Xiao Xin's eyes darkened, and she pulled Fu Yan's hand away from the door: "Let's eat first, I'm hungry."
Hearing this, Fu Yan didn't say much. He glanced longingly at the gate of the music academy, then turned and left with Xiao Xin.
As noon approached, the number of people at the school increased.
When Fu Yan arrived at the cafeteria, he felt several pairs of eyes staring at him.
But when he turned around to investigate, the group of people all lowered their heads again.
Fu Yan had no choice but to turn back and look in the direction Xiao Xin had come from.
Xiao Xin carried a plate and placed it in front of Fu Yan, handing him a pair of chopsticks: "I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just got whatever."
Fu Yan took the chopsticks he was offered and said thank you.
Xiao Xin didn't say anything and went back to the food counter to get her own portion.
Fu Yan glanced at Xiao Xin's plate, which was almost devoid of meat. He picked up a chicken leg from his own plate and gave it to Xiao Xin, saying, "Brother, you're too thin. You need to eat more meat."
Xiao Xin didn't really have much of an appetite, but she still took a bite of the chicken leg.
His face was expressionless, his expression indifferent, and he lowered his eyes to suppress the sadness in them.
Xiao Xin said that we shouldn't talk while eating, so Fu Yan remained quiet throughout the meal.
The two remained silent for five minutes when someone suddenly sat down next to Xiao Xin.
The boy was dressed in trendy clothes and had an unconventional perm. He nudged Xiao Xin's arm with his elbow and smiled flirtatiously: "Hey, you're senior Xiao Xin, right?"
Seeing how close the boy was to Xiao Xin, Fu Yan, sitting opposite him, tightened her grip on her chopsticks.
To maintain her composure, Xiao Xin smiled politely at him and said, "Yes, that's me. May I ask what brings you here?"
After saying that, he subconsciously turned to look at Fu Yan.
Sure enough, Fu Yan was staring intently at the boy, his eyes blazing with fury, baring his teeth as if he were about to bite the boy's neck off at any moment; the chopsticks in his hand were almost broken in two.
Xiao Xin tapped the plate with her chopsticks, and Fu Yan finally turned his attention back to Xiao Xin: "What's wrong, brother?"
Xiao Xin pointed to the plate in front of him: "Just eat your food and don't worry about us."
"Can……"
"We can't waste food." Xiao Xin's face turned cold.
Fu Yan lowered his eyes, fiddling with the vegetables, and replied softly, "Okay..."
Xiao Xin's expression softened, and she looked at the trendy junior with the perm next to her: "You can tell me now, what do you want?"
The trendy guy snapped out of his daze at the interaction between the two and looked on with a gossipy expression.
He scratched the back of his head: "Oh, oh, it's just... senior, I wanted to ask you, isn't this the former senior He?"
Xiao Xin slammed her chopsticks down on the table and said coldly, "No."
Fu Yan and the trendy junior were both startled.
Fu Yan subconsciously looked up at Xiao Xin, whose face was clearly filled with anger.
But the trendy guy, oblivious to everyone else, stroked his chin and stared at Fu Yan with disbelief: "Really not...?"
How can two people look exactly alike?
Suppressing his anger, Xiao Xin slammed his hand on the table in front of the trendy guy and looked at him with a smile: "Junior, if you have nothing else to do, please leave first. We still need to eat."
The implication was that he was losing his appetite here.
The trendy guy awkwardly made two "oh" sounds. Although Xiao Xin was smiling at him, he was inexplicably chilled to the bone by Xiao Xin's smile, and a cold air rushed straight to his tailbone.
He scratched the back of his head, glanced at Fu Yan, and then said to Xiao Xin, "Well, then I won't disturb you while you're eating. Enjoy your meal!"
After saying that, he left sheepishly.
Xiao Xin looked away and saw Fu Yan, who was still in a daze: "What are you standing there for? You're not allowed to go home until you finish your meal."
Xiao Xin was radiating a heavy aura, and Fu Yan didn't dare to provoke him. He could only say "oh" and obediently eat his food with his head down.
…
On the way home, Xiao Xin was still shrouded in a heavy aura, and Fu Yan didn't dare to ask, his head aching from holding it in all the way.
Xiao Xin saw him rubbing his temples, handed him the medicine from the car, and pointed to the thermos next to him: "There's hot water in the cup, take the medicine."
Fu Yan obediently took the medicine and closed his eyes to doze off for a while.
Xiao Xin played some soothing music, which made Fu Yan feel drowsy.
The sunlight fell on his face, gilding his perfect features with a golden glow.
Xiao Xin glanced at it unconsciously, and her heart still couldn't help but beat faster.
So many people think Fu Yan looks a lot like He Yunzhou. How will Xiao Xin explain this to Fu Yan?
He didn't know, his mind was a bit confused, so he simply decided not to think about it.
After returning home in the afternoon, Xiao Xin taught Fu Yan to recognize the faces of his various aunts and uncles, but Fu Yan kept glancing absentmindedly at his face.
Xiao Xin felt like she was talking to a brick wall, so she shoved the documents into his arms and said, "Look at it yourself."
After saying that, Xiao Xin took Fu Yan's personal information, leaned back, and lay down on the bed.
When he saw the section on precautions for Fu Yan, he took a few extra glances at it.
Strawberry allergy.
Jiang Yuqing must not be mentioned in front of Fu Yan.
Obsessive-compulsive disorder, loves cleanliness...
After reading it once, Xiao Xin subconsciously looked at Fu Yan, who was sitting on the plush carpet, facing away from Xiao Xin, quietly flipping through the documents in his hand.
Xiao Xin rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought as the image of He Yunzhou quietly reading a book flashed through her mind.
Fu Yan glanced to the side and saw Xiao Xin staring blankly. He put down the documents in his hand and slowly walked towards the bedside.
Xiao Xin only came to her senses when Fu Yan approached.
He looked away and sat on the bed, flustered, and asked, "Why did you come over here? Have you finished reciting?"
Fu Yan pushed Xiao Xin's shoulders and pinned him to the bed.
Xiao Xin flopped onto the bed, looking into Fu Yan's gentle dark eyes, her heart inexplicably racing.
"W-what's wrong?" Xiao Xin began to stammer.
Fu Yan smiled, slightly bent his index finger and lifted Xiao Xin's chin, his eyes scanning Xiao Xin's face.
"Brother, were you thinking of He Yunzhou when you looked at my face just now?"
Xiao Xin felt his thoughts had been seen through, and he couldn't help but clench the bed sheet beneath him, turning his gaze away from Fu Yan's face.
"No, don't overthink it." Xiao Xin's voice weakened, becoming low and hoarse, lacking confidence.
Fu Yan gently turned Xiao Xin's chin, making him look directly at him: "Brother, I told you before, the mouth can lie, but the eyes can't..."
"..."
"When my brother lies, his eyelashes flutter slightly like butterfly wings; it's beautiful, and it makes people look at him..."
I'm really tempted...
Xiao Xin swallowed her anger and looked at Fu Yan with a sharp gaze: "Stop making trouble."
Fu Yan looked into Xiao Xin's eyes, his face moving closer and closer to Xiao Xin's inch by inch, until he stopped just one centimeter above Xiao Xin's face.
Xiao Xin's breathing also faltered with his movement, and his chest involuntarily heaved violently.
Fu Yan's voice was deep, his gaze fixed on Xiao Xin's lips: "Brother, I know you like him..."
Their breaths mingled, creating an atmosphere of extreme ambiguity.
Xiao Xin blinked slowly and took a deep breath: "What exactly do you want?"
Fu Yan's lips lingered above Xiao Xin's as he slowly said, "I want you... to kiss me, brother."
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