After that unhappy dinner, Tang Junhe and Tang Xiaonian started a tacit cold war.

For half a month, the cold war showed no sign of easing up, but the situation continued to escalate. The last cold war happened at the beginning of the year, when Tang Xiaonian announced at the dinner table that he was going to marry Yang Chengchuan.

Compared with Tang Xiaonian's stubborn temper, Tang Junhe was even worse, so one person did not show favor, and the other did not seek peace, and the relationship between mother and son suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Tang Xiaonian was very angry, he had suffered so much all these years, how could he raise such a foodie? Now not only turned his elbows outward, but also blatantly flirted with himself for an outsider.

Tang Junhe thought stubbornly, obviously Yang Xuan had already lost the chance to go to the provincial team because of him, and obviously Yang Xuan's mother's death was indeed due to her, but why was Tang Xiaonian always persistent? If she didn't want him to call Yang Xuan "brother", then why did she ignore his objection and insist on marrying him?

For half a month, the two words that Tang Xiaonian said most to Tang Junhe were "eating", and he turned a blind eye to other things, even his attitude towards Yang Chengchuan was warmer than that of his own son.

Tang Xiaonian made up his mind to take this opportunity to let Tang Junhe understand whether it is her mother who has been worrying about him all day long, or her elder brother who does not know what is the most important thing.

However, just as soon as she made up her mind in the morning, when she was about to leave work in the evening, a phone call from the head teacher, Qiu Li, immediately made her surrender - her son, whom she was always proud of, had a fight at school!

***

"Hurry up and tell me why you fought. If you don't say anything, you two go back and write a 3,000-word self-criticism." Qiu Li looked at Tang Junhe and Feng Bo standing in front of her, and felt a surge of anger, which aroused her a little toothache.

The left side of Feng Bo's face was slightly swollen. Just now, Tang Junhe's punch was thrown out, and he used 100% of his strength. He didn't react for a while. He only felt someone patting his shoulder from behind, and turned his face away without warning. Go, didn't want to but got a solid punch.

There were no marks on Tang Junhe's face, but there were a few shoe prints on his body, and the zipper of the school uniform was also torn, and it hung loosely on his chest, revealing the white shirt inside.

After Feng Bo was beaten, he still didn't change his face. He looked around and said back: "I don't write, he hit me first."

Compared with Feng Bo, Tang Junhe's attitude of admitting mistakes is much better. He stood in front of Qiu Li with his hands behind his back, his head slightly lowered, and he looked obedient and harmless.

But Qiu Li knew in her heart that neither of these two brats was easier to deal with than the other. Even, compared to Feng Bo's superficial lack of cooperation, Tang Junhe's attitude of obedience and disobedience is even more troublesome.

Qiu Li discovered early in the morning that although Tang Junhe had outstanding grades compared to other people in the class, his personality was really a little too withdrawn. But as a class teacher in the third year of high school, she only cares about her grades and finds that she is at a loss. She has no energy to deal with personal personality problems—not to mention that personality problems cannot be solved by her alone as a class teacher. Qiu Li couldn't think of any other clever way.

But after entering the third year of high school, Tang Junhe became more and more ignorant of discipline, did not go to evening self-study, skipped classes, and fought—more and more like Yang Xuan. This idea suddenly appeared in Qiu Li's mind, and then she looked at the silent man in front of her. Tang Junhe, a word she often used on Yang Xuan immediately jumped out of her mouth: oil and salt do not enter!

"You are in primary school, right? I'm the class teacher, right? I'm already in the third year of high school and I need to mediate the relationship between my classmates," Qiu Li took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, "If you don't want to talk, I can't talk to you two Bring it over here and beat me up, go back and write a self-criticism, three thousand words alone." Seeing that Feng Bo seemed to object, she immediately pointed at him and yelled, "I will ask you to write five thousand words again!"

"Teacher Qiu, let me say," Feng Bo glanced at Tang Junhe provocatively, moved the corners of his mouth, and said confidently, "There is nothing you can't say, I said his mother is Xiaosaner, why should I be beaten if I tell the truth?" what."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Junhe immediately clenched his fist and swung it at him again. Feng Bo was prepared this time, and before Tang Junhe could make a move, he immediately jumped far away and raised his voice to talk to Qiu Li complained: "Teacher Qiu, look, it's none of my business."

Qiu Li quickly grabbed Tang Junhe's arm to stop him from rushing towards Feng Bo, and then sternly said to Feng Bo: "Shut up!"

"I'm done talking, Mr. Qiu, can I go back?" Feng Bo stretched out his hand to grab the doorknob, and was about to walk out sideways.

Qiu Li glared at him furiously: "You are not allowed to leave after school at night, come and find me!"

Tang Junhe was pulled by Qiu Li's side, like a young lion fighting, his back was tense, his fists were clenched tightly, his chest was heaving up and down, and his breathing was clearly audible.

Although he was the one who started the fight, seeing his appearance, Qiu Li couldn't bear to criticize him, and comforted him: "Don't be as knowledgeable as him, I'll talk to him later."

After figuring out the reason for the fight, Qiu Li felt a little soft-hearted. She stretched out her hand and patted him on the back, as if to comfort a child: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, tell me what happens in the future, don't fight impulsively, in case something happens What should I do? The self-enrollment exam will start in a few months, and your grades are so good, so don't make any trouble."

Tang Junhe's emotions gradually calmed down, and his hair that exploded was subdued again. He accepted Qiu Li's kindness and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Teacher Qiu."

"Well, go back, you can come to me if you have any questions in the future." After Qiu Li finished speaking, she saw that Tang Junhe didn't move and was still stuck in place, so she raised her head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tang Junhe seemed to hesitate, and said, "Teacher Qiu, I want to change seats..."

"Huh? Where do you want to change?" It was a normal request to change seats, but as far as Qiu Li knew, apart from Yin Cong, Tang Junhe didn't have any special friends in class.

"Switch around Yang Xuan." Tang Junhe said.

Qiu Li was taken aback: "Why?"

"I want to be closer to my brother."

"Oh...do you think it will help your studies?"

Tang Junhe nodded and said, "Yes."

Qiu Li said thoughtfully, "Okay, you can go back to the classroom for self-study first, and I will think about changing seats."

After letting Tang Junhe go back to the classroom, Qiu Li dug out the parent's exercise book, picked up the office phone, and called Tang Xiaonian.

As soon as Tang Xiaonian heard that her son was fighting at school, Tang Xiaonian immediately asked questions nervously. Qiu Li naturally avoided the reason for the fight, and only vaguely said that she did not ask, and then explained the purpose of calling: "Mother Tang, are you Don't be too nervous, I called to tell you about this, I want you to pay more attention to Jun Hyuk's psychological problems."

Tang Xiaonian immediately tensed up, and asked, "What's wrong with his mind?"

"It doesn't refer to specific psychological problems, but the pressure in the third year of high school is relatively high. You should not put too much pressure on your children, and you should have some freedom. Otherwise, if you arouse rebellious psychology, it will be more difficult to deal with... "

One word awakened the dreamer, and as soon as Qiu Li uttered the words "rebellious psychology", Tang Xiaonian suddenly felt that he had grasped the key problem-her son had entered the rebellious period, and she responded, "I must Pay attention", thinking in his heart to find an opportunity to have a good talk with Tang Junhe, and he must not let this rebellion stir up trouble.

***

Feng Bo returned to his seat and was shaking his head while doing English listening with his earphones on. When he noticed someone stopped in front of him, he raised his head and saw Tang Junhe standing in front of him, his lips moved a few times. He took off one earphone, frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

Tang Junhe didn't speak immediately, and reached out to take off his other earphone, looked at him calmly and said, "I said, this matter is not over." Although the voice was not high, but because the classroom was very quiet, Many people heard his words and raised their heads to look in their direction.

Feng Bosser returned the headset, smiled generously and said, "Of course it's endless."

Tang Junhe ignored the eyes looking at him from around, went back to his seat and sat down, and continued to do the contact question at hand. The people in the class looked at each other, discussed in whispers for a while, and then returned to the test papers of each subject.

After finishing the listening questions on the test paper, Feng Bo remembered Tang Junhe's expression when he said that just now, snorted coldly with disdain, then put down his pen, and walked towards the door of the classroom. After going down the stairs, he walked to the edge of the basketball court, squatted aside and chatted with a freshman in high school, seeing that Yang Xuan's dribbling training group was over, he put his hands around his mouth: "Brother Xuan! "

Yang Xuan threw the basketball to another team member not far away, and walked towards him: "What's the matter?" Before he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of his swollen left cheek and couldn't help but take another look.

Feng Bo noticed his gaze, and covered his left face with his hand: "Fuck, Brother Xuan, I was bitten by a mad dog."

Yang Xuan asked, "Who?"

"That's who, Tang Junhe," Feng Bo gritted his teeth and said, "Isn't he the mistress? Don't tell me the truth."

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows in surprise: "He hit him?"

"Well," Feng Bo swallowed his anger and briefly described the situation at that time, "The last time his mother came to see the head teacher, Yu Tianyu saw him, and he asked me a few words today, so I will tell the truth that his mother is a mistress... He curled his lips as he spoke, "To be honest, what I said at the time may have been a bit harsh, but it was all the truth. Isn't it **** equivalent to selling it? Brother Xuan, don't you think so?"

Yang Xuan didn't answer directly, but asked, "Did he hear it?"

"Yeah, I'm fuck, I thought someone was slapping me from behind, and when I turned around, he punched me like crazy, grabbing my arm and refusing to let go, I kicked him several times in a hurry I guess he's about to get internally injured by me kicking him, **** it..." Feng Bo was still angry, "If it wasn't for the head teacher who just went to the classroom to change the topic and saw it, I would have pushed him to the ground and beat him hard. The key Yes, after the two of us came out of the office, he actually told me that this matter is not over yet?"

Yang Xuan said thoughtfully, "Huh?"

"Cut, let's bluff, how can he be with me... At first I wanted to hire a few people to beat him up, but then I thought, this is too cheap for him, Brother Xuan, I came up with the same idea." Feng Bo said Here, stop like a tantalizing.

"What?" Yang Xuan glanced at him.

"I won't tell you now, Brother Xuan, but I will need your cooperation when it comes to this matter. If it is really done, not only will he not be able to survive, but he will also make his mother collapse to death..." Feng Bo Looking eagerly at Yang Xuan, "Brother Xuan, isn't your mother mentally unstable because of Saner's incident? Let's let her experience the retribution and let her experience what it means to be insane..."

***

The basketball team's training ended early on Friday, and after school in the evening, Yang Xuan leaned on the basketball hoop and waited for Tang Junhe to go downstairs.

As soon as Tang Junhe appeared at the door of the teaching building, Yang Xuan noticed that his school uniform was torn off. In the past, the zipper of his school uniform was always pulled down neatly to the neck, but now it was loosely opened, and the submissive temperament of his whole body suddenly took the upper hand, mixed with a rebellious youthful feeling.

Fighting for Tang Xiaonian? Yang Xuan squinted his eyes, then straightened up from the basketball hoop, tore off the school uniform hanging on it and put it on his shoulders.

Yang Xuan didn't ask, and Tang Junhe didn't say anything. The two walked towards the parking lot silently one after the other, being dragged by the elongated shadow of the setting sun in the huge campus.

Tang Xiaonian was sitting on the sofa at home, and he had already typed a stomach full of manuscripts. When he saw the two of them stepping into the house one after another, all the words that came out of his throat were suppressed by the pressure of fire that surged up in his head—Tang Junhe's expression His appearance is exactly the same as Yang Xuan!

Tang Xiaonian gave Tang Junhe a blank look, turned around and walked towards her room. When passing by Tang Junhe, she cursed in a low voice: "You are really capable!"

One night, Tang Xiaonian didn't sleep well, and the scene of Tang Junhe and Yang Xuan entering the house kept flashing in his mind. The thing she was most worried about happened, her son was going to be spoiled by Yang Xuan. Tang Junhe is her proud son and the whole meaning of her existence. Now that he is showing signs of being spoiled by Yang Xuan, Tang Xiaonian is terrified and tossing and turning.

At the same time, Yang Xuan was playing games on the computer in the study, while Tang Junhe watched him harvest the heads expressionlessly.

Even though he was so sleepy and yawned, seeing that Yang Xuan didn't intend to go back to his room, he kept suppressing his drowsiness.

Yang Xuan finished a game, turned his face and asked him: "Aren't you going back to sleep?"

"Tomorrow is the weekend," Tang Junhe said hesitantly, "Brother, I want to sleep with you."

Yang Xuan didn't speak, just looked at him.

"Sleeping with you, I will sleep better." Tang Junhe was afraid that he would refuse, so he hurriedly explained.

The sound effect of a new game starting came from the earphones, and Yang Xuan moved his gaze to the screen and said, "It's up to you."

Because of these three words, Tang Junhe cheered up and stayed with him until the early hours of the morning. Because he was afraid that Yang Xuan would throw himself in the study, he resisted not falling asleep.

After sleeping on the bed with Yang Xuan as he wished, Tang Junhe was no longer sleepy.

He smelled Yang Xuan's breath in the air addictively, and tried his best to restrain his desire to be close to him. He found that his desire for Yang Xuan was not a sudden whim, but a savage growth in his body. The strong desire reminded him of the adult video he watched in the early morning of the last time he slept so late. Those blood-pulsing images now burst into his mind, making him unable to sleep peacefully.

Almost self-taught, facing Yang Xuan, he boldly put his hands under his body to touch the part that was raising his head. He moved as lightly as possible, wrapped it with one hand, tried to move it up and down, a strong pleasure spread rapidly from there, and then he couldn't wait to move it a second time.

He looked obsessively at the silhouette of Yang Xuan in the dark, just about to quietly practice self-abuse for the first time in his life, Yang Xuan suddenly moved, Tang Junhe suddenly froze in fright, and wrapped the hand around his lower body Not daring to move.

In the past, Yang Xuan would fall asleep quickly after lying down, but tonight he sat up from the bed, went to the water dispenser to get a glass of water, drank it standing up, and then went to bed and lay down again.

Was it just discovered by Yang Xuan? Was the act of him getting out of bed to drink water just now a warning? Tang Junhe didn't dare to move for a while, all kinds of guesses were surging in his mind. The stiff thing he held in his hand was frightened by himself, and it gradually shrank into the palm of his hand. After a while, Tang Junhe felt that half of his body was about to go numb, so he dared to pull out his hand and turned over carefully.

Tang Xiaonian didn't sleep well all night, and got up early the next day, planning to have a long heart-to-heart talk with Tang Junhe when Tang Junhe woke up, and pull him back from the bad trend.

But Tang Junhe didn't come out of the room until 9 o'clock.

Tang Junhe woke up, but he didn't remember it yet. He lay on the bed and whispered to Yang Xuan: "Brother, are you awake?"

Yang Xuan closed his eyes and let out a "huh".

Thinking of what happened last night, Tang Junhe couldn't help blushing a little, but since Yang Xuan wasn't angry, he probably wasn't caught.

He looked at the sunlight seeping in through the gaps in the curtains, and turned to Yang Xuan: "Brother, do you remember what happened when you were a child?" Seeing that Yang Xuan didn't speak, he went on to say: "When you were young, you took me to the river, He also taught me how to fold paper airplanes, bro, do you still remember the 12 ways of folding?"

Yang Xuan still closed his eyes, and after a while, he casually sneered and said, "What kind of paper airplanes are you making when you are so big? If you want to learn, I can teach you how to do it."

As soon as these words came out, Tang Junhe immediately blushed—did Yang Xuan really see it last night? !

Tang Junhe didn't know what to say, a knock on the door suddenly rang from outside, and Tang Xiaonian's voice came through the door indistinctly: "Get up soon, why don't you sleep late when you're already in the third year of high school!"

— Tang Xiaonian is knocking on the door of his room! Realizing this, Tang Junhe jumped up from the bed reflexively, looked at the door in a panic, and prayed in his heart that Tang Xiaonian would be like last time, and go to do other things after knocking on the door.

But Tang Xiaonian obviously didn't intend to do so, and she didn't get a response, so she continued to knock on the door a few times: "Get up quickly, I'm going in."

Tang Junhe's heart reached his throat, and he grabbed the quilt tightly in his hands.

Yang Xuan also opened his eyes at this time, sat up slowly, and glanced at Tang Junhe. The blush that had just risen had not completely dissipated, and Tang Junhe's bewildered appearance looked a little cute and a little pitiful.

Tang Junhe had no time to take care of Yang Xuan's expression, and concentrated on listening to Tang Xiaonian's movements outside.

Tang Xiaonian said that he wanted to enter the house, so he really stretched out his hand and turned the doorknob, but he tried it. Unexpectedly, the door didn't open as soon as it used to - the door was locked. She turned twice and didn't open it, and shouted angrily: "Lock the door to protect yourself, open the door quickly!"

Tang Junhe almost jumped off the bed, but as soon as he moved, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and pressed his thigh through the quilt. Tang Junhe looked at him in horror and confusion.

Yang Xuan suddenly looked at him with great interest, and asked in that hoarse tone unique to the morning: "What were you doing before going to bed last night?"

The knocking on the door outside became louder and denser, and Tang Junhe looked at Yang Xuan almost in panic.

Yang Xuan hooked the corners of his lips, lowered his voice and said, "I suddenly feel that I can fulfill my brother's duty."