Chu Chuan walked past him without looking sideways.
Hearing the sound of wind chimes colliding from above the sliding door, he supported the table and stood up, wanting to follow up, but when he found that the other party's footsteps stopped in front of the clear glass door, he quickly sat down.
The second he got up, Jiang Yiyou's eyes met Chu Chuan's in the glass door.
Chu Chuan came back with the baked milk, one hand resting on the edge of the table in front of him, his tall body bent slightly, and there was no emotion in his eyes, "Can you shut your mouth, the saliva is all over It's coming out."
Jiang Yiyou blinked flatteredly, "I thought you wouldn't take the initiative to talk to me."
"I didn't intend to talk to you at first." Chu Chuan rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, "Have you been with me for a few days? Are you a perverted stalker, or are you determined to become the number one paparazzi in the entertainment industry in the future?"
Jiang Yiyou: "If you consider entering the entertainment industry after graduation, paparazzi's career is not out of consideration."
Chu Chuan: "..."
"You really don't remember me?" Jiang Yiyou asked the second time without giving up, "I was in the class next to yours in high school, and I was assigned to your seat in a monthly exam. My admission number is Stick it on the upper left corner of your desk with my photo on it."
Chu Chuan straightened up noncommittally, "In the three years of high school, countless people sat in my seat during the exams. Do I need everyone to remember?"
"Then I wrote it—" Jiang Yi stood up suddenly, and the bottom of the chair rubbed against the ground with a screeching sound.
Chu Chuan raised his index finger to his lips and let out a "shh", put down the plastic bag of baked milk with the other hand, took out the vibrating mobile phone from his pocket, swiped to the answer button, attached it to his ear and listened for a while, then hung up He replied before the phone: "Are you on the other side? I'll come out now."
Jiang Yiyou glanced at the other party's phone, "Chu Jiari?"
When the words were blurted out, the interface on the phone was still in the middle of the call. It was too late for Chu Chuan to cover the microphone, and after hearing a short electric current, Chu Jiari raised his voice and yelled, "Is it Jiang Yiyou!"
Chu Chuan frowned, and while sticking the phone to his ear again, he turned his back and said, "Who is Jiang Yiyou?"
Chu Jiari's voice paused, and his momentum weakened a little, "That Chinese student studying abroad that day, were you with him?"
"It's not him." Chu Chuan's face was not red when he told the lie.
But Chu Jiari insisted: "I can clearly hear it, it's Jiang Yiyou's voice."
"You've only met him once, and you can recognize his voice?" Chu Chuan said in a delicate tone.
Chu Jiari: "...It's not one side. I met him in high school, and I know he likes you."
The other party's explanation sounded reasonable. Jiang Yiyou knows Chu Jiari, so this is also true in reverse. Chu Chuan didn't pursue further, but successfully diverted Chu Jiari's attention, then hung up the phone and turned to leave.
Jiang Yiyou said "Hello" behind him, and clenched his hands into fists, "Why did you want to lie to him when you answered the phone just now?"
Chu Chuan glanced at him lightly.
Just when he was about to give up asking for answers, Chu Chuan said, "Although I don't know why he is so hostile to you, it's better for you two to meet less."
Jiang Yiyou lowered his head slightly, and rubbed his sweaty palms on the corners of his clothes twice. He raised his head and tried to smile, and said softly.
This is Chu Chuan's fault. Don't look at him always as if the sky is falling and don't hinder me from playing games, or I will lock you in the toilet, but he is also a very partial person in essence. For example, when I was in high school, I would help Chu Jiari fight.
When Jiang Yiyou heard their names, he once thought that Chu Chuan and Chu Jiari were cousins. The university lived in the same dormitory, and learned that the two were just neighbors, but Chu Jiari from the college next door still dangled in sight all day long.
Jiang Yiyou even suspected the two of them.
For a whole year of freshman year, he kept himself trapped in the tortoise shell of his crush, refusing to take a step forward. He didn't even have the guts to admit that he had written a confession note to Chu Chuan.
It was only later that he realized that partiality and protecting the calf were faults in Chu Chuan's bones, and he could never change it. However, Chu Chuan was able to clearly define the boundary between the brother next door and her boyfriend.
He would help Chu Jiari fight, take Chu Jiari to play games, even allow Chu Jiari to sleep in his own bed, and borrow brand new underwear for Chu Jiari to wear.
However, on the night when Chu Jiari came to the dormitory to stay overnight, Chu Chuan would be squeezed into the same bed with Jiang Yiyou, who was taller and had longer hands and feet. The underwear that Chu Jiari returned would be thrown away, but Chu Chuan was able to put on Jiang Yiyou's old underwear without changing his expression.
Then she curled her mouth and squinted her eyes to complain that her panties were a bit tight. In the next second, he easily dodged Jiang Yi's slap from whistling. So repeated, never tired of it.
So what now? The line between the brother next door and the boyfriend has been wiped clean. Chu Jiari is now Chu Chuan's boyfriend.
When Chu Jiari is staying overnight, Chu Chuan will not share a bed with Suhang again.
When Chu Jiari took a shower, Chu Chuan would directly open the door, put his old underwear in on the grounds that there was no new underwear, and then quietly locked the toilet door, while staring at Chu Jiari's body with his arms crossed. Looking back, the corners of his mouth were raised on purpose: "There are no new underwear, only mine. If you don't want it, just put it in neutral."
Did Chu Chuan treat Chu Jiari as he did to him before
Jiang Yiyou absent-mindedly picked up his schoolbag and walked out, but was stopped by the clerk in the store who was cleaning the tables with his cuffs on—
"Student, you forgot to take your baked milk."