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Allen didn't know much about dealing with people like Simon.

He always likes to take advantage of his lips, but his behavior is not out of line, neither is it rejected by others, nor is he close, and he doesn't know how to deal with it.

But that's okay, in fact, it's not easy for Allen to deal with anyone.He is dull by nature, and usually tries his best to put on a professional attitude when teaching students, pretending to be unapproachable, so as to avoid all social entertainment.But despite this, it is not uncommon to be teased by students in class to get flushed.And even if he didn't want to admit it, it bothered him.What's more, compared with those little kids' offensives, Simon's molestation is of a completely different level.

So in the past two months, Allen has always consciously adopted an attitude of avoiding Simon, or directly using Nicole to block the gun.Only the Jill incident last time made him take the initiative to talk to Simon on the spur of the moment.

But obviously, that hasty move got him into a lot of trouble—a party he couldn't avoid.I believe that from now on, this will become a thorn in his heart, making him firmer in his determination not to provoke Simon casually.

As a "self-proclaimed" bystander with sharp eyes, in Nicole's words, Alan and Simon are like a silly mouse meeting a bad sex/cat.But she told Alan not to worry, because Simon was like this to everyone, he was just a stinky bastard who liked to bully the weak, as long as Alan was tougher one day, Simon would not bother him.

Allen had no choice but to be skeptical.

Speaking of which, Nicole seems to be very busy recently.It is said that they are doing medical research or writing a thesis, and they don't even have time to eat microwave food, so naturally they don't bother to deal with the relationship between the two stinky men.So Allen knows very well that this drink cannot be avoided after all. Maybe Simon really only intends to have a "Men's Talk"?Then he has no nerve to refuse.So as soon as they left the principal's office, Allen was encouraged by Simon's soft and hard ways, and the two walked to the only bar in the town following the night lights.

The bar has no name.There is only one black signboard with a white cedar carved on it.

The lights were dim and the guests were few and far between.The sound played melodiously soothing lyric songs, and the atmosphere was very quiet.If you don't count the troublesome big guys next to it, it is indeed a good place to rest and relax.

The owner of the bar is a middle-aged man with a beard, wearing a white shirt, with a slender and tall figure, just like the old fir tree on the signboard.He doesn't talk much most of the time, and he's obviously not a very talkative guy.But Simon was a regular customer, and he nodded to Simon as soon as the two entered the door.Then he picked up the cups on the wooden stand and continued to wipe them one by one.

"Two glasses of 'Around the World'." Simon ordered the wine familiarly, and led Allen to sit directly at the corner of the bar.

Allen sat down, and the wooden high pedal structure was a little loose, making a long babbling sound.He couldn't understand the jargon of the liquor store, so he just stared at the cups and alcohol with his blue eyes, watching them twirling in the boss's hands like a magic square, as if he could conjure a dozen rabbits at any time...

Well, frankly speaking, Allen, who is socially impaired, just wants to distract himself with these boring thoughts, so as to pretend that he doesn't feel the weird atmosphere.

However, the handsome man next to him didn't intend to let him get what he wanted.

"Do you remember Lydia?" Simon asked suddenly.

Allen shuddered. "Oh, Lydia Bull, the third year?" he said with faux composure.He had a little impression of that child, it was a very lively child, with beautiful blond hair shuttling among the laughter and laughter in the classroom. "What's wrong?" He asked warily, taking a sip of his wine.He knew Simon wouldn't bring up a name for no reason.

"Hey buddy, relax, it's just chat." Simon laughed, his broad shoulders twitching.

Allen smiled apologetically.There is no way, only one person died today, and his nerves have been tense since the morning, and now he thinks it is not a good omen when he hears anyone's name.

"Mr. Bull is Lydia's father." Simon pointed at the boss. "You will find this very interesting. As long as there are children in every household, they are all your students." He looked at Allen, shaking the contents of the glass .The ice cubes clanged against the walls of the glass.

The two continued to chat like this.From the very beginning, there was no singing, and then we talked very happily.

In fact, regardless of his frivolous attitude, Simon is indeed a good chat partner.He has a taste for life and a style of taste.And during the chat, Allen also learned that Simon had lived in various European countries in the early days, and even stayed in distant eastern countries for a few years. He was a wanderer who really traveled around the world.Once a mature man has connotations, his gestures are very charming. This kind of pheromone has nothing to do with men and women, it is purely a beautiful atmosphere.

Before he knew it, Allen had finished drinking.I don't know what kind of drink it was, but the smell was so strong that it made his forehead ache from the choking.He looked at the vortex in Simon's cup and suddenly became dizzy. "I'm a little sleepy." He blinked hard, forcing himself to be more awake.

"Maybe drunk?" Simon said, his words cloudy and light.He also blinked like Allen, and his blue eyes looked deeper under the dim light, like a deep lake reflecting the stars.

"No, I'm fine, the party is just getting started," Allen said defiantly.In fact, he seldom drinks alcohol, and he doesn't know what it feels like to be drunk.However, according to his common sense, such a thing as pouring a cup can only happen to the most inferior people.No man will prove his incompetence in the drinking hall, this is the insistence of the male, so he must do something to prove that he is not drunk.

But just thinking about it, Allen fell on the table with a touch.

"Hey bro, don't sleep here." Simon shook him, but Alan was as unmoved as a dead fish.Seeing this scene, Simon couldn't help pursing his lips and smiling.Vaguely, he seemed to hear Allen muttering something in a muffled voice, so he leaned closer to listen.

He finally couldn't help laughing.

"I really admire you." He rubbed Alan's head, and the soft feeling he had imagined in his mind now made his palms itch.He felt that this new colleague was getting more and more interesting—who can memorize pi when drunk?He looks more like a teddy bear when drunk, and even the wine is so cute.

"That's it for today." Simon took out his wallet and pulled out a few pounds.

Bull glanced at the table. "Aren't you going to finish your drink?" he asked.Allen's glass was completely empty, but Simon's was barely touched.Vibrant turquoise with the yellow light of the bar, like a witch's dark accent.

"Of course not," Simon put on his windbreaker again, tall and straight like a steep wall. "I can't drink such a strong drink."

He said with a smile, propping up Alan, who was very drunk.

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