TTCTT Ch62part2

The warm sunshine outside is spread on the table, Zhu Chi’s hand is resting on his chin, his amber eyes have no focus, and he is staring blankly outside.

He has impeccable good looks, pale lips, and a slender neck as white as a handful of snow.

Fan Jun had no interest in girls since he was a child, and he was more inclined to read magazines for male models with good figure. When girls confess to him in his first year of high school, his reaction in his heart was not joy but rejection.

Since then, Fan Jun has thoroughly realized that his sexual orientation may be somewhat different from ordinary people.

But even so, he has no specific impression of what kind of person he really likes, and he can’t imagine his ideal type in his mind.

But since seeing Zhu Chi, he has a general outline in his mind.

Fan Jun called to him: “Teacher, I have finished.”

Zhu Chi looked at him shyly, smiled, and then picked up the paper. He then carefully checked Fan Jun’s solution to the questions.

He always does things seriously. When he thinks, he will subconsciously chew onto his lips, his eyes are very focused, and his thin white fingers point line by line along his answers, which is particularly rigorous.

Finally, he put down the paper and smiled with satisfaction: “Well done.”

Getting this affirmation, Fan Jun’s lip angle also evoked a faint smile.

It turns out that being praised by his tutor mad ehim happier.

For him, being praised by Zhu Chi is the reward mechanism for learning this subject.

He propped up his face with his right hand, gently buckled the desktop with his left hand, and squinted at Zhu Chi, like a cat with a bad idea: “Teacher, why do you look a little out of shape today? Are you bullied by your boyfriend?”

Zhu Chi: “?”

Where is this coming from?

Looking at Zhu Chi’s vacant expression, Fan Jun continued to seduce: “If you are with me, I will definitely be good to you and will never bully you.”

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more biased, Zhu Chi also looked at him, turned his eyes and explained to him seriously: “You misunderstood, he was very good to me, very, very good.”

Looking at the eagerness in Zhu Chi’s eyes to defend his sweetheart, Fan Jun suddenly felt that he had been sprinkled with a wave of dog food and shot himself in the foot.

He sat up straight, unconvinced, and said, “Anyway, if you don’t like him and want to kick him, or if he changes his mind and doesn’t like you, you can come to me at any time, and I will always leave you a place here.”

Zhu Chi pursed his lips, raised his finger and tapped him on the forehead. He rarely said seriously, “What are you talking about?”

He is not used to knowing how to intimidate people, which will be a bit self-taught.

Fan Jun, clutching his skull, was stunned by Zhu Chi, who suddenly blew his hair.

The paper was pushed to him, and Zhu Chi pointed out the next question to Fan Jun, and briefly ordered, “Do the question.”

Fan Jun is not in the mood to do the problem now, but also persistently continues the previous topic with him: “What I just said is serious.”

Zhu Chi looked at him silently, his eyes sank, and he said word for word, “You and I can only be a home-based teaching department. If you want something else, I’ll leave at once.”

This sentence is simply the best fire extinguisher, and the little thoughts in Fan Jun’s heart were ruthlessly extinguished in an instant.

He was dumbfounded in an instant. He pursed his lips, fished out the test paper, and looked at the questions very cleverly.

Seeing that he has finally settled down, Zhu Chi breathed a sigh of relief.

He stretched out his hand to help his forehead, thinking, how can adolescents even dig the wall to learn now?

In contrast, Song Chenyi was much simpler when he was a teenager.

…

Today’s tutorial also ended smoothly.

Before he left, Fan Mu warmly invited him to stay for dinner before leaving.

Looking at Fan Jun’s expectant eyes, Zhu Chi refused.

On the way home, Zhu Chi subconsciously came to the window again, stood there, looked at the handsome racing model inside, and calculated the price of his savings.

In a few days, he can afford it.

But at that time, the time limit of one month was up. In the original storyline, Song Chenyi began to like Chen Zhe.

Zhu Chi’s hand holding the schoolbag belt slowly tightened.

He wants to give this gift to Song Chenyi, but he doesn’t know if he can send it.

….

No matter how anxious Zhu Chi is, the graduation party will be held as scheduled after all.

Before the party was held, Chen Zhe, the class assistant, said in the group that he had a program, and everyone could look forward to it.

Because his popularity in the group is good, when he speaks, it is simply yes as a response. Everyone blows his rainbow fart and threatens that they won’t watch tonight’s party without him.

When there was a party in the past, Chen Zhe was the host.

His eloquence is good, he doesn’t have stage fright, and his appearance is excellent, which is simply the icing on the cake for the party.

No one knows what’s going on today, but he actually took the initiative to give way, giving up the identity of the host to others and taking part in the performance himself.

Only Zhu Chi is not surprised by this knot.

In the rainbow fart that everyone quickly swiped the screen, Zhu Chi replied with three simple words: [It’ll be great.]

He doesn’t know if it is an illusion. After Zhu Chi replied, Chen Zhe immediately sent a big red envelope in the group, with four words written on it- viewer has a share.

Among the people who rushed to grab the red envelope, only Zhu Chi looked at it without saying a word and did not move.

Before the graduation party begins, Zhu Chi will arrive at the auditorium ten minutes in advance.

Song Chenyi is still in class, so he can’t come with him. Zhu Chi will reserve a seat for him and specially emphasize the position next to him, so he won’t sit far away.

Zhu Chi chose a seat near the air conditioner and put it aside with a thermos cup to help Song Chenyi occupy a position.

In fact, even if Song Chenyi doesn’t ask for it, he will do the same.

He has to sit with Song Chenyi.

He has to see Song Chenyi after seeing Chen Zhe’s performance. He has to know if his expression has changed.

Maybe everything will be just like the original plot. He fell in love with him at first sight.

Or maybe, just like the story that has been changed so far, Song Chenyi’s feelings for him will remain the same as before, and nothing will change.

Because of the uncertainty, Zhu Chi touched the position of his heart and felt the turmoil there.

At this moment, his vision became dark and his eyes were covered with a layer of warmth.

He heard someone close to his ear, and his voice said, “Guess who I am?”

Zhu Chi pursed his lips and said something that was not romantic: “Song Chenyi, I know you even when you turn to dust.”

Song Chenyi took back his hand and said with a smile, “Then you have to love me more.”

Since Song Chenyi was with Zhu Chi, he became crooked, and he could easily say something that made Zhu Chi blush.

Zhu Chi’s face became hot. He gently cough, took back his thermos cup, and gave Song Chenyi a seat.

Song Chenyi sat down beside him contentedly.

His side face is three-dimensional, his brow is high, his eyelids are slender, and there is a small shadow in the fundus, which makes him look particularly handsome.

Zhu Chi took one look and quickly withdrew his eyes.

When the party started, most of the lights in the auditorium were off, and the light on the stage was dazzling.

The host dressed appropriately and celebrated the graduation of the senior with a cheerful tone.

In the darkness, Song Chenyi quietly reached out, graspedZhu Chi’s hand, slowly closed his hand, and clasped his fingers.

Zhu Chi suddenly remembered that someone had said in the film that Song Chenyi had seen before that it was good to do bad things in the dark.

At that time, he didn’t care, but he didn’t expect Song Chenyi to learn it and practice it well.

He doesn’t know when the lights in the auditorium will turn on again, and he doesn’t know if the people sitting next to them will find out.

Zhu Chi pursed his lips, fingertips quiver, but ultimately did not take back his hand.

The performances on the stage are exceptionally rich, with recitation, string burning of songs, magic, and comedy scenes. House dance, street dance, and Latin dance bring the atmosphere to a climax.

They shine brilliantly on the stage, while Zhu Chi watches them quietly under the stage, waiting for the man to come on stage in fear, presupposing everything that may happen next.

Song Chenyi felt that Zhu Chi’s hand was a little cold. He wrapped the palm of Zhu Chi’s hand with both of his hands. He turned his head carefully and asked him in a low voice, “Xiaochi, are you cold?”

His hands are so cold, is it because the temperature of the air conditioner here is too low?

Zhu Chi just came back and smiled at him slowly. “No, I’m not cold.”

Song Chenyi is still not at ease and wants to take off his coat and give it to him.

Zhu Chi gently pressed the back of his hand and whispered, “No need.”

At this time, the audience suddenly rang with loud applause, symbolizing the coming rain.

Zhu Chi’s heart jumped, as if he realized something, and his throat rolled subconsciously, and the anxiety hidden in his chest reached its peak at this moment.

A gentle and elegant classical piece of music started slowly.

It’s coming.

Unblinkingly, Zhu Chi looked at the dancing figure on the stage, holding Song Chenyi’s hands tightly.

Feeling Zhu Chi’s grip, Song Chenyi raised his eyes and looked on the stage, and his eyes widened instantly.

Chen Zhe again.

‘Why is he haunting me?’

Song Chenyi was not interested in watching his performance, and his eyes always fell on Zhu Chi, paying attention to Zhu Chi’s expression.

Zhu Chi kept his eyes wide open, his hands clenched tightly, and his eyes never left the stage for a moment. .

Song Chenyi’s heart is getting heavier and heavier.

Zhu Chi danced a similar sword dance that year, indicating that he was actually interested in this kind of dance.

Now that Chen Zhe has danced like this, will he think that two people really meet each other after a brief encounter and have the same interests?

After the performance, Zhu Chi’s heart sank.

Very good performance, rhythm, movements, steps. There was no mistakes, and it is just right.

In the original owner’s home, almost everyone can sing and dance.

Living in such an environment, Chen Zhe naturally performed this dance step just right, but it was not bad compared with his in those days.

With that, Zhu Chi’s modd dropped deeper.

He raised his eyes, carefully looked up at Song Chenyi, pursed his lips, and quietly waited for this man’s trial.

Is he attracted?

Zhu Chi’s eyes slowly climbed up his cheek along Song Chenyi’s shoulder, and then paused.

Song Chenyi is looking at the man on the stage with a bad expression.

He doesn’t know why, Zhu Chi actually tasted a bit of gnashing from his expression.