I don't want to like you, can I?

The weather in September still carries the heat of summer, and it is the day when school starts once a year, full of youthful atmosphere everywhere.

As students entering the third year of high school, they don't need to report to the school in advance, and most students are quite happy to be able to enter the tense state of preparation later.

Holding the class list in his hand, Ye Qiyang lay on the dormitory bed in a daze.

He came early in the morning, and many students hadn't arrived yet.At his request, only two people were arranged in the dormitory for four people, he and a man named Meng Kang.

Meng Kang hadn't come yet, the dormitory was empty, he was the only one.

Most of the people on the list know each other, but they don't have many personal contacts. He doesn't like to get in touch with people, except for Jian Yue.

This seems to be his only friend.

The two have been inseparable since childhood, and their grades are similar. According to the normal way of class division, the two could not be in the same classroom. Obviously, it was Jian Yue's father who greeted the school again.

Jian Yue needs to be taken care of, Ye Qiyang always thinks so.

He was one year older than Jian Yue, and he was young enough to go to school, but in order to let Jian Yue be with him, Jian Jingshan forced the little Jian Yue into it.

Perhaps because she has always been the one being cared for, Jian Yue is much purer, at least compared to her current self, she is simpler and cleaner.

I remember once asking Jian Yue what he would do if one day he was no longer by his side.

Jian Yue's answer is still fresh in Ye Qiyang's memory.

"It's impossible for us to be separated. Even if we are separated, I will go to you. We are best friends and we will be together forever."

Ye Qiyang couldn't bear to destroy this beautiful dream, so he could only smile and say nothing.

What a luxury it is to be together for a lifetime.

Ye Qiyang got up and got out of bed. He needed to make a bed for Jian Yue. Although Jian Yue had never lived in a school dormitory, she was now in her third year of high school and her studies were more important than before. It is always good to be prepared.

Just after cleaning up, Jian Yue came.

Ye Qiyang took out a brand new cup and poured water for him: "I made the bed for you, if you come to live someday, please let me know in advance."

"I really want to try living in a dormitory." Jian Yue looked forward to it.

"It's not too late to try again after your self-care ability improves." Ye Qiyang picked a few books from the table and threw them into the bag.

Jian Yue pouted, and couldn't help asking: "Qi Yang, am I really that bad?"

"No. There must always be some flaws in order to appear harmonious."

"what?"

"It's time to go to the classroom."

"Then what is your shortcoming?" Jian Yue finished drinking the water and put the cup back to its original place, "Keep this cup for me, I will use it next time."

"That was meant for you."

"You haven't told me yet, what exactly is your flaw?"

"Didn't you always know that?"

"Huh?" Jian Yue blinked suspiciously.

"I just care too much about you."

Just like countless times on the first day of school, the introductions of classmates and the speeches of teachers are all the same and nothing new.

In fact, in the eyes of most people, these are not necessary.Those who want to get acquainted with each other will naturally be familiar with each other, and those who don't want to get in touch, no matter how familiar they are, it doesn't make sense.Especially in the tense third year of high school, these are even more redundant.

The students were all drowsy, only Jian Yue was special.He sat upright, stared at the teacher almost solemnly, and listened carefully to the teachings that others regarded as a lullaby.

The first day of school will be the most free day in the year of senior year.

People in twos and threes gathered together, whether they knew each other or not, they were fighting with each other without any scruples, in a free, unrestrained, youthful rhythm.

Jian Yue sat on the seat, staring straight at Ye Qiyang.

"what happened?"

"Is that really a defect?"

"Have you been thinking about this?"

"When the teacher gave a speech, I wasn't thinking about it."

"Maybe not, at most it's a weakness."

"Oh."

"There should be nothing else today, let's go out for a stroll."

"Okay."

Although it was the first day of school, the school playground was very lively. Of course, most of them were in pairs.

The two found a fairly quiet place and sat down.Jian Yue looked around, almost all of them were a combination of a man and a woman, she couldn't help asking Ye Qiyang: "Are they all in a relationship?"

"I don't know. Otherwise, you can ask." There was no joke in the words.

"No!" Jian Yue stared at Ye Qiyang's profile for a while, "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

In Jian Yue's opinion, Ye Qiyang is quite outstanding, with outstanding appearance and gentle temperament. Such a person should be surrounded by a bunch of girls.

However, from childhood to adulthood, in his memory, no girl had ever shown affection to Ye Qiyang.

Apparently, Jian Yue didn't know that the gentleness he felt was obviously only the indifference of being thousands of miles away from others in the eyes of others.

"I don't like girls."

"Ah?" Jian Yue's brain short-circuited for three seconds, she didn't realize the meaning of this sentence, and continued to ask, "What kind of person do you like?"

Ye Qiyang stared at Jian Yue's expectant face for a while, then turned his gaze to the distance.

He couldn't answer this question. In the past, no matter how weird or even mentally handicapped the question was, he would answer it solemnly, but this time, he didn't know how to let this innocent person in front of him understand his own world .

"Qiyang, you won't be shy, or are you afraid that I'll say it? Don't worry, I..."

"I'm hungry."

"what?"

"It's already noon, let's go eat." Ye Qiyang stood up.

"Okay, let's go together."

Jian Yue was taken aback, and was about to look for the source of the sound that suddenly appeared behind him. When he turned his head for a moment, he saw a magnified grimace. He was startled, backed up again and again, and bumped into Ye Qiyang.

Ye Qiyang reached out and hugged Jian Yue to prevent him from falling, and looked up at the person wearing a ghost mask who suddenly appeared with a frown.

The man was surprised by Jian Yue's fierce reaction, seeing Ye Qiyang's obviously unfriendly eyes, he quickly took off his mask and looked at Jian Yue: "Are you okay?"

Jian Yue shook her head.

The boy smiled apologetically: "My name is Meng Kang. We are in the same class. I met you this morning. I think this mask is very interesting, so I just wanted to make a joke with you. I'm sorry."

Jian Yue had recovered from the shock, gently pushed Ye Qiyang away, walked up to the boy, and smiled: "It's okay, my name is Jian Yue."

"I know, I already remembered that he is Ye Qiyang when I introduced him before." Meng Kang looked at Ye Qiyang whose face had softened, and saw that his eyes had turned to another place, which was in the direction of the restaurant.

"Let's go, let's have dinner together." Meng Kang hugged Jian Yue familiarly.

It has been more than half a month since the school started, and the days are plain and fulfilling. The friendship between the classmates adds a little fun to the boring three points and one line.

Ye Qiyang believes that his senior year in high school will end in this tense and ordinary life, and then he will forget everything and start a new life.

He didn't want to be self-defeating, and was willing to use all his strength to suppress his emotions, and he was sure that he could do it.

But today, everything has changed.

The sounds of excitement or jealousy around him converged into a noisy buzzing, and Ye Qiyang couldn't hear a word clearly, but just unconsciously stared at the person on the podium who had given him endless pain, feeling little by little. Falling to the bottom of the valley, the hidden wound was mercilessly torn open, unprecedented pain.

That person was still as cold as when we first met him, and he seemed to reject everyone, even if he was separated by a few rows of seats, he could still feel the icy aura emanating from his body.

Ye Qiyang, who was in a trance, didn't notice that Jian Yue beside him also lost control.

"Let me introduce to you, this is a new transfer student..."

"Bing Ye, why is it you!" Amidst the private desires of the whole class, an unusually loud voice interrupted the teacher's words.

Everyone looked at the source of the sound, it was Meng Kang, and then turned their eyes back to the expressionless person on the podium in unison, followed by more noisy discussions, nothing more than "so his name is Bing Ye, his You are so handsome." These are some vulgar topics among girls.

Naturally, there is also some envy and jealousy in these gazes.

"Students, please be quiet. Next, please introduce yourself to Sikong Bingye."

The entire classroom was silent, dozens of pairs of eyes stared expectantly at the people on the podium, and everyone seemed to have empathy.

His cold gaze scanned the circle, and he fixed on the only empty seat in the corner. He walked towards that seat without saying a word.

The teacher behind him wanted to stop him, but he didn't seem to hear it. He put down his backpack and stared out the window, leaving the expecting classmates aside, and remained silent from beginning to end.

The teacher coughed lightly in embarrassment: "Students, due to time constraints, we will not arrange seats for the time being. After class, the monitor will rearrange the seats for everyone and write a seat list. Next, we will have class."

Ye Qiyang was absent-minded throughout the class, and after the bell rang, he was still staring at the blackboard in a daze.

Jian Yue touched him: "Qiyang, Meng Kang seems to be very familiar with Sikong Bingye."

In the past, when get out of class was over, Meng Kang would definitely join them, but now he was the first to rush over to find Sikong Bingye.

"Maybe."

"You said, did they know each other very early?"

"I don't know." Ye Qiyang closed the book, "I'm going to the bathroom, how about you?"

Jian Yue shook her head, and continued to look at the corner where more and more people gathered, and Sikong Bingye was about to be obliterated.

Ye Qiyang stared at the distressed Jian Yue thoughtfully, without moving.

"Hey, aren't you going to the bathroom?"

"……Yes."

Ye Qiyang walked out of the classroom alone. Jian Yue's reaction just now was still in front of his eyes. He didn't know how to describe it. For the first time, he felt a little disappointment from the boy with a clean and bright smile.

Not far from the teaching building of the third year of high school, there was an abandoned building, and no one would come to it normally. He opened the door of a classroom at random and walked in.