Dedicated to the silly little white artist

33

Zheng He went to BEACHER with Mr. Bai. It was the first time for him to really enter this kind of place. Hearing Mr. Bai said that there was a small room on the third floor with video games and so on, he went up excitedly.

Abei followed behind him, clearly supposed to be watching over Zheng He, but when he went in to play, he was crazier than Zheng He, his fingers were almost like knocking on a machine, and Zheng He started to ache all over his body when he heard the forceful sound.

"Abe," Zheng He called him, "what are you playing?"

Abe glanced at him and said, "Basketball, are you with me?"

Zheng He shook his head. His motor nerves are not very good, and he has never won the game of shooting basketball. He asked, "When will Mr. Bai finish his work?"

"You have business with him?" Abe asked.

Zheng He didn't nod or shake his head, and said, "I just want to know when to go back."

"Then you will have to wait for a while." Abe said, "Mr. Bai is so busy that he doesn't know how long he will be busy. Why don't you go find him."

"He's working, it's not good for me to go in." Zheng He said.

"It's okay." Abe turned off the machine, and said, "He must not be angry with you, and I think you're not having much fun, so go up."

Zheng He smiled embarrassedly. He originally thought it would be fun here, but after he entered, he found that there were only a few things, not as good as the video game city in front of his school, and said: "No, I'll wait here, he is busy. I'll go when I'm done."

"Don't," Abel picked him up, and said, "I'm tired of playing too, I can't go out even if you stay here, let's go, let's go, I'll come to you with some food."

Zheng He looked at him, and said, "I think you're having a good time, that machine is about to be smashed into a hole by you."

Abe scratched his hair and said with a laugh: "That's all acting skills, acting skills, children don't understand."

34

Mr. Bai was indeed not angry because Zheng He disturbed him. On the top floor of BEACHER, Zheng He looked at the windowless corridor as mentioned in the book, and pushed open the door of the office.

Mr. Bai was sitting on a chair reading documents, when he looked up and saw Zheng He coming in, he nodded to him, smiled and pointed to the sofa next to him to beckon him to sit down.

"Mr. Bai, I'm sorry to disturb your work." Zheng He said.

Mr. Bai turned a page and said, "It's okay, I just happen to be bored here."

Zheng He sat on the sofa and looked around. He originally thought that the sight would be dim in a place without windows, but there is a small light bulb in each piece of the suspended ceiling here, which is much brighter than the outside.

Mr. Bai asked: "I'll be done in a while, you wait here, if you're not interested, there are books in the bookcase, find one you like to read."

"Oh," Zheng He saw that there was no water in his water glass, walked over to help him pour water, and asked, "Where is the kettle?"

"That's the tea room," Mr. Bai pointed to a small door on the left next to the door.

"What do you drink? Tea or coffee?" Zheng He asked when he saw the water stains in the teacup and knew that the other party had just drank coffee.

"Can you make coffee?" Mr. Bai asked with a smile.

"No," Zheng He said frankly, "and I don't even know how to use the coffee machine."

Mr. Bai said: "But I don't have tea here."

"You don't even drink tea?" Zheng He opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Mr. Bai leaned on the table, crossed his hands against his chin, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"It's nothing," Zheng He said, "I don't drink tea often either."

Mr. Bai sneered: "Then you made that expression just now..."

Zheng He's face was a little red, and he said, "I just think you really miss the kind of person who would drink tea a lot, well, don't laugh, there's neither coffee nor tea, so you can drink plain water."

"I don't want to drink." Mr. Bai said.

"It's good for your health." Zheng He didn't pay attention to his protest at all.

Mr. Bai watched him take the water glass back, took a sip, and asked, "Is downstairs boring?"

"It's okay, I'll get tired of playing after a while." Zheng He said.

"I thought people of your age would like it very much," Mr. Bai thought for a while, and said, "But it also has something to do with the equipment. When it was first renovated, it wasn't for playing with it, but it was just for me. I'll put some equipment there."

"I think it looks like a room with a big bed inside. What is that room for?" Zheng He asked blankly.

"Didn't you realize that that floor is all rooms?" Mr. Bai asked.

"I found it." Zheng He said: "They are all doors, and there are house numbers on them."

Mr. Bai put down the document, signed his name on it, and said, "Then you haven't guessed it yet."

Zheng He shook his head: "I don't know."

Mr. Bai put down his pen, closed the document, and said, "Sexy room, understand?"

Zheng He:"……"

Mr. Bai looked at Zheng He's silly face with great interest, and said intriguingly: "You are really a good boy, have you never been to this kind of place before?"

"I, I...how could I know!?" Zheng He said angrily after being made uncomfortable by Mr. Bai's obvious teasing.

Mr. Bai suddenly grabbed Zheng He's hand and drew circles around his palm. Zheng He wanted to shrink back itchyly, but the man pulled him back to him. Mr. Bai asked in a hoarse voice: "Yesterday I I told you, do you remember?"

"What did you say?" Zheng He thought for a while but couldn't remember, mainly because the two of them talked too much every day, and most of them were useless.

"I said," Mr. Bai said, "According to the content in the book, we will be together after 11 years, so it's better to be earlier..."

Zheng He suddenly remembered, he looked at Mr. Bai in horror, and asked, "You don't mean to do that kind of thing to me now, do you? I, I can't fall in love early..."

Mr. Bai endured the pain with a smile, he said: "What's wrong with me? You tell me and let me listen."

Zheng He said: "You are not bad, I also like you, but I am too young now, I am only seventeen, you can't do this."

"Where are you young?" Mr. Bai looked down and looked down at Zheng He.

Zheng He covered the important parts and said angrily, "Old pervert, where are you looking!"

Mr. Bai's hand was still holding onto Zheng He's arm. Zheng He twitched twice and said, "It hurts a little from what you grabbed. Let go. I want to go out."

"No." Mr. Bai said with a smile, and asked, "Have you ever done it with a woman?"

"No! No, no, no!" Zheng He's neck was red, and he shouted: "What are you doing! Can you be normal! I'm going to be angry!"

Mr. Bai continued to ask, "What about the man?"

"You are sick!" Zheng He couldn't choose what to say: "I have never done it with a woman, how can I do it with a man!"

"That means you are clean?" Mr. Bai asked.

"Damn! Don't ask me!" Zheng He said: "Let go, I don't want to stay here anymore, you let me go back."

"Stay with me for a while," Mr. Bai said with a smile, "Just sit beside me and don't wander around."

Zheng He was actually a little scared just now. Mr. Bai stared at him in a strange way, which made him vigilant. He didn't even find the book this time, so he returned to sit on the sofa without saying a word.

The secretary came over and brought him juice and cakes. He was an elderly, thin, middle-aged man. Looking at Zheng He's small appearance, he looked at Mr. Bai with disapproval, and said, "You scared him again, didn't you?"

"You can blame me for everything." Mr. Bai laughed.

"Just the two of you were here, was it you or who?" The secretary lowered his head and asked Zheng He: "Good boy, you go back first, I'll let the car take you back."

Zheng He stuffed the little cake into his mouth, and was about to nod when Mr. Bai suddenly put down the document and looked at the two of them, saying, "Zheng He, sit down."

The skinny secretary sighed and said, "You're bullying the child again."

"What does my people have to do with you?" Mr. Bai waved his hand and said, "Go out, let someone come in if you have something to do, I don't want to see you within today."

The skinny secretary went out while shaking his head. Zheng He felt that Mr. Bai...why did he look like a child?

"Zheng He, come here," Mr. Bai said.

"What did you ask me to do again?" Zheng He gulped down his juice, without any intention of standing up.

Seeing that Zheng He didn't want to pay attention to himself, Mr. Bai came over and sat next to him, put his hand on Zheng He's waist, and asked softly, "Did you scare you just now?"

Zheng He said stiffly: "Come on, you have the face of a little monster, I'm scared when I see you."

"Okay, I apologize," Mr. Bai said, "but what do you think?"

"I don't want anything." Zheng He said: "Even if the book says what will happen in the future, the future will still change. You don't like men now, and I don't like men. I don't even want to be an actor. You can actually completely ignore what happens in the book."

"What do you mean? You don't like me!?" Mr. Bai was rarely emotional.

Zheng He blinked and said, "What I'm talking about is... I don't like men."

"I'm a man," Mr. Bai said, "You mean you're rejecting me, right?"

Zheng He was completely intoxicated by Mr. Bai's bandit thinking. He said, "Then you don't like men either? You don't even know how to talk to men!"

"I can learn." Mr. Bai pulled Zheng He and was about to stand up. Zheng He asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"There's MB downstairs." Mr. Bai said, "Come and see it with me."

Zheng He grabbed the sofa tightly and shouted, "Be normal! Have you been abstinent for more than ten years!? When you hear such things, you get excited! I'm still a student now! Are you a social person? Self-knowledge?!"

"Then what method do you want to use?" Mr. Bai asked.

Seeing that he had calmed down again, Zheng He straightened his collar and said, "Don't you think that what you are focusing on now is not these things, but your relationship with me?"

"I think it's fine now," Mr. Bai said.

"Please, that's what you think." Zheng He said, "I still have to go to university. I remember you have a mental illness, right? If I'm really with you, can you let me live in a dormitory?"

Mr. Bai hugged his chest and said, "It's impossible for me to let you live in the dormitory now."

"Look at you!" Zheng He said: "That's it, so we have to distance ourselves, you live your life, I live my life, if something happens, we will meet again in 11 years, what do you think?"

"Rebut," said Mr. Bai, "since you are mine, I can't let you go."

Zheng He sighed deeply. Mr. Bai's personality was exactly the same as that in the book, and he could be stubborn. He said, "Then don't you have the intention to resist? Just because of the two books, you will accept a man in the future. "

"I think you're good," Mr. Bai said, "I've already accepted the reality, so you should also accept the reality. Come downstairs with me to watch how gays have sex."

"No, no!" Zheng He firmly grasped the sofa.

Another tug of war.