When Fan Yuan and Gu Yang were away, there was a seat shift in the class. Fan Yuan moved from the window seat to the back door seat, while Gu Yang was moved to the middle row.
Gu Yang walked to his new seat and found that the distance between him and Fan Yuan was like a chasm. He immediately took out all the snacks he brought from Fan Yuan's house in his backpack, bribed several classmates along the way, and then dragged the table to move next to Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan had been looking at him with one hand supporting his cheek. When he saw Gu Yang running over with a flattened backpack, he knocked on the table.
"Aren't these all your favorites? Are you willing to share them?"
It would have been fine if Fan Yuan didn't ask, but as soon as he did, Gu Yang immediately started to express his grievances.
The two people put their tables together again, legs touching, and Gu Yang half of his body was lying on Fan Yuan's table.
"That's right, all gone."
Fan Yuan sat up, took out the backpack that was thrown into the bottom table, and handed it to Gu Yang.
Gu Yang took it doubtfully, opened Fan Yuan's backpack, and found that there were a lot of snacks stuffed inside, all of which he had eaten at Fan Yuan's house these days.
Gu Yang hugged the backpack tightly, as if he was protecting some treasure.
"You gave it to me, don't regret it."
Fan Yuan seemed to smile, but also seemed not to. He handed Gu Yang another bottle of water.
"Remember to return my backpack to me."
Gu Yang looked at the water in Fan Yuan's hand in a daze. He hadn't figured out how to explain to Fan Yuan that he would not turn into a mermaid again for the time being.
I don’t know whether Fan Yuan was happy or angry when he found out.
Seeing that Gu Yang didn't take it, Fan Yuan put the water on his desk, turned around, opened the book and quickly started studying.
Gu Yang stuffed Fan Yuan's backpack into the table at the bottom, took out a small wild flower from his arms and inserted it into the glass bottle filled with pearls.
Fan Yuan looked up and said nothing. It was obvious that this little flower was picked from Fan Yuan's yard.
The girl sitting in the front row turned around and gave Gu Yang a meaningful smile.
Gu Yang was happy to see her.
"Hey, Mr. Pan, what a coincidence."
Pan Fei was a little excited, but tried to suppress it.
"What a coincidence, I knew it, hahaha!"
Having said that, he turned around.
Gu Yang didn't understand what Pan Fei knew, he just took out a mint from his backpack and put it in his mouth, then thought for a while and opened another one to feed Fan Yuan.
Gu Yang used his fingertips to push the light blue candy to Fan Yuan's lips. Fan Yuan opened his mouth and took a sip of it. His slightly cool lips and tongue seemed to touch Gu Yang's fingertips.
Gu Yang immediately withdrew his hand, placed his hands under the table, and touched his fingertips.
At this time, Zhuo Wan came in hurriedly, and seemed to have a piece of candy in her mouth. Her words were a little unclear, but her voice was still loud.
As soon as she came in, she saw Gu Yang’s red face.
"Fan Yuan, Gu Yang, come to class! Gu Yang, why is your face so red? Are you having a fever again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, several classmates burst into laughter. Gu Yang's face turned even redder and he lowered his head and shook it.
Zhuo Wan was having a fever and her speech was vague, and the fever turned into an itch.
Pan Fei in the front row's shoulders were shaking for a long time before they stopped.
Apparently Zhuo Wan also realized that there was something wrong with her pronunciation, so she turned around and spit out what was in her mouth.
"Excuse me, students. My throat hurts a bit, so I took a lozenge. Please stop laughing."
Although he had not attended class for just over a week, Gu Yang still missed it a little. When the blush on his face finally faded away, he began to listen to the class seriously.
As I listened, I couldn't help but do some small movements.
For example, he would pull Fan Yuan's sleeve out of boredom, or suddenly bump Fan Yuan's leg with his knee.
Fan Yuan remained motionless as a pine tree throughout the whole process, as if Gu Yang did not exist.
When it comes to studying, Fan Yuan is very strict with himself. After his favorability exceeded 10, Fan Yuan's strictness evolved from controlling himself to also controlling Gu Yang.
Gu Yang complained a little, but he was very obedient under Fan Yuan's supervision.
Soon it was the last class before evening self-study.
Gu Yang was working on his homework when he suddenly felt his throat itchy.
He put down his pen and raised his hand to scratch his neck. The itch seemed to radiate from the inside out, and scratching did not stop it.
Fan Yuan noticed that Gu Yang was acting strangely and thought that he was going to turn into a mermaid again, so he immediately unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to him.
"Is it going to change?"
Gu Yang took it and drank a few sips, then shook his head at Fan Yuan.
The cool water moistened his throat and the itchiness eased a little. Gu Yang didn't pay attention to it and continued to do the questions. During this time, he scratched his neck from time to time, leaving several red marks on the skin of his neck.
When Gu Yang was about to grab his neck again, his wrist was grabbed by Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan put down his pen, glanced at the teacher on the podium, moved closer to Gu Yang's neck, and touched the glaring red marks with his fingertips.
"What's wrong with your neck? You keep scratching it?"
Gu Yang's neck was touched by Fan Yuan, and his small Adam's apple slid up and down uncomfortably, leaving red marks around his skin, which was a bit conspicuous.
"My throat is itchy."
Fan Yuan withdrew his hand and touched Gu Yang's forehead again, and left as soon as he touched it.
"You really have a cold?"
Gu Yang lowered his head and covered his neck, feeling a little helpless.
“It seems not.”
He vaguely felt that the itchiness in his throat might be related to the golden finger of "The Nightingale".
Gu Yang lowered his body and begged Fan Yuan in a low voice: "I want to sit inside."
Fan Yuan changed seats with him. Gu Yang put the book high up, covering himself tightly with it, and lay sideways on the table to look at Fan Yuan.
Fan Yuan seemed to know that Gu Yang didn't just want to change seats, so he waited for him to speak without making any expression.
Gu Yang pursed his lips, pressed his palm on the table and moved forward little by little, approaching Fan Yuan's right hand which was pressing on the book.
Fan Yuan supported his cheek with his left hand and simply turned his head to stare at Gu Yang, to see what Gu Yang was going to do.
Gu Yang raised his eyes and met Fan Yuan's gaze, and as soon as their eyes met, they left.
He spread out his index finger and hooked Fan Yuan's little finger, then moved away and immediately retracted it.
Seeing that Fan Yuan didn't move, he hooked him again, gradually becoming more and more aggressive, hooking Fan Yuan's hand and pulling it towards him.
The space around the two people seemed to be isolated from the classroom. They didn't even notice that the class was over, and the noisy sounds in the classroom could not reach their ears at all.
Gu Yang moved very slowly and his eyes were a little evasive, but he would glance at Fan Yuan from time to time while dodging. His long and thick eyelashes drooped, leaving a small shadow on his cheek.
When the bell for evening self-study rang, Gu Yang finally hooked Fan Yuan's hand and came in front of him.
He hooked Fan Yuan's little finger with his index finger and touched his Adam's apple, then whispered something that was drowned out by the ringing of the ringtone.
Fan Yuan didn't hear anything, he only saw Gu Yang's red lips opening and closing.
He simply moved closer, and stood next to Gu Yang, their heads almost touching, hiding behind a book that had fallen high.
Fan Yuan asked him in a low voice: "What did you say?"
The distance suddenly shortened. Gu Yang opened his mouth and his Adam's apple slid back and forth across Fan Yuan's fingertips while he spoke.
"Touch me here."
"Where?" Fan Yuan's little finger suddenly moved and drew a circle around the small Adam's apple.
"Here?"
Gu Yang lay on the table, his face buried in his arms, only one red ear exposed, and nodded.
Fan Yuan stared at Gu Yang's red ears for a long time, then suddenly pulled his hand back, sat back on the other side of the table, and distanced himself from Gu Yang.
"don't want."
Gu Yang was still lying there, his shoulders shaking slightly, as if he had not expected that Fan Yuan, who had been infinitely indulgent towards him these days, would reject him.
The classroom had long since fallen silent, with only the rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other.
Gu Yang bit his lower lip, revealing his flushed face. The tip of his nose was also red. He looked at Fan Yuan with pleading.
He hooked Fan Yuan's right hand that was hanging at his side, and shook his index finger around Fan Yuan's little finger, his voice was small and pitiful.
"Fan Yuan, touch me here, please."
Fan Yuan didn't say anything else. His dark eyes looked at Gu Yang steadily, allowing Gu Yang to hook his fingers close to her fair neck.
The touch from Fan Yuan was like a cool breeze, blowing away the unbearable itch in Gu Yang's throat.
He pressed Fan Yuan's hand under his arm and held it in his arms, and personally handed his most fragile and slender neck to Fan Yuan's hands, relying on and trusting him.
Fan Yuan moved his fingertips, opened his five fingers and grasped Gu Yang's neck together. He could clearly feel the beating of Gu Yang's pulse.
Gu Yang was held by Fan Yuan's neck. He held Fan Yuan's arms with both hands, smiled at Fan Yuan, pulled Fan Yuan's arm towards himself, and asked him in a low voice with pleading.
"Do you want to hear a song? I'll sing it for you. I guarantee it'll be good."
Before Fan Yuan could say anything, an angry roar suddenly came from the radio at the front of the classroom.
"Two boys in the last row of Class 1, Grade 3! Stand up! Why don't you study hard during evening self-study? You're hugging each other, what a disgrace!"
Class one, grade three.
Against the wall.
Last row.
Two male classmates.
Zhuo Wan, who was watching the evening self-study, immediately looked at Fan Yuan and Gu Yang. Not only Zhuo Wan, but all the classmates looked over.
Gu Yang was so scared that he let go of Fan Yuan's hand and stood up. Fan Yuan, on the other hand, was still sitting. He spread out his five fingers and looked at his empty palm, then slowly stood up.
Pan Fei suddenly turned around and whispered, "I forgot to tell you, when you asked for leave, a new dean came to school, a bald man in his forties who loves to watch the surveillance cameras when he has nothing to do! He would call out names on the radio from time to time!"
monitor
Gu Yang turned around and saw a surveillance camera behind them.
Before, Gu Yang and Fan Yuan sat in the back row on the far left of the classroom, and the surveillance camera was on the right side of the classroom. Their place happened to be the only surveillance blind spot in the whole class, so Gu Yang never paid attention to this matter. Unexpectedly, he was caught as soon as he changed seats today.
Zhuo Wan walked over with a frown on her face, and stood in front of the two of them and looked at them.
"What were you doing?"
Gu Yang hid his neck in the raised collar of his school uniform and shook his head.
Fan Yuan was quite calm: "Teacher Zhuo, we didn't do anything."
Zhuo Wan stared at the two of them for a while and nodded: "Okay, pay attention, stop making small moves, sit down."
As soon as the two of them sat down, the radio started roaring again.
"Who told you to sit down? Stand up. You, the boy leaning against the wall, go stand in the corridor as punishment. I've been watching you for a long time, and you're the only one who keeps flirting."
Gu Yang's face flushed red, and he lowered his head as he walked from the back door to stand in the corridor.
Zhuo Wan returned to the podium, feeling a little annoyed.
The broadcast stopped ringing, and the new dean probably stopped watching the surveillance video.
When Zhuo Wan looked up again, she found that Fan Yuan, who was supposed to be sitting in the back row, was gone. She sighed and finally didn't care.
The voice-controlled light in the corridor was not on. Gu Yang was standing against the wall with his head lowered, when suddenly someone stood beside him.
He looked up and was about to speak when Fan Yuan put his finger on his lips.
Fan Yuan lowered his head and moved closer to Gu Yang, pressing Gu Yang's shoulders with one hand and slowly pulling down the zipper around Gu Yang's neck with the other hand, his voice close to Gu Yang's ear.
"Let me see your neck."