【Zhou Fumei】Walk left and stand right

08.

The principal of this high school is a giant turtle—literally and by extension.The turtle grandpa had studied in Dongguo, so he moved the opposite educational philosophy to his own school.

This is why Faust chose here.The enrollment rate of this high school is not top-notch, but students have a lot of spare time to study their favorite things. The school has set up special activity funds for their hobbies, and ministers can also apply for special places as activity venues.

Faust is a member of the "Department of Archery".Unlike the Archery Department not far away, the crossbows they hold are all real lethal weapons.This results in no society willing to be stationed next to them, except for some poor kid who has no power of choice.

For example, the chess club is really unpopular in Yan Country.

When Mephisto stepped into the door, the two seniors who were fiddling with the switch were dumbfounded.The handsome boy looked around and took out his own application for membership:

"Is this the chess club?"

The president was stunned for a while, and finally spit out two words.

"I rely on."

Faust saw a little furry white in the next window after a round of communication training.Mephisto was nestled by the window, looking at his direction brightly. Seeing Faust come down from the training ground, the little white hair disappeared from the window immediately, and appeared in front of him in a short while.

"ended?"

"It's just the first round." There are not many members in the archery department. As a sophomore in high school, Faust will guide the newcomers next.He wiped his sweaty bangs, "How are you doing?"

"Joined, there are many people."

"..." I'm afraid they all came to see Mephisto.I don't know what the minister thinks.

The senior in the distance was beckoning to him.Faust put down the towel and was about to start the second round of training, but the corner of his clothes was pinched by Mephisto.

He turned his head subconsciously, but met a pair of very close green eyes.Mephisto leaned closer to his ear, and breathed on Faust's earlobe.

"So... after school, can we go together?"

This man is so foul.Faust didn't even remember what he answered, until he walked back to the training ground, the tip of his ear still red hot.However, when he raised his head, he found that the seniors in the senior year were crossing their shoulders and winking at him with smirks.

"Hey, take an oath of sovereignty."

09.

At the moment when the time for the division ended, Mephisto appeared on the training ground on time and dug out Faust who had been interrogated.

Faust is about to be hollowed out by the seniors, and has already entered the soul state.Mephisto laughed enough, bought an ice cream at a convenience store, and slapped him in the face mercilessly: "If anyone asks, just say I'm chasing you, and you will get used to it after a while."

Faust pinched the packaging bag, looked at the cartoon girl on it, and then at Mephistopheles.

"Have you ever eaten these before?"

Mephisto took a bite of the sorbet and shrank his neck from the cold: "I live in the country, and there's no convenience store there!"

... This young master may be the only one who can call his own mountain "countryside".When Faust tore open the packing bag, Mephisto beside him shrank his white fluff again, like a small animal that had been frozen.

Faust felt a rumbling in his left chest.

"Are you used to eating?"

He swore that he was just asking casually, but the young master seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke.

"Why do you ask such a question? A dilute soup made of brown bread and water, raw meat with a rotten smell, dead leaves and bark—more often, it is endless ore and dust. People who come out of it, and Who picks food?"

Faust didn't quite understand, but Mephisto's expression was terribly serious, and even his usual smile faded a bit.He thought about it and chose to change another topic.

"Living in the mountains, how do I go to school?"

"Family teacher. You can directly refer to it at the end of the semester, and you can get a diploma from a school you have never been to."

"Yan Guo language is also the result of tutoring?"

"uh-huh."

Mephisto threw the bamboo stick into the trash can, and took two quick steps to keep up with Faust in front of him.

"I took almost all mainstream languages ​​as electives."

"all?"

Mephisto nodded.

"Yes. In order to come to see you immediately when I find you."

Faust felt that the ice cream had melted a little, and the cream filled with it tasted sweet and greasy, rolling unstoppably between his lips and teeth.He turned his head away, doubting his orientation.

"Why are you looking for me?"

Mephisto still had a grinning expression on his face.

"I said it all, you are mine... Oh no, I want to be your boyfriend."

Faust's home is not far from the school, in a rather high-end mansion.Faust turned his head and was about to say goodbye to Mephisto, but found that Mephisto not only did not move, but also showed his familiar sly smile.

Just as Faust had an ominous premonition, Mephisto took out a key card and waved it in front of him.

"You live here too? What a coincidence."

10.

Coincidence is impossible, but he can't report this person for cheating.

In other words, Mephisto itself is an excessive foul, which is no surprise.

Master Xueba slumped on the table, feeling powerless against himself who obediently accepted the reality.Before he could lie down for a while, someone tapped his shoulder twice. Faust took off his earphones and saw a strange face by the window.

"Hello, junior, I have something to ask you."

Mephisto did not see Faust in his seat when he showed up as usual at lunchtime.He sat on the window frame and waited for a while before Faust arrived late.

"Sorry. Was it a long wait?"

"No." Mephisto jumped down, barely making a sound when he landed, "What's in your hand?"

Almost all the students in the class left, only three or two female students who did not eat lunch.Their eyes were glued to Mephisto from the beginning to the end, and Faust felt uncomfortable and didn't want to talk too much here: "Let's change the place."

"Okay. I've brought lunch."

The two found a bench by the playground.Faust handed the folder in his hand to Mephisto: "There is something wrong with the orientation ceremony. The senior senior who is scheduled to give a freshman speech is on leave, and I will replace it tomorrow."

"Oh~?"

Faust always felt that Xiao Baimao's shifted voice had a bit of an unknown meaning: "What?"

Mephisto flipped through the script: "Want to help?"

"How to help?"

"Speech training." Mephisto pointed to himself. "I'm an expert in this area."

Means he has taken the corresponding courses.Faust picked up a small octopus: "Your electives are really complicated."

Mephisto paused.

"Well... yes."

"But there's no need." Faust put the speech aside, "It's fine to read it fluently, it's not a big deal."

Mephisto put down the lunch box and looked at him quietly.

"You've changed a lot."

As if seeing Faust's confusion, the pretty young man tilted his head, and showed a helpless, bitter smile that Faust didn't want to see.

"Well...me too."

11.

Faust feels that Mephisto is hiding something from him.But before he could ask, Mephisto cupped his cheeks with both hands and forced him to lift his head.

"Look straight ahead when you give a speech! You are so handsome, don't be so unconfident! Come on, watch me read the speech again!"

Faust read the epilogue fluently, and finally bowed deeply.When he looked up, he met a pair of beautiful green eyes.

There were bursts of applause from the audience.Mephisto was sitting in the area of ​​the international class, his eyes were shining with dots of brilliance, exactly the same as in the rehearsal yesterday afternoon.Faust only had time to pass him briefly before he was led backstage by the host.

Since Mephisto "accidentally" exposed his address to Faust, the two have tacitly met after class, either going to the club together or going home together.

On weekdays, it was usually Mephisto who came to him.Today's international class dragged the auditorium, Faust waited for him at the stairs on the second floor for a while, but unexpectedly got a collective crowd of school girls.

While Faust was fidgeting, Mephisto finally appeared.The young master rushed out of the crowd in the international class, and jumped in front of Faust: "I've been waiting for a long time, handsome guy."

With the spotlight of Mephisto, they don't have to worry about not getting the attention of passers-by.However, Faust always felt that there were too many sightlines today.

"...Did you do anything today? Why are they looking at you?"

Mephisto has recently become obsessed with instant food from convenience stores.The young master was stunned for a moment, and the ball in his hand fell back into the bowl.

"You really don't know yourself?"

Faust didn't understand: "What?"

Mephisto poked the ketchup, as if a little depressed: "It's nothing. The handsome guy is too much."

No matter how unreasonable, Faust also understood the scolding words: "...Sorry, no one has said to me, um... these comments about my appearance."

Their heights differed by nearly half a head, and Mephisto had to raise his head slightly to look directly into Faust's eyes.And those red pupils were also looking at him, and Mephisto saw his own small reflection inside.

"Then let me tell you. My boyfriend is the most beautiful in the world."

12.

Faust's family background is actually quite good. Although he is not very rich, he can be classified as well-off or above.

His parents are scientific researchers at the national level, and they are doing all the confidential projects sealed with red seals.The two are located in places where there is no signal all year round, and Faust can only occasionally receive their calls. The interval between calls is at least monthly, and the two calls must not come from the same place.

Therefore, at three o'clock in the morning today, the landline at home rang again like a reminder.Faust rubbed his eyes, picked up the receiver with some disgust: "...Hello."

"Cub! Have you had lunch yet?"

Faust looked at the clock, then at the receiver: "...Mom."

"What's the matter? ... Uh, what time is it over there?"

When Faust was thinking about whether to hang up the phone directly, the father on the side finally took the phone: "Sorry, your mother forgot the time difference."

Faust is used to it: "It's okay. Just finished?"

"Well. This project is a bit long."

Faust retreated into the sofa, listening to the train model on the table.His mother didn't know where to go without saying a few words, but his father babbled about some family gossip, and asked about Faust's recent situation.

Faust replied seriously: "Everything is fine, don't worry."

Father wanted to say something, but there was a mysterious cry in the background, which sounded like a cat and a tiger.The man's exclamation immediately came from the receiver: "God, who told her to release this thing?!... Sorry son, I have to help your mother clean it up."

With the scale of the commotion, he was afraid that he would take care of his wife by the way.Faust hung up the phone, the house fell into silence again, he looked at his watch, it was [-]:[-].

This time it was 3 minutes longer than last time, which is okay.

After a toss, Faust's drowsiness was completely dispelled.He walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the central square in the distance. The city center in the early morning was immersed in the night, and the colorful lights had already been turned off, leaving only the street lights that maintained the minimum lighting.

Next to the square is the central high-speed rail station—although Faust doesn't know why there is such a steel behemoth in this place where every inch of land is precious.But he used to like those trains very much. When he was in junior high school, Faust would often sit by the window and watch high-speed trains pass by in the distance.

At this time, the last train had already returned to Hong Kong, and the track in the distance was silent.Faust closed his eyes, and some unpleasant scenes appeared in his mind.

Screaming, chaos, the whole world is tilted and turbulent, mixed with the breath of large swathes of dust.Finally, the light from the flashlight shone messily on his face, and he opened his eyes, peeling away from the nightmare.

The train model sat quietly on the coffee table, already stained with a little gray.The house key was next to the model, and Faust went over and put the key in his coat pocket.

The 24-hour convenience store is the only light on this street.Faust was going to buy a cup of hot drink, but saw a person who shouldn't be seen at the door of the convenience store.

Mephisto crouched outside the convenience store, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, and put it in his mouth.He wanted to light the cigarette, but the cheap lighters in the convenience store didn't quite cooperate. Xiao Baimao pressed it three times, but still no flame came out.

When he was about to try for the fourth time, Faust intercepted him with smoke.

"What are you doing?"

Mephisto was a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

Faust checked the cigarette case and confirmed that it was just torn open, "Do you smoke?"

"...Suddenly want to try."

Faust was too lazy to listen to his sophistry.He confiscated all the tools used to commit the crime, and ordered two more fish balls in the store. When the clerk was checking out, Faust looked at Mephisto's back through the glass door of the convenience store.

Xiao Baimao huddled into a small ball on the bench, and the lights of the convenience store only illuminated half of his body, making him look thin and pitiful.Faust went out and sat beside him: "Have you heard of the spirit of Longmen?"

Mephisto shook his head.Faust stuffed fish balls into his hand: "Morning tea solves all problems, no fish balls."

Xiao Baimao took the fish ball and stuffed the big paper cup into his arms.

"Thank you."

It's not like Mephisto at all.Faust thought for a while, and decided to ask.

"what happened?"

Mephisto did not answer, but instead asked Faust another question: "How is your relationship with your parents?"

Faust picks part of the truth: "Not seen all year long."

"Oh."

Mephisto responded with a monosyllable.After a pause, he decided to defend himself: "I don't smoke. You are, smoke less."

Faust was silent for a while.The pack of cigarettes lay quietly in his pocket, protruding a conspicuous bulge from the fabric of his jacket.

"Mephisto. Who is 'Faust'?"

Mephisto looked at him, green eyes blinking, seeming confused.

"It's you."

Faust was not in a good mood either.He is willing to play dumb, but he doesn't want to be fooled by others over and over again.

"He's your real boyfriend, with the same name as me, and you've been away for a long time. He smokes, doesn't talk much, is good-looking, very popular--completely different from me. Mephistopheles, I would like to be with you." You are a friend, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to be someone else's substitute."

Mephisto didn't answer.After Faust finished speaking, he immediately regretted it, and he seemed to see mist in those green eyes.

Mephisto was still looking at him, but the focus was not on him, as if thinking of someone in the distance through him.

"Sorry... Faust, sorry."

Faust's hand was raised and lowered, and finally leaned forward, giving him a somewhat alienated hug.

"...It will be better if you cry."

Mephisto didn't cry.He buried his head in the crescent of Faust's neck and rubbed it like a small animal.

"Faust."

"Ok?"

"My Faust is very good at crossbow shooting. He doesn't like to talk, doesn't eat green peppers, and will protect me with his life. I like everything about him. He is good at everything, but unfortunately he is not my boyfriend."

Faust froze, and Mephisto looked up from him, his green eyes full of his shadow.

"Look. Isn't this exactly like you?"