Chapter 52 White Eye Shura Field
The night wind was very cold, brushing against people's exposed skin and bringing goose bumps.
Fu Qi'an drove all the way here, and when the car stopped at the door of the restaurant, he could see two overlapping figures standing outside the door.
The boy who was being hugged tilted his head slightly, his clean face shrouded in light, staring at the light above his head in a trance.
The man in front of him, who was half a head taller than him, bent down and covered him, wrapping the extremely slender boy in his arms.
She buried her cheek in the other's neck, breathing in the fragrance emanating from the boy.
Despite the noise all around, the approaching footsteps were clear.
Song Zhiyu felt the sound of someone approaching from behind. He let go and turned around. A hand reached out, passed through the gap in his arm, and grabbed the arm of the boy behind him.
Move forward gently.
"Zhu Yanshi."
Fu Qi'an's voice was faint.
The contact came unexpectedly, and Zhu Yanshi threw herself forward into the man's arms, her nose hitting his shoulder, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes from the stimulation.
He looked up in confusion, his hair brushing against the man's chin, his breathing so close that he could hear the sound coming from above.
"Let's go."
Fu Qi'an didn't look at Song Zhiyu's face, and almost half-hugged him as he left.
When she reached out to open the front door of the car parked in front of the restaurant, the little gap that was revealed was kicked back to its original position by the man who came over.
The sound of the door closing was like the final alarm bell that shattered the tranquility.
Quiet.
The wind brushed past the quiet that permeated the surroundings.
Fu Qi'an turned around and looked at the man standing on the steps in front of him.
The other person reached out and grabbed Zhu Yanshi's other arm with the hand wearing an exquisite watch.
"Feel sorry."
Song Zhiyu raised the corner of his eyes.
"You can't take him away."
The streetlight beam fell on the roof of the black car, reflecting a bright light.
Fu Qian'an released his hand that was holding the door handle, turned around, and easily put his other hand around Zhu Yanshi's waist, leading him to change direction.
"He needs to rest now."
"I can take him back."
Song Zhiyu's eyes were cold.
"unnecessary."
Fu Qi'an had a smile on his face, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.
He didn't know where the possessiveness came from, and he reached out and hugged the person in his arms tightly again.
During this moment of confrontation, a car happened to pass by the side of the road, with the window lowered far away, heading in this direction.
"Hey! Senior!"
Fu Qi'an and Song Zhiyu both turned around and made eye contact with the people in the car.
The boy sitting in the driver's seat was a junior from their school who they all knew. Among the juniors, he was one of the more famous ones who liked to make friends.
I know a lot of people, from freshman juniors to seniors who are about to graduate.
He raised his hand, but it was unclear whether he was really kind or just wanted to save face in front of others.
He waved towards this side very extrovertedly, and the voice floated from a distance.
"Want to go back to school?"
"Let's go together! I just have to go back to school too!"
Even with this polite remark, the other party did not expect that they would condescend to get in his car.
While waiting for a reply, Song Zhiyu listened carefully, his dark eyes rolled around and he nodded.
"Is it convenient? I'm bringing a friend..."
He pointed at Zhu Yanshi.
"certainly!"
The boy got out of the car and wanted to come over to help support the person.
Song Zhiyu raised his chin slightly, looked down, and looked at Fu Qi'an with a provocative look.
"Give it to me."
Everyone who knows Fu Qian'an knows that he has mysophobia. Not to mention riding in a car with others, he would feel uncomfortable even if he touched something that others had touched.
What’s more, I was riding in someone else’s car back to school.
But when Song Zhiyu reached out to grab Zhu Yan's arm and pulled him into his arms, Fu Qi'an tightened his arms around the boy's waist again.
The two tall men stared at each other, their gazes not flinching at all, in a flash of lightning.
The junior student who ran down from the car came in to help, grabbed Zhu Yanshi's backpack, and felt the electric sparks passing back and forth above his head.
He looked up half-confusedly.
Wow.
My hair was electrocuted!
He subconsciously lowered his head and his voice became unclear.
"Leaving...?"
"Let's go!" Fu Qi'an replied.
"Okay." Song Zhiyu rolled his eyes and turned to walk towards his junior's car.
Zeng Yifan, who sat in the driver's seat, would never have thought that he just wanted to chat and make himself familiar with the young masters he picked up, but they actually got into his car without any courtesy.
His car was not like those expensive luxury sports cars. There was a faint smell of leather inside, which was not a pleasant smell.
Driving on the road is not smooth at all.
Fortunately, the space inside was relatively clean, and Fu Qi'an just frowned.
The car was heading towards the school. The passenger seat was empty, and three tall men, about 1.8 meters tall, were squeezed into the back seat.
Zeng Yifan just whispered a reminder, but the two seniors who looked so handsome and promising didn't even look towards the passenger seat.
“I want to take care of people.”
They all said the same thing.
Just now, when he helped take away the backpack, he took the opportunity to glance at the boy who was hugged by Fu Qi'an.
The slightly long black hair covered the boy's eyebrows, and his tightly closed eyes and long eyelashes could be seen.
She has a high nose bridge, full and rosy lips, and a slight blush on her cheeks.
The boy's skin was a little too white, so the hot parts of his body were particularly obvious.
Even the white fingertips were covered in drunken pink.
But there wasn't anything special about her. As for her beauty, she certainly couldn't compare to Yuan Qing, the person they had argued with so violently a while ago...
So what are they fighting about?
Do they like others to ignore them?
In the first half of the drive to the school, the people in the back seat were relatively peaceful, but towards the end, they started to argue quietly.
"Aren't you a germaphobe?"
"He's drunk a lot, and the car is shaking like that, he's likely to vomit on your shoulder."
Song Zhiyu's low voice sounded slowly. He reached out and supported Zhu Yanshi's chin, and leaned his face on his shoulder.
The moment the boy's hot breath sprayed on his neck, it was held by Fu Qian'an's hot palm. After being blocked, the boy put his cheek against one hand and began to compete secretly.
"It doesn't matter. I've been exposed to a lot of dirty things, so I don't care about this."
"I don't dislike him."
"You and he aren't that close, are they?"
Song Zhiyu used a little force in his palm.
"But I was the first person he thought of when he got drunk, and I was also the first person he called."
Fu Qi'an narrowed his eyes: "The relationship should be better than yours."
The palms also exerted force secretly.
The cheeks of the boy being held in their two palms were softly sunken, and his lips were slightly pouting.
Zhu Yanshi felt as if he was being crushed into a huge pie in his drowsiness, and opened his eyes in a daze.
The two men next to him were about to fight across from him.
Song Zhiyu: "Of course he has a better relationship with me than you do!"
Fu Qi'an: "Heh."
Song Zhiyu: "People like you are the most hypocritical!"
Fu Qi'an: "Oh."
The strength in his hands became more and more uncontrollable. Zhu Yanshi woke up for a moment and grabbed the wrists of both people and twisted them forward.
"I like to break it."
"Bye!"
"Don't you like arm wrestling? There's so much space in front, no, my face is a table?"
Zhu Yanshi took a deep breath, trying to prop up his cheeks which were about to be pressed down.
The corners of his eyes were a little red, and he glanced at the two people next to him with a displeased look.
"I like to go crazy."
Made a complaint.
Zeng Yifan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, couldn't hold back his laughter and burst out laughing.
Through the rearview mirror, he could see the expressions on the faces of the two people sitting in the back seat; they were wonderful and colorful.
Fu Qi'an and Song Zhiyu looked at each other from a distance, then rolled their eyes at each other and turned to stare out the window in unison.
Throw it down.
"childish."
"Loading..."
The car fell into silence, and Zhu Yanshi was pinching his eyebrows.
He couldn't help but sigh that the wine tonight was indeed good. Even though he vomited most of it, he was still quite drunk.
He paused in massaging his eyebrows, and suddenly remembered something. He turned his head to look at Song Zhiyu.
"Why are you here?"
"Hmph." Fu Qi'an sneered.
"He and I have a better relationship than you do."
Sarcastic.
Song Zhiyu had never been so noisy before. He turned his head and stared at Zeng Yifan.
"Get him out of the car."
"I'll help you write your lab report next time."
Zeng Yifan's smile as he watched the show froze on his face when he heard Fu Qi'an's light words behind him.
"Shouldn't such a disrespectful dog get out of the car first?"
It was torn very badly.
Zeng Yifan was stuck in the middle, neither a human nor a villain, and was given a choice in life.
"Who should get off the bus, me or him?"
"I'm leaving."
Zhu Yanshi answered in the gap.
“…”
The air became completely quiet.
Zeng Yifan almost stopped at the school gate as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, and raised his hand to wipe the unnecessary sweat from his forehead.
"arrive……"
Fu Qi'an glanced at Song Zhiyu as he got out of the car and thanked the boy sitting in the driver's seat.
"Thank you very much. Come to me next time if you need anything."
Then he took a step back and put his hand like a gentleman to block the roof of the car.
In the past, he would never do such a thing, but now, he wondered if there was someone who wanted to steal...his friend from him?
He actually secretly developed some thoughts of trying to please others and compare himself with them.
He stretched out a hand and handed it to Zhu Yanshi.
"Give me your hand."
"Zhu Yanshi."
Song Zhiyu stood on the other side of the car and shouted.
Zhu Yanshi felt like his brain was about to explode. He felt that the men standing on both sides of the car seemed to have their brains knocked out and were not conscious.
Out of nowhere, there was a scene of male competition.
Tian grabbed the backpack on the chair, slapped Song Zhiyu's outstretched hand hard, then turned around, separated Fu Qian'an's hand, and jumped out of the car by himself.
"What are you doing?"
There was a hint of confusion in Zhu Yanshi's tone.
The night wind was cool, blowing in from the distant woods, bringing with it the sound of swaying and colliding leaves.
Zhu Yanshi hung the backpack on his shoulder and looked at Fu Qi'an.
"You came to pick me up without a car?"
Fu Qi'an pursed his lips and said nothing.
He didn't know how to explain that he had been led by that idiot Song Zhiyu to abandon his car in front of the restaurant in a fit of rage, even though he could have driven back to school.
I even happened to borrow my junior's car and owed him a favor.
Saying it out loud would make people think that he has a mental problem.
Zhu Yanshi circled around the other person and poked his head out.
"I'm in the blueberry tower?"
There was still a lingering blush at the corners of her eyes, and her eyelashes were blinking slowly, indicating that she was not yet completely awake.
"Zhu Yanshi."
Behind him, Song Zhiyu was shouting.
Zhu Yanshi's fingers hanging by his side touched a bulge on his thigh pocket and he blinked.
He put his hand in his pocket and took out a peach pendant.
The young man raised the corner of his eye, turned around, and suddenly stuffed the pendant into Song Zhiyu's hand, with his fingers on his shoulder.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow..."
"I'm really dizzy."
There was an undeniable weariness in her voice, mixed with the redness at the corners of her eyes, and no matter how you looked at her, she sounded pitiful and coquettish.
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