【Kip】Silent cohabitation

-Reading is always a good activity on a date.

Komanich greeted friends he knew on the school road. Putin lowered his head and played with his mobile phone. A harsh car sound drew Putin's attention back to the situation. When he looked up, he saw Kirilenko's white SUV.

Komanic wanted to drag Putin to a nearby large shopping mall to choose a restaurant at random, but Putin abruptly dragged him to the completely opposite direction, but he continued to chat with the people behind him.Sensing that Putin had stopped, he quickly turned around in displeasure to catch Putin with his backhand and drag him to the right direction. As a result, his knee hit the headlight of the car, and he bent down in pain.He raised his eyes again, just in time to meet Kirilenko who had his hands on the steering wheel, and the latter quickly lowered the corners of his lips that were quietly raised.

You were definitely laughing at me just now!

Kirilenko slammed down the car window and poked his head out, "Going to eat?" he asked Putin, ignoring Komanich's threatening eyes.

Putin nodded hastily, opened the rear door and stuffed Komanich in first, but he parked on the side of the car holding the door handle.Kirilenko poked his head out of the car and looked at Putin,

He was waiting, whether Putin chose to sit in with his friend, or to sit next to him in the front seat.

Putin looked at Kirilenko's staring eyes and suddenly felt guilty. His eyes shifted back and forth uneasily, but he was suddenly pulled into the back seat by a force.Komanic was first pushed into the back seat by Putin, and he was shocked by how quickly Putin made a decision.He and Putin have known each other since high school, and every decision made by the cautious teenager is used to discussing with himself.Now even though I can be alone, I will unconsciously cast myself a questioning look.Komanich looked at Kirilenko's stubborn gaze on Putin's eyes, reached out and grabbed Putin by the collar and pulled him into the car.

Kirilenko watched the process without showing anything on his expression, just waited silently for the rear door to be closed, and then started the car.

Putin and Komanich chatted about the cost of dormitory accommodation in the backseat.Putin wrote to ask Komanic if his living expenses were enough,

"I don't have any money, but I still have a lot of freedom in my sleeves." Komanic said in the middle two with a full tone.

"Wealth can rival a country's ability, but a poor family may not be noble." Kirilenko interjected indifferently, and sealed Komanich's mouth that he wanted to continue.

Komanic rubbed his nose with his fingers to hide his embarrassment.Putin looked up at Kirilenko, who was staring at him through the rearview mirror, with a bit of reproach in his eyes, while Kirilenko winked his eyes, like a brazen child.

Kirilenko took the two to a private kitchen near the college. Putin secretly changed places with Komanich, who was walking in the middle, and walked beside Kirilenko.Kirilenko cooperatively stretched out his arms to wrap Putin's shoulders, and then moved himself to the middle position, separating the two students.Komanic noticed the movement and glanced aside. Through the tall man, he saw Putin staring upwards with puzzled green eyes, and rubbing his big hands on his shoulders comfortingly.

Komanic averted his eyes and deliberately lagged one step behind the two, watching the two heads, one pink and one gold, advance forward.There was no resistance or disgust in his heart, because he also hid blued in the deepest storage folder of the phone.And he also thinks that Putin may have a man wearing a black watch to hold up his coat for him rather than holding an umbrella for girls.

Putin is a giving personality, but it is a personality that needs to be taken care of.

Kirilenko also had no intention of making the atmosphere of the dinner tense, so he gave the middle seat back to Putin, and sat quietly on the sidelines, listening to and watching Komanich chatting with Putin. He also secretly wrote down several little preferences of Putin that he didn't know.

After a while, the waiter served the food. The three of them had a good habit of eating without talking, and they bowed their heads and ate their own food.Kirilenko didn't know when he developed the habit. He always liked to look to the side with his head down, watching Putin pick and choose with chopsticks but not put it into his mouth. Many of the porcelain plates next to him were picked out and chopped up. Coriander, and Putin is still patiently picking it up bit by bit in the bowl.Kirilenko looked at his bowl and reached out to make an exchange with Putin.

Komenic on the side watched his nose, nose, and heart, and turned a deaf ear to the crisp sound of the porcelain bowl being put down.

The two college students still have classes in the afternoon, and Putin's books are all packed in his schoolbag, and Komanic has to go back to the school dormitory to get them.So Kirilenko drove back to the academy.

Putin stepped forward and sat in before Kirilenko opened the front door for him.Only Kirilenko was left with the opportunity to close the car door for him. The man closed the car door and waved his hands neatly to show that he was in a better mood.

Komanic greeted Putin at the academy, threw his schoolbag on his back and walked towards the dormitory, as if anticipating that Putin would not follow him to pass the two hours.

Kirilenko glanced at Komanich's disappearing figure, turned around and saw that Putin didn't make any movement to get out of the car, and didn't speak, waiting for him to think about something in the seat.Putin was waiting for Kirilenko to restart the car, looked up and saw Kirilenko staring at himself with his hands on the steering wheel, took out the book from the bag on his lap,

【Let's go to the bookstore】

Kirilenko nodded in agreement, and Putin showed Kirilenko the address of the cafe and library he had always wanted to go to from his mobile phone.

Kirilenko swirled his spoon around in his black coffee, shattering his own reflection, and the foreign novel in front of him hadn't turned to the next page for a long time.

Putin was still rummaging through the bookshelves, trying to find the latest criminal investigation novels.Putin's hot milk tea just arrived when he came back with the book in his hand.

Kirilenko let out a muffled laugh because of the teenager's childlike taste.Putin dragged one of his novels to him, heard the laughter and looked at Kirilenko who was pretending to turn the pages of the book, and bravely tapped Kirilenko on the head with the hard-covered novel. Tried to pull back but was grabbed.The man's thumb brushed vaguely against the inside of his wrist.

Kirilenko saw the twirling on the top of his head from the side of the boy reading a book, and for almost 10 minutes, he just put his elbows on the table to support his chin.The man felt bored, and refocused his attention on the obscure English-Chinese translation in front of him.

It is a hearty and comfortable thing to concentrate on reading a book.

Just be sure to set an alarm clock for yourself if you have something important to do next.

Putin flipped through a novel in one go, then raised his head to realize that he was already half an hour late for the afternoon class. When he took out his phone and opened the lock screen, he gasped in fright, pulled Kirilenko up and was about to leave.

Kirilenko was pulled up, backhanded to make the teenager stop first, "Do you think it is better to skip a class or stand in front of the lecture hall and let the teacher scold you?" Putin stopped in place and remembered the teacher of this professional class. The last time he pointed at a boy who was late for playing basketball and scolded him, he retreated to the seat opposite Kirilenko and sat down silently, opening the second magazine in hand.Kirilenko refilled their hot drinks.

Putin looked up at the man across the street who was ordering in a low voice to the waiter.He actually doesn't like being absent from class, even if he is late, he can record the summary made by the teacher at the end of a class, and then go to self-study.

It's just that two words were clearly written on the man's face just now.

accompany me.

-TBC