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I touched my head while running towards the back door of the classroom. I couldn’t tell whether it was doubt or some other emotion in my heart. Anyway, there seemed to be a puff of air in my chest, as if it had been warmed up, and it expanded restlessly. I felt light and dizzy. almost.

After the class bell rang, I ran to the back door and found Wu Jiakun still standing there.When I entered the door, he clasped his hands in front of him and turned sideways, like a doorman welcoming the young master home.

He followed me back to his seat, and the teacher came in right after him.I took out the textbook as if nothing had happened, and put on a serious look focused on seeking knowledge. My eyes wandered between the blackboard and the textbook, pretending not to know that Wu Jiakun was looking at me.

He held back for a few minutes, but couldn't help but speak.He pushed his forearm forward on the desk until his upper body lay prone on the desk, using the cover in the front row to enter a concealed state.He passed his head over the seam between our tables, looked at me with burning eyes, and said in a low voice: "Yuanyuan, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

I sat upright and thought he was air.

Wu Jiakun glanced at the podium, and said: "I promise I will never make that kind of joke again, really! I promise!" He clasped his hands in front of him, and waved them a few times.

I was angry at the time, but the anger disappeared long ago.

I am a bit awkward to say that, I must be given a step down, otherwise I would rather suffocate to death than take the initiative to ask for peace.I'm not very angry, and every time I get angry, it doesn't last long, and it can be extinguished almost once it is ignited.With Wu Jiakun's attitude like this, I think I'm about to go downhill.

So I gave him a generous look, and pushed him back to his own desk: "Understood! Don't bother me, I want to attend class."

His grinning face gradually burst into a smile, his big eyes narrowed, his mouth was tightened into a line, and dimples actually appeared.He immediately jumped up from the desk, and moved the edge of the chair with both hands and tightened the chair twice.Then he reached into the desk and fumbled around, knocking his empty desk loudly, and found nothing after touching it for a while.I think if it wasn't because he was in class, he would definitely be jumping around for a while.

I watched his movements from the corner of my eye, feeling amused and satisfied.That a person can be so happy because of my forgiveness makes me feel that I am cherished.It was as if I was someone so important, so important that I couldn't live without it.

Wu Jiakun was quiet for less than 10 minutes, and then talked to me again: "Hey, who was that person with you during the break?"

My ability to concentrate has reached its upper limit, and I felt that the teacher's lectures were no different from chanting scriptures, so I stopped listening and chatted with him in a low voice: "That's my brother."

"Your brother? My brother?"

"Well... almost, cousin."

"Oh..." Wu Jiakun grinned, "I still think about it, you are like a little daughter-in-law walking next to him, I thought you were bullied by him or something."

I was taken aback for a moment, I really didn't understand what kind of gesture it was to be like a "little daughter-in-law".I thought I was just walking side by side with him normally, friendly and equal, but why did he see him in such an inexplicable state: "What do you mean?"

"Exactly—how should I put it..." He frowned and thought for a while, then opened his mouth wide and let out a soft "ah", "Have you seen that kind of period drama, the kind where a master marries several concubines. Look at you Brother's expression is similar to that of my concubine's eyes when she saw the master—" The more he talked, the happier he was, and he was so happy that he forgot to be in class.

If the teacher hadn't interrupted him by pointing at him and yelling "What are you talking about over there!", he might have been able to speak a little more outrageously.

Then he was punished to stand and listen to the class, and I was taken away by him, thinking about half of the class.

After thinking about it, I think it's ridiculous. Qiao Yaying said before that I and the knight are like a couple.Wu Jiakun even went so far as to say that I look like a concubine!

I thought about it carefully and thought that the main reason for their wrong association was my appearance.

When I got this result, I was a little flustered.This panic came in a muddleheaded manner, an emotion with no source and no way out.

I buried my head in my arms, as if I wasn't thinking about anything, but it seemed that I was too busy to explode.I was a little restless, and my head subconsciously rubbed back and forth on my forearm.Until my forehead hurts, I finally turned the "panic" that broke into my head into anger—angry why I have a girl's face.

Fortunately, anger has a solution and can always be digested.

But the aunt's statement is not something that can be forgotten just by saying it.After evening self-study, I habitually went to the key class, and went home with the knight. When I saw him, I remembered my aunt.

He pushed his bicycle out of the school gate and stopped.As is standard procedure, I should have climbed into the backseat at this point.But at this moment, I felt awkward. I imagined two men riding a bicycle, and I felt that the picture was really not right. It seemed that it was correct for the man to ride the bike and take the girl.

"Let's go back today..." I lowered my head and said, "Well, I ate too much at night, so I can digest..."

The knight sighed, pushed the bicycle, and said softly: "There are so many things going on all day long." He looked back at me, "The food in the cafeteria is so terrible, how can you still eat? You are quite easy to support."

Normally, if he teased me like this, I would definitely reply a few words, but at this time, I don't have that kind of thought.

The two of us walked through a street in silence, and when we met a red light, he asked me suddenly: "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh? What?"

He looked ahead: "You are abnormal, so quiet."

I glanced at him, and he just turned his head to look at me. I quickly looked away and smiled twice: "It's nothing...I'm thinking about something."

He leaned over through the bicycle, the tip of his nose seemed to be only a few centimeters away from my face, anyway, he was close enough to feel his breath brushing against my ears.

The breath suddenly became heavy, probably because he laughed, and it disappeared after only a heavy breath. He stood up straight, covered my head with his hands, and shook it lightly a few times: "Your little head can hold my head. What's the matter?"

At the same time, the red light turned to green. As if I had heard of amnesty, I opened his hand and ran forward a few steps while shouting "Green light".

He quickly followed, and I listened to the sound of the wheels turning, and my brain became active, but it was not in the direction of obedience, it was basically rampant, and I asked without thinking: "Why do you Looking gay?"

He faltered, and the sound of the wheels stopped.My galloping thoughts also stopped, and I immediately regretted it, feeling that I had spoken nonsense.

He only stopped for a few seconds before continuing to walk: "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

I started making nonsense again: "I just watched a movie about this..."

"what movie?"

"I can't remember the name, it's not important! Anyway, it's not very good-looking..." I whispered, "You answer my question first, what do you think of homosexuality?"

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, I added: "Oh, I just asked casually, you can just say whatever you want, don't have to think about it for a long time."

He glanced at me, and remained silent for a long time before speaking: "I don't know, it's kind of disgusting."

I froze for a moment, my heart skipped a beat for no reason, and after the jump, it was like hanging a big rock, dragging it down unexpectedly.It's like riding a roller coaster to the highest point and then rushing down.

I stopped unconsciously, and he realized it when the rear of the car overtook me, stopped and looked at me: "Paradise."

I look at him.

He smiled: "Why do you look so lost?"

"No." I walked quickly and passed him directly.

He caught up with me on his bike, riding slowly and crookedly to match my rhythm.

He looked ahead and said casually: "You don't like me, do you? Asking this all of a sudden, and now with this expression—"

Before he could finish, I yelled, "Bah!"

He stopped looking at the road, turned his face to stare at me, slowly pursed his mouth into an upward arc, and his voice was half breathed: "Why are you still angry? I was joking."

As soon as he finished speaking, I raised my leg and kicked the rear wheel of the bicycle.The kick caught him off guard, and he almost threw himself and the car to the ground.

I watched him bouncing and striding for several steps before he stood still. Before he could scold me, I yelled: "It's not funny at all!" I gasped, pointed at him and scolded: "I'm with you!" Tell me, even if I like men, I won’t like you! Who cares about your dog temper! I grew up making you happy like a pug, how did you treat me? My classmates said I was like Your aunt!" I paused, and then emphasized again, "I like no one and I won't like you, stop being narcissistic!"

I seemed to freeze him by shouting, but tantrums are such a one-stop project, so I didn't pay attention to his reaction.

I bent down and picked up my schoolbag from the bicycle pocket that fell on the ground, stomped my foot on the wheel by the way, and started to run.Without looking back, he ran and shouted: "Don't follow me! Don't take the same path as me! Go home by yourself!"