Although it was a headache, all the teachers mostly praised him when they mentioned him: "Pretty good, has personality. He's a boy, still young, just a bit wild."

Clearly, nothing had changed.

Lowering his grades, he became the one the homeroom teacher in grade one called "the ringleader in buying answers," and in Chelsea Shaw's mouth, "someone like you."

Plus, with the matter of Ray Jr. weighing on him, he felt like he was endlessly falling, unable to see the bottom.

He even thought he was probably truly rotten to the core.

That day, although Ethan Young didn't say it directly.

But his cold and ruthless boyfriend clearly pulled him up in the gentlest way.

It wasn't that he had successfully untied some knot in his heart, just that it felt like he suddenly had a lot of courage.

—The courage to face these things, and to get past them.

Sean Parker's three-minute-long confession didn't move the class eight homeroom teacher at all. Their homeroom teacher was also a hot-tempered guy, and after listening, just said, "Not sincere enough, go back and write a 3,000-word reflection, not a single word less."

Sean Parker replied painfully, "Okay, Chuck Bro."

Then the class eight homeroom teacher waved his hand: "Alright, go back to class for now, I'll find time to deal with you next time."

Old Thompson, on the other hand, didn't say those same old things. After finishing his work, he took the two of them to the balcony, pondered for a while, and said, "Have you thought about what you want to do? It's not that you have to study. Some people study hard because they don't know what they want to do in the future, so they do what's in front of them, get ready, and wait for something they like to appear in the future."

"Some people know what they want to do, so they work hard to move toward the future."

"What about you? Where do you want to go?"

"No matter where you want to go, you can't just lie on the ground because you don't know."

The wind was strong on the balcony, a few pots of flowers were basking in the sun on the side, and Old Thompson's succulent called Cindy was there too. He must have been holding these words in for a long time, watching the two of them idle around every day, really unable to rest easy.

"Alright, I won't make you write a reflection," Old Thompson sighed again, "Go back to class."

Ethan Young walked in front.

Sean Parker followed behind Henry Howard, and as soon as he stepped out of the office, it was like he became a different person. He shook his head, thinking to himself, what the hell.

"Bro Henry, aren't you going to explain?" Sean Parker jumped up, trying to put Henry Howard in a headlock, gritting his teeth and threatening, "Don't you feel sorry for your brother?"

Henry Howard let him mess around with a smile. He didn't expect that playing a game would get him involved, and the best part was that Old Warren went straight to the class eight homeroom teacher and said, "Do you have a student named Sean Parker in your class? Tell him to stop coming to our class during lessons to play games with Henry Howard and Ethan Young."

The class eight homeroom teacher defended his own: "What are you saying? I think it's your two students who are luring our Sean Parker."

William Warren: "Nonsense, look for yourself. Request to join the team, requested four or five times, can you read?"

The two of them started arguing like that.

Henry Howard spoke while dodging: "Explain what? There's nothing to explain. Just your bad luck."

Sean Parker was almost a head shorter than Henry Howard. He was about to jump up again to put him in a headlock when he accidentally saw Ethan Young standing halfway down the hall, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, watching him coldly.

In his eyes, it was clear: Try moving again and see what happens?

Sean Parker: ""

Sean Parker silently put his hands down: "Just my bad luck. I'm going back to class, bye."

Henry Howard waved and said, "Take care."

After saying that, he walked over to Ethan Young and asked, "Why are you stopped here?"

Ethan Young was silent for a while before saying, "Old Thompson."

"Ah." Henry Howard was stunned for two seconds before reacting, and didn't say anything.

Since Old Thompson became the homeroom teacher of class three, the whole atmosphere of the class changed. When Chelsea Shaw was there, it was obviously oppressive, but now in the class group chat, people say whatever they want.

For the "My Dream" bulletin board, even though most people's dreams were nonsense, Old Thompson still put in the effort to find industry information for each of them, hoping they could have a goal.

Ethan Young wanted to say, people are different, Old Thompson is not Chelsea Shaw.

But he also felt that Henry Howard definitely knew that.

In the end, Ethan Young only said, "Let's go back to class, boyfriend."

In the classroom, the Galaxy Dreamboys was being pulled by Emily Shaw to start rehearsing again. Ethan Young hadn't even entered the classroom when he heard them counting beats. Logan Wright was twisting his thick waist in a flamboyant way, and everyone watching was laughing: "Have you decided what to wear on stage? Sports rep, why don't you wear that outfit from the sports meet, it'd be explosive. Only wearing it once is such a waste."

Logan Wright: "Shut up, don't let Jenny hear, what if she gets some new ideas."

The day of the school anniversary performance was getting closer, and the banner was already hung at the entrance. Besides practicing their dance, what these guys wanted to know most was what programs the other classes were putting on, to get a sense of the competition.

Wanda ran all over the entire second-year group for this, and in less than three days, came up with a list even more detailed than the official program list.

"Class seven is dancing too, their outfits are super cool," during the break, a few people gathered around the list in the back row. Ethan Young was lying down trying to sleep, and Luke Carter sat in the empty seat across from him complaining, "They're wearing suits, a bunch of beasts in clothes."

Ethan Young couldn't sleep, lying there, half-opening his eyes, and secretly reached down to hold Henry Howard's hand.

Henry Howard calmly held back, holding the younger one's slender fingers, the knuckles pressing into his palm, and a certain thought stirred: "I think we need to be a bit creative."

Emily Shaw was also looking at the list, head down, asking, "What kind of creative?"

"For example," Henry Howard paused, then smiled, "black nail polish."

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78. Chapter Seventy-Eight

Wanda had just been talking about the huge contribution he made to the class, almost moved to tears by his own words, saying he nearly died in class seven for the program list, surrounded by a group as soon as he went in.

As soon as Henry Howard mentioned black nail polish, Wanda immediately took two steps back, stumbling, and pulled Luke Carter saying, "Damn, brothers, retreat!"

Luke Carter almost lost his balance, jumped up, and knocked over his chair as he got up: "Retreat, retreat, run!"

Henry Howard noticed Ethan Young stiffen all over. He had been deliberately rubbing his palm and occasionally hooking his fingers, but suddenly stopped. Then Ethan Young propped himself up, looked at him, and said, "Are you looking to die?"

The matter of Ethan Young and black nail polish was well known.

The legend was that he was a gloomy, unpredictable character.

Although Luke Carter and the others didn't know exactly what happened, on the first day of sophomore year, Ethan Young's self-introduction on stage was that he didn't wear black nail polish. Anyway, it didn't sound like a pleasant topic.

"Those two are really..." Luke Carter and the others safely retreated from the battle zone, running from the back of the classroom to the podium, catching their breath, "All they do is mess around all day."

Wanda said, "Messing around is the perfect word for it."

Isn't it just messing around?

Especially when Ethan Young wasn't fully awake, from their angle, all they could see was Henry Howard pinning Ethan Young against the wall, still holding his wrist.

Henry Howard looked at him: "Alright, I'll stop, I was just joking."

Ethan Young didn't bother with him, and the two immediately started wrestling.

Logan Wright shook his head as he watched: "Corrupting public morals."

Quinn Shaw: "Unbearable to look at."

Wanda: "So gay."

Henry Howard understood Ethan Young's temper well. He looked tough, but as long as you went along with him, you could calm his bad temper in less than three minutes. But just as his temper was soothed, Emily Shaw's words set him off again: "Actually, I think this idea is pretty good."

The dance they were practicing wasn't like class seven's down-to-earth hit song; it was a cooler style, and adding some other elements, going for a darker vibe, would actually fit well.

The more Emily Shaw thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed.

Logan Wright had just come down from the podium after watching them fight, but when he heard this, he quickly retreated: "Jenny, are you serious, Jenny?"

Ethan Young was righting a chair with one hand, and when he heard this, he looked up at Emily Shaw.

That look made Emily Shaw shiver.

But Emily Shaw really didn't give up. The next day, she brought a bottle of nail polish, but didn't dare hand it to the back row. Sitting next to Quinn Shaw, she nervously asked, "What do you think, what kind of opening line should I use so Ethan Bro will give me a chance to survive?"

Quinn Shaw, while collecting homework, said, "I don't think there's any such opening line in the world."

Emily Shaw sighed in disappointment.