in Xingyi's hand were broken into two pieces!

"Xing Yi!"

Han Feng quickly put down his lunch box and looked at his hands.

"Does it hurt? Did your palm get pricked? Let go slowly and let me see."

Wang Xingyi lowered his eyes and stared at the top of Han Feng's head, and suddenly said: "Aren't you gay?"

Han Feng paused.

"Being gay proves that you like men. If you like men, what does it mean that you are so close to them?"