ex friend

It was not surprising that Lu Feifei received those two messages. It was vaguely strange after the reconciliation. Although Wen Zhihuai didn't say anything, he could still feel that he regarded himself as a friend before. And alienated, even though they walked together all the time, they didn't get close at all, and sometimes Lu Feifei felt that Wen Zhihuai would feel depressed when he walked beside him, but the relationship between friends was not broken.

Lu Feifei wanted to find the reason, but he felt that the reason was the person he liked. He tapped Wen Zhihuai countless times, but Wen Zhihuai kept silent.

Lu Feifei thinks that he likes the same person, and he doesn't like Geng Jing that much, so just let him.

Unexpectedly, it was for her that the friendship between them was shot dead.

Is their ten-year friendship so fragile?

Lu Feifei laughed silently.

Lu Feifei turned his head and asked He Di: "Do you have anything to throw?"

He Di tremblingly handed over his pen.

Lu Feifei took the pen, stood up, turned around, and slammed the pen on the wall behind him.

The loud sound made the whole class turn their heads. Under the attention of everyone, Lu Feifei picked up the pen calmly, opened the pen cover and scratched in his draft book. Handed it to He Di: "Your one is no longer usable, so I'll give you mine."

He Di continued to take the pen tremblingly.

He Di didn't dare to say the remarks that he just unconsciously glanced at.

Wen Meiren...who is it?

Because of the farce just now, the classmates in the class whispered, suddenly someone stood up from his seat and walked towards Lu Feifei.

Lu Feifei felt it, but he still didn't turn his head, but suddenly there was a shadow in front of the table. When he looked up, it was a straight back and neatly trimmed black hair.

Wen Zhihuai said coldly: "Mo Li." The voice paused, "I think people have self-knowledge."

Lu Feifei frowned, even He Di could feel the condensation in the classroom air.

Lu Feifei could read the uncontrollable anger in Wen Zhihuai's tone, but he didn't know why. He stood up and patted Wen Zhihuai's arm lightly. Although he had no opinion on homosexuality, what he said last time was indeed true. It's too serious, but this kind of mistake should also be blamed on Mo Li himself.Lu Feifei didn't intend to apologize, nor did he intend to respond.

Mo Li in front of him trembled his lips, as if he mustered up a lot of courage to say, "You know yourself."

Mo Li walked forward, pointed at Wen Zhihuai and said to Lu Feifei in front of him, "He's just timid."

"He is cowardly!"

"He doesn't deserve your love!"

？ ！！

The crowd looked stunned.

And He Di was surprised when he found out that Wen Meiren was actually Wen Zhihuai.

"You have to go through your own brain when you speak." Lu Feifei's voice became much colder unconsciously.

Mo Lixiang didn't notice it at all, or didn't care, took a step forward, passed Wen Zhihuai, and said in a softer voice, with a request in his tone: "I just want to have the right to like you."

This voice was also heard by Wen Zhihuai, who was very close to them, as if he was standing by and watching a farce.Although he didn't say a word, his thoughts were troubled and he only looked at the person in front of him.

Are you timid?

Is it cowardly?

Honestly, he didn't know either.

Lu Feifei seemed uncomfortable being pushed beyond a safe distance, and Mo Li also noticed it, and even reached out to hold Lu Feifei's hand.

If it weren't for thinking about Wen Zhihuai's anger caused by his poor language that day, and the subsequent cold war, Mo Li would have been dismissed by Lu Feifei with the words 'none of my business' long ago.

Lu Feifei suppressed the anger in his heart, and brushed away Mo Li's hand with the other hand, "Oh, are you okay?" Before Mo Li could answer, he waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he looked into Wen Zhihuai's eyes, no emotion could be seen in the dark pupils, and even being stared at by Wen Zhihuai made him a little uncomfortable.

The moment Wen Zhihuai didn't say anything and was about to turn around and leave, Lu Feifei grabbed his arm, "Let's go to the hot pot opposite the school at noon, shall we?"

Wen Zhihuai stopped, turned to look at Lu Feifei, but still didn't say a word.

But Lu Feifei just looked at him and didn't speak, as if waiting for his reply.

Wen Zhihuai's voice was hoarse, but it was unusually pleasant, "Lu Feifei."

Lu Feifei raised his eyes, "Huh?"

"Didn't you receive the text message I just sent you?"

Lu Feifei frowned slightly, "What text message?" He even picked up the phone and flipped through the text message, "You didn't send me a text message."

Fearing that Wen Zhihuai would not believe it, Lu Feifei held up the text message page in front of him to read, there were a few simple contacts and a lot of spam text messages, "I really didn't receive the text message, what did you send me?"

Wen Zhihuai also seemed to be in a daze for a few seconds, "It's nothing."

"Then shall we have hot pot for lunch?" Lu Feifei returned to the most original question.

Wen Zhihuai: "I..."

Lu Feifei: "Let's eat hot pot, okay?"

Wen Zhihuai struggled for a few seconds, and finally lowered his eyelids and gave an affirmative answer.

"it is good."

Lu Feifei made an ok gesture in the air, but the brows and eyes that were originally full of smiles disappeared without a trace the moment he turned around.

He Di, who was secretly observing the situation, brought everything into his eyes, and his heart was still pounding.

After class at noon, Lu Feifei and Wen Zhihuai went to the hot pot restaurant they often go to for dinner.

The two of them ate very quietly, and neither of them thought about opening their mouths.

Wen Zhihuai picked up a slice of cooked fat beef with chopsticks and put it in Lu Feifei's bowl, and then picked up another slice for himself, as if he had done this many times.

Lu Feifei raised his head and looked at him, his eyes never blinking.

The chopsticks in Wen Zhihuai's hands paused, "What's wrong?"

Lu Feifei shook his head, and put that piece of fat beef into his mouth, but he suddenly wanted to know, how did Wen Zhihuai do this series of movements so proficiently?

Why do people who say they don't want to be friends treat themselves so well?

just like……

Lu Feifei's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Wen Zhihuai." Lu Feifei tapped the rim of his bowl with his chopsticks.

"Ok?"

Lu Feifei stretched out two fingers, pointing at his own eyes, "Look into my eyes."

"What are you doing?" Wen Zhihuai continued to eat his own.

Lu Feifei kicked him mercilessly from under the table, "If you tell you to watch it, you can watch it."

Wen Zhihuai shook his head helplessly, then raised his head, "What's wrong?"

Lu Feifei read a question before, how to be sure that a person really loves you?

One Gao Zan replied like this: You stare at him for ten seconds to see if he will kiss you.

Inexplicably, Lu Feifei wanted to do this, and there was still an uncontrollable heartbeat in his chest.

Although he immediately refuted it at the time, why did Mo Li say that he was timid? He had someone he could never like. He obviously didn't want to be friends with him, but he still treated him so well.

Maybe it's not that I don't want to be friends, but that I can't be friends.

Maybe...he really doesn't like Geng Jing.

Lu Feifei didn't know what kind of answer he wanted, and he didn't know what he should do if he was faced with an affirmative or negative answer. At this moment, he really wanted to know this answer.

After the two of them stared at each other for more than ten seconds, Lu Feifei asked, "Is there anything you want to do at this time?"

Wen Zhihuai: "?"

Wen Zhihuai: "I just want to eat."

"..."

Lu Feifei looked at the green vegetables he had just caught in the air, and waved his hands as if to let him go, "You eat as you like." Then he fiddled with the food in the bowl in front of him, and muttered: "It's not interesting."

He didn't notice that Wen Zhihuai let out a breath before putting the vegetables into his mouth.

It wasn't until the beating of the heart stabilized that Lu Feifei realized what a stupid thing he had done, what a nonsensical guess that Wen Zhihuai needed to cooperate with all his strength.

Lu Feifei looked at the person on the opposite side through the rising heat of the hot pot, and after thinking about it, he wondered if he was a pervert, and he was still talking about disgusting about the incident before.

But Lu Feifei, as long as he has a certain thought, that thought will linger inexplicably and be deeply rooted.

If it's Wen Zhihuai, it doesn't seem so annoying, does it?

And that dream, that most honest bodily response...

Lu Feifei thought for a while, and took a piece of meat from the pot and put it in Wen Zhihuai's bowl, "You eat too."

Wen Zhihuai raised his head and looked at him unexpectedly, his eyes revealed doubtful information.

Lu Feifei: "..."

Lu Feifei: Have I never done this action before?

Lu Feifei pretended to cough a few times.

Wen Zhihuai came back to his senses, bowed his head and chuckled, picked it up with chopsticks, and ate it.

Wen Zhihuai was holding the mobile phone in his left hand under the table. The screen of the mobile phone was on, and it was still showing the page for sending text messages. The two text messages clearly showed that they were sent successfully. Wen Zhihuai couldn't figure out why they didn't receive them.

Why is there a bit of bitterness in my mouth when I eat something that is obviously sweet?

The two of them ate so much that they were not at the dinner table, and each had their own absent-mindedness.