He Xueqing was taken aback by Cen Yu's statement. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "It shouldn't be necessary."

"We shouldn't need a kitchen knife."

Cen Yu said "Oh," but it was unclear whether she had actually heard him.

Some people who were playing basketball on the playground before evening self-study started greeted Cen Yu when they saw him, asking, "What are you doing here secretly?"

"fall in love?"

He had barely finished speaking when he saw He Xueqing, who was usually quiet, and immediately realized that he had misunderstood. He even regretted his big mouth.

"..." Then he glanced at Cen Yu, "What are you and him dawdling about here for?"

"Let's talk about the future." Cen Yu pushed away the person who leaned in. "It's hot."

The man chuckled and didn't seem to care. "Why aren't you playing ball?"

He seemed to really appreciate Cen Yu, saying, "If you don't come, everyone loses their enthusiasm."

Cen Yu impatiently pushed him aside, "I'm Snickers, you only feel energetic when you look at me?"

"You didn't eat dinner, how can you play ball?"

"You haven't eaten? You should have said so earlier." He said, picking up the ball and putting his arm around Cen Yu as they walked out of the school. "They said they were going out to eat today, and they even asked me if you wanted to come..."

He Xueqing just watched as Cen Yu was pulled away by the others.

Cen Yu glanced back at him and said, "I'm leaving now, bye-bye."

He Xueqing reflexively raised her hand and said, "Bye-bye."

After he finished speaking, he felt bored. Cen Yu had too many friends, and he and Cen Yu were just ordinary classmates sitting in front of and behind each other. Even the so-called seeing the future seemed like nonsense.

He Xueqing touched her school uniform again, and only walked towards the cafeteria somewhat sullenly after Cen Yu's figure disappeared from sight.

The television in the cafeteria was still showing various news reports, and soon one news story caught everyone's attention.

It is said that a mysterious depression appeared in a certain city.

There was no one willing to sit around He Xueqing, so he just looked up at the TV.

Then he quietly returned to the classroom. It wasn't until the evening self-study session was about to begin that Cen Yu returned to the class. He brought He Xueqing a cup of milk tea and then went back to his seat at the back.

He Xueqing looked at the milk tea on his table, then turned to Cen Yu, "...For me?"

Cen Yu looked at him, "Could it be given to someone else?"

"I'm sorry for standing you up." Cen Yu made an apologetic gesture. "I'll send you this as an apology."

He Xueqing never complained about Cen Yu, nor did he need his "apology." He was just envious of Cen Yu having so many friends, while he was just an ordinary student sitting in front of Cen Yu. If it weren't for the fact that they happened to be sitting in front of each other, they probably wouldn't have exchanged more words until graduation.

Of course, He Xueqing couldn't say these things to Cen Yu.

He said softly, "I don't blame you."

"You have friends...and you're so popular, it's normal for you to go out to eat."

Cen Yu propped his head up and looked at He Xueqing, whose eyes were lowered. For some reason, he felt that He Xueqing's words were sarcastic.

He looked at her for a while, then suddenly reached out and lifted He Xueqing's bangs slightly. "Don't you think this is blocking your view?"

He Xueqing never expected Cen Yu to reach out.

He smelled a very faint woody scent again. About a day had passed, and the woody scent had become very faint. He couldn't help but sniff it a few more times before he realized what he had done. He awkwardly avoided Cen Yu's gaze. "I'm used to it."

When Cen Yu saw He Xueqing avoiding his gaze, he thought that the other person might really be too introverted.

He casually put his hand down. "I didn't know what you liked to drink, so I bought one they recommended," Cen Yu said, resting his chin on his hand.

He Xueqing inserted the straw, took a few sips, and then said earnestly to Cen Yu, "It's delicious."

"Whatever you like." Cen Yu didn't pay much attention. He looked down and opened his homework... then noticed that He Xueqing was still looking at him, so he gave her a look that said, "Is something wrong?"

He Xueqing hesitated.

"Just say what you have to say," Cen Yu said.

"...You're wearing perfume?" He Xueqing thought about how to ask in a way that wouldn't sound like a pervert. "I think the scent is very pleasant."

Upon hearing this, Cen Yu pulled on his clothes and sniffed them a few times.

Then she sniffed her wrist again. "Nothing there?"

"How could I possibly use perfume?"

After a while, he suddenly realized, "You mean the smell of the shower gel?" He told He Xueqing a brand, "This shower gel."

"I bought too much during the sale and didn't finish it," he muttered. "Is the smell very strong?"

As Cen Yu spoke, he suspiciously sniffed the clothes a few times.

“No,” He Xueqing said immediately, “I just think it smells nice.”

He regretted it immediately after he finished speaking, feeling that it was indeed very perverted—who would praise their male classmate for smelling good?

Unexpectedly, Cen Yu didn't care at all, saying, "If you like it, I'll bring you a bottle."

"Anyway, I bought too much and can't use it all." He said casually, then looked down at the homework in his hand, seemingly too busy to pay any more attention to He Xueqing.

He Xueqing was half happy and half disappointed.

I'm happy because I can finally use the same items as Cen Yu, but I'm also disappointed because Cen Yu doesn't seem to care. It seems he really is a straight man.

He took a few sips of the milk tea Cen Yu had bought for him, then touched his bangs, wondering if he really needed to style them.

...

Cen Yu kept his word.

The next day, he brought He Xueqing some shower gel from home. "If you think it's not enough, just tell me," he said generously. "I have another case at home."

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