My Lucky First Love Chapter 4

"What class are you taking? You don't understand what's going on. It's like listening to a foreign language."

"It's useless. Our class teacher will know your level sooner or later. It's useless. I tell you to stop pretending."

"dmn, is your fever gone? If it's gone, go to class???"

Alex loves to swear, which is a common problem among high school students of his age, but his swearing is only to this extent at best.

Luke never swears. His father, Ding Zhaowen, is a high school Chinese teacher and he has been strict with his children since they were young.

He really hates the so-called "school bullies" because they are arrogant and unreasonable. His former high school had a special class where students had some disabilities, perhaps intellectual or physical... They were often ridiculed and bullied.

Among them was a student of his father Ding Zhaowen.

For some reasons, Luke suffered similar violence. He was not the kind of person who would just accept it, so he retaliated against the other party, making sure that the other party would always remember that he was a very difficult person to mess with. He then took the opportunity to transfer to another school.

Of course, he couldn't be sure whether Alex was that kind of student. It was just that school violence had left him with a deep prejudice against such school bullies, so that he couldn't face them in a peaceful manner.

After listening to the voice message, he did not reply, but just listened to it again.

Alex has a very attractive voice, his normal tone is bass, and he is extremely s3xy.

Because of his silence, Alex thought that he had hurt Luke's self-esteem. But he felt so innocent, he didn't say anything wrong, he was just a poor student... why was he pretending to be so awesome?

Less than two minutes later, Alex sent him another message, this time in text: "Ben, don't make it hard on yourself when it comes to studying. Some people are not good at studying, but are good at other things. Maybe you are such a talent."

Then there was another message: "If Dad asks me again, just say that my leg injury recurred and I went for treatment."

Luke didn't know what he had misunderstood, and she couldn't help but curl her lips. In the end, she just replied concisely with a "hmm".

He took the medicine obediently, sweated while sleeping at night, and his fever subsided the next day, but his cold symptoms were still there and he couldn't live without toilet paper and hot water all day long.

He adapted to the new school very quickly, but since he had just transferred to another school, it was difficult for him to make friends. However, he was not in a hurry because he felt that it was better to live alone.

The school ordered students not to use mobile phones, but Luke didn't care. Whenever he had self-study classes, he wore a Bluetooth headset and half covered it with his hair. When he finished his homework, he would put his phone on the table and play with it.

After all, Class Four is a key class, and there is great competition among students, so they are all very self-conscious. The teachers basically do not supervise them too strictly, but let them study on their own.

Even if Luke put his phone on the table to play, no one would notice it. But he didn't take out his phone to play. He had a lot of practice questions APPs on his phone. When he had nothing to do, he would either practice questions or live broadcast.

Luke was doing a large number of multiple-choice questions on Yuantiku when a message popped up at the top of the screen.

"Isn't X God live streaming recently?"

This is an original stationery brand. Luke started live streaming more than a year ago to show how to practice questions, do homework, or review key points efficiently. At first, no one was interested in his live streaming, but slowly, he became more and more famous, and millions of views made him a fresh and refined "little internet celebrity" who only showed his hands and voice in live streaming.

He is the first anchor with such positive energy on the live broadcast platform, and the platform often pushes him to the homepage.

Therefore, many stationery brands approached him and asked him to help with advertising. They also sent him a large number of school supplies and asked him to try them out.

Luke used to do live broadcasts for an hour or even longer every day, but recently, there has been no news about him for almost half a month.

That's why someone came to ask him what was going on.

Luke looked down at the back of her scarred hands.

He had no intention of fighting, because he was not an impulsive person, but when the fist came to his face, he could not bear it indifferently, so he fought back. When he was finally stopped by the school security, his fist was red, and thick blood dripped from his clenched knuckles to the ground. His glasses were broken, but his eyes were calm, so calm that it was almost scary.

The security guard was about to yell at him, but he got scared when he suddenly saw a pool of blood on his school uniform and blood oozing out from the edges of his fingers that were covering his abdomen.

It’s over, something big has happened this time.

What made the security guard's scalp tingle the most was that this top-ranked student took out a plastic bag from his pocket, bent down, picked up a red fruit knife on the ground, put it in his pocket and said, "Call the police, call an ambulance."

The boy lying on the ground was a tall man. He stared with horror at the son of the Chinese teacher who usually looked timid and easy to bully, but now made him feel afraid from the bottom of his heart. He said in a trembling voice: "Ding...you did it on purpose! You framed me!"

Luke's sneakers stepped into a pool of blood. He covered the wound very calmly, stared down at the boy, and said in a calm voice with a hint of tenderness: "You have become an adult today, happy birthday. Do you know how many years you will be sentenced to for intentional injury?"

The wound on his abdomen was not deep and just avoided the vital parts.

So after his stomach wound had almost healed, his face and hands were still covered in bruises.

Luke clicked on the message and replied to explain her situation: "My right hand was scratched by glass and there is a wound. The doctor said I need to rest for a while."

The other party expressed his understanding, said a few words of concern, and asked him what he felt about their brand of stationery.

After the third class in the afternoon, Luke had to go to the hospital for an injection, and Alex happened to be going out as well. The two of them left the school one after the other. Seeing him skipping class so openly, Alex thought that this transfer student looked weak but was actually very courageous.

He went to the hospital for an injection and then returned to school. Evening self-study hadn't even started yet, so he didn't miss any classes at all.

After evening self-study, Luke went out of school to the pharmacy to buy ointment. While waiting for the red light, he saw a very cool motorcycle parked outside the neighborhood next door. Alex held his motorcycle helmet with one arm, leaning lazily on the seat and talking on the phone. He was wearing leather boots, which made his already slender legs look even longer. His eyebrows and eyes faded in the night, and he had a special temperament between a teenager and a young man.

Probably because it was just after evening self-study, groups of students came out one after another, and Luke only looked at the most insignificant one among all the eyes directed at him.

Alex didn't notice at all and continued talking on the phone.

Alex came to class almost every day, but he often disappeared during class. He also always lay down during class, and I don’t know if he was playing Candy Crush or sleeping. He didn’t make any noise when he slept, so he didn’t disturb his classmates.

Occasionally he would sit up straight, write or draw on a book with a pen, or rest his chin on his hand and stare blankly or play with his phone.

He has a lot of friends, and they would call him during breaks, saying "Brother Cheng, go play basketball."

Whenever he plays ball, Alex would skip classes and would be nowhere to be seen for most of the day.

Moreover, he never attended evening self-study classes and would disappear before the fourth self-study class in the afternoon, but the teacher never asked about it and no one knew why.

On Thursday, after the third class, someone reported to Teacher Dou that the new student's seat was blocking the balcony door, making it inconvenient to enter and exit.

While the students were in class, Dou stood at the back door and studied for a while.

Alex was sleeping, and Luke was not sure whether he was taking notes or doing exercises, but he was quite serious.

They shouldn't affect each other.

After the first class in the afternoon, my father walked down from the podium and said to Luke: "You are sitting too far back, is your eyesight okay?"

"It's okay, Mr. Dou, my IQ is only 200 degrees, so it's fine with my glasses."

The old man thought for a moment and said, "Move your seat over here."

He pointed to the empty seat next to Alex.

Luke didn't say anything for about two seconds before she nodded and agreed.

Alex was still sleeping and was woken up by Luke when he moved the table.

He looked tired as if he had been disturbed. He looked up and saw Luke sitting next to him. The wound on Luke's face had healed a little and looked more normal. Alex was stunned for a moment because he had just woken up. He said in a hoarse voice: "Why are you sitting here?"

"The head teacher said I was blocking the door."

"Then this is..." Alex was used to sitting alone and was not used to the feeling of suddenly having a deskmate.

He felt that maybe because Luke was such a rubbish, Teacher Dou wanted them to hurt each other.

He was confused for a while, scratched his head, and finally lay down and continued to sleep.

Alex is tall and he occupies a spacious seat. Luke didn’t notice it when they were sitting at the desk in front or behind him, but when they became desk mates, she clearly felt the difference.

His former deskmate was a girl, very petite, and Alex was very big, so it felt like... they were very close.

I was so close that I could smell the faint scent of sweat on Alex's body, and feel a sense of temperature. The youthful energy in him seemed to be burning.

When Luke went back to the dormitory to sleep at noon, he saw Alex playing basketball with a group of people on the basketball court. Although his eyesight was not very good, he could still see the tall boy who was obviously different from other students through the balcony window of the dormitory. The setting sun shone on him, and he looked tall and straight, full of youth.

He doesn't watch basketball games. High school boys like NBA, but he is not interested in it. But in the afterglow of the setting sun, Luke stood on the balcony and looked at the basketball court for a long time.

After evening self-study at ten o'clock, Luke returned to the dormitory. Before he pushed the door open, he saw that the lights were on in the dormitory, and then he remembered something.

There is actually another person living in their dormitory. However, this person does not return to the dormitory on weekdays, but only on Thursdays, because there will be dormitory inspections on Thursdays, and if the person is not there, the consequences will be very serious.

Luke used the key to open the door, but saw no one. He only heard the sound of water dripping in the bathroom.

My roommate is taking a shower.

The first thing Luke usually does when he returns to the dormitory is to take a shower. He has finished all his homework during self-study class, so after taking a shower he lies directly on the bed, listens to some music, and then goes to sleep.

He originally wanted to wash his face and rinse his mouth directly, but suddenly changed his mind when he saw a pair of limited edition AJs being taken off.

He had seen this pair of shoes on Alex's feet. He didn't know much about shoes, but he knew that not all students could afford this kind of shoes, so there was a high probability that they belonged to Alex.

Luke didn't say anything. He walked over lightly and sat down in his seat. His bed was only separated from the bathroom by a wall, and his chair was very close to the balcony and the bathroom door.

Alex really didn't hear any sound. It was too quiet outside. He didn't know someone had come back. When he came out, he grabbed a towel to wipe the water off his body, and the slippers on his feet made a "squeak, squeak" sound of water.

Luke turned his head and saw that Alex had a very beautiful figure, with broad shoulders, narrow h!ps, and six-pack abs. He noticed that Alex had a small tattoo on his body, but he only took a glance and quickly turned his head back, so he couldn't see clearly what the tattoo was.

Alex finally saw him and subconsciously covered his crotch: "fcuk."

"Ben!" He was surprised to see his new deskmate here. He wiped the water off his face and said, "You actually live in 506???"

Luke didn't look at him and said, "I didn't know my roommate was you."

The water droplets flowed down his hair to his face and then dripped from his chin. The sound of the water drops falling to the ground was very light.

Alex quickly calmed down: "I feel relieved if it's you. You like cleanliness. You know I have mysophobia."

Although he and Luke were desk mates, and this incident only happened today, Alex was very concerned about other people's hygiene, especially those who sat close to him.

A person who doesn't like cleanliness will not be willing to get close to others.

Luke sat behind him. Luke's desk was very tidy. He was also neatly dressed. His shoes and shoelaces were always clean, and his nails were trimmed neatly.

Just now when he used the key to open the door and came in, he observed that the dormitory was clean and tidy, and the old stains on the walls were wiped clean. There were a few books and a study lamp on the new roommate's desk. There were very few things and it was a little too tidy.

Not only was the bed neatly made, but there was no sweat smell and instead there was a faint, indescribable fragrance.

So Alex thought that this roommate must be a clean person, but he didn't expect it to be Luke.

Alex was originally disgusted by the fact that he smoked, but when he no longer smelled the odor on him, he no longer thought much of it.

He wiped the water off his body as he spoke, without any intention of covering up. He had the body of a basketball player, with long limbs, slender and muscular. His skin was a s3xy wheat color, stained with water, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Luke did not comment on Alex's "cleanliness obsession", but he saw the socks on Alex's desk, which were piled up with several pairs.

Luke only caught a glimpse of him without clothes, and had an indescribable feeling. In fact, in his previous county, he had never seen a boy as handsome as Alex, with sharp eyebrows and fine eyes. He exuded heat and charm from head to toe. When he was playing basketball, many girls cheered for him and screamed for him. It was so crazy, like a plot in a Japanese comic.

When the get out of class was over, the girls in the first grade would come to see him and ask, "Where does Alex sit in your class?"

"Um? You're sleeping... When will you wake up?"

"Wake up, wake up! Oh my god, he is so handsome..." Some girls opened their mouths when they looked at him, and finally they couldn't close their mouths, and their eyes were wide open. In front of beauty, men and women are actually the same.

His desk would be filled with love letters every day, and someone would bring him breakfast. Luke had never seen so many girls chasing after a boy, but she had seen many boys sending love letters to the same girl.

Alex wiped the water off his body, opened the closet and took out a pair of pajamas. Just when Luke thought he had put on his clothes, Alex suddenly cursed again: "fcuk."

"Who picked up my discarded socks and put them on the table?"

When Luke turned her head, she saw him pinching his nose and using a tissue to pinch the pairs of socks on his desk into the trash can with disgust. Moreover, Alex was only wearing pajamas, not pajamas. His two long legs had smooth muscles and a kind of vigorous explosive power.

Even though he put on his underwear, he still...

Luke turned his head away again. He was a man and he would see different sizes when going to the toilet, but... Alex was attractive to him.

Alex looked at him and suddenly understood something. He laughed: "Ben, what's wrong with you? Why don't you dare look at me? Do you feel inferior? It's okay. My nickname is Big Brother Ding. No one dares to use the toilet next to me when they pee at school."

Luke ignored him, stood up and walked to the sink on the balcony, filled a basin with hot water to wash her face.

Alex is very straight, he can be called a straight man. While putting on his pajamas, he casually said, "Ben, tell me, how many centimeters are you?"

Luke took off her glasses, squeezed some facial cleanser into her palm, lowered her head and began to rub her face, completely ignoring him.

Alex looked like he had never seen the world before: "Why are you still using facial cleanser? You are so obsessed with beauty. Can facial cleanser reduce swelling?"

Luke couldn't stand his nagging any more. She scooped up some water to wash her face. When she was able to open her eyes, she turned her head and glared at him: "That's enough, Alex."

He was nearsighted, and when he didn't wear glasses, Alex was blurry in front of him. He had big eyes, and maybe because he was staring at people, they suddenly had a bright look.

Alex counted and found that Luke had three or more eyelids. She had a pair of very beautiful eyes, very clear.

The bubbles on his face had not been washed off yet, and there was still some on his forehead, nose and chin. The swelling on his face had basically subsided, and he could vaguely see his normal appearance.

Alex thought that he had hurt his self-esteem by criticizing him for using facial cleanser. He felt that Luke must have a very strong self-esteem. This is usually the case with poor students. Their self-esteem will be particularly strong... But Alex had no intention of hurting anyone, so he added: "I said you used facial cleanser, you are so cute."

Luke's eyes widened a little more, and Alex couldn't help but smile. He pointed at his face and said, "Ben, your face is not clean."