Qiu Ren is always very tired [Comprehensive]

The end of Mihua Primary School is 03:30. Those who are closer to home will walk home in small groups, playing and playing, and those who are far away from home have their parents waiting at the school gate to pick them up.

As for my home being far away, my parents don't have time to pick me up...

From a distance, he saw a black Bentley parked at the school gate, the license plate number on it was the same as what Qiuren had told him before leaving in the morning.

The car was surrounded by children carrying schoolbags. Children of this age are all sensory creatures. Although they have no idea about famous brand cars, they subconsciously think that this car is cool.

Amidst the amazed and envious gazes, Hong opened the door of the back seat of the car and got in.

The black Bentley sped away, and in a hidden corner, a red Mercedes-Benz parked there quietly.

"go back?"

Yamada looked back at the young man in the back seat. The young man hadn't made a sound since just now, and Yamada didn't specifically talk to him. He only asked after the black Bentley in front left.

"Back to school."

"what?"

Yamada thought he had heard wrong.

"The student union still has some things to deal with."

Yamada: "..."

Damn, I suddenly want to hit someone.

……

"How was your first day at school?"

Qiuren put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, looked at the young man who was eating soba noodles, and asked.

The action of the boy eating noodles paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question, and he seemed to be organizing his words.

"pretty good."

A few seconds later, the boy gave this answer, and then buried himself in eating soba noodles.

This answer sounded a little perfunctory, but Qiuren knew that the boy was not just being perfunctory, but that he really felt good about it.

The next afternoon, Akito managed to skip the last math class again, and Yamada was already waiting for him at the gate of Hyotei High School.

"I remember you still have a black Honda, and you will pick me up in that one later."

This was the first thing Qiuren said when he sat down.

"What?"

Yamada looked back at him, then widened his eyes in disbelief, "What do you mean in the future?!"

"The red is too conspicuous."

"It's so conspicuous. I am a dark red with a low-key connotation. It is completely different from the bright red that is flamboyant. No, you haven't said what you mean in the future!"

He stopped the engine halfway through the start, and Yamada turned around 180 degrees, staring blankly at the young man in the back seat.

"From now on, you will be responsible for picking me up and sending me off. Of course, I will settle the employment fee separately."

The young man was half lying on the soft back seat, his eyes were half closed, and a trace of fatigue appeared on his handsome face.

"Are you going to hire me to be your exclusive driver? I remember you hired me to be the manager of the coffee shop? Where's Uncle Matsumoto?"

Yamada asked three questions in one breath. After asking, he still turned around and looked at Akito in the back seat, as if he wouldn't turn around and drive if he couldn't get a satisfactory answer.

"Yes, that's right, pick up the jelly."

Akito uttered his answer concisely, and added another sentence when Yamada was about to say something more.

"I'll sleep for a while, and call me when I get there."

Then he leaned his head on the spacious back seat, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep directly.

Yamada: "..."

Hold back, you can't beat him...

"I said, are you overprotective of him?"

Yamada had a cigarette in his mouth, but the end of the cigarette was not lit. He was talking indistinctly with the cigarette in his mouth, and glanced at the young man in the back seat looking out the window.

"You can't be real..."

Before he could finish the second half of his sentence, he was stared blankly by the young man and swallowed it back into his stomach again.

Uncle Matsumoto's car was still parked at the same place as yesterday, surrounded by a circle of curious children, but maybe their parents had warned them in advance, and they just looked at the car with envious eyes. The car did not directly approach and touch the car like ordinary brats.

A few minutes later, the boy with strange hair color finally appeared in the field of vision, but behind the boy were several senior students, each of them was taller than the boy by a head, standing beside them, the boy was of an average size. It looks extremely short and thin.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in the school. When the students passing by saw this situation, most of them acted as if they hadn’t seen it. kind of treat.

Only a very small number of students stood aside and watched hesitantly, but these students who held a wait-and-see attitude would often run away as soon as the seniors frightened them casually.

Even though the current situation can be described as a "crisis", the young man's face is still expressionless.

"Want to go down and help?"

Yamada spit out the unlit cigarette in his mouth, pointed out the window and asked.

"No, it's just a fight between children, he can solve it by himself."

Qiuren said indifferently.

Then when you are saying this, can you stop picking at my chair, I just changed it this morning...

Yamada stared at the boy's hands that were almost sinking into the leather seat with distressed eyes. Several distinct fingerprints had been left on the well-crafted leather seat.

"Boom classmate!"

Several children around his age suddenly appeared beside the boy, and Akito noticed that the little boy named Conan whom he had met a few times before was also there.

The car was a little far away, and Qiuren didn't know what those teenagers were talking about, but after these teenagers appeared, the previous senior students left in despair.

After all, this is the gate of the school, no matter how courageous they are, they would not dare to clash with several lower grade students here.

After the senior students left, the children who had rescued him talked to him one by one.

Although the young man's character was vaguely withdrawn, he would not ignore it directly when others were talking to him, but he basically replied when others asked him a question, so it was not very warm.

If this kind of conversation was between adults, it would probably end soon, but a child of this age always has endless things to say, and he didn't care about the boy's cold reaction at all, and still talked to him enthusiastically.

Yamada bet he'd seen something similar to that look of relief on the face of the young man in the backseat just now.

Although it only appeared for a short moment...

Among the four teenagers, a cute-looking little girl was particularly enthusiastic, and she was also the one who talked to Hong the most among the four. Until Hong got in Uncle Matsumoto's car and left from the school gate, the little girl was still driving towards the car. Smiling and waving in the direction away.

"Go back directly or go back to school first?"

Yamada glanced at the young man in the back seat.

"Where is the nearest bookstore?"

Qiuren ignored his inquiry, but instead asked him a question.

"You want to go to the bookstore to buy books first?"

Yamada took out the mobile phone in his pocket, searched it on the map, and after confirming the location, he turned to look at the young man in the back seat.

"Ah."

Qiu Ren leaned back on the soft back seat, nodded sleepily.

"I think bookstores should have books that record the various harms of puppy love."

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