Goldfish Fireworks

July.

It was as if summer had entered overnight, with heat waves rolling in the air that had lost its coolness, and the scorching sun made it impossible to open your eyes for a while.The trees on the campus are already lush and lush, the sunlight casts mottled shadows through the lush green branches and leaves, and the golden shattered shadows sway slightly when the wind blows by.

After the high school graduation ceremony, the students packed up their things and left the classroom one after another. In the end, only he and the boy were left in the classroom.

The sky outside the window was clear, so clean that there was no cloud, and the pale golden sunlight fell on the rows of desks through the window, quiet and silent.

The general manager sat on the desk, shaking his legs comfortably, watching the young man with purple hair and blue eyes sorting out his study materials without saying a word, recording something from time to time, as if he still wanted to leave a final note on his high school career. a sum.

The general manager looked at him for a while, jumped off the desk, walked to Saitoichi, watched him silently arranging the books, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Hey, Mr. Yi."

"Ah."

The boy slightly curved his lips and said something jokingly.

"I like you."

"Ah."

"...Ah?"

The boy with purple hair and blue eyes raised his eyes, "What did you just say?"

The chief raised his eyebrows and said without blinking: "I like you."

"..." The boy with purple hair and blue eyes froze instantly.

There was an eerie silence in the classroom for a long time...

"Please...please don't make such a joke." The purple-haired and blue-eyed boy quickly looked away, lowered his head to pretend to be calm and continued to organize the books, but accidentally touched the notebook in hand.

A teasing smile flashed across the chief's green eyes.

He and the boy with purple hair and blue eyes had been at the same table in high school for three years, but he hardly heard him speak, and his grades were very different from his.

Every day in class, he would lazily lie on the table, looking sideways at the handsome face of the purple-haired and blue-eyed boy, watching him study hard, and always felt that time passed quietly and peacefully.

Just now, he couldn't help feeling amused when he saw an imperceptible panic flash in the blue eyes of the purple-haired boy who were usually cold and calm.

The director bent down, picked up the notebook, put it on his desk, leaned over the desk, propped his chin with one hand, and looked at him with a smile.

"I like you, Yijun."

"..." The purple-haired and blue-eyed young man pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, but the roots of his ears were slightly red.

"Let me tell you," the chief executive looked at him with a half-smile, "I've already confessed my love to you, so why don't you give me an answer?"

The boy with purple hair and blue eyes trembled, looked out of the window as if deliberately avoiding something, and said in a low voice: "Please don't play tricks on me... Okita-san, this joke is not funny."

"Hey——" the director deliberately dragged his tone, and suddenly approached him, "Do you think I'm joking? It's too much..."

"... Okita-san," the purple-haired and blue-eyed boy pretended to look at him calmly, "I don't..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and the director's lightly smiling green eyes reflected his own face.

"Ok?"

"I...I don't like you." After a slight pause, he said incoherently, "Also, please understand, we are both boys."

The general manager smiled lightly, but his green eyes deepened, "Hey, it looks like I was rejected."

"..." The boy with purple hair and blue eyes lowered his head and said nothing.

There was a long silence in the classroom.

……

"...Hey, Mr. Yi."

The young man with purple hair and blue eyes raised his head, but saw Zong Si's handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of his eyes, and in the next moment, something warm was stuck to his lips.

"..."

He sat there stiffly, the headmaster leaned over across the desk, his eyes widened and he could only see the smiling green eyes of the young man, the sunlight outside the window fell on his thick eyelashes which were gently flapping , as if dyed with a crystal-clear honey-colored streamer.

The bright sunlight coming in from the window blurred the boy's outline.

At that moment, the summer breeze blew past quietly, making him close his eyes involuntarily.The hustle and bustle of the playground suddenly went away, and the light fragrance of the young grass and wild flowers downstairs outside the window was brought by the breeze, surrounding the tip of the nose, overflowing with the scorching love of summer, making people hold their breath.

The notepad on the table was blown away by the wind, and it was flipped halfway, only to see the beautiful handwriting on it:

"Healways look at me in class.

But...I like his greeneyes.”

The young man's lips were warm and cool, but this kiss made him who had always been cold suddenly ignite a fiery feeling.This inexplicable scorching heat frightened himself, he suddenly pushed the boy away, grabbed his schoolbag and ran out of the classroom in a panic.

The boy with brown hair and green eyes stood where he was, his bangs were blown by the breeze, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

After a while, he bent down and slowly picked up the fallen book.

"Hey—"

"One gentleman—"

"You left your book—"

"Huh? Why is there a photo in this book?"

"...Huh? Why is it my picture?"