Once you realize this, and apply this perspective to the past, you'll discover many important things that you've overlooked.
When Lu Qingyao was ten years old, he and Ms. Lu moved next door to Yi Mu’s house.
Lu Qingyao showed that she liked Yi Mu very much when they first met.
They were as close as brothers, sharing their favorite toys, playing pranks on their hated teachers together, and masturbating for the first time in front of each other without any reservations.
Lu Qingyao would try his best to get anything that Yi Mu liked to make him happy.
Lu Qingyao is completely devoted to Yi Mu, but there's one thing: Lu Qingyao will be unhappy whenever Yi Mu shows interest in a girl.
He wasn't against it, he just took various actions to force Yimu to give up the idea.
After that, their relationship returned to normal, and Yi Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
Over time, Yi Mu's restless youthful heart was extinguished, until he met Lan Yu.
Yi Mu suddenly felt a bit thirsty. He wasn't sure if Lu Qingyao had used some tricks to make Lan Yu back down.
He wasn't angry with Lu Qingyao, but he felt a little suffocated.
If you had someone in your life who treated you incredibly well, even better than your own mother, but who wouldn't allow you to be friends with other girls—not even a little bit—otherwise they would be unhappy, how would you feel?
If they were both women, Yi Mu might think that this woman lacks friendship and is too concerned about a third person getting between them.
If it were a man, Yi Mu licked his lips, and for some reason, he naturally thought that Lu Qingyao might have feelings for him.
The main thing is, Lu Qingyao has been acting strangely lately, from the magazine incident to this morning...
"Are you thirsty? The tea isn't hot anymore, have some."
Lu Qingyao pushed the tea, which had been sitting for a while, in front of Yi Mu. The tea, with its light mist, had a fragrant aroma.
With his mind preoccupied, Yi Mu put the tea in his mouth without even looking at it.
He had a bit of a gluttonous tongue; without even testing the waters, he poured it straight into his mouth, only to suddenly widen his eyes in shock as they turned red from the heat.
Lu Qingyao thought he would at least test him a couple of times, so she was startled and told him to vomit quickly.
Yi Mu looked pained; his tongue was numb with pain.
Lu Qingyao called over a waiter and ordered a glass of ice water. After watching Yi Mu drink it and his expression soften, he asked, "What were you thinking about just now? You seemed so focused."
Yi Mu couldn't say, for fear that if he misunderstood, it would not only be a laughing stock, but also make their interactions even more awkward, which would be a loss.
Yi Mu decided to keep this guess to himself for now, observe Lu Qingyao's next move, and then make his next plan.
Yi Mu made up a random excuse to brush it off, and Lu Qingyao didn't press for details.
In the afternoon, there is music class. For most students, music class is no different from physical education class; it's a time for relaxation.
Normally, people would just find a place to lean against, listen to music, and play games on their phones.
Since Lan Yu arrived, every music class has become her solo recital. Not only are the students in her own class immersed in the beautiful music, but students from other classes also skip class to watch her performance.
A number of boys from other classes were standing outside the music classroom, many of whom were troublemakers from their respective classes.
The school's biggest troublemaker was Yiganlu. Wherever he was, other forces dared not cause trouble.
But Yiganlu wasn't there today. These ill-intentioned boys had already heard that a beautiful girl had come to Class One, and that she was a famous violinist in the country. So they had designs on meeting this beauty.
If you're just curious and want to come and take a look, there's nothing wrong with that.
But they kept whistling outside, as if they'd never seen a beautiful woman before. Their swaggering, hooligan-like behavior was particularly annoying.
Although music class is mostly for show, some people use it to learn other things.
The people outside were seriously disturbing their class, but the teacher was too timid to offend these privileged children.
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