Toffee Master

Looking at the eager Yang Xingyu, Tang Ye felt like "I don't understand you but I'm shocked". The other party's attitude changed too quickly, and he was avoiding him like a "scourge" half an hour ago.

He looked down at the ball of paper in his hand. Could it be that he was so irritated when he heard that he was confessed?

And only this can explain why Yang Xingyu's attitude changed drastically.

Thinking of this possibility, Tang Ye's mouth turned up uncontrollably.

In Yang Xingyu's eyes, his smirk at the paper ball turned into a little candy paper full of joy because of being confessed.

Yang Xingyu suddenly became flustered, and even started to stutter: "Tangtang Page, you open it and see what was written, maybe it's not a confession, but trouble for you."

"Huh? Probably not, that person is almost turning into a crab."

Tang Ye glanced suspiciously at him, and Yang Xingyu looked away guiltily, and he said irritably, "Maybe the other party is a movie king, and he's just trying to confuse you."

Tang Ye suppressed a smile, and nodded thoughtfully: "As expected of Brother Yu, what you said makes sense, I'd better take a look first."

"Right."

Yang Xingyu saw that Tang Ye believed in his own evil, and immediately smiled, and at the same time moved over without a trace, trying to watch the content of the paper ball together.

After Tang Ye noticed his small movements, she sat face to face with him, and then separated their faces with a small ball of paper.

He still felt that he had to respect that person's privacy. Even if the person was Yang Xingyu, whom he liked, he shouldn't read this ball of paper that he mustered up the courage to send over together.

He was right.

The ball of paper is full of admiration for him, and he is invited to meet in the square on Saturday.

Tang Ye felt a little worried about the final invitation, but he had already thought of a solution in his heart.

He could see the seriousness of the other party. Unlike the scrawled paper on the outside, the words inside were written stroke by stroke. Tang Ye even suspected that the other party used a ruler to measure the writing, because the bottom of each word Very unnaturally in a line.

He wanted to laugh a little, this clumsy and serious relationship alone was worth going to the date, and then seriously rejecting the other party.

Yang Xingyu didn't know what he was thinking, and thought that the little candy paper was amused by the content, so he dishonestly looked up, down, left, and right for a gap in the paper ball: "What did you say? You seem to be quite happy?"

"No."

Tang Ye flattened the ball of paper and folded it again, "It's indeed a confession letter, the other party asked me out to meet."

Yang Xingyu:! ! !

"Jojo asked you to meet? Why did I ask you to meet? Where did I ask you to meet? When did I meet?"

It was the first time Tang Ye saw him flustered like this, and couldn't hold back a little bit of news: "Go out on Saturday."

He thought for a while and comforted Yang Xingyu, "Brother Yu, don't worry, I will take care of this matter."

Yang Xingyu opened his mouth blankly, wanting to continue asking him what he would do, but Zhou Li walked in at this moment.

"Okay, okay, don't worry about the answers, don't worry, the results will come out soon." Zhou Li patted the podium with a smile.

In order to let the students enjoy the best education, the school is not even willing to omit the evening self-study after the midterm exam. The evening self-study of Class [-] of the second year of senior high school happens to be the turn of the head teacher Zhou Li.

Yang Xingyu's eyes showed sadness, Lao Zhou's eyesight was getting worse and worse, and he always showed up at critical moments.

Zhou Li keenly caught his eyes, stared back directly, pushed his glasses and said, "What kind of eyes are you? Am I disturbing your good business?"

Following Zhou Li's gaze, everyone looked back and saw that Yang Xingyu was almost on Tang Ye's body, with one arm still on the back of the other's chair, as if he was hugging him.

Someone started booing, and the students who were already excited all uttered "ohhh".

Tang Ye blushed, and subconsciously pushed Yang Xingyu's knee, motioning him to sprint to the side.

Yang Xingyu raised his chin and said indifferently: "It's not a good thing to disturb me, I'm going to get the last math problem from Tang Ye's set soon."

He let go of Tang Ye's chair, leaned on the back of his chair, swayed back and forth with a chair leg as a support, and said, "How do you plan to compensate me, Lao Zhou?"

Tang Ye glanced at him, thinking that he was still far behind Yang Xingyu in terms of skin thickness and psychological quality.

Zhou Li smiled and said, "It's not easy. Tell me which method Tang Ye used to solve the problem. I will compensate you with two completely different methods."

"That's about the same." Yang Xingyu snorted.

Zhou Li naturally started math class, and the students who were excited just now were like eggplants beaten by Shuang, listless and lost in confusion looking at the blackboard.

During the exam, Tang Ye could only think of two methods to solve the problems, so he was very interested in the third method mentioned by Zhou Li, and soon entered the state of listening to the class seriously.

On the other hand, Yang Xingyu was not in the mood to listen to the class at all, sitting on the chair and fidgeting restlessly, thinking about Xiao Tangzhi's date on Saturday, whether he glanced at Tang Ye's table belly where the note was placed.

The state of the two of them listening to the class was completely different from usual. Wang Zhuqi glanced in their direction from time to time, and then couldn't help but sigh for Yang Xingyu.

After the evening self-study was finally over, Yang Xingyu helped Tang Ye push the small electric donkey, followed by Wang Zhuqi, and the three of them walked to the old lunch box in silence.

Sister Liu specially saved meals for them. This is a habit that has been preserved since the old lunch box opened. Every time Yang Xingyu finished his midterm and final exams, Sister Liu would treat him to a meal, as a thank you for his support and help all the time.

The three of them came to the private room last time, and the hot food was neatly placed on the table.

Tang Ye was already hungry, and he didn't show any courtesy to Yang Xingyu and Wang Zhuqi, so he sat down and started eating: "I'm starving, brother Yu, Zhuzi, I'm using my chopsticks!"

He put a mouthful of heart meat into his mouth, and squinted his eyes contentedly: "Sister Liu is so good at cooking, I can eat this meal every day."

"Hey, I want to eat too! I can't give you all this time," Wang Zhuqi saw the cold pork heart on the table with a sore nose, and turned to Yang Xingyu, "Brother Yu still remembers me..."

"That's great", he didn't say it after seeing Yang Xingyu.

Yang Xingyu sat next to Tang Ye, his eyes were glued to him tightly, the chopsticks mechanically held the rice, and sent it to his mouth one by one, with a frowning look on his face, as if there was some big event that would cause the sky to fall.

Wang Zhuqi looked again at Tang Ye, who had no feeling at all and was feasting, and curled his lips. Forget it, he'd better eat.

During the meal, Yang Xingyu found several opportunities to ask Tang Ye where he was going on Saturday, and if he could not go.

But every time the words got out of his mouth, he couldn't ask them again. Yang Xingyu couldn't think of what capacity he should ask these questions. The roommate and deskmate sounded close, but it was far from being able to interfere in private affairs.

This meal was basically eaten by Tang Ye and Wang Zhuqi, and Yang Xingyu ate a few mouthfuls of rice and one or two slices of meat.

After eating and drinking, Wang Zhuqi ran away without loyalty.

He could see clearly that his brother Yu became a sentimental little fairy boy as soon as he fell in love.

It's better for him not to care about the affairs of the two of them, otherwise he might become his brother Yu's love consultant in the end.

Wang Zhuqi couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this possibility, tsk tsk, it's hard to say whether he will be able to treat Yang Xingyu as his big brother again.

Tang Ye rode a small electric donkey and took Yang Xingyu home. He looked in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but said to the person in the back seat: "Brother Yu, are you feeling uncomfortable? I just saw that you didn't eat much. If you want Don't go to the night market to buy you a bowl of hot and sour noodles?"

Yang Xingyu's heart warmed when he heard the words, Xiao Tangzhi still cared about him, even if he really crossed the line, he probably wouldn't be angry.

He opened his mouth again after thinking about it, and summoned up the courage to ask, "You..."

"Ok?"

"...It's okay, I'm not too hungry, I ate too much at noon."

Annoyed, Yang Xingyu pinched his thigh hard. How could he never realize that he was so timid!

"Oh...then if you are hungry at night, there is something to eat in the refrigerator."

Tang Ye tilted his head because he didn't know, but he quickly thought of a possibility, Yang Xingyu couldn't be still struggling with the confession letter!

In fact, in his eyes, he had completely confessed to Yang Xingyu about the confession letter, and handling it well meant rejecting him properly.

The content of the confession letter and the location of the meeting were not disclosed, and it was only to respect the privacy of the other party.

But I don't know which part of it went wrong, so Yang Xingyu didn't understand what he meant.

Tang Ye raised his eyebrows, turned his body slightly, and saw Yang Xingyu's tangled and annoyed face from the rearview mirror. His pitiful appearance looked like a bullied Samoyed, although Yang Xingyu was darker than Samoyed.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, and thought maliciously: Who told you to avoid me for a while, go in a hurry!

Tang Ye didn't want to explain clearly, and Yang Xingyu couldn't find a chance to ask, so the matter dragged on until Saturday.

The more it came to the time when Tang Ye and that person were going to meet, the more irritable Yang Xingyu became, especially on the day when the midterm exam results came out during this period.

Yang Xingyu played steadily and sat firmly at the top of the grade.

Tang Ye is still the king of partial subjects. He ranks first in mathematics and physics, and last in English and chemistry. His grades are outstanding in every sense, which has brought his popularity to a new level.

Yang Xingyu felt that he was soaked in vinegar every day, but fortunately there were no such bold confessors, so he could feel better.

Early on Saturday morning, it was rare for Tang Ye not to sleep in late. After washing up, he picked out a set of casual clothes and put them on. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw Yang Xingyu sitting on the sofa with a stiff waist.

"Xing Xingyu, are you awake? Did I disturb you?"

Yang Xingyu turned his head stiffly, his eyes widened instantly when he saw his outfit, he tried his best to make himself look the same as usual, and said in a low voice: "Going out?"

"Um……"

Only then did Tang Ye realize that Yang Xingyu had thick dark circles under his eyes. He frowned, regretting and distressed, "Didn't sleep well last night?"

Yang Xingyu didn't speak, he suffered from insomnia last night.

Tang Ye sighed, walked to his side, lightly touched his dark circles with his fingers, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Don't worry, I will reject him well, and then come back to accompany you of."

He said softly: "You have a good rest at home, and I will bring you delicious food when you come back."

Yang Xingyu hummed vaguely, but he didn't hear what Tang Ye was saying at all.

The cold fingers that belonged to the small candy paper and the unique sweet taste made his brain, which had become dull due to staying up late, completely go on strike.

Tang Ye stroked his hair with a smile, and whispered in his ear, "Good boy, I'm leaving."

The warm breath brushed against his ears, Yang Xingyu shuddered, and then the door was closed with a "bang" that completely brought him back to his senses.

He looked at the empty room, jumped up from the sofa, and skillfully pulled out a sportswear from under the sofa cushions, put it on in a hurry, and muttered: "Quick, quick! Little The candy wrappers should go far away in a while, and it would be a disaster if they can't keep up!"