Chapter 495: Qiao Mu Private High School

Time is slowly coming to the point where there are less than a hundred days left before the college entrance exam.

Hou Tong still hasn't found the girl Bai Liu likes, but the approaching college entrance exams have distracted her from paying as much attention to Bai Liu.

So did everyone else, even Xu Wei had nothing to find fault with Bai Liu.

Qiao Mu's private high school has weekly exams, monthly exams, and a semi-monthly round-robin exam, and organizing papers and rankings, and dealing with her son Bao Kangle's up and down grades is enough to keep her on her toes.

Lu Yizhan and Fang Dian also began to be crazy extra classes, every time they sneak down to find Bai Liu, they all look like they are only out of breath but not in breath, Fang Dian is even walking around can droop eyelids, fell on Lu Yizhan's back huffing and puffing.

So Bai Liu told them not to come down to look for themselves lately, everything will be over after senior year, it's not like they won't see each other for a few months, or ever again.

Lu Yizhan reluctantly agreed.

So at the height of the senior year, when everyone was busiest, Bai Liu was uniquely free.

Evening study, nine o'clock, class seventeen.

Qiao Mu's senior night study hall usually lasts until 10:00 p.m., but in the last three months of senior year, most of the students in Bai Liu's class are gone, and parents come to pick up their kids at 9:00 p.m.

In the classroom, students with disheveled and tired faces pack up their teaching aids, papers, homework and stationery boxes, and walk towards their parents who are waiting anxiously outside the door, and the first thing the parents ask when they receive their students' bags must be:

"How did you learn today?"

Or "How was your test today?"

Outside the classroom there is a bustle of departing students and parents, none of whom have anything to do with Bai Liu.

Bai Liu sits alone in the corner of the gradually emptying classroom, nonchalantly twirling his pen, propping up his jaw as he calculates a conic curve problem in math.

The final result of the puzzle was root two, and he'd done it three times, for an hour, and the result was still one-half.

After sorting through the question three times and still not realizing where he went wrong, Bai Liu began to get in a bad mood, narrowing his eyes and quickly scanning the question again with a look of readiness to assassinate the question, and at the end of the scanning process, the tip of his pen stopped and clicked on the period of the last sentence of the question.

Then the last word and period were unpleasantly blacked out.

Math, so annoying.

Time goes slower and slower, the night is getting later and later, the classroom of class 17 at the end of the second floor is gradually empty, only Bai Liu, who is in the bottom right corner by the window, is still solving this conic curve problem for the fourth time.

In the high school in late spring and early summer there was a very subtle mosquito chirping coming from the window, the seat in front of Bai Liu which was originally empty suddenly moved on its own, dragging closer to Bai Liu's seat, and finally sticking tightly to the front of Bai Liu's desk and didn't move.

If a student had been passing by the window at this time, he or she would have screamed out in horror - this was the plot of some school horror movie!

Spades, his long legs splayed out, straddled the back of the man's chair in front of Bai Liu, and he plopped his head down on the back of the chair, wrapped his arms around the back of the chair, and tilted his head at Bai Liu, asking, "Why are you still working on this problem? You counted the last problem very quickly."

He looked a little stifled for his height shrinking into a high school chair like this one, his whole body felt like he was sitting in an ill-fitting child's chair, both feet stepping around on the floor quite restlessly, making both the chair and his body sitting in it sway back and forth along with him.

Bai Liu's chair was swaying as well, and he lifted his eyelids and swept a glance at Spades in front of him, his tone cold: "Don't shake your chair, my table is shaking too."

"Oh." Spades pulls his legs back as he turns his chair around and sits down squarely in front of Bai Liu while stiffly tucking his legs under Bai Liu's desk and pressing them against Bai Liu's calves.

This tight layout of space under the desktop tops it all up a bit.

Bai Liu's pen traced a mark on the test paper along with the desktop that was elevated by Spades' leg, his eyelids fluttered, but Spades pursued the question ignorantly, "Why are you counting what jiu in this question?"

The last question was the easiest geometry question of course it was fast.

But Bai Liu didn't explain to Spades in this way, he didn't look at Spades, he looked down at the question, and his tone was light and casual and perfunctory: "Because this question won't let me do the math right."

"What's to stop you from getting it right?" Spades frowns, "Then kill the question."

Bai Liu paused, the corners of his mouth quirked up very shallowly, then flattened out again, "Can't kill this one ......"

His words stopped abruptly.

Spades braced himself against his desk and leaned forward abruptly, one of his legs under the desk unconsciously reaching out to Bai Liu's leg, lifting his foot to step on Bai Liu's chair as he tried to move it backward, holding Bai Liu in place.

On the desktop, Spades' long and strong left hand opened up and steadily held Bai Liu's right hand, which was turning the pen, and fixed his hand in place, stopping at the position where he was still one-half of the wrong problem even after the fourth time of counting.

Spades stepped and gripped so firmly that Bai Liu could barely move, and a strange cold touch of skin came from the backs of his hands wrapped around Spades and from Spades' knees against his thighs, as if a block of ice were embracing him.

This made Bai Liu suddenly realize something--

--The monster that had accompanied him through his time as a man, had invaded his territory ignorantly, and by clutching the given affection from him, had grown into a behemoth that could control his every move.

He actually didn't even have the strength to pull out a pen in this monster's vice-like grip.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes, his gaze falling to the palm of Spades' left hand, which gripped his foot-larger one, and the smooth, tight musculature of his small arm.

He did not grow muscles so fast, this guy is fierce growth, already from only his calf so high a ball, long to the knee can be against his thigh position.

"Why can't you kill this question." Spades looked at the paper on Bai Liu's desktop as if he hadn't noticed anything, he wrapped his hand around Bai Liu's hand holding the pen and said in an unusual tone, "If you don't like the question, I'll kill it for you."

Spades' head rests against Bai Liu's front, and he leans in a little more, close enough to cross his breath, and the shadow of the two men intertwined falls across the roll.

It was too close, and the moment Spades lifted his eyes to his, he could clearly see Spades' face half-hidden by his hair, and his own reflection in the other man's silver-blue eyes.

Bai Liu's breathing stopped for a moment as he quickly averted his gaze and lowered his eyes.

Honestly, it was really hard to imagine that a man who looked like this was a mess of puppy-like lines half a year ago, which was superior in appearance to any NPC he'd ever seen in the game who was known for their beauty.

Not to mention, this superiority still includes body image.

These looks and body are enough to convince Bai Liu that her future self will be mesmerized by the beauty of such a man and stir up trouble every day.

After all, that's what he's foreshadowing right now.

Bai Liu's right hand holding the pen curled up, the fingertips squeezing the pen so hard that they turned white, his tone still cold: "...... How are you going to help me kill this question?"

Spades lifts his eyes, and he stares intently at Bai Liu for a moment before his eyes move down to land on Bai Liu's lips, his tone carrying a strong note of purpose:

"Now you reward me and I'll kill it for you."

Bai Liu pursed his lips for a second almost reflexively, then declined quickly, "No reward."

"I said no in the classroom."

"But you also said it's not allowed in the dorm room either." Spades grips Bai Liu's wrists and presses down, both of his hands braced on either side of Bai Liu's desk, burying his head into the hollow of Bai Liu's shoulder, pressing against his shoulder, his voice a little muffled, "And where would that be okay?"

"You haven't rewarded me in 84 minutes."

- - It's also pretty much only one and a half evening study sessions too.

One and a half nights before study hall, when Bai Liu was washing clothes in the dormitory, Spades wanted to hold his hand and wash them together, and in this way he claimed credit and needed a reward, which Bai Liu didn't want to give - he didn't know at all who started this kind of rewarding crooked and unorthodox style?

Just cuddling him for a load of laundry requires a bonus kiss for five minutes, and is the future him always making this kind of bad deal on this guy?

But somehow, it ended up being a reward and a minute overtime because of another kiss on the way out the door.

Originally, Bai Liu had forbidden Spades to follow him to study in the evening because Spades was really detrimental to his study condition.

But it's as if Bai Liu turned around when the door closed and took a second look at Spades behind it.

Through the crack in the door, Spades is lying face down in a big shape on Bai Liu's dormitory bed, burying his head deep into Bai Liu's quilt and his freshly changed school uniform, and a strong, abandoned feeling pervades the entire monster's head, as if there is a dark cloud of lightning and thunder, wind and rain, over his head.

Then, I don't know what happened, but Bai Liu felt as if he was possessed, and through the door that was about to close, he called out very softly to Spades, "Do you want to come with me?

Spades looked up, no emotion on his face, but stared straight at Bai Liu with those silver-blue eyes and said, "I want it."

And then, Bai Liu couldn't recall much, and when he did remember again, he remembered Spades taking him by the wrist and yanking him into the dormitory, holding his shoulder down against that half-open dormitory door, and very much taking it upon himself to get a minute's worth of credit.

Bai Liu drank two glasses of cold water before leaving the house to bring down her red lips.

The later it gets, the more Bai Liu spends time with this mass of monsters, the more times he gets this kind of haunted, which can't help but make Bai Liu wary of whether or not there are some special abilities in this dog, such as making his mind blank and disconnected for a short while and becoming unconscious.

Like right now.

Bai Liu was about to say, "There's no reward tonight, and you can't go to bed," but then he tilted his head and locked eyes with Spades, who was leaning on his shoulder for a second.

Spades lowered his eyes, a bit of fine light falling from his long eyelashes, his originally cold appearance had a very calming warmth in the orange light, his silver-blue eyes looking intently at Bai Liu, his tone of voice suddenly becoming softer:

"I like you, Bai Liu."

There was clearly no emotion in this favorite, but it sounded so tender and cherished that Bai Liu felt something in his heart tremble uncontrollably.

So Bai Liu put down his pen, and the words on his lips calmly became, "I'm tired of doing the questions, let's go to the playground and take a stroll."

"There just so happens to be a reward for you there as well."

A year ago Bai Liu would never have imagined that he would come to the playground alone after 9:30 p.m., because this is usually the place where Qiao Mu High School couples who are secretly in love would come when they make out.

In his sophomore year of high school, Bai Liu came to the playground for one reason and one reason only: to give Lu Yizhan and Fang Dian, the couple who came to the playground, a break.

Because the head teacher would appear with a flashlight from time to time on the playground lawn wherever people gathered, and he patrolled the men and women walking together one by one, alert and sharp, with fierce and cruel eyes, ready to ruthlessly break up each pair of adolescent love, like an old lone wolf roaming the grassland observing his prey.

When this old lone wolf finds out, Bai Liu, the expressionless light bulb, will be a good shield.

So Bai Liu is familiar with this playground, and he knows a lot of places where couples can be alone, like the ping-pong table next to the stadium.

He knew that those adolescent hormonal and sexually charged boys couldn't resist kissing their girlfriends in these places, hugging them, and even slipping their hands into their school uniforms.

Bai Liu had seen these couples' unhinged faces many times while walking around the playground with Fang Dian and Lu Yizhan, and they had been transformed into panicked ugliness under the light of the headmaster's flashlight and hysterical screams and curses, like demons caught in a demon-spotting mirror.

Some guys will even dart off alone leaving their disheveled girlfriends behind.

Bai Liu at that time was coldly and calmly watching these farces, as if he were watching something that happened in another world, and to another species.

He didn't understand the reason for the boys' restlessness, or the girls' heartbreaking cries, or why, having heard the instructor's voice, they had to scramble to stick together and do this ludicrous thing that made no sense other than to express their sexuality.

To Bai Liu a year ago, love was a silly thing and desire was the real motive.

But the inability to reasonably control one's desires and do things that simply have no consequences is a cheap waste of desire.

Bai Liu never thought he'd be one of these stupid couples, just as he never thought he'd be unable to control his own desires.

Spades put the breathing Bai Liu on the ping pong table, his lips slid down the corner of Bai Liu's lips to his jaw, quick kisses and pecks, there is a strange gentleness, his hand has already loosened the hem of Bai Liu's school uniform, at the moment he reached in and pressed it against his skin, Bai Liu couldn't help but tremble at the waist for that cold temperature, his whole body was like a scalded shrimp curled up into a ball, shrinking into Spades' arms. His whole body curled up into a ball like a cooked shrimp and shrunk into Spades' arms, his delicate white fingers clutched the clothes on Spades' shoulders.

Bai Liu's breathing is so fast that it sounds like he's drowning, a choking sensation of not being able to catch his breath as he slowly lifts his head from Spades' shoulder.

Ping pong table next to the dim street light down, Bai Liu's eyes around the circle has been reddened to the point of wet, his dark eyes in the light has a kind of disoriented laxity, in a kind of dizziness is about to brain explosion, he heard the director of the teaching staff's voice came from far away.

He had never understood before why those couples were still unwilling to separate even though they had clearly heard the voice.

But in this moment ......

Bai Liu's eyes closed slowly as he hugged his boyfriend, feeling his soul slipping in a warm swoon as a pair of silver-blue eyes gazed at him tenderly, kissing the corners of his eyes and the back of his ears, whispering to him in his ear:

"I like you."

I might actually be psychotic, or I might actually be crazy.

Bai Liu opens his eyes and he looks at the approaching flashlight light in a trance.

In this moment, he was actually thinking that if the headmaster found out later, if Spades, the monster, left him and ran away, would he cry like those girls because he was abandoned?

Will he?

He doesn't know.

Bai Liu hugged Spades' back tightly as he closed his eyes and let himself sink.

...... If the future is together, it means they should not be separated.