Pride-Lust-Desire (19)
From here you can clearly see the game scene. Although faces and computer screens are not clear, you can roughly judge who wins and who loses by their body shapes and movements.
This was also a coincidence.
Song Shu pushed the menu over and said, "You order first."
The deskmate was still sticking to Song Shu, with his hands on Song Shu's shoulders and most of his weight on Song Shu, looking sticky.
"What do you want to eat?"
Song Shu's attention was focused on the competition field below. He still said, "You order first."
The two of them had eaten together many times. Song Shu might not remember his tablemate's taste, but his tablemate remembered Song Shu's. After carefully ordering all the dishes Song Shu liked, his tablemate handed the menu back to him, and Song Shu was still looking down.
My deskmate followed the lead and asked curiously: "What kind of competition is next?"
Song Shu pointed to a logo on a signboard and said, "It's an e-sports competition held by Frog Platform."
“It’s quite interesting to watch.”
The tablemate said one thing but meant another. Things that were not related to Song Shu were always so boring, so he only looked at them for a few seconds before looking away. However, Song Shu seemed very interested. After taking the menu, he glanced at it casually, added two dishes and two desserts, and finally handed it to the tablemate for confirmation. He kept looking at the game downstairs from time to time.
My tablemate took the menu and looked at it carefully.
He remembered clearly what dishes he ordered, so he could naturally distinguish what Song Shu ordered.
There are two of Song Shujia's dishes that he likes.
There is a secret joy in my heart.
Every time he and Song Shu went out to eat, he would deliberately choose what Song Shu liked first, and then hand the menu to Song Shu to see if Song Shu would choose what he liked.
Such childish temptations are very much like the behavior of sensitive primary school students to test friendship.
After many times, we can draw a conclusion - Song Shu sometimes does it, sometimes doesn't. This chance probability is probably a coincidence of what he likes and what Song Shu wants to eat, or maybe Song Shu occasionally remembered that he likes to eat this, so he ordered it from the menu.
The second inference is a bit self-indulgent, but the first is too hurtful.
The classmate picked at his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the back of Song Shu's neck. Song Shu was leaning on his head, his curled eyelashes letting in some sunlight, his eyes full of water, and his expression very focused.
It was the first time he saw Song Shu so interested in something.
During the three years of high school, Song Shu rarely showed a preference. People in the forum have observed that Song Shu's preference is probably to chew Coke ice cubes in the summer, and his favorite subject homework is English. Occasionally, when he gets bored with math and physics homework, he will open his English exercise book and do some English exercises to relieve stress.
There are many photos of Song Shu doing homework in the forum. Frowning, angry, because she is usually too indifferent, these occasional small expressions are very vivid.
My deskmate sat next to Song Shu. He looked out the window and at Song Shu at the same time. He saw the Frog platform logo and remembered something: "Have you heard about the popular curse on the Bodhisattva a while ago?"
"Ah? What?"
The topic jumped to this point inexplicably, and Song Shu's heart was hanging. He couldn't even react in time when his deskmate put his arm around his shoulders and pressed his chest against his back, a gay move.
The classmate rested his chin on his shoulder, like a koala hugging a tree, "It seems to be the number one on the list of this anchor called [Bi'an]."
Song Shu blinked twice in a panic, but was afraid that his panic would be too obvious, so he had to prop up his chin and steady his racing heartbeat, "I haven't heard of him. What happened to him?"
Not only did the mission require him not to be exposed for his dark and abusive side, Song Shu himself felt that being exposed would be a social disaster. He instantly imagined countless possible conversations in his mind, and was thinking about how to deal with them when his deskmate casually mentioned, "I heard that he is a nouveau riche who likes to give rewards while cursing."
Song Shuxin hesitated again, and said dryly: "Really? That's quite kind. It's good to give money for cursing people."
With a cold expression on his face, Song Shu had been rolling around in the dark and screaming madly for several times.
——Shut up, don’t continue this topic! !
The classmate was originally talking about the game and platform that Song Shu watched. He smiled and said, "Well, there are a lot of his videos online. I guess he's some bored rich lady."
Although he said so, his desk mate didn't want Song Shu to see it. He still clearly remembered that when Song Shu rejected someone's confession, he said that he didn't like men and his rejection of girls was more gentle than that of boys.
Many straight men say they like the voice that sounds like cursing a Bodhisattva. What if Song Shu likes it?
There are a few users in the forum who are usually very active and they said that men can’t stand hearing such sounds.
Inexplicably, I felt a sense of crisis, so my tablemate changed the subject: "The pre-dinner refreshments are about to be served. I remember that their refreshments here are very good, you should like them."
The topic suddenly disappeared again. The two of them had their own thoughts. Song Shu's heart was relieved and he agreed: "Really? Let me try it."
downstairs.
"…The final will begin soon, with our [Other Side] competing…"
The host's voice was extremely penetrating. The audience began to cheer and were all looking forward to the final. However, one of the protagonists of the final, [The Other Shore], turned around like a scanner.
The gaze that had been watching him disappeared.
From the moment [Xiaohao] sent the message, [Bi'an] felt like someone was watching him. Being watched like that was like the nervousness he felt when [Xiaohao] entered the live broadcast room with that long string of cool welcome effects.
This feeling of tension came into reality, and made [Bi'an] think: Maybe [Xiaohao] was watching him from somewhere he couldn't see.
Because of this feeling, [The Other Shore] played very smoothly in the semi-finals.
But now that kind of gaze has disappeared, [the other side] feels a little lost.
upstairs.
Song Shu took a bite of the snack and said, "It's really delicious."
A message from the other side popped up on the screen. Song Shu took a glance and saw that it was the finals. He hoped that Song Shu could keep watching him and cheer for him.
Song Shu felt miserable. His deskmate's words made him feel uncomfortable to continue reading, so he had to turn the screen of his phone upside down and pretend that he had not seen the message from [The Other Shore].
Anyway, they have entered the finals, [Bi'an] will win, and whether he watches or not will not affect the progress of the game.
Thinking of this, Song Shu simply started to eat seriously.
The medicinal food here is very good, and it tastes sweet. It took Song Shu and his deskmate an hour to finish eating.
While waiting for the checkout, Song Shu pretended to look downstairs casually. The competition was over and the host was drawing people to interact and handing out small gifts.
[The other shore] has also disappeared.
Song Shu opened his phone and [Bi'an] sent him a picture showing the competition rankings and prize money.
As expected, the anchor he had his eyes on won the championship.
Song Shu was proud of it and said "not bad" with dignity.
[Bi'an] may be busy and didn't reply.
The classmate had already paid the bill. Song Shu held the phone in one hand, and the other hand was pulled by the classmate, shaking it like a spoiled child: "Song Shu, let's go to the video game arcade?"
"Um."
Song Shu put away his phone. He always obeyed his deskmate's decision, but not absolutely. Most of the time, he agreed because there was nothing to refuse.
The arcade was on the sixth floor and needed to take the elevator to go up. Song Shu put on his mask and hat again. While waiting for the elevator with his deskmate, he caught a glimpse of a familiar silhouette out of the corner of his eye.
[The other side], there is a group of anchors that I don’t know.
They were waiting for the elevator too.
Because they often met in the live broadcast room, Song Shu was still a little uncomfortable with the sudden close meeting in the real world. He loosened his hat and was glad that he wore a mask today.
The elevator waiting area was very spacious, and only Song Shu and [Bi'an]'s teams were waiting.
The air conditioning in the mall was blowing cold air, and the sound of people coming and going was very mixed. [Bi'an] was a little distance away from the group of anchors. He would look down at his phone from time to time, but would turn it off after no more than one or two seconds, as if he was waiting for someone's message.
"Are you waiting for news from your girlfriend or No. 1 on the list? You are really lucky."
The host's teasing voice came from the side, and [Bi'an] calmly put away his phone and replied: "No, it's just that my mom sent me a message asking me to go back early."
Someone said: "No, you are the champion and the protagonist today, how can you go back early?"
This person is a good friend of [Xigua], and he is here to bully him today. [Bi'an] frowned impatiently, but he didn't want to get into trouble with this group of people. "Sorry, I really don't have much time today. How about this, I'll treat you today, you can eat as you like."
"Haha, people who are protected by Bodhisattva are different."
[Xigua]'s friend was not going to let him go, and raised his eyebrows, as if he was going to make things difficult for him again. The several anchors next to him were not as famous as [Xigua]'s friend, so some pretended not to see it, and some gave him sympathetic looks.
[The Other Side] clenched his fingers, wanting to retort, but unexpectedly another voice interrupted.
"Aren't you going to leave?"
The clear boy's voice was particularly distinct among the noisy voices, like a white dot standing out in the dark ink. The argument seemed to pause for a moment, and their eyes fell on the boy in the elevator.
He wore a simple sweatshirt and jeans, yet looked like a high-end model. He wore a mask and a hat, revealing a bit of his extremely fair skin. Under the light, he looked like a young master who had been raised with so much money.
He asked again: "The elevator is here, aren't you going?"
The sound is very nice, and because it is so clear, it always evokes a sense of shame in people's hearts.
——The shame of bullying someone like this and being caught by others.
Several anchors looked at each other, their faces gradually getting red. Finally, [The Other Shore] moved first, and the elevators behind it were filled with people one after another.
Several people were squeezed into the already small space. Song Shu and his deskmate were also squeezed into the corner. [The Other Shore] was in front of Song Shu.
The man has a good figure, with smooth shoulder lines and a broad back that unexpectedly give people a sense of security.
It was very high, and Song Shu had to look up at him.
“…”
Damn 555, give him back three centimeters taller.
[Even if I give it back to you, you still have to look up at him. ]
It's almost like saying you are born short.
Song Shu: "Haha."
The elevator slowly went up, Song Shu was playing Sudoku, and the crowd's eyes were vaguely on him.
Some people are like this. Even wearing masks and hats, they cannot hide their shining physique among the crowd.
The classmate was not happy that others were looking at Song Shu, but he couldn't say anything because others were peeking at him. Even if he said it openly, it would leave room for quibbling. And saying that he was peeking at her would sound too unreasonable. Most people thought he was delusional and mentally ill.
Sometimes when he gets too angry, some thoughts will pop up: If only he were really a dog, animals have no reason or moral concepts, he would bite these peeping people one by one.
Extreme thoughts kept popping up in his mind. His classmate looked straight ahead expressionlessly, his pink hair swaying.
We soon arrived at the floor where a group of people pressed the button [Other Shore]. The group was a bit hesitant, as if they were struggling over whether to ask for contact information. My deskmate was a little irritable.
"Will you leave or not?"
As if frightened back to their senses, someone's face flushed: "...Let's go."
People walked out of the elevator one after another. Song Shu also opened Fetion and transferred 10,000 yuan to [Bi'an], leaving a message: [You actually won the championship. You must have some skills. You can use this money to treat others. Don't let others look down on you and bully you.]
The signal in the elevator was a bit slow. By the time Song Shu had finished sending the message, [Bi'an] had already walked out of the elevator. He looked down at his phone, and his first reaction after reading the message was to look up at Song Shu in the elevator.
The silver-white metal elevator door reflected the reflection, and the door slowly closed. The boy in the elevator held the brim of his hat and loosened it. His beautiful eyes flashed by, and their eyes met in a line, passing through the narrow gap and touching in the air.
Unexpectedly, [Bi'an] would suddenly look at him. Song Shu didn't have time to put on any expression, his face was still cold. [Bi'an]'s pupils were dark, and he stared at him steadily until the elevator door closed completely.
The elevator continued to ascend.
My deskmate was a little unhappy: "Why are you being so kind again? Why are you helping him out?"
It was obvious that the group of people were soft-hearted and afraid of toughness. As soon as Song Shu opened his mouth, so many people looked over.
The classmate was a little jealous. He poked Song Shu's arm and said, "Look, the expression on his face when he looked at me the last time, he was about to fall in love with you."
Song Shu: “…”
Falling in love at first sight, what kind of talk is that?
Song Shu was a little speechless. He put away his phone and looked at his deskmate, "Where did this twisted theory come from?"
My deskmate snorted: "You don't understand, you are always like this."
Song Shu looked at him, "Then you and I looked at each other so many times, are you in love with me?"
The classmate was a little moved, his eyes touched Song Shu's eyebrows, and then moved away. Song Shu waved his hand: "Don't think about it, it's impossible, there are not so many love stories at first sight."
…
Unfortunately, the arcade on the sixth floor is under maintenance today to check for fire hazards and will be closed for two hours this afternoon.
If the arcade is closed, then we can only go home, but my deskmate doesn't want to go home. He pouted and said pitifully, "I finally got out. I want to stay with you for a while."
Song Shu couldn't do anything about him: "Then tell me, where are you going?"
My deskmate blinked and said, "How about going to your house?"
My deskmate is the best at climbing up the ladder. As soon as Song Shu let go, he knew exactly how to show weakness in order to get the benefits he wanted.
It's not like I haven't been to his house before. Song Shu nodded: "Then let's go?"
So we set off for his home.
The itinerary was disrupted and the destination was changed, but the mood of the deskmate did not seem to be ruined. Instead, he became happier and went over to hold Song Shu's hand, "Have you ever tried drinking?"
After graduating from high school, many people want to try rebellious things, and my deskmate is no exception.
"I haven't tried it yet, how about we give it a try?"
The boy's puppy eyes sparkled and he pulled his hand like a large dog pulling at his owner's legs.
Song Shu indeed seldom drank. He remembered that before his sudden death, he tried to drink at home after graduating from high school, but ended up sleeping all night.
[Really only slept for one night? 】
Song Shu touched his nose and said, "I lost my memory. I don't remember anything."
The next day it was his brother who told him that he had slept all day.
Song Shu recalled the past and couldn't help but relax his guard towards his deskmate: "You want to drink?"
"I want to try it."
My classmate was contacting the bartender at home, "Do you want to drink? I'll ask them to make some low-proof fruit wine, or ice cubes!"
It is something that many people know that Song Shu likes to chew ice cubes.
Someone in the forum also imagined that Song Shu chewed ice cubes while doing that kind of thing, which must have been very astringent.
At that time, the mouth was so sensitive, both cold and hot, and I felt a lot when kissing.
The tablemate rubbed his earlobe, and after Song Shu nodded hesitantly, he happily continued to contact the bartender, "Then I'll ask them to make some ice cubes."
…
Lin Mo: [High school students should not drink so much alcohol]
Ms. Lin: [I am an adult!]
[Today is a class party, I can't spoil everyone's fun. But I only drank two glasses of OuO]
After sending the message, Song Shu put down his phone and looked at the pile of colorful ice cubes in front of him in silence for a while. He asked in disbelief, "There are so many, do you want to eat them all?"
The ice cubes gave off a cool air, and my deskmate picked one up at random: "These are various fruit flavors, you can eat whichever you like."
Song Shu scooped up a piece of icy pink ice with a spoon. He could smell a faint peach aroma and a very light taste of alcohol.
His deskmate looked at him eagerly. Song Shu was in a dilemma, and felt it would be bad not to eat it, so he had to put it in his mouth hesitantly.
The bartender at my table was very good. The ice was very thin, and inside was fruit wine that had not yet been completely chilled. It was refreshing when I drank it, and it seemed no different from eating fruit.
Song Shu chewed it up and swallowed it, her lips turning redder, "I think it's okay."
After receiving the praise, my deskmate looked vaguely happy, like a happy puppy.
"Then I'll try it too."
There was a large basin of colorful ice cubes. Although it was fruit wine with a low alcohol content, I still found it a bit too much to drink at the end.
Song Shu felt dizzy after eating five pieces. He also had a cold today, so he felt dizzy and had a hot head. He leaned back on the sofa while his deskmate tasted the cakes one by one. When he tasted something delicious, he would spoon it to his lips expectantly.
“This is delicious, try it!”
Song Shu originally planned to eat only one piece, but was coaxed into eating several more by his deskmate. He frowned, his lips were cold and red, like rotten red fruit.
"I don't feel well. I won't eat anymore."
Although a little disappointed, his desk mate still clung to him, trying piece after piece, mumbling comments from time to time.
The weather is hot and the ice melts quickly.
The air was filled with the smell of alcohol. After Song Shu entered the room, he changed into his regular clothes, a white long-sleeved shirt and white shorts. Now he was lying limply on the sofa, like a drunken piece of gummy candy, melting in the sun.
He rubbed his brows and pulled at his deskmate who was still eating ice cubes, "Stop eating. If you continue, you will have a headache tomorrow."
When I wake up, I have to ask my aunt to make some sobering soup.
My deskmate sat up straight, his eyes a little unclear. Fortunately, he was not a real puppy, otherwise he would have to go to the hospital after drinking so little wine today.
"I ate about thirty pieces, and the fruit wine all melted together in the end. The taste of the wine became a bit strong, and my throat felt hot."
“…So this is what being drunk feels like.”
The already drunk Gummy rolled over, his eyes dazed: "It's not a good feeling to be hungover."
Song Shu murmured, as if he was pulled back to the night of his senior year graduation when he was drunk and was scolded and dragged back to the room by his brother.
His brother always indulges him, so he also indulges his desk mate to make up for it.
The desk mate came closer again. His body temperature was always high, and he had abdominal muscles that looked like a piece of flint, which did not match his delicate and handsome face at all.
Song Shu pushed the person who was clinging to him. He didn't open his eyes and naturally ignored the burning fire of admiration in his deskmate's eyes.
"Song Shu, have you ever been in love?"
The alcohol was a little bit intoxicating, and Song Shu opened his eyes. His deskmate's lips were already close to his cheek, leaving a little moisture on it.
The deskmate loomed over him like a caged animal, watching Song Shu's thin eyelids tremble, his Adam's apple swallowing slowly, and his words struggling to say, "No."
A dangerous distance.
My deskmate asked again: "Have you ever kissed? What does it feel like to kiss?"
The high school student who had escaped from the sea of questions still seemed to have many unsolved questions, and said, "I am so curious."
The hot breath was on my face and my waist was held again, which made me feel a little itchy.
Song Shu turned his head, his mind struggling, as if he finally understood why he indulged his deskmate, and just happened to use his hand to block the approaching lips.
The drunk man's eyes were blurry, his words were not clear, his breathing was sticky, and his classmate held his hand, licking and biting it like a small animal.
“Song Yinxing…?”
His name is exactly the same as his brother's. Sometimes when we are together, I feel like his brother is around.
Song Shu inexplicably remembered a question he had read.
——My boyfriend has the same name as my brother. I will think of my brother when we kiss or hug each other, not to mention that every time I call my boyfriend’s name…#
So he never called his deskmate's name.
Song Yinxing.
This was his brother's name, and now it was given to someone else who had nothing in common with him.
Song Shu grabbed his deskmate's chin, his eyes were already confused. He gasped and tried to push the person away.
The rogue one is still asking, "Have you ever been kissed? What does it feel like to kiss?"
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