Henry Howard walked into the school carrying milk tea, went up two steps, and noticed a certain kid lagging behind, so he squatted on the steps and waited for a while: "What are you thinking about?"

Ethan Young casually replied, "I'm thinking about how you found a boyfriend."

After walking for a while just now, Henry Howard had also been reminiscing. He scratched his head and said, "Sometimes I really am... Sean Parker has mentioned it to me several times."

Not scanning codes or cutting in line is still considered good. Back in middle school, there was a girl who told him she wanted to be friends. Because she was shy, she didn't directly say boyfriend, just hinted vaguely a lot. He didn't get it and replied on the spot: Sure, from now on we're brothers.

It wasn't until the girl cried that he realized which "friend" she meant.

Two lights turned on at the stairwell corner. Henry Howard paused and added, "But you're different, because I like you so much that even if I were any duller—"

No matter how dull, I couldn't escape.

Henry Howard didn't finish, feeling that this kind of sweet talk was too cheesy, especially since they were still in public. He stopped halfway, stood up, and got ready to head back to the classroom: "Let's go, Wanda is still wait—"

Even though he didn't finish, anyone could tell what he meant.

As soon as Henry Howard turned around, Ethan Young said from behind, "Bro Henry, want to kiss?"

Henry Howard almost missed a step.

After school, there weren't many people left in the teaching building. The two of them had been standing on the stairs talking for so long, and hadn't run into anyone.

Ethan Young was pulled along by Henry Howard. After leading him upstairs, Henry Howard turned right and directly pushed open the door of the classroom closest to the stairwell.

Ethan Young only had time to glance at this unfamiliar, empty classroom before everything spun, and when he came to, he was already pinned against the wall by Henry Howard.

The door was wide open, and the two of them were squeezed into the narrow space between the door and the wall.

"Kind of exciting," Ethan Young leaned in and asked by Henry Howard's ear, "Right here?"

"Henry Howard lowered his head and said, "Actually, this isn't really the right place, but I can't help it."

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61. Chapter Sixty-One

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No one knew who leaned in first, but when they came back to their senses, Henry Howard's hand was already on Ethan Young's waist, unable to resist, squeezing a little.

The boy's bones felt hard to the touch, his temper was hard too, but everywhere else was unbelievably soft.

Ethan Young was kissed until he couldn't speak, could only push him with his hand, even his "fuck" sounded a bit hoarse, the ending trailing off, completely lacking in force: "Henry Howard, are you a dog?"

The space behind the door was nowhere near enough to hide two people, especially two tall boys.

Henry Howard pressed closer and closer, forcibly shrinking the distance between them by half. Ethan Young could barely breathe, his back pressed against the wall, hurting from the pressure.

Not only kissing, but also liked to bite.

Ethan Young vaguely felt a slight sting at the corner of his mouth, probably broken skin.

This kind of sneaking around, secretly kissing in a classroom behind everyone's back, was pretty taboo, and also very bold.

The two of them tangled together for a while, just about to let go, but as soon as their eyes met, seeing the other struggling to control obviously out-of-control emotions, the urge just couldn't be suppressed.

"Want to kiss a bit more?" Henry Howard pulled him back again, lowered his head, and brushed his lips against Ethan Young's nose, "I haven't had enough."

How could it ever be enough? As long as he saw the kid's eyes fog up from his kisses, he didn't want to let go.

"You call that kissing?"

"My technique still needs work," Henry Howard's lips moved down a few inches, finally landing at the corner of Ethan Young's mouth, "...need more practice."

Every time Henry Howard coaxed him in a low murmur, his voice would drop, the breath of his words brushing against his ear, seductive as hell. Plus, with this dangerously close distance, Ethan Young actually felt like he was losing control.

Just then, footsteps sounded at the end of the hallway, followed by a voice getting closer: "Why is this classroom door open?"

"..."

It was the student council doing a classroom hygiene check.

At No. 2 High, aside from studying, there were plenty of other activities. To enrich students' extracurricular lives, the student council not only had to regularly check hygiene, but also help organize poetry recitation contests, debate competitions—wherever needed, they'd go.

Ethan Young looked at Henry Howard's face, so close, and realized the situation was a bit tricky.

"Just rush out?"

"Jump out the window," Henry Howard was also unsure, even though he'd done crazier things before, "Wouldn't that be cooler?"

The student council members hovered at the door with their score sheets for a while, but in the end didn't come in: "There must still be some students on duty, the classroom looks pretty clean... let's check the front first."

A narrow escape.

Wanda was in the classroom doing homework while waiting for Henry Howard to bring back his milk tea. He waited and waited, finished a whole subject's homework, and still no milk tea: "Is it really this slow? I could've gone out and bought it myself twice by now."

"You mean Bro Henry? No way," Quinn Shaw happened to walk in with a cup of fruit tea, "I just saw them when I went out to buy something. They should've been back ages ago."

Wanda was worried, waiting for a cup of milk tea like waiting for someone who would never come.

When Henry Howard finally appeared at the classroom door, Wanda almost threw his pen and rushed over: "—I've waited so long the flowers are about to wilt, guys, I thought you weren't coming to evening self-study."

"We... had a little accident," Henry Howard put the milk tea on Wanda's desk and casually asked, "Did Mouse leave?"

The milk tea was still warm. Wanda stuck in the straw and took a satisfied sip: "Yeah, Lao Tang came over to talk to him, started with test-taking mentality and went all the way to how to face failure calmly, talked for half an hour and still wasn't done, Mouse immediately packed up and ran out the back door."

That was just like their homeroom teacher. Henry Howard said, "No one beats Lao Tang."

After Wanda finished, he finally noticed Ethan Young coming in from the back door, pausing mid-sip: "Did you guys get into a fight?"

Henry Howard was about to ask 'What fight?', wondering why that was the first thing that came to mind.

Wanda added, "Otherwise, why is Yu-ge's mouth busted?"

Ethan Young had just reached the door. Wanda, sharp-eyed, also felt the wound looked a bit off, but didn't think much of it, still stuck on the "fight" idea: "Who was it? Who dares mess with the big boss of No. 2 High's west building?"

Henry Howard coughed.

This kind of juicy gossip, Wanda couldn't miss for anything. He nagged a few more times, hoping someone would play along, but no one did.

Ethan Young pressed a fingertip to the corner of his mouth, walked right past him to his seat.

"Drink your milk tea," Henry Howard kicked at Wanda's desk, hinting, "Kids shouldn't meddle in grown-up business."

Wanda thought, what the heck, grown-ups and kids.

He bit his straw, planning to do his chemistry homework. After searching his desk for a while and not finding his book, he picked up his milk tea and turned to look in his backpack. As soon as he turned, he saw the two big bosses in the last row, acting all handsy like no one else was there.

Ethan Young had been looking down at his phone, replying to a holiday greeting from Aunt Mei. He'd only typed half a message when Henry Howard forcibly lifted his chin.

Henry Howard leaned in and said, "Don't move, let me see."

Ethan Young's skin was already pale, so the cut on his mouth was especially obvious.

Other than worrying people might guess how he got the wound, Ethan Young didn't care much. He just wanted to finish his message, so he blurted out, "It's fine, tough as hell."

"..."

During evening self-study, Lao Tang came over with a book to supervise.

Near the end of class, Quinn Shaw and the others finished their homework and, with nothing else to do, started chatting with Lao Tang: "Teacher, we heard you used to be at the Experimental Affiliated School?"

Lao Tang stuck a bookmark in the page he was reading and looked up: "You all finished your homework?"

"Pretty much," Wanda scooted his chair forward, curious, "Mr. Tang, why did you come to No. 2 High?"

This question had been asked ever since Thomas Thompson became the homeroom teacher of Class 3. After all, A City's top school was way ahead, even a few No. 2 Highs together couldn't compare.

Ethan Young didn't really listen to what Lao Tang said, and anyway, Wanda and the others changed topics every two or three minutes: "Teacher, when are we going on the autumn outing? Isn't it soon?"