He's Not My Type At All Chapter 2

It rained all night last night, and the temperature dropped a few degrees the next day.

No. 17 Middle School has regulations that students must wear school uniforms every day.

Darren Yu only discovered that his school uniform was missing the next morning.

When he was brushing his teeth, he accidentally glanced at the basket where the dirty clothes were thrown, and he always felt that something was missing.

He stared at it for a while and then suddenly realized that a school uniform jacket was missing.

He searched around the bedroom, then went downstairs and searched in the car, but couldn't find it.

Then he patted his head and thought about it. He was probably given a lift when Oliver Xie was being carried on the stretcher.

Of course, Darren Yu can no longer go to the hospital to look for school uniforms. If they are lost, they are lost. Fortunately, there are two spare ones in the wardrobe.

I woke up early today, and Darren Yu failed to achieve the goal of stepping into the classroom.

In the corridor, a classmate from Class 10 was leaning against the window and confessing to the monitor of his class.

It looks good, he likes it!

Of course Darren Yu didn't want to enter the classroom so early because he could eat melon online. He ate melon while having breakfast, and then slowly entered the classroom through the back door when the preparation bell rang.

"Hey Yangyang!"

Before he even got close to his seat, his friend Elliott Fu, who was sitting next to him, started barking in a strange way.

"Why are you calling me dad?"

"Come and take a look!"

When Darren Yu approached his desk, he realized that there was an insulated bag on his desk.

"What is this?" he asked Elliott Fu curiously.

Elliott Fu was obviously more excited and curious than he was, and he was chattering about asking him to open it: "Isn't this obvious? Someone brought you breakfast! Yang!"

Milk, eggs, mineral water, dry noodles, apples, and a pancake fruit.

Because it was placed in a thermal bag, it was still warm.

The pancake was filled with tenderloin, two sausages, and so much shredded potatoes and mustard that it almost overflowed.

"Who?" He couldn't help but muttered.

You know his habits too well! When he eats pancakes, he likes to add two sausages and a lot of shredded potatoes.

"I don't know. Anyway, it was already on your table when I came. I asked the classmates next to you, and they all said they didn't see who sent it." Elliott Fu took the package from the thermal bag and simply squeezed it in his hands. Said: "This is how you have been arranged for half a day."

After crumbling the noodles, Elliott Fu unceremoniously tore open the package and poured it into his mouth.

Darren Yu hesitated, took out the pancake fruit, and said with some embarrassment: "But I have already had breakfast... but it is not impossible to eat another delicious pancake fruit."

Boys in the third year of high school are in a critical period of growth and development, and Darren Yu is very active. After class, he is either strolling in the corridor, joining classes, or playing basketball, and he has a huge appetite.

Although I don’t know who sent the breakfast, it is on his table after all. It is obviously impossible to waste it.

So while he was reading in the morning, he showed off the pancake fruit and drank the packet of pure milk.

After morning reading, there is morning exercise. The morning exercise in No. 17 Middle School is not radio gymnastics, but aerobics.

Darren Yu just eats enough, which will help digestion.

Rhythmic pop music was playing on the radio. He danced more seriously than before, shaking his head and waving his hands, and his movements were even more standard than those of the three conductors on the stage.

Not only did he want to dance by himself, but he also grabbed Elliott Fu next to him and danced with him: "Come! Xiao Fu! Get moving! Didn't you have enough in the morning? Come and swing with me!"

Elliott Fu rolled his eyes at him, but his body movements also became louder.

How about the two of them playing together.

The two danced vigorously, which was in sharp contrast to the other students nearby who were coy and unwilling to move.

On the track behind the playground, in addition to teachers supervising students' aerobics, there were also many students who had taken leave.

Among them, there are those who are not feeling well and have asked for leave, and there are also those who are naturally not suitable for exercise. Of course, there must also be those who deliberately ask for leave and do not want to do aerobics.

Oliver Xie is weak and has natural asthma, so he cannot do strenuous exercise.

Even the sudden drop in cold air can cause him to have an asthma attack, so he doesn't always go to the playground with the class.

It was getting cooler today and he shouldn't have gone downstairs, but...

Oliver Xie stared at the figure in front of him, his hands in the pockets of his school uniform tightly grasping the lining fabric.

The sounds of discussions among nearby girls reached my ears.

"I think Darren Yu is so handsome. Why is he so handsome even in aerobics~"

"Elliott Fu is also very handsome. If you don't understand, just ask, why are the two lead dancers in the back row?"

"I heard that someone brought breakfast to Darren Yu this morning. He ate it. I was wondering if I should give it to him tomorrow too?"

"Since when did you like someone like Darren Yu?"

"Just now~"

The girls were chattering and discussing how handsome Darren Yu was. Oliver Xie only felt noisy.

It wasn't until the morning exercises ended and the students on the playground began to line up that he slowly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head.

The slightly long hair obscured his sight, and the dark hair made his already pale face look even more sickly. He stepped up and returned to the bottom of the class team.

After he left, the two girls who had just been discussing Darren Yu looked at each other in understanding.

"I'll go! That boy just grew longer!! Look at his eyelashes from my position! So long!" The girl exaggeratedly compared the length with her fingers.

"He is so white~ and his face is so small and delicate. But his hair is too long and he looks gloomy."

"Isn't it more S3xy to be a yandere beauty?"

"That's right, just lick your face and that's enough!"

...

As soon as the Fcuking was over, Darren Yu felt like his whole body was jumping away.

He chuckled and hooked Elliott Fu's neck: "Let's go to the canteen."

"Let me go, are you a pig! Didn't you just finish your breakfast?" Elliott Fu is not short, but he is a little shorter than Darren Yu.

He is the last one in the first row of boys, and Darren Yu is the last one in the second row of boys.

Due to his slight height disadvantage, Darren Yu usually likes to use Elliott Fu as a human-shaped support, which he can use wherever he goes.

"Can't we eat after breakfast? We play rock, paper, scissors, whoever loses gets to pay."

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"rock-paper-scissors!"

"Ah! My hands!" Elliott Fu's scissors were knocked down by Darren Yu's stone. He was not convinced and immediately shook his shoulders and threw Darren Yu's arm away.

Darren Yu's hand flicked back...

There was a crisp sound...the back of my hand touched something soft.

"Ouch!" Darren Yu quickly retracted his hand: "Are you okay?"

Class queues can be dismissed as soon as they leave the playground. In order to prevent accidents caused by crowding, each class will be separated by a certain distance when leaving the playground.

The two of them were at the end of the class team. They were used to laughing and joking, but they didn't expect someone to follow them today.

And... it's Oliver Xie who he least wants to come into contact with...

The hand Darren Yu raised could neither be raised nor released. It was just frozen in mid-air... because he had just hit Oliver Xie in the face.

Oliver Xie was half a head shorter than him, and he had lowered his head at this moment. His height was just enough to see the other person's slowly pursed lips.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Darren Yu apologized quickly.

Seeing the other person's thin lips twitching, his fine eyelashes trembling, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Darren Yu had no choice but to bend down slightly and use the index finger of the hand that had just hit the person to lift the thin hair hanging on his face.

On the pale cheek, the pale pink mark was particularly obvious.

Darren Yu felt guilty and couldn't get a response from the other party, so he had to apologize again: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it."

As early as Darren Yu bent down and came closer, Oliver Xie was already frozen in place.

The hands in his pockets grasped the lining tightly, not to mention that Darren Yu picked his hair and stared at his face.

Oliver Xie's mind went blank at the moment, and he even forgot to breathe.

"Oliver Xie?" Seeing Oliver Xie's dazed look, Darren Yu thought of the description of his character in the novel.

Weak, introverted, timid and sensitive... in short, very weak.

So, you must be afraid of him, right?

Darren Yu touched his nose and saw that the other person kept his head lowered, so he took a step back: "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry."

The other party still didn't respond. From beginning to end, he didn't even raise his head.

Seeing him like this, Darren Yu thought that he had apologized several times anyway, and Oliver Xie must have heard it, but he just didn't dare or didn't want to respond to him.

Then he simply turned around and hooked up with Elliott Fu and left.

Just after Darren Yu turned around, Oliver Xie raised his head. He stared at the other person's leaving figure with burning eyes until he left the playground and could no longer be seen.

On the way to the canteen, Elliott Fu suddenly said to Darren Yu: "Hey, I feel like Oliver Xie in our class is so introverted."

"Ang." Darren Yu responded, thinking about what to buy later.

Elliott Fu thought of what other students thought of Oliver Xie: "Hey, but the classmates in the class said that he is introverted, which is not the usual adjective for introverted."

"How to say?"

Should I buy snacks or staple food? The rice balls in the canteen are quite delicious, but I feel like I'm full, so why not buy a pack of spicy strips?

"The people in the front row said that he doesn't like to talk to others. He keeps his head down all day long and looks gloomy."

"Ah, that's it." Forget it, instead of buying spicy strips, buy a package of crispy noodles to eat. He saw that Elliott Fu ate deliciously this morning.

Elliott Fu didn't know that Darren Yu was thinking about running a train. The two of them chatted smoothly, one sentence after another: "Also, doesn't he have asthma? They said that sometimes his breathing is scary. Drink, drink, drink."

"Huh?" Darren Yu had just finished thinking about what to buy later when he heard Elliott Fu say this. He thought for a while and replied: "The respiratory tract of an asthmatic person is inherently uncomfortable, and he can't help it when he drinks. When he's breathing normally, you can't say he's scary."

Congenital asthma, a disease brought from the mother's womb, who would have thought. If Oliver Xie had a choice, he definitely didn't want to get sick. Who wants to be a sick person?

After hearing this, Elliott Fu looked at Darren Yu strangely: "You know all this?"

Darren Yu sneered lightly and said in a pretentious manner: "You're kidding, what don't you know?"