bad kid

Chapter 47 Shameless

Facts have proved that even a fearless person like Yan Yue still gets nervous when facing the college entrance examination.

There is only more than a month left before the college entrance examination, Yan Yue's chin is much sharper, and he occasionally shows an anxious and depressed expression when he can't write the questions.

Yan Yue was blunt, refused to admit that he was nervous, and said nonchalantly that he was just "tired of doing problems".

After seeing him unable to eat dinner for three consecutive days, Ruan Zhimu decided to take him to the supermarket.

When he was in the third year of high school, he couldn't read books and was in an impetuous mood, so he would wander around in places like vegetable markets and supermarkets. The shouts of vendors and the sound of horns for big sales in supermarkets had magical powers, which could quickly calm his heart down. The fluttering body fell to the ground, feeling like he had returned to the world of fireworks.

Yan Yue was dragged to the supermarket by him, bored.

Ruan Zhimu was searching for price-cut products in front, and he was pushing a trolley behind.

He obviously had no interest in the instant noodles, eggs, and yogurt that were on sale, but he didn't show any impatience. He just couldn't bear to stop him when Ruan Zhimu put the fifth pack of yogurt into the trolley: " Look at the date, if you buy so much, you won’t be able to finish it after the expiration date.”

"Oh, that's right." Ruan Zhimu reluctantly put the yogurt back into the two bags.

It's not good to be too diligent and thrifty in housekeeping. Occasionally, I will place an order purely because things are cheap, and I don't care about whether I can consume them all.

The two walked to the condiment shelf, and Ruan Zhimu suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Ruan Zhimu?"

Looking back, it was actually Zhong Depeng.

Zhong Depeng is wearing loose casual shorts and a white vest, his hair is much shorter than before, his skin is darker, and his muscles are stronger.

Since the last incident in the gym, he and Zhong Depeng have not been in touch for a long time. A while ago, seeing Zhong Depeng posting in Moments, it seems that he has changed to work in a gym.

Ruan Zhimu saw that his eyes were bright, and his condition was much better than when we met last time. It is estimated that the trouble has been solved: "I saw you posting on Moments a few days ago, and now you are changing jobs?"

Zhong Depeng: "Well, the matter was resolved last time, but I didn't want to implicate my friends, so I changed to another gym. It happens that this one is closer to home, and the transportation is very convenient."

Ruan Zhimu was also happy for him: "That's good."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and Zhong Depeng noticed the silent Yan Yue behind him: "This is... the high school student who is boarding at your house? He should take the college entrance examination this year. I remember last year you said he was a sophomore in high school."

"You have a good memory."

Ruan Zhimu tugged at Yan Yue's sleeve, wanting him to say hello, but Yan Yue didn't respond.

Ruan Zhimu thought that his strength was too weak, but Yan Yue didn't feel it.

So he pulled it again, but Yan Yue remained expressionless and motionless.

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

He just remembered that when he tried to contact Zhong Depeng before, Yan Yue got jealous and lost his temper. In order not to let him go to see Zhong Depeng, he deliberately took a cold bath to make himself feverish.

……

But it's been a few months!

He and Zhong Depeng are just ordinary friends now, and the circle of friends occasionally likes it.

Young Master Yan, it's a little too small-minded.

Ruan Zhimu had no choice but to smooth things over and explained to Zhong Depeng that Yan Yue was about to take the college entrance examination and was in a bad mood recently, so he took him to the supermarket to relax.

Zhong Depeng nodded to express his understanding, exchanged some pleasantries, gave him a gym membership card, and left.

A mature adult is one who can rationally grasp the boundaries of emotion and communication. After knowing that there is no fate, he can be friends smoothly and maximize the benefits of his interpersonal communication.

Ruan Zhimu said with emotion: "It's no wonder he has so many friends, he really has a high emotional intelligence and is very good at being a man."

Yan Yue frowned: "Listen, you still miss him?"

"Not at all, I'm just telling the truth, and I'm not happy about it," Ruan Zhimu thought a little bit, sniffed the air, and suddenly realized, "I mean, no wonder there's a sour smell in the air, it turns out that it's Young Master Yan— —”

"That's because we're in the condiment section now," Yan Yue said coldly, "look up and see what's on the shelves, idiot."

His ears turned red silently.

"Oh, that's how it is," Ruan Zhimu smiled, "However, having so many friends is really amazing. If you want to change jobs, you can immediately find a good salary..."

Yan Yue: "It's so nice to say that you changed your job in embarrassment after being smashed by a student."

Ruan Zhimu paused and stared at him: "...how do you know that he changed his job because a student smashed his signboard?"

Yan Yue: "..."

Ruan Zhimu thought about it carefully, and he probably didn't tell Yan Yue about it.

He suddenly had a strange guess.

Could it be that the fact that Zhong Depeng was being troubled by someone at that time had something to do with Yan Yue?

... a bit outrageous.

Yan Yue is just a high school student, how can he have such great energy to incite those students to trouble Zhong Depeng and smash his signboard?

However, if so...

What happened to Zhan Zihang back then was also Yan Yue who asked someone to investigate in private, exposed it on the Internet, and forced Zhan Zihang to pay him back the money.

……

Yan Yue's face was calm: "You told me, you forgot."

Ruan Zhimu really couldn't remember clearly, he wasn't sure if he was telling the truth, but after thinking about it, although Yan Yue's methods were a bit fierce, his nature was not bad, and he never took the initiative to trip others up.

It should...not be so.

A slightly displeased expression appeared on Yan Yue's face: "Since you saw him just now, you've been mentioning him all the time."

Ruan Zhimu: "Uh..."

Yan Yue suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked the waistband of his jeans with his index finger.

Ruan Zhimu was unprepared, his waist was gently swayed, and he fell forward.

Yan Yue took him in his arms, put his arms around his waist, and warned him: "Don't mention it any more."

Ruan Zhimu was speechless: "Does it mean that you will be upset if I talk to any male creature when I go out?"

Yan Yue: "Not necessarily, I can barely forgive you if you strike up a conversation with Da Zhuang from Grandma Li's family."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

Grandma Li lives downstairs in his rented house. Da Zhuang is a vigorous male dog raised by Grandma Li who has been neutered for two years.

Ruan Zhimu said angrily: "I've been very tolerant to you because I saw you studying hard recently. You're itchy again, aren't you?"

"Well," Yan Yue said, "I have itchy skin, how can you vent your anger by beating me?"

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

How come the more I hear it, the weirder it becomes.

"Chest? Or... lower abdomen?" Yan Yue whispered in his ear, "Brother, you hit harder, okay, otherwise I won't feel it."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

He was finally sure that Yan Yue did it on purpose.

He deeply doubted whether Yan Yue had been studying seriously in the past few months.

Why did Yan Yue think of those shameful yellow waste when he talked about any topic casually.

Is this the brain circuit that a senior high school student preparing for the college entrance examination should have, ah.

At the moment, the two of them were standing behind the condiment shelf. It was close to the closing time of the supermarket. There were not many people in the supermarket, but occasionally they would pass by one or two tallymen pushing the trucks.

If the tally clerk tilted his head slightly, he might notice something strange here.

Although Yan Yue didn't do anything offensive, he pressed him between himself and the trolley, lowered his head to talk to him, and patted the back of his neck with his fingers, as if his skin was hungry.

Ruan Zhimu struggled: "Don't go crazy in public."

Yan Yue pinched the smooth soft flesh on the back of his neck: "Am I crazy? Isn't it a normal interaction between lovers?"

Ruan Zhimu warned him: "There are surveillance cameras on the ceiling."

Yan Yue suddenly realized: "So you like the ones with cameras? After that, we will also install a camera in the bedroom and take pictures every time. When we get old and can't do it anymore, we will replay the pictures of our youth, okay?" good."

Ruan Zhimu: "..."

He really doubted that Yan Yue was overwhelmed by the college entrance examination and had a gene mutation in his brain cells, otherwise how could he come up with these weird and weird things.

Yan Yue looked up and looked around, seeing that no one was paying attention, he lowered his head and bit the back of his neck.

Warm and wet, there was a numb itching and tingling pain from the cold back of the neck, the flesh was gently held by Yan Yue's small tiger teeth, the tip of his tongue stuck to the skin, and he came to nibble.

It's like tasting some delicious pastries, repeatedly chewing and savoring between the lips.

Ruan Zhimu's body trembled, and the side of his waist softened almost immediately.

He tried to bite his lower lip so as not to cry out.

No...

will be seen...

can't be here...

Ruan Zhimu pushed him hard, but every time he pushed, Yan Yue bit harder, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction at seeing him talking to Zhong Depeng just now.

It really doesn't make any sense.

Ruan Zhimu was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes.

Being embarrassed, he raised his eyelids, and suddenly saw a white shadow flashing in front of him to the right.

Ruan Zhimu was taken aback, and pushed Yan Yue away at once.

Yan Yue gnawed vigorously, but was suddenly pushed away, and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

"Just now...it seems that someone passed by."

Ruan Zhimu wasn't sure if the other party saw it, or whether the other party left quickly because he felt embarrassed after seeing it.

However, his shame had also reached its peak, and he raised his collar to cover the wet and red nape of his neck, and went to the cashier to pay, refusing to let Yan Yue mess around again.

-

In the next few days, Ruan Zhimu always felt a little uneasy.

He always thought of the scene in the supermarket that day.

Occasionally, when I go home from the supermarket alone, I will feel footsteps behind me, and I always keep a close distance from him.

It seemed that someone was following him.

He turned his head, but there was nothing behind him, and there was no trace of anyone.

He was restless, but nothing happened, he could only comfort himself that it was a psychological effect.

-

A week later.

Ruan Zhimu was in evening class at school when he suddenly received a call from Yan Minghua.

Yan Minghua said that the college entrance examination is less than a month away, and he was a little worried about Yan Yue's state, so he wanted to come and see them.

This is actually a bit strange.

Yan Minghua is also leading the graduation class, and now he is in a tense state of preparing for the college entrance examination. As the head teacher, he would come to City A so suddenly.

Ruan Zhimu thought about it, and could only sigh with emotion that Yan Minghua really cared and loved this nephew very much.

He told Yan Minghua apologetically that Yan Yue didn't go to study until 10:30 in the evening, and he was still in school at the moment, so he couldn't see him right away.

Yan Minghua was silent for a moment, and said: "It's okay, then I will see you first, are you at home now, I will go find you."

Ruan Zhimu: "I'm in school... There's still 10 minutes left before get out of class ends, please wait for me a little while, I'll go back right away."

Yan Minghua didn't say anything and hung up the phone.

Ruan Zhimu vaguely felt that Yan Minghua's tone today was a bit weird, not as straightforward as usual, but strangely calm and tentative.

But he didn't think much of it.

It is not uncommon for the voices of acquaintances to become unfamiliar through the screen of a mobile phone.

After class, Ruan Zhimu hurried home.

On the way, I saw fresh peaches and cantaloupe on the fruit stand, and raised my hands full to entertain Yan Minghua.

The community has been established for decades, the lawn is full of potholes, and the fitness equipment has long been taken away by children. There is an old wooden table in the middle of the lawn, surrounded by four wooden benches fixed on the ground.

The wooden benches have been exposed to wind and rain all year round, and there is a thick layer of plaster on them, and generally no one sits on them.

Ruan Zhimu found Yan Minghua sitting on the wooden stool, and quickly said: "Mr. Yan, why are you sitting here? The wooden stool is quite dirty."

Yan Minghua turned his head slowly.

He is over 50 years old. There are clearly visible wrinkles on the temples and sides of the nose. His skin is black and shiny. There are many moles on his face. This is a common face of a middle-aged man.

But Yan Minghua has always been open-minded and cheerful, and rarely has the dullness of middle-aged people.

When Ruan Zhimu was in his third year of high school, the students were all doing the exercises to death, and they were listless, but Yan Minghua often talked about the questions for a whole morning and he was still in good spirits.

The students joked in private whether he had secretly injected sheep placenta and water light injection, otherwise he looked more energetic than a young man.

But today, Yan Minghua's face seemed to be covered with dust.

His eyes were lifeless and dull, like a puppet, staring straight at Ruan Zhimu.

The reason why he sat on the dirty wooden bench was probably because his mind was wandering and he couldn't pay attention to the outside world at all.

Ruan Zhimu's heart shook, and he had a vague premonition in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it.

He took Yan Minghua back home and turned on the light.

Yan Minghua sat down at the dining table, looking normal, and asked Yan Yue's recent situation in a nonchalant manner.

Ruan Zhimu said exactly that, Yan Yue has done well in recent exams and has been able to stabilize in the top [-] in the class, but his appetite is not very good, and sometimes he can't eat, so he goes to school to deliver meals to him. etc.

——Except for those parts that cannot be said.

After Yan Minghua finished listening, he asked him how his life and study were like recently.

Ruan Zhimu: "It's pretty good. There are scholarships every year. Last year, there were relatively few places for guaranteed graduate studies. I was a little busy with work, so I didn't get guaranteed. I plan to hit the postgraduate entrance examination this year. The professor said that as long as I prepare well, there is great hope."

Yan Minghua: "How about your relationship with your parents recently?"

Yan Minghua knew about his family's situation. At first, he wanted to talk to his parents and ask his parents to show more love to him.

Ruan Zhimu didn't want to worry him, so he also smiled and said, "It's good, my brother came to live with me for a while last year."

Yan Minghua nodded: "Ruan Ai, right? My little niece is in the same elementary school as him. Last time I went to pick up my niece from school, I met your mother."

The place in my hometown is small, and there are only a few elementary schools in total, so it is quite normal to encounter them.

Ruan Zhimu was very happy: "Yes."

Yan Minghua: "Your mother is very polite. When I met me that day, she was holding the snacks bought for your brother in her hand. She insisted on giving half to my little niece, saying that she was very grateful to me for taking care of you in high school."

Ruan Zhimu's heart moved, but he didn't expect his mother to know him quite well.

Yan Minghua suddenly asked him: "Xiao Ruan, tell me, did I really treat you very well in high school?"

Ruan Zhimu didn't hesitate to think: "...Of course! Every time I felt confused in high school, I always went to you..."

Yan Minghua's face suddenly turned pale.

His voice trembled slightly:

"Yeah, I treat you so well... I trust my nephew to you... Why do you want to do such a shameless thing?"

Ruan Zhimu's smile froze on his face.

In an instant, the blood on his face faded away.

The author says:

The turning point is here, hug us softly