Chapter 33
There was a lecture in the afternoon where alumni from previous years returned to their alma mater to share their college entrance examination experiences. All three branches of the grade had to attend.
The music signaling the end of lunch break started playing, and students from the ten classes in the first branch lazily walked towards the lecture hall.
Being in the same branch means that Class 2 and Class 7 are in the same field.
They sit in order of class, with the first five classes in the front and the last five classes in the back. Class seven will be in the back row.
As soon as he entered through the back door, an art student nudged Gu Fang with his elbow. "Hey, academic genius, Class 2 is right in front of ours."
This art student is called Tao Yi, and she is Gu Fang's new deskmate after he transferred to Class 7. His personality has managed to maintain a compromise amidst the overwhelming popularity of Class 7, so he and Gu Fang can still get along well.
Gu Fang raised his eyelids and saw the familiar Class 2 team.
Someone from Class 2 also saw him and raised their hands to greet him: "God of Study!"
Come to think of it, Gu Fang thought to himself that he had only participated in the joint examination once and won the first place in the grade once, and this title was inexplicably locked to him forever.
Things like nicknames really can't be explained by common sense.
When the bell was about to ring, the lecture hall was already packed with noisy people. Lu Sicai walked into the classroom slowly, holding a book on ancient poetry and prose appreciation.
Gu Fang was holding a pencil and sketching an interior scene on the manuscript paper.
So Lu Si easily entered his painting.
When Gu Fang first picked up a paintbrush at the age of six or seven, he discovered something amazing: a painter's eyes are different from those of ordinary people.
They observe the world, they copy the world, they discover beauty, but they are merely spectators of this beauty, far from being participants.
Later he discovered a pair of colder eyes.
Jiang Li is famous for his impressionist figure paintings, depicting all kinds of people in the world. His brushwork is crazy, dark, and strangely gorgeous, but this perspective always makes Gu Fang look through the gorgeous brushwork to the eyes behind the paper.
Those eyes have nothing to do with the person in the painting.
Gu Fang discovered the fate of the depictor.
Yet, he was secretly excited about this fate. He liked to observe, and he liked the quiet state of beautiful things, and he also quietly witnessed that beauty.
I came to No. 12 Middle School for this testimony.
Lu Si is drawn to beautiful things, especially during adolescence. Gu Fang wants to witness the most beautiful moments of beauty.
This was a selfish motive that had nothing to do with Lu Si.
Gu Fang stopped describing and could no longer maintain absolute inner peace.
His spiritual world was like a land covered with dark green forests and clumps of haystacks. They grew quietly until a gust of wind blew towards the land without asking for his opinion.
Lu Si bent down and said a few words to the classmate in the back row. He received a teasing look from that classmate and was finally able to exchange seats.
Gu Fang unconsciously clenched his paintbrush and saw Lu Si sitting down in the row in front of him, leaving him with a faint and sparse back.
Gu Fang's spine was stiff at first, but then with the sound of Lu Si turning the pages of the book, he slowly exhaled and the lines of his shoulders and back relaxed.
He twirled the pencil tip meaninglessly, lowered his eyes, and suddenly thought of something, turning the manuscript paper to a new page.
Staring at Lu Si's back, Gu Fang began to draw a new sketch.
He used to be cautious about painting figures, partly because he couldn't get rid of the shadow of Jiang Li's figure paintings, and partly because he rarely found beauty in the human world that surpassed that of plants.
Painting Lu Si is by no means an easy task.
He had to concentrate his full attention and depict every detail meticulously.
But the most frustrating thing was that even though he put in more energy than he did in painting other things, he still felt that he could not depict even one-tenth or one-twelfth of Lu Si.
But it’s okay to draw secretly and only for yourself.
Just the process of painting Lu Si made him feel satisfied.
The pencil tip made a rustling sound on the paper, like a spring silkworm eating the remaining green leaves.
When he drew the cold, white, and delicate back of the neck, Gu Fang paused his brush tip for a moment and then continued painting.
The physiology teacher didn’t say that.
It turns out that the back of A's neck can also arouse desire in another A?
Gu Fang could find that he was accepting this matter calmly.
Just as he understood the fate of the depictor, he also understood his own fate.
He could not become the Alpha that his father expected, nor could he become the Omega that Lu Si hoped for. He was just like this, living quietly in a corner of the world with his own eccentric appearance, and not causing trouble to anyone.
As he painted quietly with his eyes lowered, he thought of his childhood.
Someone once gave my grandmother a pair of broad-striped and black-veined butterflies from Central America, also commonly known as glasswing butterflies. They have beautiful, almost transparent wings with brilliant brown-red veins on the edges.
When the sky is blue and cloudless, they fly over Gu Fang's head, and Gu Fang can see the blue sky of another world through their butterfly wings.
Grandma asked him, do you like it? If you like it, then keep it.
The seven or eight-year-old boy shook his head and said in a baby voice, "No, I will hurt them."
Being so young, he had no idea how to raise a pair of extremely beautiful butterflies.
Grandma then held him on her lap and said with a smile, "Let's let him go. He is actually a sensitive and gentle child."
Later the butterfly was returned to the guest.
Most childhood memories are very distant, but that incident is very clear.
Perhaps in the eyes of the child, the pair of butterflies were too beautiful, and he was torn between wanting them and not being able to have them.
The sketch is finished with the final stroke.
Gu Fang stared at the painting in a daze.
At this moment, he thought seriously.
If the thing I like is very precious, so precious that I can't bear to see it damaged in the slightest, then I don't have to like it.
At the end of the lecture, Gu Fang was packing up the picture album and eraser scraps. Lu Si stood up and turned to him, handing him a note.
Seeing the doubt in Gu Fang's eyes, Lu Si raised his eyebrows and said in a casual tone, "Let's take a look."
Lu Si left with the people from Class 2.
Gu Fang unfolded the note.
It was still the familiar, flowing cursive script. What was a little strange was that this time the degree of flow was clearly controlled, revealing the writer's careful consideration of every word.
The content is very ordinary.
-After school tonight, do you want to take a walk in the playground?
Why did Lu Si suddenly ask him to go for a walk in the playground?
Throughout the evening study session, Gu Fang kept thinking about this question from time to time.
As he was thinking about this question, when he walked out of the Qiushi Building, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something he had agreed to do.
“Gu Fang——!”
Le Jiayu's drawn-out, mournful, soul-searching voice came from behind.
Gu Fang's heart skipped a beat, then he remembered that they had agreed to watch the fun. Le Jiayu rushed over and tried to choke him, but Gu Fang quickly pleaded, "Le Le, I'll buy you some milk tea!"
Le Jiayu huffed, "Two cups!"
Gu breathed a sigh of relief: "You're not going to lose weight again?"
"I've figured it out," Le Jiayu said. "I'm a good teenager. Why should I lose weight? I should enjoy what I should enjoy."
"Drinking too much milk tea is not good for you." Gu Fang followed him to the playground on the back mountain. "I'll treat you over two days."
The more I walked, the more strange it seemed to me. Why were so many people heading towards the playground?
"I'll take you to the playground. I have something to do later." Gu Fang explained.
Amidst the clamor surrounding her, Le Jiayu probably didn't understand what was being said. She just sighed, "I really don't understand the current psychological state of high school students."
Gu Fang followed him and saw that the playground on the back mountain was crowded with people. The school uniforms of three grades were mixed together. It was too dark to tell who was who.
Gu Fang was also a little speechless: "Is there nothing fun to watch? Why did you all come here?"
Le Jiayu looked around for a while and said, "That confession wall doesn't say where exactly to confess. Where is it? Where is it? Is it posted yet? Or has it already started?"
"With so many people around," Gu Fang, who is socially anxious, said enviously, "you're a hero for daring to confess your feelings."
Gu Fang was also looking for Lu Si.
At this moment, a group of people suddenly ran to the other side of the playground, like a leading sheep. The crowd was influenced by them and rushed towards that direction together.
"Confess, confess!" the crowd shouted.
"I don't understand, I really don't understand," said someone standing by the track, unmoved, "No one in class is this enthusiastic."
Some people were also shocked: "The six major sects besieged Guangmingding!"
Gu Fang remained unmoved in order to find Lu Si.
The reason why these people remained unmoved was to pick up their phones and record the fun as a video.
Lu Si was cursing at the moment, beside a sparsely populated grove of trees.
"Who leaked the news?"
Only then did he know about the Confession Wall.
The people in the fan group looked at each other, a little confused.
Jing Xingye sensed that things had gotten out of hand, so he emerged from the woods, leading the dusty-faced members of the hip-hop club. Facing Lu Si's slowly understanding and increasingly hostile gaze, he said, "So what do we do now? Lu Si, are you still going to continue?"
And where is the protagonist who was confessed to? Why hasn’t he appeared yet?
You won’t be scared away by them, right?
Lu Si glanced at his phone and saw Gu Fang saying in the message that he was waiting for him at the starting line where he used to practice the 800-meter race.
"I'll come back to settle accounts with you." Lu Si's voice was as cold as frost. "Now, quickly lead these people away."
"How do we attract them?" Xie Ziyao asked blankly, "There are so many people!"
"Shout that Director Liu is here?" Jing Xingye tried to come up with an idea.
Lu Si shook his head, his eyebrows raised casually, "Aren't you here to watch the fun? Then let them watch it."
Xiao Yuanshan came to his senses and couldn't help but sigh, "Si'er, you're playing tricks on the princes."
Le Jiayu was still looking around the runway when she suddenly saw the crowd running towards the rostrum again.
This time, it involved more people and a wider range of people, because according to the battle reports from the front line, the confession had already begun under the rostrum.
The news was spread in a very detailed manner, and the positions of the Alpha who confessed and the Omega who was confessed to were both vividly described.
"Fangfang, wait here for me!" Le Jiayu glanced at Gu Fang's "fragile" body and shook her head. "I'll describe it to you after I finish watching the excitement!"
Le Jiayu ran away after a burst of smoke, and Gu Fang had no time to catch her.
There were so many people there that he was actually worried about safety.
At this moment, the videographer also started running, trying to grab the hottest scenes on the podium. Behind him, there were people running forward. Gu Fang stood at the edge of the runway like an isolated island, a little confused and a little amused.
And a little sympathy.
For the pair of protagonists who were being watched.
He couldn't help but feel a hint of curiosity and looked at the podium where the crowd was gathered.
But I couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind and grabbed his hand. Gu Fang instinctively felt a sense of crisis and subconsciously wanted to restrain the other person.
At this moment, the familiar light mint scent came over him, like cold rain pouring down. Gu Fang loosened his grip instantly and let the other party hold it.
The street lights cast rays of light as fine as raindrops.
He suddenly turned around and saw Lu Si wearing a brown baseball cap pulled down, with sparkling stars in his eyes.
Lu Si suddenly said.
"run!"
Then he grabbed him and ran without saying anything.
There were people who kept running towards the podium, and Lu Si held his hand and ran with his back to everyone.
The night wind kept blowing on his face, cool, but like sparks, splashing on Gu Fang's quietly growing heart, igniting a fire that would not go out all night.
Gu Fang didn't understand why he had to run, and he never liked the feeling of running, but when he ran against the wind with Lu Si, it was as if they were the only two people left in the world.
It feels very comfortable.
The wind at this moment was like a feather, touching his heart softly.
They hid in the cultural and sports building.
The door of the cultural and sports building was locked at this moment, but Lu Si had the key.
The corridor on the third floor was silent, and the voice-controlled lights went out silently as they walked past.
The school previously renovated the cultural and sports building and built several studios in the corner of the third floor, which are usually used by art students in special classes to paint.
Gu Fang has the key to one of the small studios.
At this time, the power in the building was out, and there was no other light except the voice-controlled lights in the corridor.
The studio in the darkness was another world that Gu Fang had never seen. The drawing board, the plaster statue, and the oranges that had been on the plate for who knows how long were quietly dormant in the depths of the moonlight.
Gu Fang didn't know what Lu Si wanted to say, but he had a vague guess.
Lu Si closed the door of the studio with a gentle click, and this space was isolated from the entire world.
With his nerves tense, Gu Fang's attention was easily drawn to an open window. He walked over and closed it, but his movements were slow, as he waited quietly for Lu Si to speak. Gu Fang felt a little awkward, yet also a sense of relief that things were finally settling.
Lu Si's voice has always been low, like dust floating close to the ground.
"Do you know what those people came to see?"
He also walked to the window and pushed the window that was half-closed open for Gu Fang. He raised his chin and signaled the crowd on the playground with his eyes.
Gu Fang then said, "Come and see the confession."
Originally, he also came to see others confess their love.
"But unfortunately, they can't see it." Lu Si turned his head, a faint smile in his sparkling eyes, "Now, only you can see it."
Gu Fang then realized that he had come to see his love confessed to.
Kind of funny.
That superficial humor was like a layer of sticky oil floating on the water, and even he himself felt it was very fake.
He saw Lu Si's lips opening and closing, and a sense of panic and fear instantly surged out of the water.
Gu Fang no longer felt the sense of relief that the dust was about to settle.
He finally realized that he was afraid, because once Lu Si said it, he would have to reveal the truth.
——Lu Si will definitely force him to ask why he refused, and out of basic morality, he should tell the truth that he has undergone secondary differentiation.
“Let go…”
Lu Si paused, as if he was considering his words, or perhaps hesitating.
But Lu Si still said it. He should have felt the pleading in Gu Fang's eyes.
"I, like you very much."
There are probably no more adjectives for straight A.
Talking about love seems heavy.
"Don't worry about what happens next. I just want to tell you. I hope you understand."
Lu Si forced a smile on his lips.
"If this still causes you any psychological pressure, I can withdraw this statement."
Gu Fang's eyelashes trembled slightly.
He began to understand why Lu Si had to say it out loud.
"I know you don't want me to say it." Although Lu Si didn't understand the reason, he could understand it by putting himself in her shoes. "But I'm sorry, I have to say it."
Even if Lu Si was precocious, even if he had a partial vision of the future, he still lived in the present moment. And the emotions at this moment were too strong, and the pressure on him was no less than that on Gu Fang.
Even though he knew the timing was wrong and that neither of them could afford each other's future, he still desperately needed someone to talk to.
Lu Si felt a brief sense of relief, but that brief moment of relief was followed by a long-lasting sense of guilt. The pleading look in Gu Fang's eyes pierced him.
Gu Fang closed his eyes and sighed softly.
"It's okay." Gu Fangxin said calmly, "Your opinion is very important to me."
But the movements of his hands were not calm at all.
As Gu Fang said this, he suddenly put one hand on Lu Si's shoulder and the other hand on his waist. He exerted force with both hands at the same time, and with a thud, he pushed Lu Si against the wall beside the window.
Even though Lu Si was already aware of his strength, there was still a hint of surprise in his eyes at this moment.
But Lu Si did not resist.
"I hope you take back what you said, not for my sake," Gu Fang's fingertips gently stroked Lu Si's neck, his tone revealing helplessness, "but for your own sake."
"...Myself?" The gentle caress on the side of his neck made Lu Si feel a faint itch and uncomfortable.
"Think about your own good." Gu Fang's pupils moved slightly, and this sentence seemed like a final notice. The tenderness in his eyes gradually cooled, and his cool fingertips slid along the warm skin and caressed Lu Si's neck.
His fingertips seemed to possess magical power, causing Lu Si to feel tingling wherever they touched. The closer he got to the Alpha's glands, the more the sense of crisis that arose turned into instinct, urging Lu Si to immediately counterattack the person in front of him.
Lu Si took a deep breath and used his amazing rationality to suppress this instinct.
His side-parted hair fell down a little, half covering his dark eyes. His sharp eyebrows were weakened, revealing a rare softness. His eyes met Gu Fang's.
Gu Fang's eyes were very calm. His originally gentle eyes showed a ray of inorganic light, as blue as the deep sea. He seemed quiet and peaceful, but he was actually in the depths of the trench where the waves were turbulent and full of dangers.
The fingertips stopped, just before touching the gland.
Gu Fang suddenly moved closer, and Lu Si's eyelids trembled. He was too close, so close that he could feel Gu Fang's hot breath on his neck.
The crisis alarm that made his scalp tingle made Lu Si sense something. He raised his eyelids, wanting to see Gu Fang's expression clearly.
But a hand gently covered him, blocking his vision.
Lu Si could only hear a violent heartbeat, but couldn't tell whose it was.
Soft lips pressed against his neck, embracing the warm skin at the back of his neck, right next to the gland. Her slightly ragged breath brushed against his gland, almost biting it.
At that moment, it was as if an electric current ran through Lu Si's spine, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Gu Fang's lips and teeth sucked the skin upwards, and finally, the tip of his nose rubbed against the fragile gland, which was the source of the mint pheromone and also the fatal weakness of the Alpha.
Lu Si finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he raised his hand, grabbed the hand that was covering his eyes, and pulled it down.
Surprisingly, he peeled it off easily.
Gu Fang's strength was obviously not small, but as soon as he noticed Lu Si's tendency to resist, he retreated easily.
He loosened his lips, released Lu Si, and took a half step back.
Lu Si was able to take a deep breath. He reached out to touch the back of his neck and looked up at Gu Fang. He was about to ask something when his face suddenly froze.
He smelled the scent of the orchid, which he always wanted to bloom but never did.
Living in an empty valley, the air is filled with faint fragrance.
However, Lu Si felt the scent of an Alpha.
The stiffness in the eyes spread to the whole body.
It's clearly the same smell, but it's the pheromone from Alpha.
"What if I said, I've always wanted to mark you?"
Gu Fang lowered his eyes, his gaze difficult to discern.
"Maybe I've thought so since the day I smelled your pheromones."
"I'm not as good as you think."
Gu Fang spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid of disturbing something.
"Now you know I'm a very bad, very bad person."
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