He is the most colorful part of his dark life,
He is the only warmth flowing in his dry heart.
The person is as pale as a chrysanthemum VS the middle-aged girl
The flirtatious and powerful academic student is attacked VS the hot-faced and invincible academic student
Wenchang No. 3 Middle School transferred to a top student who was admitted under special admission rules, but Mo Huanyuan, who was number one in his grade, dismissed him.
"Hmph, he just looks better and studies better. Can he surpass me?"
He never expected that the transfer student would take the first place in the first monthly exam, stealing his limelight.
On a blustery night, Mo Huanyuan led a group of juniors to intercept the transfer students.
Just when everyone thought he would cause trouble for the transfer student, they saw him solemnly handing the iron rod to the transfer student.
"No, here you go."
On the first day that he transferred to the new high school, Yu Lian discovered a secret - his aloof classmate Mo Huanyuan, the top student in the school, was secretly the top student in the school.
Late at night, the man who didn't even look at him during the day was trampling someone on the ground. The smoke was lingering, and the moonlight outlined the cold and hard lines of his profile, like a blade unsheathed.
Yu Lian leaned on the corner, instead of hiding, he smiled.
The next day, Mo Huanyuan seemed like a different person.
Early self-study, a beautifully packed breakfast was placed on Yu Lian's table. Yu Yan frowned and raised his eyes, meeting the other party's unabashed gaze - that gaze seemed to be staring at prey, but there was also a hint of... Attentiveness?
"Little fish~"
Yu Lian's body trembled.
This man used to cherish words like gold, but now he can be called eight hundred times a day. The little fish is long and the little fish is short, and the aloof male god was born to talk.
Yu Lian chewed his rice with an expressionless face, wondering if he was sick?
Mo Huanyuan held his chin and looked at him, with an undercurrent surging in his eyes: He actually likes my cooking! As expected, Yu Lian must like me^ ^
Later, Mo Huanyuan blocked him in the storage room. The sound of the door lock falling was particularly clear in the silence.
"You hate me?" The voice was very low, and the heat brushed against his ears.
Yu Lian pressed his back against the wall and did not hide: "... I don't hate it."
"That means you like him?" Mo Huanyuan leaned down, the tip of his nose almost touching him.
Yu Lian raised his eyes, met those deep eyes, and curled his lips: "I don't like it that much."
——But he didn't push him away.
The ink has dried up, leaving only a lingering fragrance.
Looking back at that time, years have passed.
Intention: When you meet the person you love, please hold his hand