A round ended, Quinn Shaw finished sorting the cards and started to reshuffle.

Ethan Young casually drew a card, flipped it over, and it was another King.

Quinn Shaw: ""

Ethan Young still hadn’t felt what was so exciting about this game. He held the card between his fingertips, sitting on the floor, and asked, “That’s it? So boring?”

Quinn Shaw: “You’re not human.”

Wanda shook his head and sighed along, “Yu-ge, we’re just not the same.”

Logan Wright had been picked by Ethan Young twice in a row, and the upgraded dare punishments were so extreme that he almost gave his first kiss to Luke Carter. He was really scared now, so he turned and shouted, “Bro Henry, control your deskmate!”

Henry Howard was sitting next to Ethan Young, amused, and laughed, “Control my ass, how am I supposed to control him?”

In the end, the complaints from the crowd were too loud, and they forcibly stripped a certain overpowered player of his right to play. Ethan Young had no choice but to quit the game.

The King card Ethan Young had just drawn was taken back by Quinn Shaw. He blinked, not sure whether to laugh or not: “Do you guys always play like this?”

Luke Carter returned the card he had just drawn to Quinn Shaw, ready to redraw: “Sorry, Yu-ge, you’re just too strong. Fate is always unfair.”

Henry Howard reached out and patted the kid’s head, couldn’t help but ruffle it a couple more times, and comforted, “It’s just that they’re not worthy of playing with a master like my deskmate.”

“What do you mean ‘they’,” the others protested, “Bro Henry, hand on your heart, can you count yourself in before you speak?”

Henry Howard said, “I’m different, I’m also very strong.”

Ethan Young didn’t mind quitting the game; it really was pretty dull anyway. He scooted back a bit, sitting behind Henry Howard, head down looking at his phone. When he lowered his head, just a few centimeters forward and he’d touch Henry Howard’s back.

Henry Howard was worried he’d get stuffy, so he took out some snacks from his bag and handed them over: “Want something to eat?”

Ethan Young glanced over and saw a few small bags of walnuts lying quietly by his hand: “”

He didn’t know why this guy brought walnuts on a field trip, but Ethan Young thought, you’d better keep them for yourself.

In fact, Henry Howard wasn’t as strong as he claimed. The reason he hadn’t been picked was that most of the King cards were in Ethan Young’s hands.

Every time Ethan Young drew a card, while the others weren’t paying attention, he’d reach out his hand, and Henry Howard would write a number in his palm. Knowing which number he was, of course he wouldn’t pick him.

The boy’s fingertips lightly traced a couple of times in his palm, almost like flirting, a little ticklish.

At first, he wrote the numbers properly, but after a couple of rounds, Henry Howard started writing words in his palm.

Henry Howard wrote it several times, and finally Ethan Young couldn’t help but ask, “What the hell is that?”

Henry Howard whispered, “Feel it with your heart.”

Most people write each stroke separately, but this idiot wrote almost all the strokes of each character connected together—how the hell was he supposed to feel anything?

Ethan Young really couldn’t make it out: “Sorry, us killers don’t have hearts.”

“It’s three characters,” Henry Howard said, wanting to keep him guessing, but after a few minutes he couldn’t hold it in and said, “I like you.”

Now that the overpowered boyfriend was out, Henry Howard’s luck was basically over too.

What goes around comes around, and maybe he’d have to pay back for his boyfriend too. Henry Howard got picked two rounds in a row: “”

Quinn Shaw finally got to be King for once, feeling awesome, and put on airs as she asked, “Who has the number two card?”

Henry Howard tossed out his number two card.

The crowd went wild.

“Weren’t you supposed to be really strong, Bro Henry?”

“No one escapes fate!”

“Qing-ge, don’t go easy on him, go all out!”

“I pick truth.” Seeing everyone going crazy, Henry Howard stated his choice in advance.

Quinn Shaw didn’t know what to ask, and to avoid making enemies—so they could still be friends later—she picked a truth card for the punishment. Luckily, the question wasn’t too bad: “How far have you and your boyfriend/girlfriend gotten?”

As the boyfriend, Ethan Young: “”

Sean Parker bought a boxed meal in the rest area, eating while calling his Bro Henry, wanting to ask where he was, but couldn’t get through. He turned off his phone, got up to throw away the meal box, and planned to walk around and maybe find a place to smoke.

But as soon as he left the rest area, he heard a group of people nearby shouting in unison, “Oh—”

And their tone was really weird.

He vaguely heard the voice of the class 3 PE rep in there. Sean Parker held his cigarette pack, strolled over, peeked in, and sure enough, it was the class 3 crowd.

“What are you guys doing,” Sean Parker said as he squeezed through the bushes, “I could hear you shouting for Bro Henry from far away, and you’re not answering your phone.”

Sean Parker was always hanging around class 3, and whether he had a reason or not, he’d “act up” so the class 3 students could use him as an excuse for being late. All in all, he was basically one of them.

Wanda made room for him: “Sit, sit, sit, we’re playing a game.”

Quinn Shaw urged, “Bro Henry, hurry up and answer the question, will you?”

After everyone hyped it up for a while, Henry Howard finally scratched his head and said, “Progress, huh? Well, we’ve done everything we should.”

As soon as Henry Howard finished, Ethan Young pinched his lower back.

That was a pretty broad answer, leaving them plenty of room to imagine, which only made everyone more excited.

Ethan Young let go and asked, “What do you mean, ‘everything you should’?”

Henry Howard leaned back calmly: “What else do you want me to say, that we’ve gotten to calling each other ‘gege’ in bed?”

“”

Although they’d never heard of Henry Howard having a partner, with his looks, it wouldn’t be surprising, maybe even someone from another school.

Logan Wright wouldn’t let it go: “That answer’s dodging the question, Qing-ge! Does that count as cheating? So what exactly have you done?”

Sean Parker sat down and listened for a while, understood the question, but felt that, combined with the answer, something didn’t sound right.

When Quinn Shaw started dealing cards again, Sean Parker finally realized, and thought in shock: When did Bro Henry get a partner?

Henry Howard was sitting across from him, and with so many people around, it wasn’t convenient to ask directly.

So Sean Parker lowered his head and started furiously typing on his phone.

—Bro Henry, you’re not single anymore?

—Where did this partner come from?

—Damn, who is it?

—Are we still brothers or not?

Henry Howard didn’t even look at his phone. After answering the question, seeing that Ethan Young wasn’t eating the walnuts, he took the initiative to open a small bag and hand it over.

Ethan Young held the walnuts, feeling complicated.

The next round, the unlucky one was still Henry Howard.

But this time the question was pretty normal, the kind of truth question that’s the least interesting.

“What’s the thing you regret most doing?”

As soon as this card was drawn, everyone lost interest, figuring the answer would just be some trivial thing—what could there be to really regret?

Ethan Young was waiting to hear Henry Howard make something up, but Henry Howard didn’t say anything.

They’d picked a spot by the lake, and when the wind blew across the water, it brought a chill.

Henry Howard lowered his head, his eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes, lost in thought. After a while, he finally looked up and said, “Back in ninth grade, a friend of mine, because of me—”

He stopped abruptly.

Henry Howard realized he still couldn’t get past this hurdle.

Just mentioning it made him feel suffocated.

He couldn’t go on.

The others looked around at each other, not knowing what had happened.

Ethan Young suddenly remembered that night when Henry Howard was sitting on the steps smoking.

The Henry Howard who caught him at night and called him “little limper”.

Luke Carter noticed that Henry Howard was struggling with the question, so he waved it off: “Alright, that question’s so boring, let’s skip it.”

The others didn’t care either, tossed the card back, and planned to draw again.

Everyone chatted noisily for a while, and just like that, the previous question was left behind.

Henry Howard took out his phone to check the time, only to find that Sean Parker had called him several times, with more than a dozen missed calls and six or seven texts.

He glanced at them, about to reply, when he felt something bump into his back.

Ethan Young was still in the same posture, head down playing on his phone, but now he was leaning forward a bit, his forehead just touching Henry Howard’s back.

Ethan Young moved his fingers, tapping a few times on his phone screen.

The next second, Henry Howard heard his own phone start beeping.

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