Accompany you to the end of the world

Chapter 8

Han Yi took Maimang's handiwork in art class—the so-called "evening dress" whose head could stick out from which hole he didn't know—and accidentally altered it, so he had to send it to a tailor for repairs.Accompanying her to pick it up was two weeks later on Friday, so all club activities were skipped.

Mai Mang fell in love with a couple's mobile phone chain in the shopping street, but failed to bargain, so he bought it anyway.Han Yiyi found it hard to understand: "You don't have a boyfriend, so why buy something for a couple?"

"Huh? Why do you have to have a boyfriend?" Maimang immediately put the pink one on her phone.

"Otherwise?" Han Yiyi pointed to the blue one, "Who is this for?"

"Hmm..." Mai Mang thought for a while, "I'll give it to you."

Han Yiyi raised his mobile phone to indicate that he had hung up the mobile phone chain: "Sorry, I have a boyfriend."

"Then... I'll find one too. Hmm." Inexplicably, he made up his mind.

"Huh? I haven't heard of dating boys in order not to waste the couple's mobile phone chain!" Han Yiyi followed up, shaking his head, walked for a while, and then suddenly backed away.Maimang noticed and stopped: "Why?"

Han Yiyi pointed to the open space in front of the Internet cafe: "You wait for me here, I seem to see someone I know."

"Oh." The girl rubbed her toes on the ground, obediently waiting at the door.

Just as Qi Han finished solving a boss, he felt someone slap hard on his shoulder. He looked up and found that it was Han Yiyi. He turned around and stood up with a smile, and pretended to rub his shoulders: "Oh, I thought someone was seeking revenge again."

Han Yiyi gave him a blank look: "I even passed by the door and turned back. How faceless are you and you are still weird."

"Then I'm really honored." The boy smiled half a smile.Having been a junior high school classmate for three years, he also knows how developed Han Yiyi's lazy nerves are.

"I called your house during the winter vacation and was picked up by your father. I didn't dare to speak and immediately hung up."

Qi Han smiled again: "Thanks to your wit and bravery, otherwise you would only see my urn here."

"You are young and poor. It's your parents, still... like that?"

The boy was absent-minded for a moment, and confirmed that his companions were engrossed in the game. Afterwards, he laughed at himself and said, "What else can I do?" He pushed the sleeves of his school uniform to his elbows in the shadow of the table.

Although the light was not good, Han Yi's heart twitched unavoidably when he saw it.

The boy kept silent and put down the cuffs again.

Han Yiyi sniffled, stood on tiptoe and raised his hand to touch the forehead hair of the boy who was much taller than him: "Take care of yourself."

"Why—" the boy resumed his playful tone, "You made me look like an underground party who is about to die for the country." He said, turning his head to a slight angle, and inadvertently saw the girl standing at the door.

(End of this chapter)