Just moments ago, Wan Da was recounting the huge contribution he made to the class, almost moving himself to tears as he spoke. He said he almost died in Class 7 while gathering intel, surrounded by a group of people the moment he went in.

When He Chao mentioned the black nail polish, Wan Da immediately took two steps back, stumbling and pulling Liu Cunhao with him, saying, "Holy shit, guys, let's get out of here."

Liu Cunhao almost lost his balance and jumped up, knocking over his chair as he said, "...Let's go, let's go, run!"

He Chao noticed that Xie Yu stiffened up, his hand that had been playfully rubbing against He Chao's palm and occasionally hooking his fingers suddenly stopped. Xie Yu then stood up and looked at him, saying, "You want to die?"

Everyone knew about Xie Yu's black nail polish incident.

Legend has it that he was a gloomy and unpredictable figure.

On the first day of their second year, when Xie Yu took the stage to introduce himself, and said: "I don't wear black nail polish."

Liu Cunhao and his friends didn't know exactly what was going on, but it probably wasn't a pleasant thing.

"They're always like this," Liu Cunhao and the rest evacuated the combat zone safely, running from the back of the classroom to the podium and taking a breath. "They just like to get physical."

"Wan Da said, "You used the term 'get physical' quite well."

Isn't it exactly right.

Although Xie Yu was particularly irritable when he hadn't slept, from their angle, all they could see was He Chao pressing Xie Yu against the wall, still holding onto his wrist.

He Chao looked at him and said, "I'm just kidding, let's stop."

Xie Yu didn't waste any time and continued to fight with him.

Luo Wenqiang shook his head and said, "It's vulgar."

Xu Qingqing said, "It's unbearable to look at."

Wan Da said, "It's irritating."

He Chao knew Xie Yu's temper well. Although he appeared tough, as long as you went along with him, his bad temper would subside in less than three minutes. However, just as his temper had subsided, Xu Jing's words reignited it: "Actually, I think this proposal is not bad..."

The dance they were choreographing didn't have the down-to-earth style of Class 7's song. It was chosen to be more cool and edgy, with some other elements added in. It was quite suitable to go for a dark and mysterious atmosphere.

The more Xu Jing thought about it, the more feasible this plan seemed.

Luo Wenqiang had originally thought that the two of them had finished fighting and had come down from the podium. But upon hearing this sentence, he quickly retreated back: "Jingjing, are you serious, Jingjing?"

Xie Yu steadied the chair with one hand and looked up at Xu Jing when she spoke.

That one glance sent shivers down Xu Jing's spine.

But Xu Jing didn't give up. The next day, she brought a bottle of nail polish and sat nervously next to Xu Qingqing, not daring to pass it to the back row. She asked, "What kind of opening line do you think I should use to give myself a chance of living under Brother Yu's hands?"

Xu Qingqing replied while collecting papers, "I don't think there's any opening line in the world that could help you."

Xu Jing sighed in disappointment.

Meanwhile, He Chao came back from outside and casually took two napkins from the corner of Xu Qingqing's desk as he passed by the third row. He wiped his hands and asked, "What's this, cultural committee rep?"

"Nail polish," Xu Jing said, "it's black."

He Chao took it and opened it, looked at it for a moment, then said, "Lend it to me for a bit."

Xie Yu was trying to sleep in during morning self-study, but he couldn't fall asleep. The English teacher's voice was too loud as she read the vocabulary manual, and the group wasn't reading at the same pace. They started off in unison, but as they turned the pages, it became more and more chaotic, with some reading faster and others slower.

He closed his eyes and felt He Chao touch his hand.

Then, a slightly pungent smell wafted over.

Xie Yu opened his eyes and saw He Chao carefully painting something on his fingernail: "..."

He Chao just wanted to see what the little friend would look like with it on, but after painting half of his hand, he realized the visual impact was a bit too much.

Xie Yu's nails were very clean, with slender fingers and distinct joints.

The black nail polish made his whole hand look unnaturally white.

"Wipe it off," Xie Yu held back his anger and said, then added, "You have three seconds."

After Xie Yu finished speaking, He Chao finally came back to his senses. He used the wad of tissue he had just used to wipe his hands and haphazardly wiped the black nail polish on his fingernails. While wiping, he accidentally smeared some onto the edge and got a little on his finger crease.

The day of the school anniversary performance was getting closer and closer.

In addition to the intense rehearsals, the most important thing was to figure out the style of the performance costumes. They had picked out many sets, and even invited Old Tang to consult. However, Old Tang's taste was clearly not in the same era as theirs: "What do you think of the Zhongshan suit? The spirit of the Chinese Republic and the Constitution..."

Everyone unanimously said, "No, no, no, it's not good."

"Not suitable, really not suitable."

Xie Yu only had one requirement for what to wear: normal.

Everything else didn't matter, they could even just wear the school uniform.

In the end, Xu Jing pondered for a while before deciding for them to wear a white shirt directly. It was versatile and wouldn't go wrong.

Due to placing the order late, when the delivery arrived at the school, there were only two days left before the school celebration.

"It just got here, everyone hasn't left yet, right?" Shortly after the school bell rang, Luo Wenqiang came back from the guard room carrying a cardboard box. "Hurry up and take yours according to the size, try it on at home, and if it doesn't fit, we'll deal with it tomorrow."

Xie Yu returned to the dormitory and threw the clothes on the bed. After taking a shower, he stared at the outfit for a while before taking it out of the transparent packaging.

It looked simple, but a bit too big.

When He Chao knocked on the door, Xie Yu had just taken off his sweater and hadn't had time to put on the shirt yet.

During evening self-study just now, He Chao mentioned that he had done a very interesting test paper last night and said he would bring it to show him later. Xie Yu knew he was coming, so he didn't lock the door.

The door was slightly ajar.

He Chao knocked twice with his fingers, but didn't pay attention and pushed it open directly. To his surprise, he saw a boy's bare back.

Xie Yu had just finished showering and his hair was still wet, making him look damp.

He Chao couldn't help but look at the low-waisted jeans Xie Yu was wearing. The waist was slightly sunken in a certain place, and above that, his hip bones protruded with smooth lines.

He only looked for a moment before Xie Yu had already put on his shirt.

"The exam papers?" Xie Yu said as he buttoned up his shirt, tilting his head and wrapping his fingers around the white jade-like buttons. He had only buttoned up halfway when his collar opened up, revealing his slender collarbone even more. "How far have you gotten?"

Although his white shirt looked cold and plain, He Chao felt the air around him getting hotter and hotter.

Who had the energy to care about exam papers?

"Not doing it anymore," He Chao said. "Let's do something else."

The single bed was a bit cramped for two people, and every movement made a "creak" sound. The silence around them amplified the sound, making it sound particularly ambiguous.

Xie Yu had just finished buttoning up his shirt when He Chao started unbuttoning it from the bottom up, one button at a time.

He Chao was impatient with his movements, his single hand fumbling with the buttons in frustration. If it weren't for Xie Yu reminding him that he had to wear it on stage in a few days, he probably would have just ripped the buttons off.

"Don't rip them off," Xie Yu's hair was half-dry, his shirt collar dampened, and even his eyes seemed misty. "If you do, I'll push you off."

He Chao loosened his grip.

His fingertips carried a scorching heat as they moved upwards, while his other hand pulled down Xie Yu's pants zipper. His low-waisted jeans hung at his hips, and He Chao reached in directly.

Xie Yu had just spoken harshly, but now he couldn't seem to find his voice. His five fingers unconsciously dug into He Chao's hair, his knuckles curling as he let out a faint "mm."

It was an extremely subtle sound.

The trailing note scratched at the listener's heart, leaving them feeling itchy inside.

Both of them couldn't control themselves. As He Chao's hand slowly moved back, it went down from Xie Yu's lower back, following the tailbone, and touched a certain sunken place...Xie Yu felt his hand touching there, and his whole body stiffened, his mind went blank for a moment.

"...Brother." Xie Yu whispered against his lips, calling out to him.

This "Brother" woke He Chao up a bit.

The little friend is still underage.

Underage.

Damn it.

Both of them had already undressed almost completely. He Chao withdrew his hand and leaned against the side, taking a moment to calm down.

After taking a shower, Xie Yu still didn't feel very calm, so he also washed the shirt in water.

He Chao wasn't doing much better. When he finished washing up and came out, someone downstairs was already whistling. He wiped his hair and walked to the bed, wanting to check the time, and saw a text message from the little friend ten minutes ago.

- In two months, birthday, 18.

Xie Yu texted simply.

At first glance, the three short phrases seemed disconnected, but after reading them twice, He Chao felt like he had just taken a cold shower but his body was slowly heating up again.

He even suspected that Xie Yu was deliberately trying to tease him.

The next morning, Xie Yu and He Chao entered the classroom one after the other.

When Xu Jing saw them, she forgot to even recite her English vocabulary words and hurried over to ask if their clothes fit well. "How's the shirt? I asked in the group chat yesterday, but you two didn't reply..."

Xu Jing had asked several times in the group chat last night. Liu Cunhao said it was just right, while Luo Wenqiang felt it was a bit tight. They discussed whether wearing it more would make it looser and finally suggested that he eat less for the next two days.

In the end, they realized that the two core members of the team had not appeared at all.

They directly messaged them a few times but it was no use either.

"The clothes," He Chao coughed and said, "...fit quite well."

Xie Yu planned to copy two questions for the homework book that he hadn't finished since yesterday.

It was perfect that the clothes fit well. With the school anniversary coming up, there was no time to exchange them if they didn't fit. Xu Jing relaxed a bit and asked, "What about you, Brother Yu?"

Before Xie Yu could answer, He Chao said, "His clothes fit well too."

Xu Jing: "..."

She felt something was off about this statement and after thinking for a while, she cautiously asked, "How do you know?"

Xie Yu paused in the middle of copying multiple-choice questions.