Luke Carter wiped away tears of laughter: "What were you thinking?"

Wanda said, "I was thinking about Bro Henry, wanted to imitate his style a bit."

Henry Howard couldn't help but laugh too: "But you can't just copy him exactly, if you're so capable why not say you helped an old lady cross the street. Good thing Old Thompson is gullible, if it had been Mad Dog, your dad might be on his way to beat you up right now."

Wanda scratched his head: "Is it really that scary? Thank goodness."

"Thank goodness my ass," Ethan Young said, "Sean Parker is already on his way to beat you up."

Wanda: ""

After Ethan Young finished, Luke Carter and the others burst out laughing again.

"By the way, do you know what you were like after you and the PE rep got drunk yesterday?" Quinn Shaw remembered and started laughing again, "It was the first time I saw someone go crazy drunk, it was too much."

After waking up, Wanda couldn't remember anything, and when he asked his roommates, they just shook their heads. Of course, what he didn't know was that while he was out of it, his previous "internal self-destruction" prophecy had already come true: "What was I like? I should've been fine, right?"

Ethan Young didn't want to talk.

Henry Howard didn't want to say much either, just said, "You're way too confident in yourself."

During the break, Sean Parker really did show up, stood by the window for a few minutes, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Wanda, you really did it! Do you know, I just came out of the bathroom and ran into your class's Old Thompson, he told me to take good care of my health, and I thought I had some terminal illness I didn't even know about."

After shouting, Sean Parker habitually glanced over at Bro Henry's seat, and saw Bro Henry and Cold Killer huddled together talking about something. It was a totally normal scene, but he felt something was off.

He stared and stared, and finally realized what was wrong—where was Bro Henry's hand going!

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52. Chapter Fifty-Two

"Don't move."

""

"Hold still, I got it."

Ethan Young had one hand in his pocket, the other under his head, looking down at the pen stuck on his shirt hem: "Why are you throwing things around?"

Henry Howard: "My hand slipped, really, it just slipped."

Just now, Henry Howard had finally fished out the pen that had been missing for days from the corner under the desk. Ethan Young thought he looked like a poor, desperate soul who suddenly struck it rich: "See, Old Young, we've got a pen now."

Ethan Young was lying on the desk, still sleepy from the last class, gave a half-hearted "oh", and wanted to keep napping. Then the next second—the pen flew at him, and if he moved even a little, it would fall to the floor.

Henry Howard was very close, his hand touching the inside of Ethan Young's thigh, making him a bit ticklish. If his hand moved a few centimeters more, it would touch somewhere it shouldn't.

""

Ethan Young turned his face away, a bit awkwardly: "Hurry the hell up."

Henry Howard hadn't thought much of it at first, he cherished this pen like it was the last hope of his family, but after grabbing the cap, he realized what he was doing.

Sean Parker stood by the window, waiting for Ethan Young to kick over Bro Henry's chair, to let him know you can't just do whatever you want in life, and that random groping comes with consequences. But he waited and waited, the bell rang, and Ethan Young still hadn't moved.

Boss of West Tower just let his deskmate touch him for a while, even replied a couple of times when Henry Howard talked to him.

Unreal.

Sean Parker thought, just a few days apart, how did the world suddenly change?!

The last class in the morning was PE. Logan Wright, who'd been sickly all morning, suddenly didn't have a headache anymore, and stood up excitedly: "See you on the court, bros!"

Henry Howard got up: "If Old Warren saw you now, he'd be pissed."

Just in the last math class, William Warren had called Logan Wright to the blackboard to solve a problem, and Logan Wright claimed he was too weak to even hold the chalk. Now he was full of energy, practically ready to jump straight from the building to the basketball court.

Logan Wright opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Ethan Young knew he was about to make excuses: "Don't start with the sportsmanship talk."

"Old Young," Henry Howard called from the door, "let's go."

Logan Wright: "" What's with these two teaming up today?

"Two laps to warm up," the PE teacher squatted by the podium, a whistle in his mouth, and said lazily, "After that, free activity."

Now, whenever Ethan Young saw this PE teacher, he thought of push-ups, and then of the post Henry Howard showed him during the sports meet. As he was thinking, he accidentally met Henry Howard's eyes.

The two of them stood side by side at the end of the line, neither saying a word. Ethan Young looked away, staring at the chaotic soccer field, and someone walked past them carrying a bag of volleyballs. Then he noticed Henry Howard intentionally or unintentionally brushing the back of his hand against his.

The PE teacher squinted and said again, "If you need equipment, ask the PE rep. The PE rep will go to the equipment room. Logan Wright, you guys playing basketball again today?"

Logan Wright: "Of course, we're playing."

PE teacher: "Not sure if there'll even be a basketball tournament this semester, your head teacher said they want to try something new this year."

"What new thing?" Luke Carter, who had finally joined the basketball team after sucking up to the PE rep for ages, asked, "Is it because of what happened last semester?" Last semester, the final two classes in the knockout round got so competitive they almost fought, and the two classes ended up hating each other for the whole semester.

Everyone started chiming in.

No one noticed the two in the back row and their secret, subtle little moves.

The backs of their hands pressed together, quietly sticking together for a while, as if by silent agreement.

"Old Young." Henry Howard suddenly said.

"What?"

"Are you playing ball later?"

"No."

When Logan Wright reached the front and led the team for laps, he ran backwards, raising his hand high and shouting as he ran, "Girls, follow Sunny Bro! Keep the formation, don't fall behind!"

Henry Howard was running at the back, but when the PE teacher wasn't looking, he ignored the formation, darted forward to Ethan Young's side, and whispered, "Can you run? Is your foot better?"

It had long since healed, wasn't serious to begin with, recovered quickly, just needed a few days' rest.

Ethan Young hadn't even finished his "yeah" when Logan Wright shouted from the front, "Bro Henry, what are you doing, formation! Formation! You're so cocky."

Henry Howard waved at Logan Wright, then circled back to the end.

After two slow laps, everyone scattered in all directions after crossing the finish line.

At the back of the field, near the equipment room, there was a patch of greenery where those not exercising usually sat and chatted.

Ethan Young was going to find a place to sit, but remembered last time he got caught by the class three study rep—Xavier Stone was everywhere, and would pull out a pocket vocabulary book: "Ethan Young, let me tell you about word roots. The English root memorization method is very effective, I hope your English score will improve in the midterm..."

Better to hide on the basketball court.

When Ethan Young showed up at the basketball court, Logan Wright's eyes lit up: "Ethan Bro!"

As one of the players targeted by the PE rep from the start, no one had seen Ethan Young's skills yet, but everyone felt he must be good. Only Wanda hugged the ball silently, recalling his gaming experience with Ethan Young, and shook his head in despair.

He really couldn't imagine a lone wolf player in a team game.

Henry Howard was under the basketball hoop taking off his jacket, left in just a T-shirt, and tossed his jacket aside. When he heard Logan Wright shout, he looked back.

Logan Wright: "Ethan Bro, are you here to—"

Ethan Young: "No, just watching you guys play."

""

Logan Wright wanted to say more, but Quinn Shaw called from the court entrance, "PE rep, are there any extra badminton rackets? We don't have enough."

Logan Wright scratched his head and jogged over: "Not enough? I borrowed according to our class size."

Henry Howard leaned against the basketball hoop, just standing there doing nothing was enough to draw attention. When Logan Wright walked away, he bent down a little, leaned close to Ethan Young's ear and asked, "Are you here to watch us or to watch me?"

Ethan Young thought, neither, I'm here to hide from the study rep.

But the warm breath Henry Howard blew into his ear, and the hopeful, wildly hinting look in his eyes, it was like his eyes were screaming: Say you're here to see me, hurry up and say it.

"To see you," Ethan Young decided to give him some face, sighed, "to see my boyfriend."