Aristocrat Boys School

ecause of Shao Hang?”

“No.” Jian Chi lowered his voice unconsciously, surrendering after a stalemate for two seconds: “Well, he is part of the reason.”

“Jian Chi, I thought we were friends,” Wen Chuan said, his eyes flashing slightly, he rarely said a complete long sentence, “I have never taken the rumors to heart because I believe in you.
You have to refuse due to Shao Hang’s sake?”

The declarative words were bland and powerful, and the rhetorical question at the end made Jian Chi dumbfounded.
He didn’t do it for Shao Hang, but for himself, but as Wen Chuan said, this was a choice that can’t have both parties happy.
Either compromise with Shao Hang or accept Wen Chuan’s invitation.
His feelings for the former were too complicated, but Wen Chuan was undoubtedly a friend.

While hesitating, Wen Chuan seemed to have understood the answer, the corners of his lips pursed tightly, and he made a sound after a while: “I see…”

“I’ll go.” Jian Chi hurriedly answered.

Sure enough, the heavens finally moved in Wen Chuan’s direction.

Jian Chi knew that his most distinctive label in the eyes of others was a ‘good student’.
A good student who would never skip class or violate school rules.
But in fact, it was not the first time that Jian Chi had done something contrary to the rules.
The rules of Yuncheng High School were not as strict as those of Saintston.
At that time, Jian Chi would spend a whole evening in the air-conditioned office for self-study on the grounds of helping the teacher to correct papers.
As long as he said that he had completed his homework, he believed his teacher wouldn’t say much.
When the outcome of an event can be easily foreseen, Jian Chi of course couldn’t avoid choosing a shortcut that made him more comfortable.

He didn’t like to regret, and when the decision was made, he won’t think about it again.
At night, the empty roads of the campus were shrouded in the silent moonlight.
Wen Chuan was dressed in black, with his hands in his pockets, standing under the streetlamp, merging with the shadow.
His eyes followed Jian Chi who came down from the dormitory building, the corners of his lips tilted upward indistinctly and he asked in a low voice, “Are you nervous?”

“Don’t ask this question at this time.” Jian Chi took Wen Chuan’s arm and walked forward quickly.
He couldn’t guarantee that Shao Hang believed the rhetoric of ‘going to the library to counsel Zhang Yang’, and Shao Hang almost followed.
But thinking of Shao Hang’s expression after being fooled, Jian Chi’s mood was as comfortable as the evening wind blowing across his cheeks.

Compromise was self-preservation, and did not mean that he gave permission for Shao Hang to move into his dormitory without authorization.
This feeling of revenge made Jian Chi ignore the nervousness, and only after walking a long way did he turn his head to answer Wen Chuan’s first question: “It’s very exciting.”

Wen Chuan let him pull him forward and smiled silently.

The location of the school was too remote, and it took a lot of time to take a taxi to the city.
This was the first time Jian Chi had seen the night scene of Chuanlin city center.
The first thing of course was to buy a gift.
Jian Chi bought the set of books in person, only to know that Wen Chuan had ordered a cake in advance.
It was six inches in size, the color was a bright rainbow, and there was a little candy man on top, which had the words ‘Happy Birthday’.
Looking at it separately, it looked unsophisticated, but together it looked quite good.

“Does Jing Jing know that I’m coming tonight?” When he was about to arrive, Jian Chi became nervous.
This was his first birthday surprise.

Wen Chuan said, “I didn’t tell her, she would be happy to see you there.”

In order to ease the tension, Jian Chi made a joke: “Do you guarantee that she will be happy?”

“En, promise.”

Wen Chuan turned his eyes away, the long hair tied up made his face clear and thin, and the eyelashes casted a shadow, which was not so clear in the night, however, Jian Chi couldn’t look away, and a low voice flowed into his ears: “She accepts the people I accept, she also likes everything I like.”

When he walked to the door, the voice-activated light came on, which also illuminated the momentary turmoil in Jian Chi’s heart.
It was probably because the light just now was too dark and the words were too heavy that he could see a strange color in Wen Chuan’s eyes, which was exactly the same as what Ji Huaisi once showed.