summer passerby

The sun was rising, and He Ting woke up from a cloudy dream. Xu Ming and Ye Zhiming left last night at some unknown time, only a faint smell of alcohol remained on the balcony.

Before he had time to eat breakfast, He Wenbin's phone rang in.

Seeing the caller clearly on the screen, He Ting's scalp seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and the quarrel at the entrance of the hospital last time echoed in his mind, and he rejected it both psychologically and physically.

The mobile phone was placed on the coffee table, the ringtone rang and went off, went off and rang again, but he didn't answer it either.

After a few back and forth, a text message popped up on the screen: XX Bank Receipt Reminder, the note is "Happy Birthday".

A lot of money.

Only then did He Ting realize that He Wenbin called to ask him to pay attention to collecting money. This is an annual practice. Although his father doesn't care about him, the money that should be given to him will not be less.

Obviously He Wenbin made a mistake in his birthday again, but he didn't bother to care about it - even if he reminded him this year, he would still forget it next year.

It's kind of ironic to think about it, it's obvious that they are father and son whose blood is thicker than water, and now they have to rely on the bank's mechanical text messages to convey their birthday wishes.

After making sure that He Wenbin didn't come to argue with him, He Ting called back the phone.

After a few beeps, He Wenbin's voice sounded: "Son, I'm seventeen today."

"En." He Ting thought to himself, thank you, you didn't remember my age wrong.

He Wenbin asked: "Have you received the money?"

He Ting: "Got it."

He Wenbin continued to talk about the topic: "Your Auntie Li signed an agency for you to go abroad, and also hired a teacher who can teach you TOEFL. I will contact you today."

He Ting was stunned, remembering that Jiang Xindong also said that he supported him to go abroad.

He thought that others had already made it clear, and the previous wishful reluctance and worries seemed superfluous.

Then go out, and everyone is happy.

He replied dryly: "Okay."

He Wenbin looked at the phone screen again in surprise, and confirmed that it was He Ting who dialed.

In the past, He Ting contradicted him everywhere, especially when it came to studying abroad. He wished he could throw the table on the spot, but today he agreed so simply.

"You..." He Wenbin was speechless for a moment, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "It's easy for me to be so obedient, and I won't harm you, your father."

"Well, but I want to choose my major by myself." He Ting was not fully awake, and he still had a nasal voice when answering.

He Wenbin Xu is in a good mood today, and it is the first time he has made concessions on this issue: "You should study hard first, consult your teachers more, and talk about your major later."

"Okay." He Ting didn't refute, but hesitated for a moment before saying, "There's one more thing I want to ask for your help."

……

After lunch, He Ting remembered Jiang Xindong's instructions and took Erqi to the pet hospital. The doctor said that he had a cold and issued a ticket.

After picking up the medicine, He Ting didn't leave, and sat in the waiting room watching people coming and going, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Jiang Xindong took leave of today's class, and He Ting will not see him again until school starts.

Maybe not in the future.

This hospital is very close to Jiang Xindong's home, and Hudou's vaccine sterilization operations are all performed here.

Relying on this information alone, He Ting crossed half of the city with Er Qi in his arms, and waited aimlessly here for two hours.

He didn't want to admit it, but he knew exactly what he was waiting for.

Every person who came out of the corner, he fantasized if it was Jiang Xindong.

He thought he was crazy.

His attitude is clear, but he is still having a vague dream here.

Like a paranoid fool.

It wasn't until the clerk came over to ask if he had anything else to do that he went out hesitantly.

After all, I didn't wait.

The holidays passed quickly, and school had already started in a blink of an eye.

He Ting and Xu Ming were kicked out of the key class and transferred to Class [-] because their grades were not up to standard.

Class [-] is recognized as the most difficult class to lead, with mixed students.The homeroom teacher, Lao Zhou, is about forty. He teaches mathematics. He is thin and thin. He wears a pair of small glasses. He can't distinguish between humans and animals ten meters away from the glasses. He is nicknamed "blind man".

The first class started with the lecture, and He Ting slept soundly in the back row.

Old Zhou's index finger curled up, and he knocked hard on the table a few times: "The new student in the penultimate row by the window, come to the blackboard to do the questions."

He Ting was woken up by his deskmate. When he woke up, he found more than 40 pairs of eyes staring at him. It was more terrifying than dreaming about ghosts.

Although Lao Zhou was small, he looked at him like a knife: "You come up and do the questions! If you can't do it, go stand by the door."

He Ting stared at the blackboard in a daze, summing up the sequence, Jiang Xindong just talked about it a few days ago.

He said that these questions may seem strange, but the solutions are always the same.

The international class didn't have high requirements for mathematics, and the questions on the blackboard were moderately difficult. He Ting recalled the formulas, picked up the chalk and began to write on the blackboard.

Old Zhou's eyes under his small glasses opened wider and wider, and when He finished dictating, he slapped the table coldly and said, "Go down, go to the playground if you sleep again!"

During lunch in the cafeteria, Xu Ming told Ye Zhiming the whole story: "You don't know, but in the end He Ting asked, 'Then shall I still stand by the door', and Lao Zhou's face turned green at that time."

Ye Zhiming smiled and said, "It seems that He Ting has made great progress this summer vacation."

Xu Ming turned his head and asked He Ting: "What kind of tutor is that, so awesome? Tell me about it?"

"Just..." He Ting paused, his eyes gradually dimmed, "It's a man."

He's such an amazing guy, he's been in a daze for the past few days, so he can't introduce him.

"Just kidding, I don't want to learn." After speaking, Xu Ming put the chicken legs in his bowl into Ye Zhiming's bowl, and said leisurely: "I have too much breakfast, help me share it."

Ye Zhiming nodded Nuonuo: "Yeah."

He Ting raised his eyebrows slightly: "I also want to share."

Xu Ming quickly stopped Ye Zhiming, who was about to hold chicken legs for He Ting, and pointed to the direction of 9 o'clock on the front: "Over there, please, go to the line by yourself."

He Ting: "..."

No. [-] Middle School also had classes on Saturday mornings, and Jiang Xindong's math remedial class was drastically reduced to one class a week, and the previously scheduled time was every Sunday morning.

But on Friday, Jiang Xindong sent He Ting a WeChat message, saying that the band will perform on Sunday, and there will be a rehearsal in the morning, so this week's class should not be available.

He Ting was listless, feeling that Jiang Xindong was really trying to alienate him because of his sixth sense experience.

It would be a lie to say that you are not disappointed, but it is useless to be disappointed.

After all, not every straight man can face a gay guy who likes him calmly, and even once a week, every time for two hours.

It must be quite tortured.

He didn't know what to say so that Jiang Xindong would not be disgusted, and finally he simply replied: "Okay."

Jiang Xindong: Sorry.

He Ting: It's okay.

Turning off the phone, He Ting thought about it, and it was actually tiring to find excuses not to come every week.

He decided that the next time Jiang Xindong mentioned it again, he would take the initiative and end the tutoring relationship.

Jiang Xindong doesn't want to be that villain, so let him stop this thought himself.

On Saturday afternoon, the billiards room near No. [-] Middle School.

Xu Ming brought a girl without saying hello, and introduced it to He Ting solemnly: "Tinger, this is Chen Linxi."

He Ting was holding the pool cue to aim, and slightly raised his eyelids to take a look.

Chen Linxi has short-sleeved hot pants, blonde hair permed, and delicate makeup.

In No. [-] Middle School, no one would miss having their hair permed. Their parents would take them home the next day, or they would be dragged by the homeroom teacher to the barbershop at the back door to have their heads shaved off forcibly. That technique was tragic.

She's definitely not one.

"He Ting." He Ting nodded slightly as a greeting, held his breath and concentrated, and hit the hole with one blow.

"Then you play first," Xu Ming raised his eyebrows at He Ting meaningfully, "I'll pick up Zhiming."

He Ting: "..."

There are many types of billiards rooms. There is a room with only one pool table, and there is a room with four or five pool tables.

Although this house is near the school, occasionally some people with foul smells would come here.

He Ting hated the smell of smoke and noise in the room, so he went straight to the private room every time.

At this time, there was only the sound of billiard balls colliding and falling into the bag in the private room. Chen Linxi's skills were good, but they were not as good as him.

At the end of the round, Chen Linxi leaned on the pool table and brushed her hair: "Xu Ming said you don't talk much."

He Ting twitched the corners of his mouth, but didn't answer, grabbed his phone and sent a text message to Xu Ming: "Hurry up and get out of my way."

Not back there.

He Ting said again: "If you don't answer, I will leave now."

"Here we come," Xu Ming replied hastily, "You are so beautiful, this girl won't create opportunities for you."

Pretty is pretty, but it's not his style.

No woman would be his favorite.

He Ting replied coldly: "Take care of yourself first."

Not long after Xu Ming and Ye Zhiming came back here, the door of the private room was pushed open by several people.

Three or four men, two of them are notoriously problematic students in the No. [-] Middle School, hang out with a few social people all day long, fight in groups and collect protection fees to provoke little girls, which is very bad.

Followed by those two societies, a fat man with fancy dyed hair, the other wearing a nose ring and tight leather pants with spikes.

It's been a long time since He Ting has seen such a blatant non-mainstream outfit, really, I really want to ask him if he's hot or not.

He reckoned he made a mistake, so he ignored it and continued playing with his head down.

After a few seconds, the leader of the stab shouted to the people in the room: "Baby!"

He Ting immediately got goosebumps, and his heart trembled, who the hell is your baby?

"Stop pestering me!" Behind Chen Linxi frowned in pain, "I said I'm not interested in you, I have a boyfriend!"

Sting head angry: "Who is your boyfriend?!"

"None of your business!" Chen Linxi ignored him, and walked over to chase someone to close the door.

But the hand was tightly grasped by the thorn, and a red mark was twisted on the wrist.

"Let go!" Chen Linxi struggled several times, shouting at the top of her voice, "It hurts!"

The stabbing head remained indifferent, staring at her and asking, "Who the hell?"

He Ting couldn't see this group of people bullying girls and being weak.It just so happened that he was angry these few days, so he walked over and pushed the prickly head: "What are you doing? They said they are not interested in you!"

How could the stab head hear this, his face was shaking, and he grabbed He Ting's collar with one hand, and said angrily: "Get out of here——"

Before he finished talking, Xu Ming went up and punched Statou hard on the right side of the face, causing Statou to take a few steps back.

After the beating, Xu Ming spat on the ground: "Damn it, my mouth really stinks."

The three people next to the stabbing head were stunned for a moment, then reacted and rushed towards Xu Ming.

He Ting hurried forward.

The six of them fought together, punching and kicking, and their faces were red.Chen Linxi yelled from the side, Ye Zhiming was pulling a useless frame.

Xu Ming has learned fighting, although he is not good at studies, he can deal with two people.Here He Tinggan got down on the ground and turned around when he suddenly saw the man in leather pants walking towards him holding half a jagged glass wine bottle.

The protruding dark green glass spines cast a cold light in the air.

He Ting tried to dodge, but his body was tightly hugged by the fat man, making it difficult to move.

The man in leather pants lifted the wine bottle high and smashed it down on his stomach...

He Ting closed his eyes and waited for a few seconds, but the pain did not come as promised.

He opened his eyes, and in the confusion, he caught a glimpse of a figure standing in front of him.

The man arched his back, biting his white lips hard, with a painful expression on his face.

It was Ye Zhiming.