Getting along with Van Yesh was destined to be unpleasant.

I'll admit to being a little concerned about his and Angel's past.

But I don't want to hear their stories – I don't want to know at all.

Van Yesh doesn't seem to think so. He seems to be about to show off his extraordinary relationship with Angel at the first opportunity.

Ever since he became my front desk, he turned his head almost as soon as he got out of class, either studying me as a person or what I did.

"How do you like sketching on graph paper? Angel likes to use dotted paper. ”

"So you organize your books by color - Angel arranges them by thickness."

"Do you like Sprite? Hehe, Angel used to like Sprite too, but once I was tricked by me, and then she only drank Coke. ”

"Well, you don't like to smoke, do you? Angel didn't smoke at first, but then I taught him to smoke, and he was not a small smoker......"

……

This guy is really annoying.

The most important thing is that the current Angel is no longer the person he remembers—he is my Angel.

I'm in no mood to take care of this noisy front table. Angel didn't want to deal with him more than I did.

Fortunately, during this time, I also became more and more attentive to my homework; Many times, I didn't hear what Van Yesh was saying.

Angel rejects Van Yesh in every sense of the word.

Whether it's eating, going to class, or on the way back to the apartment after school, Angel refuses to let Van Yesh go with us.

At first, Van Yesh would have followed us cheekily. Later, Angel couldn't stand his hints, intentional or unintentional, and got into fights with him on the road several times.

As a result of the fight between two aliens with abnormal physiques, they had to skip class the next day to recover their bodies.

Angel is always comfortable with skipping classes. Van Yesh is more than that.

I was the only one who had no capital to miss class, and while holding Angel to appease his emotional illness, I was devastated by my emotions.

But I was willing to skip class, who let the kraft candy in my arms be Angel.

Gradually, Van Yesh also drifted to the edge in the class. Because except for Angel, he always rejects people thousands of miles away.

But in the eyes of my classmates, I probably had the best relationship with him, because he really liked to tell me about his past with Angel.

Unfortunately, I rarely listened to him carefully. His precious memories to this day are like a fleeting wind to me.

Actually, I don't think there is any irresolvable conflict between the three of us.

Van Yesh is the only one of Angel's kind here, and the person Angel used to be closest to; For Angel, there is always something I can't replace.

Since we all live under the same roof and study in the same class, I don't want our relationship to become too stiff.

However, I also have no intention of making them as close as they used to be.

I confronted Van Yesh in the same way I did with my mother: not active, not caring, not curious.

Another month passed, the air got colder, and the temperature between Van Yesh and me and Angel dropped to freezing.

Then again, I also have some sympathy for Van Yesh – he is three years older than me and Angel, but he has to go back to his senior year of high school because he is in prison.

In my eyes, he resembles a declining nobleman.

The thorns in his body are, in the final analysis, just his powerless rebellion against this world.

The hidden conflict between me and Van Yesh finally erupted on the weekend after the monthly exams.

Angel's mother heard that Van Yesh was doing well in the exam, so she brought a bottle of vodka to celebrate him.

"Do you want to drink vodka to celebrate when something good happens in your family?" I tilted my head and whispered in Angel's ear, "That's tough." ”

"I used to drink champagne occasionally," Angel's cool breath tickled in my ear, "and now my mom is just trying to find a reason to get drunk openly." ”

There is a fog in my brain - my mother has been remarried for half a year, and Anqi's mother hasn't come out yet? But she looked radiant, and she didn't look like she was troubled......

Anqi's mother smiled softly at Van Yesh, "During this time, Anqi has troubled you. ”

Van Yesh's smile was dizzying, "I'm already older than him, and I should take care of him." ”

Angel and I looked at each other awkwardly - Angel had never been taken care of by him at all...... What a guy to be ashamed of.

Anqi's mother poured another sip of spirits, "If only you were my own......"

"I like Auntie very much, but I still don't want to be your son—" Van Yesh glanced at me pointedly, "because then Angel and I would be brothers." ”

He continued, "Even if it's not a brother, it's not a good relationship. ”

Angel's hand grabbed mine from under the table. Cold sweat broke out in his palms.

"What do you mean? Yish, you and Angel have been good since childhood......" Angel's mother asked with half-squinted eyes, "Don't you want to be his brother?" ”

"I don't want to. I never wanted to be a brother to him. Even if it's just a brother in name, I don't want to. Van Yesh's indifferent voice was full of arrogance, "Auntie, I like Angel. ”

My heart suddenly stopped, and the pores on my body contracted in a panic.

"Like?" Anqi's mother was already a little drunk, frowning slightly and muttering, as if she didn't understand the meaning of these two words.

Angel's grip on my hand tightened. He kicked Van Yesh hard, "Neurotic, what nonsense are you talking about?" ”

"You hear me. I like you, Angel—" Van Yesh smirked, "and not the kind of brother to brother. Of course, it's not the kind of ordinary friends. ”

My heart trembled.

Van Yesh continued to ask Anqi's mother in an almost demagogic tone, "Auntie, you said that Anqi and I are not brothers, but lovers, okay?" ”