Aristocrat Boys School

playful expression.
It was the first time that Jian Chi saw Shao Hang showing such a pure smile, like a child who got candy and unable to hide the joy and triumph in his eyes. 

To be honest, it was kind of silly. 

“Guess this one.” 

Jian Chi looked in the direction he pointed, and asked cooperatively, “A suite?” 

Shao Hang said: “Wrong, this one is not expensive, the price of one parking space.” 

Jian Chi dared not continue to ask if it was the price of the parking space in the Royal Garden.

This naive ‘You Ask I Guess’ game was played exceptionally harmoniously.
Jian Chi gradually found out the rules.
Shao Hang’s temper was like that of a spoiled young master.
Others were only allowed to follow him and others were not allowed to disobey a single word of his.
As long as Jian Chi properly showed curiosity, Shao Hang’s face would not show his uncertain madness as before and he would even tell the history behind each model with a smile. 

“My grandfather and I built this plane by hand,” Shao Hang looked at the blue-red plastic airplane model in the middle, his voice was not obvious when he said this, “Around when I was ten years old.
I bought it at a small kiosk.
The toy model I bought here should be the cheapest one, but I’ve always kept it.” 

Jian Chi noticed the rare warmth in his words, and couldn’t help but ask, “Aren’t you worried about putting these things here?” 

“This is just a portion,” Shao Hang rubbed a handful of hair and walked towards the bar as he spoke.
His tone returned to his usual sloppy tone, “Some are too big to carry, do you think anyone would dare to come in and take them?” 

Obviously it was an ordinary rhetorical question, but Jian Chi could hear the almost arrogant confidence in Shao Hang’s words, somehow it was not as annoying as before, but only a little better. 

Jian Chi would never forget that Shao Hang was the one who brought him here just now.
Although everything in front of him was novel, he wanted to hurry back and avoid Shao Hang’s surveillance range. 

Standing in front of the bar, Shao Hang turned his back to Jian Chi.
The uniform jacket he took off was still thrown on the sofa.
He opened a wine bottle and the strength of his arms revealed the arc of muscles under his shirt.
Jian Chi was still thinking about what to do silently when he crossed out one option. 

As if sensing his sight, Shao Hang turned around and walked over, holding two glasses with pale yellow liquid in his hand.
He handed one of them to Jian Chi, and shook it gently. 

“Have you drank alcohol before?” 

Jian Chi hesitated for two seconds, and reached out to take it.
The cool wall of the cup was inexplicably hot, and he nodded under Shao Hang’s gaze. 

Shao Hang sat back on the sofa and took a sip of the alcohol, “Sit with me for a while.” 

“Can I leave after drinking?” Jian Chi asked without answering or refusing, holding the glass of alcohol. 

Shao Hang seemed to seriously think about this possibility, smiled playfully, and slowly spit out: “Yes.” 

Fine, he’ll endure a little longer. 

Jian Chi took a deep breath, made several layers of psychological construction and preparation for himself, closed his eyes, raised his head and poured the liquid inside.

The cold alcohol slid down his throat, and after a few seconds, it became hot from the inside out, like a fire was lit in his throat, burning straight into his stomach.
Jian Chi choked and coughed, the cup in his hand was not steady, and rolled onto the carpet.
Everything in front of him seemed to be blurred.
He didn’t expect that this glass of alcohol would be so strong. 

“Are you stupid?” Shao Hang came over and pinched his chin, his face somber, “Didn’t I just ask you if you’ve ever drank before? Why would you swallow it all down in one mouthful, do you want to die?” 

Jian Chi felt a little hot in his eyes.
He blinked and a few tears fell, “I’ve had beer before.” 

Shao Hang looked like he was laughing angrily, “You compare beer to this?” 

Jian Chi wanted to refute, but his still burning voice did not allow him to say more.
Suddenly there was a knock on the closed door, accompanied by a voice that was no longer gentle that ordered: “Shao Hang, Open the door, or I’ll open the door and go in.” 

Before Jian Chi could realize what happened, the door had been forced open from the outside.
Ji Huaisi, who was standing at the door, kept his eyes on Jian Chi’s tearful face, then moved to Shao Hang’s fearless and handsome appearance.
Covered with a thin layer of dark clouds, mixed with unspeakable oppression, it was condensed into a short sentence squeezed out of his throat. 

“Put on your coat and come out on your own.”