Roger. Clark came out of the bathroom, with a snow-white towel wrapped around his head, scratching his head like a lady fresh out of the shower in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror. When Moleno saw him like this, he began to pump Roger's ass hard with a large bath towel behind him, making him scream.

After pretending, Roger began to seriously accuse the Scar Seth skin care products on the side of him for not using the right ones, because he couldn't find the word 'wrinkle removal' at all, and although he was ugly, he always took care of his 'Scar' and rolled his eyes at him.

By the time Roger untied the towel above his head, his wet hair was dry, and he walked to his cupboard and quickly dressed.

Jonny, who was about to leave, felt slightly strange when he saw this, because in terms of probability, this Mr. Pistachio doesn't mess with everyone every day, and usually won't stop, but today he doesn't seem to be in any interest in mischievous, and he seems to be about to leave as soon as he puts on his clothes and carries a bag, and Jonny hurriedly stops him.

"Where?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Something." The blonde youth immediately turned around and wanted to leave.

"Are you really going to sow seeds?" Jonny said assumed.

"Don't be so rude, JFK, the world of women is colorful, full of reverie, containing endless possibilities and thousands of artistic conceptions, and you interpret the whole process in shallow words, which is really contemptible." Roger closed his eyes and shook his head, plus a long sigh.

"These are your words, I'm just copying them now......" Jonny said aggrievedly.

"My words? Joke ......" Roger scoffed. "Where is the body language and the abundance of emotion? Are you pleasing you when I make it? He looked at his friend coldly and began to wave his arms.

"It's the prayer before the Mass, the hymn before the blessing, the ritual that can't be skipped, it's the important foreplay!" He said angrily.

"Is that so?" Jonny couldn't tell if he was funny or serious, and Roger looked very serious at this point.

"Think feminism, JFK, if you continue to be so naïve, they will mobilize women all over the world to turn away from you, and then you will have to hang out with the long-haired Blue Mountain women, who are said to be very fond of slick humans and are known for their cruel masochistic fetishes." He dismissively carried his bag and left, while Jonny, who had already packed up, hurriedly closed the cupboard door and followed him.

"What are you doing?" Roger had no choice but to stop and turn back to ask.

"What are you doing?" Jonny looked innocent.

"I said I had something!" Roger frowned.

"Déjà vu, Roger, déjà vu......," Jonny nodded, holding out his respectful arm to him.

"I don't know what you're talking about......" Roger smiled as he turned and walked out of the locker room.

……

Jonny eventually decided not to go to the library for a while, not knowing if Luna would come to school on landing day. In this annual festival, sharing with friends, reuniting with family, different planets, different skin tones, will have their own interpretation.

Of course, he wasn't sure if he had deliberately avoided Luna for the past two weeks and had made her already know what he wanted. But judging from the fact that she in the classroom no longer smiled lightly, but only looked at her back, the smart Luna must have read his subtext, or at least he hoped so.

When he arrived at the square of the teaching center building, the students were basically dispersed, and only their masterpieces were still left in their original places, setting off a festive atmosphere.

Xi Kewen didn't know when he left, but his booth was still there, maybe during the ten days of the holiday, he would come to the school every day to promote his club, in order to attract rare members, right? Thinking of this, Jonny did feel a little unworthy for him.

He didn't understand why these cool-sounding clubs created by Xi Kewen always failed to absorb members, literature and photography sounded old and old, but they were recording everything in this world in their own unique way.

But that's the way it is, when the eye-catching giant models echo with the drones in the sky, when the sails flutter on the thorny lake, and all kinds of homemade retro ships compete to sail, who cares about the words of the plates containing the truth and the old photos that record the moments?

Jonny stopped and looked at Xi Kewen's booth, a curtain full of still photographs of Newton's past, telling him all sorts of stories from the perspective of a braided youth.

He was soon surprised to find a holographic figure of his own, in which he was shooting a basketball and standing in front of the rebound. His eyes were slanted at the floor, his expression looked intent, but he was smiling, as if he was overjoyed by a brilliant idea.

The photo was apparently taken more than two years ago, before Jonny joined the Sabertooth Tigers, just finding the joy of basketball at Newton Multipurpose Indoor Stadium and the amazing athleticism in his body.

Jonny didn't know that the narrator had noticed him at that time and carried out the candid shooting, but he had a good grasp of the angle, light and shadow, and timing, so that Jonny almost instantly regained the mentality of trying and surprising at that time.

In the still photos of these people and objects, Jonny also noticed an inconspicuous one in the corner, which is a photo of Xi Kewen and two yellow-skinned middle-aged men, in the photo, the braided boy is obviously a few years younger than now, he sits in the middle of the two men, and all three of them stretch out their scissors and laugh happily.

Jonny used to listen to 'Skater' Sammiu. Blanco said that Xi Kewen was originally a Kezmian orphan, and was adopted by his gay parents from an orphanage in Junziwu's home city when he was very young, which is why although he is not yellow-skinned, he has a feather name.

Jonny could tell that the smiling faces were coming from the heart, and his parents seemed to love him, which reminded him of Joanna almost immediately, but he couldn't help but feel happy for this always pestering guy.