It was decided that Shang Yan would go to Beijing Vocational and Technical College.
When the two started school, Shen Yu saw Shang Yan and Zhou Ping off at the station. "Yan Yan, you must listen to your brother Zhou Ping. Don't do anything reckless outside. Always discuss things with Xiao Zhou first."
Third Uncle patted Zhou Ping on the shoulder, his meaning clear without words, "Let's not talk about sentimental things. Take care of yourself and keep an eye on that Shang family kid."
Zhou Ping nodded, and the two of them boarded the car bound for Beijing under the watchful eyes of their parents.
It takes at least five hours to travel from Nishizu City to Kamigyo City by train, and the two of us booked seats together.
After putting his suitcase away, Shang Yan propped himself up on his hand and looked out the window.
"If you're sleepy, take a nap. I'll wake you when we get to the station," Zhou Ping said, as he brought over the water and placed the cup next to Shang Yan.
The warm sunlight shone on Shang Yan's face, and he turned his head to look at Zhou Ping.
"...Why are you looking at me like that?" Shang Yan hadn't stared at him like that in a long time. When Zhou Ping noticed Shang Yan's gaze, he turned his face away somewhat uncomfortably.
He could clearly hear his own heartbeat.
"Can't I?" Shang Yan tilted his head in confusion. Every time he looked at Zhou Ping, Zhou Ping would catch him in the act, and Zhou Ping would feel uncomfortable.
After that, Shang Yan stopped paying much attention to him.
However, Shang Yan was still puzzled.
They're so close they could practically share a pair of pants, why won't they let each other look at each other?
“Yes.” Zhou Ping lowered his eyes. He liked Shang Yan looking at him, just as he often looked at Shang Yan.
Maybe this is... liking someone?
He was startled by the idea, and his heart, which had just calmed down a bit, started pounding wildly again.
019, perched on Shang Yan's shoulder, shifted its body and looked suspiciously at Zhou Ping, whose eyes were lowered.
[Shangyan, there's something I'm not sure if I should say.] It was very dissatisfied with Zhou Ping's past behavior of locking it on the balcony, and it spoke hesitantly at this moment.
Shang Yan shifted his position, lying back in the chair. "You say..."
"Zhou Ping's heart rate has just reached 142, oh... and it's still soaring," 019 kindly reminded him.
Upon hearing this, Shang Yan sat up instantly and placed his hand on Zhou Ping's chest.
Zhou Ping was startled by his movement, and he hurriedly reached out to press down on Shang Yan's hand that was on his chest.
It's almost autumn now, and Zhou Ping is wearing his ever-present black shirt. A warm touch comes from under the fabric, and Shang Yan looks up in confusion, "Why are you making such a fuss?"
Zhou Ping:......
Shang Yan always ambushes people suddenly, and he always does things in such a... strange and excessive way...
"What are you doing?" Zhou Ping grabbed Shang Yan's hand, trying to move it away.
Shang Yan suddenly chuckled, his voice laced with a wicked yet teasing tone, "Isn't it obvious?"
Zhou Ping thought Shang Yan finally realized how ambiguous his actions were, but Shang Yan touched his chest and said, "019 said your heart rate is off, so I'm touching it to see what's wrong."
"Besides, given our relationship, what's wrong with touching each other? You don't even have...wait, wait...how come you have abs, and they're so big?" Shang Yan's pupils contracted slightly as his hand groped downwards for a moment. "Wait...how come you have abs now, and they're so big?"
Zhou Ping was secretly practicing behind his back.
"..." Zhou Ping couldn't hold back any longer and reached out to stop Shang Yan's restless hand. "Yes, I do."
He always has.
"Didn't you say you'd watch it every day while you were staying at my house?"
"Didn't you see it?"
Shang Yan smiled and shook his head, saying, "You're blocking my view so well, how could I see that clearly? Besides, the moment I look at you, you immediately turn your head to look at me!"
"I dare not look any further." His hand was grabbed, and he dared not move. "What 019 said seems to be true. Your heart rate is so fast... Is there anything wrong with you?"
Zhou Ping glanced at the small white ball on Shang Yan's shoulder, which was covering its face with a lined arm.
019 is a person who can't keep secrets. After finding out that Zhou Ping could see it and locked it on the balcony that day, it angrily complained to Shang Yan.
Afterwards, Shang Yan told Zhou Ping that 019 was his pet... Although Zhou Ping found it a bit strange, he accepted it.
"Of course I'm fine, I'm perfectly healthy." Indeed, he was in excellent health; his heart was just racing a little after seeing Shang Yan.
After realizing that he really had different feelings for Shang Yan, Zhou Ping was at a loss at first, and then he carefully recalled the novels he had read.
In novels... what do those swordsmen and heroes do when they meet someone they like...?
How can I express this feeling verbally?
Zhou Ping knew very well that his feelings for Shang Yan were no longer those of brotherhood.
He gave Shang Yan a deep look and held onto the hand that Shang Yan had extended.
"Hmm?" Shang Yan leaned over to look at him. Zhou Ping had been keeping his head down, so he couldn't help but look down at him from below.
An enlarged face appeared in front of him again.
A ripple of emotion welled up in Zhou Ping's dark eyes. He slowly opened Shang Yan's hand and intertwined their fingers.
"Will you... wander the world with me?" This is the question that swordsmen in books always ask their beloved before leaving.
They often face numerous rejections.
Zhou Ping was a little nervous. Would he also be rejected?
Shang Yan's ahoge (cowlick) bobbed slightly, as if he was seriously considering the question.
“But it seems like we’re just wandering the world right now.” It’s not far from Xijin City to Shangjing City, and there are only the two of them along the way.
Shang Yan glanced at Zhou Ping's clasped hands and asked, puzzled, "Zhou Ping, why are you holding hands like this?"
Shang Yan is a worldly little shark. He has seen that couples on the street hold hands like this. Even if boys hold hands, they don't need to interlock their fingers, right?
“…I want it this way.” Zhou Ping pursed his lips, unsure how to express his feelings. His dark eyes showed a hint of dejection when he saw Shang Yan’s clear eyes.
He gripped it tighter. "Is it okay?"
Shang Yan scratched his head. "Okay, what can I do? You're my best buddy!"
Although it might seem a bit strange, since Zhou Ping wanted to, Shang Yan would still grant such a small request.
A small smile appeared on Zhou Ping's lips, and his dark eyes brightened.
"How much longer until we get there?" It was already noon, and Shang Yan was a little tired. He yawned.
"Two hours, almost there." Zhou Ping took out his phone to check the time. He leaned closer to Shang Yan and patted his shoulder. "Lean on me and take a nap, we'll be there soon."
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