The yellowed air conditioner was buzzing, scindapsus aureus was drooping on the desk, and the middle school had just started two weeks ago. Antony Walter, the head teacher of the 4th class of the elementary school, was holding a thermos in his hands and his head was louder than the air conditioner.

Two teenagers stood in front of him, one with a blue and a swollen nose, a paper ball in his nostrils, a dirty white school uniform with short sleeves, and a torn knee, revealing pink flesh. It was horrible.

The other's white T-shirt is neat and tidy, from the hair to the heel intact, the eyebrows are straight, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and he is neat and clean, like a bright and clear green pine.

"Mr. Walter, he hit me."

The tone is clean, well-behaved, and full of youth-specific clarity, like a gurgling spring water, it sounds very comfortable in the hot summer.

Said the latter.

Mr.Walter's head hurts even more. He opened the transfer student file to see, "Your name is Shawn Flynn, isn't it? What's the matter?"

Shawn looked down at the toe of the white sneakers, "I came on the first day today, and he asked me to borrow a cigarette, how can I have a cigarette? I pushed him when we were arguing, and he hit the wall."

"You fart! I clearly saw cigarettes in your pocket!" The boy was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a pretender.

Shawn suddenly realized that, reaching into his pocket and touching it, he took out a pack of playing card, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Did you say this? I bought it to practice magic."

The boy was reluctant, "I saw it, it was smoke, you take your left pocket..."

Mr.Walter slapped his desk with a "slap", "What cigarette or not cigarette, do you you're your teacher in your eyes, write a thousand-word self-criticism and will read it in public in the Friday class."

The boy wanted to say it again. Seeing the class teacher's expression of self-arrogance, he persuaded him and slipped away silently.

Mr.Walter measured Shawn from the upper and lower ends. He was born with white skin, his cheeks were a little red from the sun, and the dark eyes that lined them were more innocent, like an ignorant little deer, which easily reminds people of "childishness" "purity" and other words.

Unfortunately, he was transferred from Rosewood Academy.

Rosewood Academy is a school in the old city. The average grade is not low, but it is far worse than Lawrence Vincent Academy. In the past years, Lawrence Vincent Academy has accepted many Rosewood Academy students, and few can keep up with the progress of average level of the attached middle school.

Not to mention being assigned to the basic class. The attached school is a good school. It is only for students in the pioneer class, but the basic class, by default, parents spend money to come in. If one can admitted to second-tier university, he needs to thank ancestors bless him.

"Why did you drop out of school last semester?" Mr.Walter retracted his gaze, and his voice softened unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing the deer in the eyes of the young man.

Shawn bowed his head and said obediently:

"Mr.Walter, sorry for troubling you, I was sick last semester."

"Oh, I think your grades in Rosewood are all A. You used to be pretty good at the basics. Now it doesn't matter if you have missed one semester of courses. Ask the substitute teacher more and try to make up the course in two months."

Mr.Walter closed the file and said with a pleasant face: "I don't have textbooks here. I will ask one set for you tomorrow. You will officially report to Basic Class 4 tomorrow morning."

Shawn raised his head and smiled, innocent and pure, "Thank you, Mr.Walter,"

"By the way, bring your parents with you tomorrow morning. I have to talk to them about your fight."

Shawn didn't seem to expect it. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then tapped his chin gently, "Okay, Mr.Walter."

A row of camphor trees has been planted on the campus of this School. The scent of grass and trees evaporates in the hot air. In the sticky summer, it is like melting vanilla ice cream, which is irritating.

Shawn came out of the teacher's office and hit school over hours. The originally empty campus was bustling with excitement. The students in white school uniforms were like buns brought out of a steamer, and their faces were sweaty and chattering with their mouths talking.

Holding a thick reference book, he walked straight to the end of the silent corridor. The book that had just been regarded as precious fell on the stairs. Shawn sat on it with one long leg stretched out, one half-curved casually, familiarly, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and quickly tapped the keyboard with one hand.

Justin Adams arrived in time and ran over in stride, "Why do you want to call the parents again?"

Shawn moved his wrists and bones, looked ahead, and said casually: "I hit someone."

"It's you, your parents..." Justin swallowed, and glanced worriedly at Shawn's indifferent face.

Justin sighed in his heart, looked around, and made sure that there were no classmates around him, "I will help you find one. After you come to the attached middle school, I will cover you. Don't worry about this kind of thing."

Shawn said with a "huh", glanced at Justin's pocket around his eyes, and his fluent jaw raised, "Is there a fire?"

"That must be."

Justin made a "click", the orange flame jumped, and Shawn took out a pack of cigarettes from his left pocket.

He held one to his mouth, turned his head to light a cigarette, and the soft hair hanging on his cheeks deviated from the auricle with the movement, revealing a cold earring on one side, shining coldly in the sun.

Very wild.

"Where is the dining hall? I invite you to dinner."

Shawn stretched his waist after smoking, took out a big white rabbit toffee from his pocket and held it in his mouth.

It was meal time, crowded, new faces that appeared hastily attracted attention, passers-by glanced at Shawn intentionally or unintentionally, turned back to the gossip on his face, and whispered about something.

"There are so many people on the bulletin board, what are they looking at?"

Justin looked at the black heads.

Shawn didn't have as much curiosity as his, and walked forward without looking back until he heard Justin's "Fuck!" and stopped.

The word "fuck" has multiple meanings in spoken language. In some cases, it is used as the prefix of a certain country's curse, but in most cases, it expresses anger, excitement, or shock like Justin at this time.

As Shawn turned his head and walked over, the crowd in front of the bulletin board caused a commotion, consciously giving way to the master, all kinds of eyes stopped on Shawn's face, wanting to get something from his expression, some gossip information.

But Shawn disappointed them. Faced with the provincial mathematics league final report with a one-inch photo and name printed with a full score of 150 and a score of 16 on the test, the obedient boy didn't even shake his eyelids, and calmly torn off the report from the bulletin board.

Not long after it was glued, the glue hadn't dried completely. He kneaded it with one hand, raised his wrist lightly, and a fluent parabola fell into the trash basket. By the way, he pulled a piece of tissue from his pocket and wipe the sticky glue on his hands.

All this is going on like water flow, as if he didn't reveal the ridiculous transcript, but the notice to the key universities.

There are only 20 people in the finals of the provincial mathematics league. They are the top students among the top students of various schools. According to the practice of previous years, the top eight can be entered into the provincial team, and they can easily be recommended to colleges and universities, even if they are eliminated twelve. With their achievements, they have managed to win the key universities steadily.

In such an important game, 16 points are unbelievable. Even if you rely on guess, it won't be so low, right?

The voice of the discussion was very small, or it came into Shawn's ears, "Fake?" "Impossible." Someone exclaimed.

Justin wanted to say something, Shawn took the lead to answer, lifted his chin slightly, looked at the man with an indifferent look, and said lightly: "It's true, I fell asleep at the time."

"..."

Less than a day after the transfer, Shawn successfully made most people remember his name, which was an unprecedented special treatment.

Shawn's face was expressionless, and the paper towel vigorously wiped the glue on the palm of his hand, and the skin on the palm of his hand rubbed slightly red and hot, and he stopped slowly and exhaled deeply.

At the time when everyone was discussing whether he was king of pretended to be something or he was really expected, he turned his head slightly and glanced at the corridor on the side of the bulletin board. Fortunately, a camera was facing this place.

Fortunately, someone jumped out on the first day and wanted him to be used as a sandbag. Shawn couldn't wait to move his wrists.

Justin has the heart to scold someone's mother. There are only a few people who have transferred from Rosewood Academy to the attached middle school. If he wants him to catch who did such a detrimental thing, he will be stripped of his skin.

Shawn was very calm. In the afternoon, he found a nearby bookstore to browse through the reference books, enjoyed free air conditioner, and made up for the missing courses.

Justin may not be able to do good things, but he can do bad things more than one at a time. After school in the afternoon, Justin stretched out his mobile phone in front of him, "How about this person being your uncle?"

The phone screen under the sun was overexposed. Shawn glanced around and saw a man in a suit, squinting his eyes, "Who is this?"

"The people nearby added me. He said he is a male publicist and likes cosplay, probably work in one company's public relations department." Justin said solemnly.

Shawn glanced over the profile. His profile photo was a man, didn't show his face, wearing a cheap black suit. He lifted his shirt with one hand, revealing a thin belly, like malnutrition, and the viewer felt pity.

[Higolo + V on the price]: Role-playing, chatting, escorting is all right.

It can't be said to be exactly the same as Justin said, at least it is irrelevant.

Justin wiped the sweat from his head and continued: "I made an appointment for you. I wanted to go with you, but I am having an emergency. This person is waiting for you at the north gate now, wearing a white shirt and vest."

Shawn glanced at Justin meaningfully and nodded slowly: "I remember, thank you, don't look for such a person next time."

Shawn didn't bother to correct Justin's mistakes. As a gigolo which called Gigolo, serves people all day, he should have good acting skills, as long as he helped him pass the barrier tomorrow, and the others things could be talked later in the future.

The north gate is a commercial street. At this time, the lights are on, and there are endless vehicles coming and going. Shawn is holding a matcha cone, licking and eating, calculating how much money is appropriate, compared with ordinary high school students, except that there is no Parental discipline, living expenses are a lot, enough for his daily expenses.

On such a hot day, people who can wear shirts and vests will be very conspicuous. Shawn carefully scanned the surroundings, there is no such fool.

He took out his phone and was about to ask Justin for gigolo's WhatsApp. The driver's seat of a white Tesla across the road was pushed open, and the back of his expensive head rose slowly. The collar of his shirt was neat and straight. Outside, there is a linen suit and waistcoat that is close to the waist. It is meticulous and tall. Coupled with an upright back and excellent demeanor, it stands out from the crowd.

There is a man who is less afraid of heat beside the man. His black suit can't cover his back and his waist. He seems to be talking to the man. He even took out a card from his jacket pocket and handed it to the man.

In broad daylight, the market was not expected to be good. Shawn crossed the zebra crossing. The man had already sat back in the driver's seat, but he did not start the car. He should be waiting for him.

There was an endless stream of students coming and going. Shawn looked over Tesla. He hadn't seen this model before, maybe it was a new one. He opened the door of the co-pilot with one hand. He moved quickly and sat down. Took a bite of the melting chocolate chips on the cone, and said obediently: "Hello, I'll talk about business."

"business?"

The man's tone is very unique, and there is a kind of ease in the deepness, and an indescribable sense of abstinence.

Shawn turned his face away, and the remaining sunset passed through the windshield. He squinted his eyes reflexively. The man tilted his head slightly, his gaze rested on Shawn's face, and he was also looking at him.

Men are typically indifferent looking, with partial black hair neat and meticulous, a thin silver-rimmed glasses on the narrow bridge of the nose, slender platinum glasses chains hanging on both sides of straightened cheeks, the lining is originally smooth with the jaw line is getting stronger, and the lips are lighter and thinner.

The skin and bones get a wonderful chemical reaction on his face, which is both intimidating and graceful.

Shawn raised his brows, he originally planned to give 800, but this quality gigolo worth about two or three thousand, he was afraid it would be impossible to get it.

"What's the matter with you?" The man raised his wrist and glanced at his watch, as if he was in a hurry to catch the next business.

Shawn saw that the dial was beautifully made of white gold, which was of great value, coupled with this exquisite and demanding suit, such an advanced consumption power, it is no wonder that it is so long that it will come out as a gigolo.

But the professionalism is a bit poor, eating the bowl and watching the pot.

Shawn leaned back and leaned against the back of the co-pilot seat. The cold wind from the air conditioner condensed the delicate sweat on his cheeks, his pale face was lightly pink, and his fingers rubbed the matcha from the cone on the tissue wrapping. Justin talked to you about things."

The man twisted his eyebrows and stared at him quietly. The sweet and greasy ice cream smell spread in the air, with a bit of matcha coolness, and he breathed in strands.

The white T-shirt on the boy in front of him is loose, and the round neck reveals a slender, white neck. The clavicle is slender and clear, with a fragile feeling that seems to fall apart with just a pinch.

Perceiving his gaze, Shawn turned his head, looked down at the cone in his hand, and then at the man, "Um...Sir, if you want to eat, I can buy you another one. I've eaten this one. "

"..."

Shawn didn't seem to notice the stagnation of the atmosphere, and the tip of his tongue rolled over the ice cream on his lips, and asked casually, "Sir, how long have you been in this business?"

Under the thin lenses, the man's eyes narrowed into a slender line, and he uttered two clear words, "Ten years."

"How old are you?" Shawn was taken aback, and he looked at his face again, and it didn't look more than thirty-five.

The man pushed the frame with one hand, pondering for a moment, "My surname is Morrison, twenty-eight."

It looks a little older than the actual age, and it is really hard to do this business. gigolo came out to make money at the age of eighteen. If it is not from a poor family, who would want to betray body?

Shawn blinked a few times and said softly, "Mr.Morrison, hello, my surname is Flynn."

As soon as the voice fell, "Ding Dong", the screen of the mobile phone on the navigation bracket flashed a burst of light, and several unread contact WhatsApp popped up.

[Manager Chen]: Four unread messages

[Mr. Lewis]: Two unread messages

[Mr. Morgan]: Seven unread messages

Theo Morrison stretched out his hand at random and clicked on the screen, his fingers were thin and slender, with distinct bone joints, and the pale blue veins bulged under the thin skin, which was quite the charm of a mature man.

Shawn glanced at the screen, with a look of sorrow, "You have a lot of customers, business must be very busy at ordinary times?"

He thought to himself that Theo had been able to perform ten years, and his physical and psychological qualities must be very good.

"Well, overtime in this industry is normal." Theo replied slowly.

Shawn admired gigolo a little, and he truly practiced the four words of love and dedication, polite and polite. Shawn did not forget the business, took out the phone from his pocket, opened the WhatsApp scan code interface, "Mr.Morrison, let me add your WhatsApp, okay? "

Theo stared at him for a few seconds, with some intriguing meaning, one hand unlocked the phone screen and opened the friend's QR code.

Shawn held the phone and pressed it a few times. The WhatsApp name is u5085. His portrait is not the coquettish photo of abdominal muscles, but a natural and elegant life photo. The forest in the morning is filled with light mist. Theo is dressed casually and elegantly. He was holding a small elk in his arms. The fawn's chin rested on his broad shoulders. He casually looked at the camera, like a noble gentleman, with a beautiful mood.

"Do you have two WhatsApp accounts?"

Shawn easily changed the remarks to [Ga-Go-Lo], which is convenient for memorization.

Theo unbuttoned a suit and waistcoat at the hem, and said noncommittal, "This is the life number."

This is called professionalism.

Shawn casually clicked to open his WhatsApp Moments. From the moments alone, it is difficult to see that gigolo is in the prostitute business. Some of the moments is he running in the morning on the mountain road, some are dressed to play polo, and some are drinking afternoon tea on a luxury yacht. Yes, there is even one reading carefully with a book next to the fireplace. It is the hardcover version of "The Future of Capitalism."

"You read a lot?!" Shawn slipped to the end. The strange thing is that gigolo only has a three-month moment posted. It is not set to be visible for three months, but only for three months.

Theo raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I l read philosophy a lot, and finance occasionally."

This is still a literary gigolo. While thinking about the true meaning of wisdom, while pretending to be in the ocean of lust, how good the combination of spirit and desire is, it really makes Freud pat his thigh and call his expertise. Shawn had to admire gigolo's thought awakening.

Shawn ate the rest cone in a few big mouthfuls, lowered his head and pressed the phone, and transferred a sum of money to Theo. Satisfied with the quality of gigolo, there is a reason to be more expensive, "This is a deposit."

"No matter what the teacher says, you agree to it, don't say anything more, I will give you the rest after it's done."

After finishing speaking, Shawn looked at gigolo sincerely, with red lips and white teeth, and slightly drooping eyes, with a clear sense of innocence, and a natural face that was cute.

Especially at this moment, the bright lips are still stained with matcha, a youthful vigor, and tender water can be wringed out.

Theo stared at him for a few seconds, and raised his brows slightly, "You were asked to call the parents?"

"Well, you pretend to be my uncle." Shawn held his mobile phone in his pocket, looked at him eagerly, and said seriously: "I know you often pretend to be a father, a master, or a dog. This time you need to convergent acting skills, unpretentious acting."

Theo turned his head and stared at him. He suddenly curled his lips and smiled; the two dimples appeared with very shallow in the corners of his mouth. Generally, men who have dimples will look sweet, but in Theo, they turned into a gentle gentleman. "You know a lot."

gigolo started to show off. Shawn was a little uneasy and raised his face, "gigolos must have the professionalism of gigolos, don't ask too much about customers."

"What's wrong?" Theo asked.

I just praised that you have a high level of consciousness. Shawn now wanted to take it back. gigolo's service consciousness is too far away. Is it possible to take the money and say that you sit up and eat on your own?

Shawn settled down with a calm expression, "Are you complaining the money is too little? I don't sleep with you; you should content enough."

Theo was silent for a moment, and Shawn stared at him calmly with a pair of black and white eyes, ignorant and clear like a deer, he answered calmly, "Okay, I agree."

Shawn breathed a sigh of relief, and he was still worried while spending money. Future in the attached middle school, he would not cause trouble, so as not to call the parents again. He pushed and opened the door of the co-pilot, hot wind blew his face, stepped out of the car, held the handle with one hand before closing the door, looked back at Theo, wrinkled his nose, and whispered: "Sir, you are not young anymore, your career is not a long-term solution. You can change careers as soon as you are in good health and save some money."

Having said that, he turned and walked forward, the semi-wet T-shirt behind his back was tightly pressed against the firm and flexible waist, and he moved up the slightly convex spine, creating an arc that posed a dangerous distraction.

Theo took a glance, retracted his gaze, looked straight ahead without squinting, drew a pair of neat and capable black leather gloves from the storage compartment, slowly put them on his hands, gently stretched the edges, and then placed them on the steering wheel.

A few minutes later, the brawny man in a suit and leather shoes drove a black coupe to the side, quickly got out of the Coupe while wiping his sweat, walked to the Tesla car, bent down and said, "Mr.Morrison, let me drive. "

"No need." Theo lowered the car window, resting his elbow on the edge of the window, with a slight smile at the end of his eyes.

The driver was stunned, "Okay, do you want to go home first, or go to the park first?"

Theo turned his head and glanced at the empty co-pilot, sniffing the remaining sweetness in the air, spreading from his throat to the tip of his tongue, and replied casually: "I want to change my job first."

At seven o'clock in the morning self-study, Mr.Walter, the head teacher of Basic Class 4, walked forward with his hands behind his back. Shawn followed behind with a schoolbag on one shoulder. Before reaching the door of the classroom, various flavors of steamed buns and faint smells of pancakes with fried bread stick floated.

The classroom is more like a morning vegetable market than the morning reading time. It is noisy and lively. Mr.Walter stepped into the classroom for a moment, as if he pressed the still button, and quieted down in a tacit moment. There were a few sleeping people in the back row. The boy yawned and raised his head.

Mr.Walter stood on the podium with a smile, "Did you guys go surfing internet all night again last night? Which Internet cafe would dare to accept you?"

"Teacher, we stay up late to study!" The boy in the back row said with a grin.

Mr.Walter sneered, and said angrily: "Don't be silly, just mess around like this, wait until next year you won't be admitted to college, and see how you explain to your parents!"

The students below listened too much, without any movement on their faces, and the thick-skinned people giggled as if they heard compliments.

Mr.Walter glanced at the door. Shawn was carrying a schoolbag. The thin young man had his eyebrows drooped. He looked at his behaved and well-behaved, feeling more comfortable, and beckoned in a mellow manner, "Come on."

"Introduce you a new classmate, Shawn, who is transferred from Rosewood Academy, and will be a member of our fourth class from now on..."

While talking on the podium, several girls under the podium took out small mirrors from the drawers and silently look at themselves in the mirror. Some glanced at Shawn with red cheeks and bowed their heads.

Shawn is not stage fright at all, the smile on the corner of his mouth is harmless to humans and animals, and he is horribly obedient. Justin in the second-to-last row winked at him, and was about to fly into the sky.

The teacher's favorite is transfer students like Shawn. They are good-looking and well-behaved. At first glance, they are not troublesome and easy to manage. So, the tablemate arranged for Shawn is also a good boy, wearing a pair of glasses like bottom of wine bottles. The handsome boy looks thin and small and his height is like a girl of this age.

The basic class of Lawrence Vincent Academyol can go if you have money. Shawn heard from his classmates when he was in Rosewood. As soon as he saw today, he really deserved his reputation. The front table was playing games in the drawer of the table, and the back table was sleeping soundly and snoring. Someone followed the teacher's words and thought he was humorous. The atmosphere of the whole class was like the stage of the Festival Gala, and it was kind and peaceful.

After class, Justin hurriedly came to Shawn, looked around, and asked with a low voice, "How was that person yesterday?"

Shawn was holding a pen and writing the paper, thinking of Theo's face, and without looking up, he said, "Yes, just not like my uncle."

The image and temperament are excellent, and he is more like a financial giant than his guardian.

Justin scratched his hair with a dazed expression. The young man's thoughts were flying around. After this incident, he remembered an interesting thing. He took out his mobile phone from the Mystery of Pocket and handed it to Shawn. In front of him, he said triumphantly: "Look, the confession wall in the attached middle school, there were three confessions for you yesterday, you are Rosewood's school beauty, which really gives your buddies a face."

"Who is the school beauty?" Shawn raised his eyes; his expression was neither salty nor light.

Justin looked at him in amazement, "You! Your school posted it and sealed it."

Shawn lowered his head and wrote a line of words, indifferent and said: "Oh, I thought you posted it."

Justin smiled, resting his hands on the edge of the table, and later realized that Shawn was writing the math papers. The white paper was filled with black in large area, and he had written for more than a while. If he remembered correctly, the section just now Is it a English class?

"This is the Olympiad paper?"

Shawn gave a soft "um", the handwriting under the pen was strong and sharp. Grandpa is an old teacher who teaches calligraphy. He had been a master of calligraphy since he was a child. He has written a good handwriting and has never lost the marks on writing.

Justin opened his mouth and lowered his body to get close to him, "Are you still planning to participate in the provincial math league, in order to guarantee a place?"

"No."

Shawn vetoed it, holding the pen hand for a while, looking straight at the test paper, his nasal voice was a little dumb, "In order to get a breath."

After speaking, he coughed and dispelled the sour nasal sound, so he didn't care.

Justin had no reason to rush to his head. He and Shawn were in the same junior high school and Shawn was the strongest school tyrants he knew. Getting the first grade is like getting things out of his own pockets. Such good students generally disdain to play with scum like Justin. But Shawn never disliked him. Although at the beginning, he was deceived by Shawn's face, just like everyone else. But after a long time in contact, he gradually discovered that Shawn was very sincere to his friends. He could teach his friend one question for five or six times. If Shawn hadn't kept giving him lectures and counseling, he would not even be able to pass the test to high school, let alone a school like the attached middle school.

At that time, it was a pity for the high school entrance examination. Shawn's score was completely high enough for Pioneer Class I in the attached middle school. However, if he went to the attached middle school without a school district room, he had to pay a large amount of school selection fees. Shawn's grandparents were willing to pay for the fees, but Shawn didn't want to spend their pension money. The family members couldn't persuade him and had to let him go to Rosewood Academy in the end.

In the past two years, Justin heard from Shawn more or less that Shawn got all awards the school held, big and small, and several schools in the city visited their homes and wanted him to transfer. Rosewood Academy regarded Shawn as a sweet pastry. Other students give gifts to the teacher during the New Year's and holidays. When it comes to Shawn, the teacher gives his grandparents a gift, expecting him to get the first prize in the math league and give the whole Rosewood Academy a big face. This kind of treatment was Justin can't even dream of it.

Therefore, Justin knew exactly what kind of stuff the four basic classes are. Shawn is completely different from the people in this class. This is the golden phoenix in the chicken coop. He is very happy for Shawn. The blood of the year has returned." Shawn, as long as you pass every subject, you will be number one in our class!"

"You have really high expectations of me." Shawn put the pen cap and moved his skinny wrists. "I finished reading the textbook in class. Some of them are not understood, and the others are very simple."

He was not idle during this semester. Although he could not go to school, he finished the online courses in the first half of the second semester of high school on the computer.

The old man sitting in the back row sleeping can't listen anymore. For a while, it's very simple. He only smelled the Versailles literature. He spoke in a funny way: "You are in the fourth class of the basics, and you still want to pass the entrance exam to Stanford University?"

The students next to him seemed to have a low point of laughter. They laughed together. Everyone couldn't support the wall with mud, and Shawn was a little nicer at best.

Justin's expression changed. Shawn held the pen and tapped lightly on his wrist, signaling to hold back. The people around were still grinning maliciously. Shawn turned his head loosely, and the boy behind was stunned. For a moment, hippie looked at him with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

The morning sun shines through the window, Shawn's profile is clean and clear, and his chin is slightly raised. The slightly convex throat is sharp and cold. "Let me see what the garbage looks like."

The boy's face turned pale and blue, staring at him with a pair of eyes, and the laughter gradually extinguished. He didn't expect Shawn to be so stubborn, sweet, and temperamental.

When the sword was drawn, a round head came in through the door, "Who is Shawn? Your head teacher is looking for you."

Shawn closed the textbook with one hand and walked out as if nothing had happened. The boy stared at his back in embarrassment. In order to save face, he gritted his teeth and whispered: "Transfer student, how you can be so crazy!"

"William, don't mess with him." Justin pulled out a thick textbook and patted the boy's head with a "pop", "Go and sit in my seat. I sit here."

William Pike covered his head and said "Oh", and quickly packed his schoolbags. The students around him were not surprised. It is said that Justin's family is very background, and he came to school in Bentley, which is a young master who can't afford to offend.

The teacher's office is like a newly renovated library. Stacks of test papers and books are as high as a mountain. As soon as Shawn walked in, he saw Theo for the first time.

Gigolo is too conspicuous.

This will be going to class soon. There are only a few teachers scattered in the middle. Those who can be teachers in the attached middle school are about the same age as Theo. They either wear a plaid shirt or ice silk short sleeves. The hairline is precarious, holding a thermos in the summer, drinking wolfberry tea for health.

Only Theo, a simple light blue shirt with vertical stripes. The sleeves are neatly pulled up to the forearm, showing a strong and thin texture. He is sitting on Mr.Walter's office chair with his legs naturally open, and his posture is neat. With his elbows on the edge of the desk, his hands overlapped randomly, his eyes were slightly squinted, and his expression was calm, he was listening to Mr.Walter who was standing beside him.

This is not like the parents of the students listening to the teacher's teaching, but like the noble son condescending to listen to the play.

Mr.Walter didn't seem to realize anything wrong. He saw Shawn and waved with a smile, "I've already talked to your uncle. You take him around the school."

Shawn nodded obediently, and walked over a few steps, "Let's go."

Theo turned his head and glanced at him, motionless, just looking at him so quietly.

Shawn didn't know, so he blinked a few times, and the glass-like eyes were clear and transparent, indicating that Theo could be finished.

Theo gently pushed the thin glasses, turned his face away, his face was abstinent and deserted, and said nothing.

Shawn understood a little bit, suppressing the unpleasantness, and obediently said: "Uncle Morrison, let's go."

Theo raised his eyebrows slightly, and stood up and walked out. In the car yesterday, Shawn probably judged that he seemed to be quite tall. At this time, he stood up and was a head taller than himself. The natural advantages were enviable.

Shawn has never seen anyone who is more demanding than gigolo. It's a little too taking himself seriously, so he decided, even if he would be asked to call his parents for trouble next time, he won't look for such a difficult one. He still needs to please him even he spends money. There is no such strange situation in this business.

After leaving the office far away and walking all the way to the gate of the school, Shawn took out his mobile phone and transferred the remaining money to the WhatsApp account, "Uncle Morrison, remember to delete my WhatsApp account."

Theo turned his head, the shadow rushed over Shawn's body, and an inexplicable sense of oppression followed, accompanied by a good smelling perfume, a calm and restrained woody tone, and the taste of a mature man. Shawn's words were over. Look up at him.

Theo was looking at him. The eyes behind the lenses were deep, like unfathomable pool water, glowing with a sharp and depressing chill, like a bloodthirsty beast in a barren apocalypse, who was about to bite off the neck of its prey in the next second, Shawn's neck suddenly felt cold, and the self-protection from the brain reminded the danger.

Where does this look seem to be?

But this was only a short moment, Theo lowered his head and smiled, the chilling meaning disappeared, replaced by a kind of gentleness that is like a spring breeze, "Okay, Shawn, see you next time."

Shawn sneezed a little. If someone like Theo had met, he would definitely not forget him. He was sure that it was the first time he saw Theo yesterday.

Back in the classroom, the teacher was already in class, Shawn said excuse me and returned to his seat gently and just took out the textbook. Justin in the back row patted his shoulder abruptly.

Shawn lowered his head and flipped through the textbook, didn't replied Justin. Justin's expression changed a lot. He grabbed his head anxiously, like a crab about to be steamed. He quickly grabbed the pen, wrote a note and threw it to the front. Shawn took a pen in one hand and slowly stroked the key points, then opened the note with the other, and glanced casually.

[The gigolo said that he was hit by an electrical scooter yesterday, and he is still in the hospital today. Are you okay with the head teacher?]

"..."

Shawn's calm expression cracked.

Is this too exciting?