sweet

Shen Feibai stood behind Wen Yang, until the boy who helped deliver the letter left with the unopened letter again, then turned around quietly and went to the English teacher's office.

Wen Yang returned to the classroom, looking down at the physics exercise book that had been spread out on the table before.

The deskmate returned the test papers that he had borrowed to Wen Yang, and asked casually, "What is the next class looking for you?"

Wen Yang took the test paper, turned his head to look at the deskmate next to him, "pass me the love letter."

"Wow." The deskmate exclaimed, "Where's the love letter?"

"Of course I refused." Wen Yang pointed at his deskmate, "Let me tell you, the job of a student is to study."

The tablemate snorted coldly, "What's the difference between a less exciting life and a salted fish?"

Wen Yang looked at his deskmate with a smile, and the lollipop in his mouth was pushed from left to right, "It's really exciting to be arrested for puppy love, and to be put on the rostrum for exercise during class."

The tablemate immediately changed the subject, "What's Shen Feibai's reaction?"

Wen Yang was taken aback for a moment, then looked back at Shen Fei's empty desk, "Huh?"

The same table said: "He was behind you just now, didn't you notice?"

"I didn't find it." Wen Yang turned his head back, a little confused, "Where did he go?"

The deskmate replied: "The English teacher's office."

Wen Yang answered vaguely, the bell for evening self-study rang, and the noisy classroom quickly became quiet, only the sound of flipping books and the rubbing of pen tip and paper could be heard.

Wen Yang crushed the lollipop, threw the stick into the garbage bag, looked at the exercise book with his face propped up, pulled out a draft notebook, and turned the pen absently.

The aroma from the letter paper still lingered on the boy's fingertips.

Wen Yangxu lowered his eyes, the rotating pen in his hand stopped, and the tip of the pen lightly landed on the manuscript paper, revealing a very faint shadow under the light.

If it is said that Wen Yang has any special emotions about receiving the love letter, it is true that he does not have it, because Wen Yang has often received small notes from girls who turned the corner or handed him face to face since last semester. Or small envelopes.

In other words, he has long been used to it, and he is also used to bluntly rejecting those girls who have a crush on him when he receives a note.

Wen Yang is used to this, and even has a trace of indescribable envy and jealousy towards those girls who bravely show their affection.

For Wen Yang, being able to express his feelings openly in front of the person he likes is something that he is extremely envious of.

Wen Yang also wanted to make his feelings public, and also wanted Shen Feibai to know his feelings, and even imagined that Shen Feibai would respond to his feelings, and then they would fight and fall in love like ordinary couples.

But not possible.

It is impossible for Wen Yang to tell Shen Feibai the sour secret emotion in his heart, and it is even more impossible for Wen Yang to tell the whole world about this emotion openly.

As for Shen Feibai, it was impossible for him to respond to his feelings - he might even alienate him because of his feelings.

So... I'm really envious.

Wen Yang's pen tip is lightly drawing on the paper, his eyelashes droop along with his gaze, casting a thin layer of shadow under his eyes.

He was so envious.

He also wanted to confess his love, and also wanted to say loudly that he liked Shen Feibai.

But once you say it, everything that is peaceful and beautiful now will be turned upside down.

And by his side, there probably wouldn't even be a single person to comfort him.

At this age, it is the most paranoid and proud youth in life. The friends around him are all aggressive adolescents, who still maintain a vague view of good and evil and absolute black and white in the ivory tower.

Such teenagers, who would comfort a homosexual who failed in courtship?

It would be nice not to face the taunt or avoid him.

Thinking of this, Wen Yang felt that the smile on his face could not be held back.

Say out loud how you like it, failure is nothing more than a bitter cry as the end - such a beautiful and relaxing scene is something Wen Yang can't taste.

Even in his fantasy, the future is a soft and warm bright light, but the reality has already stepped on the edge of the abyss, and one step further is the bottomless darkness.

This is an extremely harsh environment that those who can express love generously cannot imagine.

They are so enviable.

Envious to the point of jealousy.

Wen Yang stopped his pen, looked at the mess on the manuscript paper, and sighed silently.

Shen Feibai stood on the podium, holding a stack of English test papers that had just been taken out of the office.

He divided the test papers into groups and distributed them.

The young man glanced at the soft, shaggy black hair of the bamboo horse, only to find that Wen Yang, who always looked at him with a pair of shining eyes, was looking out of the window with his face propped up, looking out of his mind. look.

Shen Feibai squinted his eyes, followed Wen Yang's gaze, and only saw the corridor outside the window, and the street lamp sticking out half of his head just at the end of the corridor.

Shen Feibai walked past Wen Yang calmly, and sat down quietly.

Wen Yang was still in a daze, and even someone walking past him didn't bring him back to his senses.

Shen Feibai looked up at the bamboo horse at the front table, frowning slightly.

Now he wants to pry Wen Yang's head open to see what's going on in this man's mind - or rather, he wants to see who Wen Yang is thinking in his mind.

You know, Wen Yang basically carries a Shen Feibai with him for any activities he does on weekdays.

Half of them were followed by Shen Feibai, and half of them were forced by Wen Yang.

As for Shen Feibai's daily activities, he would basically carry a Wenyang with him.

Their social circles in the school basically overlap completely.

So Shen Feibai has always wondered, when did Wen Yang have the time to meet the girl and fall in love with her.

And Shen Feibai was still thinking about it, but he couldn't figure out who Wen Yang liked.

Because Wen Yang has a generous and hearty attitude towards everyone, no matter whether he is a man or a woman, he can't tell that he is special to anyone at all.

By the end of the first quarter's evening self-study, Shen Feibai was already thinking about whether the girl Wen Yang liked had met while playing games online.

After all, Wen Yang was quite obsessed with the handheld for a while after he got it, and it's normal to meet a girl or two through some game guide groups.

Wen Yang was still in a daze, still sourly thinking about his envy and jealousy towards those girls.

The more I thought about it, the more melancholy I became, with a blank look on my face, and a little bit of depression.

Shen Feibai stared at Wen Yang.

Shen Feibai couldn't sit still.

Shen Feibai stood up!

Shen Feibai walked to Wen Yang's side, and knocked on his desktop, "Where is Sichun?"

Wen Yang slowly came back to his senses, raised his eyes and looked at Shen Feibai for a long time, his eyes that had been staring at the whole evening self-study seemed to be filled with a little soreness and pain.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, looked away, and replied casually: "Yes, I'm thinking about our little Baibai."

Shen Feibai, who was full of spying on the military and catching traitors, choked on such a sentence, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Wen Yang didn't say anything, he looked up at Shen Feibai who was standing by his desk.

Looking at it, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of Shen Feibai's winter school uniform, and pulled it down hard.

Shen Feibai was pulled down by him, and when he came back to his senses, he supported his and Wen Yang's desks with both hands, as if Wen Yang was trapped between his arms.

The posture is not comfortable, but the two people who have their own ghosts in their hearts have maintained this posture for selfishness.

Shen Feibai frowned, with a fierce look on his face, "What are you doing?!"

"Little Baibai!" Wen Yang held on to the hem of Shen Fei's white clothes, "I ask you something, you must answer me honestly!"

Shen Feibai frowned even tighter.

"Can you write love letters?" Wen Yang asked.

Shen Feibai looked at Wen Yang, but didn't speak.

"You can write me a love letter, little white." Wen Yang said with a smile.

Shen Feibai was taken aback, and his expression instantly became extremely subtle.

Wen Yang felt that no matter if he cheated or cheated, he should cheat a love letter written by Shen Feibai to him.

There is no way to confess, it would be nice to leave a sweet thought.

Facing Shen Feibai's slightly subtle expression, he was startled, and realized that his previous words were ambiguous, so he hurriedly added, "Let me refer to how to write, and I will write to the person I like later."

Shen Feibai's original delicate expression faded away the instant he heard these words, and his complexion instantly turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He straightened up and sat back in his seat without saying a word.

I really believed your evil!

Shen Feibai was furious, and really wanted to pry Wen Yang's head open, and get the person Wen Yang likes out of his mind!

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