On the day of the anniversary of Liyang No. 2 High School, the school was filled with banners and posters, all in a festive red, on which was return: Congratulating Liyang No. 2 High School on its 67th Anniversary.

The entrance was adorned with carefully hung streamers, and students chatted excitedly as they entered with their backpacks.

The student council had been busy preparing the auditorium for the afternoon rehearsal for days.

And on this day, all the teachers were dressed in formal attire, including the aging Old Tang, who had a particular fondness for old-fashioned cloth shoes. With his formal attire, he managed to look much more lively and energetic.

But Old Tang still looked a bit uneasy, standing on the podium and occasionally pulling at his tie.

"Xu Jing said in the group chat that we're rehearsing in the auditorium after lunch," He Chao poked Xie Yu with his pen and asked, "Do you still remember the moves?"

Xie Yu was lying down, resting his head on his arm and looking at him sideways. "I remember," he said.

He Chao raised his hand and casually rubbed Xie Yu's hair. The little friend's hair was soft, and once he touched it, he didn't want to let go. "Why do I find it hard to believe you?"

Xie Yu's enthusiasm for rehearsals was not high. Most of the time, he just followed along with a cold face and moved a little. Xu Jing wasn't worried about Luo Wenqiang, who danced like a god, but was worried that Xie Yu wouldn't be able to keep up with the moves.

Xie Yu just felt that since he already knew the moves, rehearsing them over and over again was a bit tedious: "It's up to you to believe it or not."

Today, the Mad Dog unexpectedly got sentimental and read the history of No. 2 High School over the school's broadcast. He briefly reviewed every footprint made in the past 60-plus years and concluded, "Actually, the most important part of our school's history is not the glorious achievements or the outstanding faculty...it's all of you, the students who will spent three years of high school at No. 2."

As the Mad Dog continued to ramble on the broadcast, Xie Yu couldn't take it anymore and casually opened the comic book next to him.

This set of comic books was brought from home by Wan Da, consisting of ten volumes with a theme of passionate high school life. It had been circulating around the classroom for a few days, with all the boys taking turns to read each volume.

Two days ago, Luo Wenqiang was caught secretly looking at them during math class by Old Wu. He not only confiscated them, but also punished him with ten math problems. The group of students couldn't resist the temptation and planned to sneak into the teacher's office while Old Wu wasn't paying attention to retrieve the book.

"Old Xie, are you a man?" He Chao wanted to drag him along, but Xie Yu wasn't very interested. So he provoked him, "Are you scared?"

Xie Yu replied, "Scared of what?"

As a result, they followed Wan Da and circled around the office door several times. They saw Old Wu flip open one of the comic books and realized it was during break time, so they didn't have a chance to retrieve the book: "..."

Xie Yu hadn't even flipped through a few pages when he heard He Chao loudly exclaiming next to him, "Teacher, you...look so handsome today, like a young man in his twenties, very cool and dashing!"

As He Chao spoke, he leaned back and the chair he was sitting on tilted back and forth.

Liu Cunhao caught on and added, "Just like the Guo Fucheng of our school."

After all the compliments were given, Luo Wenqiang could only say, "Just one word, handsome!"

The whole class burst into laughter and applause.

Embarrassed, Old Tang rubbed his head and said, "What nonsense."

After Old Tang finished speaking, he rested his hand on the podium and didn't continue adjusting his tie.

Xie Yu stared at He Chao, who was rocking back and forth in his chair and looked like he didn't have a proper bone in his body.

Even though it was almost winter and some students had already put on their winter clothes, he still wore thin clothing and looked like he was in a furnace. He even rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bit of his wrist.

Liu Cunhao had casually mentioned before that if he didn't become class representative, the most suitable person for the job would be He Chao.

True, he was quite suitable.

This person may seem unruly, but he's really just low-key.

The school anniversary celebration was scheduled for after school, during the usual evening self-study time. The students who were participating in the rehearsal had to go there at noon, after lunch. Liu Cunhao bent down and pulled out the costumes from under the table, saying, "So we get to skip half a day of classes, how great is that?"

"Don't get too excited," Xu Jing and Xu Qingqing grabbed their clothes and said while holding hands, "Let's hurry up and change, and meet at the staircase after we're done."

It wouldn't be convenient to change in the classroom, and going shirtless would not be appropriate, so they had to go to the restroom stalls.

There were only six stalls in total, and Liu Cunhao and the rest quickly took one each. They moved so fast, as if they were afraid of missing out on a hot meal. In the end, the only one left was the one furthest inside.

Luo Wenqiang successfully took the second to last spot and said as he locked the door, "Sorry, Brother Chao and Brother Yu, you two will have to squeeze."

"..."

Xie Yu stood at the door of the toilet with his clothes in hand, wishing he could kick Luo Wenqiang into the toilet bowl.

"Let's go," He Chao instead eagerly said, smiling as he hooked his arm around Xie Yu's shoulder. "Squeeze?"

The stall was too small for two people to move around in, let alone take off their clothes.

He Chao quickly took off his shirt in three or four moves, while Xie Yu was still struggling with his jacket zipper. His elbow accidentally hit He Chao's waist. A bit hard.

The boy's figure was slim, and his abs were not exaggerated, showing the greenness of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old.

"You move a bit," Xie Yu paused and said, "Go away to the side."

Liu Cunhao and the rest chatted while changing clothes. They talked about that hot-blooded comic and he said loudly, "I've already read the fifth volume. Who has the sixth one?"

"The sixth one doesn't exist anymore."

"It's in Old Wu's hands."

"Haven't you stolen it back yet?"

"...How can we steal it? Tell me how! Old Wu reads it during every break and still hasn't finished it!"

Apart from those changing clothes in the stalls, there were also many people coming in and out.

Xie Yu finished changing and put on his pants in just a few moves. When he looked up, He Chao was leaning against the door and staring at him. "What?"

He Chao had already changed and his white shirt revealed a bit of his unruly nature. He left the top three buttons unbuttoned, looking bold and unconstrained.

"Looking at you," He Chao said, "my little friend looks so handsome."

Xie Yu slowly pulled up his zipper and took two steps forward, reaching out to help him button up his shirt. His fingers brushed against the fabric and felt the warmth of his body, reminding him, "You, as someone with a boyfriend, shouldn't show off too much."

He couldn't help but lean in closer to He Chao, who remained motionless as Xie Yu buttoned up two more buttons.

"Brother Chao, have the two of you made up yet?"

Luo Wenqiang knocked on the door with such force that it sounded like he was trying to break it down. The door shook with each knock.

He Chao: "..."

Luo Wenqiang continued to knock. After a few seconds, the door finally opened. Luo Wenqiang was about to show off his new outfit and ask if he looked handsome, but he noticed that Brother Chao didn't look too good.

They had agreed to meet at the staircase after changing, but the girls, including Xu Qingqing, took a while to change their clothes.

When they came out after changing, the group of boys had already been waiting in the hallway for five or six minutes.

Luo Wenqiang and his friends deliberately stood near the corridor, lined up in a row, posing seriously. Luo Wenqiang had one hand in his pocket, while Liu Cunhao had his arms crossed, with a cold expression and a distant look in his eyes.

Xu Jing glanced at them and went straight past the group of lunatics to find the two faces of Class 3.

They were sitting quietly side by side on the stairs.

Xie Yu had his legs crossed, and his low-waisted jeans were still ripped, revealing a large area of skin around his knees, which was so white that it was dazzling.

Xu Jing was stunned for a few seconds.

He Chao held his phone in one hand and hooked his other arm around Xie Yu's neck. It seemed like he wanted to take a picture with him, but Xie Yu was clearly not very happy about it and had no expression on his face as he faced the camera.

This person's photography skills are not great, and the angle chosen was strange. If it weren't for the two people's good looks, it would have been a disaster scene.

Unfortunately, He Chao is particularly confident: "How is it, look at my art?"

"Art my foot," Xie Yu stood up and said, "Wake up and be realistic."

The school auditorium was not used very often. Other than this kind of school anniversary performance, it was only used for calling students to hold meetings across the entire year.

The stage is covered with wooden flooring, with dark red curtains on both sides.

Looking down from the stage, there are rows and rows of endless seats.

When Liu Cunhao and the others went, they were all talking tough, saying they were going to beat other classes, but as soon as they stepped onto the stage, their legs went weak.

Luo Wenqiang: "Why didn't I notice how big our school auditorium was before?"

Liu Cunhao: "There will be so many people sitting below the stage?"

Wan Da: "Does anyone need to go to the bathroom?"

"You guys are such cowards," He Chao stood in the middle and joked as he lightly kicked Luo Wenqiang, "What did you say when we were coming over just now?"

Representative of the "Unbeatable Most Cowardly Squad", Luo Wenqiang, replied, "...we're cowards."

Although Xie Yu participated infrequently in rehearsals, he didn't make any mistakes throughout the entire dress rehearsal. When the boys danced on stage, even if their movements weren't perfect, they emitted a dazzling light without needing the help of the lighting designer.

Unlike He Chao, who was full of performance desire and flamboyance, Xie Yu didn't want to show off, but he couldn't escape the attention of others.

Once you look at him, you can't take your eyes off him.

After Xu Jing finished her performance, with the last note falling, the stone in her heart also fell, and she thought to herself that she must have done well this time.

At six in the evening, the audience began to trickle in, and the empty auditorium became lively.

The school's leaders sat in the front row, with their names and titles displayed on the table.

After the two hosts finished a long string of opening remarks, they began to announce the program: "...Next, please welcome the students from Class 1 of the first year to bring us a recitation of the poem 'My School.' Let's give them a round of applause."

The performers were also all arranged to sit in the front row, making it convenient for them to go on stage later.

The poem recitation didn't have much to offer, and after a while, Xie Yu turned his head and asked, "What number are we in?"

"Haven't you looked at the program list? We're after Class 2, the eighth one."

"I didn't pay attention."

As the last line of the poem was recited, the two girls on stage bowed deeply to the audience. The entire auditorium went dark, and after a few seconds, the lights slowly came back on. The two reciters had already left the stage, and in their place stood two elegantly dressed hosts: "We want to express our heartfelt gratitude to Class 1 for their wonderful performance. On this special day, we believe that everyone's emotions are as excited as mine..."

Class 2 of the second year had prepared a skit that had the entire audience laughing so hard that it woke up Xie Yu.

"It's our turn now," Xu Jing said from the front of the line, passing the message down. "Get ready, but don't be nervous."

With his eyes fixed on the stage, Luo Wenqiang was so nervous that he didn't even blink. He didn't miss a single performance. When he turned his head to pass on the message, he saw Xie Yu sitting on his right rubbing his eyes, looking half-asleep and quite tired: "It's our turn now - Brother Yu, you're too calm."

There had been rumors that two big shots from Class 3 were going to perform, and the school's online forum was buzzing with excitement. People were saying things like, "It's worth it. If I can catch a glimpse of them dancing in this lifetime, it's really worth it."

Although they had imagined it countless times in their mind, no one had expected it to be as shocking as it was when they saw it with their own eyes.