Chen Youyou turned around, straddled the chair and talked to Zhan Weiyang, he said, "Are you crazy?" Pause to avoid repeating the previous word yourself.

Zhan Weiyang frowned slightly, he didn't think he was crazy, that was required by the system, not what he wanted to do, but he couldn't explain it to Chen Youyou, it really explained that maybe Chen Youyou still thought he was crazy .

Chen Youyou said again, "That Xie Ling, no, is he a boy?"

Zhan Weiyang replied, "Yes."

Chen Youyou said, "Are you gay?"

Zhan Weiyang was not too happy: "I'm not."

Chen Youyou said, "Hey, a man who likes a man, isn't that gay?"

Zhan Weiyang retorted: "I don't like him, I just want to pursue him."

Chen Youyou looked at him incomprehensibly: "Why?"

Zhan Weiyang still couldn't speak, he raised one hand to support his face, and said with some distress: "Don't ask this, just help me think if there is any way?"

Chen Youyou is not stupid at all, his brain is much more flexible than his mouth, but he just can't express himself in words. He has good grades in various subjects, especially in Chinese and English. He is particularly good at writing essays. Perhaps it is precisely because his mouth cannot express himself that he uses words to convey his emotions.

At this time, Chen Youyou couldn't understand what Zhan Weiyang was thinking at all, but they were classmates in high school for a year, and he didn't really understand Zhan Weiyang at first, so he said casually, "Go change and try sex first."

Zhan Weiyang looked at Chen Youyou with his round, dark eyes.

Chen Youyou said, "I think Xie and Ling like girls and students, but he won't like you. You go first and change your personality."

Zhan Weiyang answered him seriously: "I don't think so, my dad won't agree."

Chen Youyou nodded with a serious face: "Yes."

Zhan Weiyang said, "What should we do then?"

Chen Youyou's voice was sonorous and powerful: "Give up."

After school in the afternoon, Zhan Weiyang rode a shared bicycle home by the side of the road. He rode very fast, and the wind poured into the sleeves of his short-sleeved school uniform and blew the clothes on his back.

Parking the car at the gate of the community, Zhan Weiyang took out his mobile phone while walking inside. He glanced at the back of Xie Ling he had photographed, and couldn't help sighing softly.

When he got home, Zhan Weiyang saw that Pei Qing had come back and was standing in the living room talking to his grandma.

He didn't know why he was a little afraid of Pei Qing. Perhaps when Zhan Pengcheng was leaving, he told Pei Qing to help him watch him, making him subconsciously feel that Pei Qing could take care of him, just like an elder in the family.

Pei Qing turned his head to see him, smiled slightly, and said, "Weiyang is back? Come and eat."

Aunt Luo put the food on the table, Zhan Weiyang threw her schoolbag on the sofa, and only had time to wash her hands, she sat down to the dining table for dinner.

While eating, grandma asked Zhan Weiyang, "What did Yangyang eat at school at noon?"

Zhan Weiyang said: "Green pepper potato shreds and fish-flavored pork shreds." He usually eats in the school cafeteria at noon, and does not come home for dinner until after school in the afternoon.

Aunt Luo said: "The food in the school cafeteria is not delicious, it's a big pot of dishes."

Zhan Weiyang didn't speak, he thought it was actually quite delicious. He buried his head and ate in silence for a while, he couldn't help but raised his head and glanced at Pei Qing, Pei Qing had finished eating, and just put down his chopsticks, he looked up and noticed Zhan Weiyang's eyes, so he smiled at Zhan Weiyang Laughing, but Zhan Weiyang immediately buried his head and continued to eat.

After dinner, Zhan Weiyang picked up the ladder and heard Pei Qing's footsteps. He couldn't help but didn't turn his head to look. He quickened his pace and trot all the way up to the second floor, then went back to his room and closed the door.

Zhan Weiyang walked to the desk and sat down.

At this time, the sun hadn't completely gone down, and the light came in from the window, making half of Zhan Weiyang's face red. , spread out a book in front of him.

Then, Zhan Weiyang picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Chen Youyou: "Would you like me to write him a love letter?"

Chen Youyou was probably still having dinner at this time, and didn't answer him immediately.

Zhan Weiyang wanted to take another look at Xie Ling's photo, but just found it in the mobile phone album, and suddenly heard a knock on the door.

He was nervous, and quickly put the phone on the desk, turned around and stared in the direction of the door, and said, "Please come in."

The door opened gently, and Pei Qing stood at the door, holding a small plate of fruit in his hand, and said, "Auntie Luo asked me to bring it to you."

He walked over to Zhan Weiyang and put the plate on the desk.

Zhan Weiyang looked up at him and said, "Thank you."

Pei Qing glanced at the textbook spread out on Zhan Weiyang's desk and said to him, "You take a break and eat some fruit. I'll take a bath and come to accompany you to study for yourself."

Zhan Weiyang's eyes widened instantly, and he said, "Oh."

Pei Qing smiled again, turned and walked outside, and helped him close the door when he went out.

Zhan Weiyang began to eat fruit casually. He took off the slippers on his feet, raised his feet and sat cross-legged on the chair. When he ate two apples, he reached out with difficulty to get the signature pen in the pen holder on the table, and then Holding an apple in one hand and a pen in the other, he started to do the exercises assigned by the teacher at the back of the textbook.

When Zhan Weiyang had eaten all the fruits on the plate, Pei Qing came over after taking a shower.

Pei Qing had already changed into a suit, wearing a loose short-sleeved T-shirt and long cotton pajamas, with cool water vapor, and came in with a professional book in his hand.

He walked all the way to the table, stood beside Zhan Weiyang, and glanced down at the book he had spread out in front of him.