12

 In class.

The lesson content has been finished, and the next step is group discussion time.

Song Yu pushed the arm of the boy next to her: "You can't take up all the seats, others also need to come and form teams."

The muscles touched by the boy's fingertips tensed up, and Lu Xing half-rested his chin, obviously not intending to leave the space: "It's already crowded, let them find someone else."

Song Yu pursed her lips and moved to the other side -

the other side was also crowded.

Zhou Yanming was turned to the side, and when Song Yu wrote, the pen cap would occasionally poke his shoulder, and the words would be directly crooked. She wanted to complain, but when she looked up, the other person avoided her gaze and said something like "Don't stare at him like that, his heart is uncomfortable."

"..."

Song Yu was too embarrassed to complain.

Since the day she confessed about the harassing text messages, the two of them have been inseparable like left and right protectors, guarding against all suspicious people. Especially Lu Xing, who said that day, "Don't get too close to Xie Zhiyan."

Just because there are surveillance cameras installed at home?

But isn't installing surveillance cameras a normal thing?

After much thought, Song Yu still felt that Lu Xing was jealous and didn't want him to get close to Xie Zhiyan.

With final exams approaching, 009 said the next crucial mission wouldn't begin until the new semester. This meant Song Yu would have a whole summer off after the exams, as long as he maintained his persona.

Thinking about this made Song Yu exceptionally happy, his eyes unconsciously narrowing.

The two people beside him stared intently.

After finishing his last exam, Song Yu was picked up by his family.

This time, it was Song Xu who personally came to pick him up.

The man had called two days in advance to ask how Song Yu's exams went and when he would be home.

During the summer after Song Xu returned to China, Song Yu moved to another residence, maintaining a strained and silent relationship. After that, he knew the other party didn't welcome him, an outsider.

But after spending a weekend together last time, Song Xu felt that Song Yu wasn't a particularly rebellious or cold child; his light-colored eyes were beautiful and gentle. Therefore, he wanted to take that step and try to build a good relationship with Song Yu,

instead of just learning about his brother from the bodyguard.

His thoughts were interrupted by the boy's sweet voice. Surprisingly, Song Yu was happy to let him pick him up and even said goodbye on the phone, something he'd never done before.

The road near the boys' dormitory was narrow and difficult to back up, so Song Xu parked the car in front of the cafeteria. Five minutes later, he saw Song Yu not far away through the car window,

along with two tall boys beside him.

One was holding an umbrella for him, and the other was carrying his suitcase.

They were shoulder to shoulder.

Song Xu recognized them immediately; he often saw them in photos of bodyguards.

The driver was about to get out of the car when he heard his boss say casually, "I'll go." He took a few seconds to respond, and then saw President Song, with a cold and aloof face, walk to the young master and take the umbrella and suitcase... no, he took them.

He was even jealous of his friend? This was the first time he'd known that President Song was a brother-obsessed brother.

When Song Yu was led away by the hand, Lu Xing and Zhou Yanming were stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the noble and tall man was Song Yu's brother.

The two stood there, watching the black sedan gradually disappear from sight, before exchanging an annoyed glance, tearing apart the harmonious facade they had maintained in front of the boy for days.

*

After returning home, Song Yu enjoyed an exceptionally comfortable, laid-back life.

Song Xu went to work during the day and was quiet, so the two got along better than expected. Song Yu was waited on hand and foot every day, didn't need any tasks, and the harasser couldn't see him or send any more messages.

Taking advantage of the generous allowance Song Xu gave him, Song Yu began to recklessly buy comic books and plush toys.

009 Reminder: [Host, be careful of OOC.]

Song Yu paused, then glanced at Song Xu, who was working in the living room. The other was very perceptive and immediately noticed, looking in his direction.

The man's voice was deep: "What's wrong?"

Song Yu hugged a plush toy on the sofa: "Brother, do you like this?"

Song Xu was taken aback, then nodded in response to the boy's expectant gaze.

Song Yu's face was full of smugness: [See, it's what brother wanted to buy.] 009

: ...

Song Yu didn't speak again, but Song Xu couldn't look away.

The boy was wearing loose pajamas, completely relaxed, lying on the thick carpet flipping through a comic book. His little legs occasionally lifted up.

His fair, shimmering skin was surrounded by a group of colorful toys.

Over this period of time, Song Xu found that Song Yu was more obedient and gentle than he had imagined. The resistance from their previous communication disagreements had faded, leaving only a playful and gentle child inside.

There were more colorful items in the house, which didn't quite fit his aesthetic sense, but Song Xu didn't care.

He himself hadn't noticed that he was spending less and less time at the company each day, even moving from his study to the living room to work.

Just to spend more time with Song Yu.

The only drawback was that his younger brother was too thin and needed to be properly cared for.

Song Xu bought nutrition books, personally selected the ingredients, and even cooked for him himself. Just as he was engrossed in caring for his younger brother, someone shattered this joy.

That day after work, Song Xu didn't see the boy in the living room. The housekeeper, knowing he was looking around for someone, immediately smiled and said, "Young Master is upstairs. He's so excited to hear his classmate wants to go out and play for a few days! He's packing his luggage now!"

Song Xu, however, couldn't feel happy at all. But he was usually aloof, so he didn't immediately notice the subtle change.

He went upstairs. Song Yu's room door was open, and the boy was packing his clothes.

"Going out with your classmate?" Song Xu entered the room. It was his first time in Song Yu's room, and he could smell a faint fragrance in the air.

"Yes!" Song Yu was a little bored at home. As if by telepathy, Zhou Yanming had messaged him that day, asking if he wanted to go to the beach; he had relatives who owned a resort there.

He was so happy he didn't want to say much.

Song Xu didn't ask any more questions and silently helped Song Yu pack his luggage. The next morning, he drove him to his destination.

Even though this world was made up of data, the scenery where the sea and sky met was breathtaking. Song Yu excitedly got out of the car, hurriedly saying "Brother, no need to see me off," before pushing his suitcase and jogging away.

The driver saw Song's slightly stiff hand on the car door in the rearview mirror, and for some reason, the phrase "caring for elderly people living alone" popped into his head.

*

Resort.

Zhou Yanming looked at the two annoying guys beside him and said impatiently, "What are you two doing here?"

He had called the team members, but he had clearly avoided Lu Xing and Xie Zhiyan!

Lu Xing didn't bother to look up, standing in the shade of a tree: "What bad luck to be out here."

Xie Zhiyan didn't say anything.

Zhou Yanming was about to retort when he spotted a familiar figure in the distance—

Song Yu, wearing a light yellow short-sleeved shirt, white shorts, and a stylishly curved beach hat.

His cheeks were flushed pink, and he ran towards them, laughing.

The others immediately fell silent, watching the beach hat sway as the boy ran.

Song Yu reached Zhou Yanming's side, surprised to see Xie Zhiyan and Lu Xing there as well. "You guys came to see the sea too?" they

asked. Both nodded.

Zhou Yanming carried Song Yu's suitcase, and they easily followed the three to their accommodation.

It was a resort with all sorts of entertainment facilities. Zhou Yanming had booked a suite, almost like a villa, with many rooms. The refrigerator was also full.

Some of the others hadn't arrived yet, while others had already gone out to play. Song Yu couldn't wait to see the sea.

Zhou Yanming, worried about him getting sunburned, led him to the front desk to rent a beach umbrella, when a voice came from behind: "Hey, isn't this Zhou Yanming?"

Zhou Yanming turned around, and his expression froze when he saw who it was.

Song Yu turned around and saw a tall boy with dyed blond hair.

The boy also glanced at him.

Although Song Yu was slow to notice, he could still sense people's expressions. The way this boy was looking at him made him uncomfortable.

Zhou Yanming pulled Song Yu behind him without saying a word and said coldly, "What are you doing?"

[This is An Zhuzhe. He and Zhou Yanming had a falling out over the team. He's always been resentful of Zhou Yanming and has done a lot of dirty tricks.]

[He was the one who put the nail in the shoe before. He'll continue to trip up Zhou Yanming in the future.]

Everyone knows the consequences of putting a nail in a shoe.

Song Yu was unhappy.

He grabbed Zhou Yanming's hand, took a few steps back with disgust, and whispered to Zhou Yanming, "Don't pay attention to him."

The boy's initiative to get close made Zhou Yanming's bad mood disappear.

The two set up an umbrella on the beach and watched the sea for a while in the shade. When they returned, there were already seven or eight young people sitting in the room, playing Truth or Dare with bottles of alcohol.

"Hey, you two are finally back! What's that hanging around your neck?" A boy noticed the glass bottle around Zhou Yanming's neck. "What's inside? Sand? Isn't it heavy?"

Zhou Yanming glanced down. "A talisman. You wouldn't understand."

"How could I not understand?" the boy teased. "Isn't it a gift from Song Yu?"

Zhou Yanming smiled, extremely smug.

The people around them cheered and poured drinks for the two of them. "Come on, let's play Truth or Dare."

Song Yu had never played before and nodded curiously.

Everyone was here, and after a few rounds of the game, the atmosphere was good. Song Yu took a few sips of fruit wine, found it delicious, and simply gulped it all down.

He licked the remaining wine stains on his lips, which turned a bright red, glistening.

The thin skin on his lips seemed about to burst out.

Under

the shadow of the light, his face was even more beautiful and alluring than usual, captivating everyone's gaze.

The bottle was spun around, this time the opening facing Song Yu.

In games like Truth or Dare, everyone likes to tease quiet, introverted people. One of the guys, drunk, egged him on, saying, "Then pick someone to sit on their lap and kiss them for five seconds, hahaha!"

Song Yu was stunned.

He hadn't expected the game to go this far.

But with everyone around him cheering, he couldn't be a sore loser. So he looked at a few people he knew across from him.

The three men sitting in the chairs opposite him were also looking in his direction.

Amidst the joking and teasing, Song Yu slowly stood up and walked towards the other side.

The sound of swallowing could be clearly heard; it was unclear who was making it, but the three men opposite him were all noticeably swallowing.

Someone was surprised, after all, Song Yu usually seemed rather introverted: "You really want to kiss them?"

"Mmm..."

Song Yu's voice trailed off heavily. Perhaps because of the alcohol, his cheeks were burning, and his expression seemed more sluggish than usual.

But his movements were decisive.

He had also become bolder.

Everyone watched as the three men opposite them were treated like concubines awaiting their favor, while Song Yu walked slowly, then softly sat on Zhou Yanming's lap.

Song Yu's eyes were misty, reflecting the lamplight, and he leaned close to Zhou Yanming's face, as if seeking consent: "I choose you..."

"Just five seconds."

"Is that okay..."

Zhou Yanming could almost smell the intense fragrance of Song Yu's tongue.

He was like a timid boy who had been casually seduced, completely stiff and unable to think.

He just stared blankly at Song Yu's face.

The boy's weight was on him.

Song Yu was still waiting for the other's answer.

But... his expression didn't seem happy.

He probably didn't want to.

Song Yu pursed his lips, his toes touching the ground, just about to get off Zhou Yanming, when his wrist was firmly pressed down.

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