First Contact

Ye Yao froze for a moment, and quickly snapped back to his senses.

It obviously couldn't have been Lu Xun trying to shake his hand, it could only have been Lu Xun trying to remove his hand, but very unfortunately choosing to evacuate at the same time and in the same direction as him.

For someone who loathes physical contact with men, this can be an unfortunate thing.

Ye Yao took his hand straight back to his side, and returned to the counter to take a few sheets of paper and put them in front of Lu Xun.

Lu Xun had a stern face, looked very fierce and half-affectionate, and seemed to be about to get up and fight with Ye Yao the next second.

"Here you go." Ye Yao said.

The sullen school bully took a paper towel from Ye Yao and wiped the corner of the desktop, which was a little wet from the frozen lemonade.

Ye Yao: "Not for you to use to wipe the table ...... Forget it, it's all good."

Lu Xun looked over with a frown, "What did you say?"

"Didn't say anything." It looked like Lu Xun didn't want to talk about it anymore, so Ye Yao didn't mention it, "I'll go on and get busy, call me if you need anything."

Lu Xun watches in silence as Ye Yao turns back around, tosses the paper towel into the trash can below, and holds the cold lemonade in the same hand that Ye Yao touched.

...... touching Ye Yao's hand didn't make him feel sick.

Probably because they're friends, and it's normal for friends to occasionally hook up and give each other high fives and fist bumps.

All kinds of chaotic thoughts flew into Lu Xun's head.

Who says you have to touch fists and palms to be a friend? Isn't spiritual communication enough?

It's also a bit different from a high five, which is finger to finger, which is kind of gross to think about.

But it's okay with Ye Yao, who looks like a straight guy like him, and he's clean and neat.

...... He wouldn't be the first friend to run into Ye Yao's hand, would he?

The door to the milk tea store was opened, the wind chime rang a few times, and there were hot, cheeky male voices ringing out.

"Ye Zi, we've come to see you!"

Lu Xun looked up and saw a few other boys from their class.

They had probably just finished playing soccer, and their hair was still wet from the game, and they were laughing and joking as they walked up to the counter to talk to Ye Yao.

Inside the store it was quite noisy, and Lu Xun couldn't hear the full conversation, only the occasional sentence or two as Ye Yao handed over the prepared drinks.

The table that had been talking in front of him left, and Lu Xun was finally able to hear Ye Yao's conversation with the boys.

"Let's fight together in a few days, it's been a while since we've been able to fight together."

"Okay, Thursday and Friday is fine with me." Ye Yao said.

"If you come I'll make an appointment to fight with the group from class three, I'm a thief for losing last time!"

"If you don't come, you'll never be my dear father again!"

The boy in black puts his hand out in a waiting high-five gesture, "It's a deal Ye Zi, no cheating!"

Ye Yao briefly high-fives his friends, jokes with them some more, and watches them leave.

When everything was calm again, Lu Xun lowered his eyes and averted his gaze, his aura of being unapproachable intensifying.

I have to say, the more I read about the topic in the textbook, the more annoying it gets.

*

At the end of the working hours, Ye Yao changed his clothes and grabbed his backpack backstage and walked over to Lu Xun's table.

Their new school bully was probably in a cranky mood from writing his homework, frowning and not looking half as nice as he should have been.

Ye Yao thinks he's probably a little bit off, anyway, and he's in an incredibly happy mood when he sees someone who wasn't studying start to learn, even if that person looks like they're about to beat the crap out of the person who made the question.

It's good. We are all the future pillars of our country.

"Finished writing? Lend me a copy." Ye Yao said in an extremely natural manner.

Lu Xun fiercely scattered the pen clutching his hand and leaned towards the back of the chair, "How can you possibly finish writing so many questions?"

Ye Yao sat down across from Lu Xun and pulled Lu Xun's workbook over to look at it, raising an eyebrow.

"You actually wrote out these questions." Ye Yao said, "I saw you sleeping during class, and you were able to write this, impressive."

The vicious school bully didn't seem so vicious anymore, "...... What do you need to say about that?"

Ye Yao took out his own workbook and started copying, saying as he did so, "Can I borrow your homework to copy from now on? It's much faster this way."

Lu Xun's expression stiffened slightly, and if someone else had said this to him, Lu Xun felt like he could have immediately started his sneer mode.

What a joke, actually someone expects to copy his homework in the future! Do you have no hands? If you don't have time to do it, then don't hand it in. If you don't even have the guts to be criticized by the teacher for not handing it in, then you think of copying the homework, and putting this burden on him is just a joke among jokes, and it is none of his business.

He couldn't possibly follow his homework even if he ran away from home for three years and jumped off a building.

But the person sitting across from him now, telling him this, is Ye Yao.

...... Ye Yao has such a serious attitude towards learning, he must really have no time to write.

It was rare to make a friend with a personality and temperament so to his liking, so it probably wasn't a good idea to reject them outright.

Lu Xun stiffened, "You could have borrowed someone else's."

Lu Xun The conversation took a sudden turn, "You can borrow the homework of the group of friends that just came to you, the one you high-fived looks fine to me, and her academic performance looks good."

What's the point of letting someone who already does his homework on time borrow it and copy it for him, Ye Yao is not interested in that, he's more interested in getting people to write who wouldn't have opened a book in the first place.

"They're not at my table, it's inconvenient." Ye Yao said, "After all, you're the one at my table."

Lu Xun's face doesn't stink anymore.

When the homeroom teacher put them together at the same table, she wanted Ye Yao, as the class president, to control his discipline, and she probably wanted Ye Yao, as the top of the year, to explain to him what he didn't understand when she had time.

Who would have thought that, instead of asking Ye Yao questions, Ye Yao would start copying his homework.

Lu Xun, in a good mood, changed his mind.

"Depends on my mood." Lu Xun said.

After copying their homework, the two exited the milk tea store and rode home.

Lu Xun has rented a house here that meets his needs in all aspects of decoration, and Ye Yao's neighborhood is not far away from each other, both on the same avenue, so they can walk to many places together.

At the fork in the road, Lu Xun was about to coolly say "let's go" and separate from Ye Yao when he was stopped.

Ye Yao stopped the car, propped one leg on the ground, and turned his head to look at Lu Xun.

"Do you live alone?" Ye Yao asked.

"I don't live alone, do I have to share a room with someone?" Lu Xun asked rhetorically.

Sharing a room was not going to happen, not in this lifetime, and the thought of having to share a room with someone else in a house that belonged to him was annoying, and he preferred to be left alone.

Ye Yao tapped his finger on the handlebar, the breeze blew his collar and hair, under the blue sky and green trees, he looked like a young man who came out of the cartoon, untainted by the mundane and unquestioned by the world.

Such a teenager looked at Lu Xun, his face had no joking demeanor and was full of seriousness.

"Take down my phone number and call me if anything happens." Ye Yao said, "There can be a lot of trouble living out here alone, no need to be polite about such things. I've lived here for more than ten years, I'm a lot more familiar with it than you are."

Lu Xun is quite a rebel, born into a wealthy family, he has heard too many people say with affection that they want to help him and take care of him, but he doesn't want to be taken care of, he wants to be taken care of.

But now the person who said it was Ye Yao, and Lu Xun intuited that the sincerity in the words was heavy.

It wasn't a very long time together, but it was clear that Ye Yao's allotted time was quite tight. If he wasn't really worried, how could he have carved out an unknown piece of time for him.

Lu Xun fished his cell phone out of his pocket in silence, deposited Ye Yao's number at the number Ye Yao had told him, and looked at Ye Yao again.

A little unaccustomed to the warmth, the rebellious school bully raised an eyebrow with a bad smile and said in a joking tone, "You're not afraid I'll call you at two or three in the middle of the night?"

"It doesn't matter." Ye Yao smiled a light smile, "Anytime, it doesn't matter about this kind of thing."

Ye Yao pedaled: "Let's go."

The teenager rode his bicycle farther and farther away, and the breeze blew the drums of his school uniform, making his back more and more thin.

*

Lu Xun went home, ordered himself takeout for dinner and then started doing nothing.

In the past he would have gone out to play basketball, and if he didn't want to go out then he would have watched TV or played games to pass the time, but he had no interest in any of that right now for some reason.

Lu Xun laid on the sofa for a good half hour in boredom, walked to the study to the desk and pulled out a book.

Never mind, just look around, lest one day he's in a good mood and willing to copy Ye Yao's homework and do it slowly.

There was magic in the open book, and Lu Xun read it for about ten minutes and closed his eyes.

Having fallen asleep on his desk at 7 or 8 p.m., Lu Xun woke up with a start at almost one in the morning.

There was some tickling in his throat, and Lu Xun coughed a few times, intending to leave the den and go back to his bedroom for another night's sleep.

Just as he was about to close the open window, Lu Xun saw a slightly familiar figure from the far side of the road opposite the study.

Too far away to see, Lu Xun take out the phone, find the photo function to zoom in on that point, is always roughly see clearly.

It's Ye Yao leaving a cab with a woman who appears to be in her thirties, and Ye Yao is holding the woman up so that she can walk without difficulty. Every now and then, the woman reaches up to cover her mouth and appears to be coughing.

Ye Yao walked around the corner and disappeared.

Lu Xun made a quick judgment that the woman was probably Ye Yao's sick mother, and since her mother was suddenly unwell in the middle of the night, Ye Yao had taken her to the hospital and was just now returning.

Lu Xun associates himself.

...... Before Ye Yao said that bit to him, was it because he was afraid that he would be alone in the house and get sick and no one would take care of him, so he specifically instructed to call no matter what time of the day or night?

There was an unexplainable feeling in his heart, not an urge to keep going against someone.

Ye Yao's figure could no longer be seen on the street, Lu Xun put down his cell phone and left the study to go to his bedroom.

Lying on the wide bed, silence and loneliness enveloped.

Lu Xun tossed and turned for half a day, took out his cell phone, and looked again at the newly added cell phone number, set as the first contact.

After doing this, he was satisfied and closed his eyes quietly.