My Lucky First Love Chapter 7

Facing Alex's teasing, Luke remained unmoved. She glanced at him coldly and said, "Do you have the ability to study harder?"

Alex laughed, the kind of laugh one would give to someone stupid: "What's there to compare between you and me in terms of education? We're both the same, little illiterates."

As he spoke, he picked up brightly colored strawberries of roughly uniform size from the bowl, placed them in a row on the table, and gestured, "Ben, this one is three times thicker than this one. Have you seen one?"

Luke took off his glasses and couldn't see clearly how big the strawberry in Alex's hand was, but he had no intention of arguing with Alex about such a stupid question.

Seeing that he was indifferent, Alex didn't feel bored. Instead, he became more curious and stared at his trousers, determined to expose him.

After soaking the strawberries for a while, Alex happily poured out the water, easily picked up a chair with one hand, placed it next to his table, and invited Luke to eat.

But Alex stopped eating after only two. He seemed not to like eating these. He pushed the glass bowl a little closer to Luke and said, "Eat more. Don't waste it."

Luke didn't wash many strawberries to begin with. He had planned to eat only two or three, but Alex ate too little, so he had to take care of the rest. Winter strawberries in this season are big, red, and very sweet.

His lips were stained red by the strawberry juice. Alex stared at his lips and thought that Ben had beautiful eyes and lips. He didn't know that Luke's lips were called diamond lips, he just thought they looked beautiful.

He thought that if Ben was a top student, then his good looks would be enough to make up for his height defect, and at least he would definitely have no shortage of girls who like him.

He thought Ben was short, but that was only compared to him. But compared to other boys in the school, he was also average.

But Ben is not only not a top student, he is also an uneducated elementary school student! After Alex became his deskmate, he often saw him playing with his mobile phone in class.

The window was half open, and a gust of wind blew in, penetrating into Luke's pajamas from all directions. He shivered like a dead leaf in the wind and rubbed his arms.

When Alex saw it, he said, "Are you cold? Why are you wearing so little?"

It is now November and the temperature in City D has begun to drop, but the school's central air conditioning is usually not turned on until after the beginning of winter.

Many schools are still using heating, but No. 6 Middle School has already used central air conditioning.

Luke shook her head: "I washed my pajamas, but they're not dry yet."

"Then you should put on a coat." Alex stared at his exposed collarbone. It was the first time he had seen a boy as white as Luke. There was a boy of this type in their class, but he was too feminine. However, Ben was not feminine. Although he was thin, he had a pale and thin gentle air about him, and looked like a model student.

To be honest, none of the top students in the class have the cold and arrogant temperament like Luke, and even the top student in the class is not as arrogant as him.

Seeing that he didn't move, Alex said, "Put on your coat. I'm going to take a shower."

He simply took off his clothes, including his pants, leaving only his underwear. His well-proportioned muscles were clearly defined, tightly attached to his body that had been exercising for years.

Alex walked past Luke with a swagger.

He walked to the balcony and accidentally touched Luke's clothes hanging on the balcony. Alex reached out to close the curtains and suddenly smelled a very comfortable soap scent, which was a bit moist in the rainy season. Alex looked up and saw Luke's school uniform, pajamas, underwear and socks hanging on the balcony.

He suddenly realized that the faint fragrance on Ben's body was the smell of laundry soap.

When Alex came out, he saw Luke sitting very upright with his back straight and his head slightly lowered, doing his homework. He was thin, wearing a slightly loose school uniform jacket and a black half-glove on his right hand.

Alex walked up to him with a look of excitement and asked, "What are you writing?"

That is a test paper.

Alex saw those formulas and thought they were homework. He was surprised and said, "Math homework? Are you crazy?"

"It's physics." Luke's hands never stopped. His phone was clamped on a selfie stick and pointed vertically at the table. He turned off the microphone, so no matter what he said, the people in the live broadcast room could not hear it.

Alex didn't notice his phone, didn't know he was doing a live broadcast of being a top student, and thought Luke was really crazy. He smiled and pressed his shoulder and said, "You write well and work hard. Maybe you can get 30 points in physics."

Luke glanced at him sideways, pursed her lips and smiled: "Thank you for your good wishes."

He was not wearing glasses. The warm light from the study lamp shone on his snow-white face, revealing soft features and crow-feather-like eyelashes. His pair of black eyes glanced at Alex.

Alex had a bath towel draped over his back. He was wiping himself off when he suddenly paused. Then he bent down and covered Luke's thin back from behind.

This almost hugging action was so sudden that Luke's ears moved slightly. When he was nervous, his ears would move in addition to being stiff.

Alex stretched out his hand directly. Luke didn't know what he was going to do, so he raised his hand and moved the phone a little away so that the live broadcast screen would stop on his desk.

Luke didn't expect that Alex would grab his wrist.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Alex suddenly noticed that there was a piece of black and red, rotten flesh on Luke's left wrist.

The color was new, but other scars of lighter color could still be vaguely seen. He felt that the round shape looked a bit like a cigarette but.t.

The scars that have faded in color are the result of cigarette burns that have healed.

Alex noticed it when he glanced at the cigarette box on Luke's desk - it might have been burned by cigarette B*tts.

Because Luke usually wears a watch, the wound is just covered by the watch.

"...burned with cigarettes?"

Luke said nothing.

"You burned yourself?" Alex's eyes changed a little when he looked at him, and his face darkened. "Luke, you are hurting yourself, are you fcuking sick?"

"No, I burned myself accidentally, don't worry about it." Luke wanted to pull her hand back from him, but Alex held it tightly and refused to let him go.

"Alex." He frowned and stared at him, "Let me go."

Alex also stared at him, but Luke was nearsighted, and his eyes were slightly absent-minded, showing clarity and purity. As they stared at each other, Alex let go first: "fcuk, you are really sick."

"You have no right to control me." He pulled down the sleeves of his school uniform, feeling irritated and anxious. He had a mild anxiety disorder, but no one knew he had this problem.

Alex snorted coldly: "You can make it up as much as you want, it's none of my business."

He climbed onto the bed, making such a loud noise that Luke's phone almost fell off the selfie stick.

Luke ignored him. He put on his watch, put his phone in place, and wrote in pencil on a piece of scratch paper: "Just now the dormitory manager came and found my roommate's fault."

After writing this sentence, he started to draft under the front camera without looking at the screen, listing his ideas for solving the problem.

Most of the people who watch Luke's videos are students. Some students said: "Watching the blogger's videos is very stress-relieving. I can do my homework while watching it, and I can actually finish it faster than usual."

Luke's hands are particularly white and beautiful, with long and slender fingers. His voice is soft and gentle. Sometimes he will hold a small class during his live broadcast and talk about some learning methods. Some people say that listening to his lectures is more effective than listening to the teacher's lectures.

The comments often say: "My little brother has a nice voice. I just want to sleep in class at school, but I can immediately perk up after listening to your lectures!"

Luke was doing her homework quietly because Alex kept moving around and making all kinds of noises, like a primary school student venting his dissatisfaction. Luke had no choice but to put on Bluetooth headphones and listen to "Friends" while doing her homework.

The dormitory manager took a look, confirmed that they were all real people, and then left.

Luke was worried and had an anxiety attack. He was distracted and didn't even bother to make a draft when doing his homework. He finished the paper very quickly.

This made everyone in the live broadcast room very confused. They got the answer in one go without any calculation.

Writing the test paper was a way for Luke to relieve stress. He then wrote on the paper: "The power is about to go out. That's all for today. Good night."

His handwriting is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye. Ding Zhaowen is a Chinese teacher and has a good hand in blackboard writing. Luke has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child and also has a good hand in fountain pen writing.

He was responsible for making the blackboard newspapers for his school, and he also won awards in calligraphy competitions.

After turning off the live broadcast and taking down the phone, Luke pinched his temples, stood up and looked up. Alex seemed to have finished his sulking and stopped making trouble. Luke took off his school uniform, hung it in the closet, opened the drawer and felt around. He took out a cigarette and a lighter and walked into the bathroom.

The bathroom in the No. 6 Middle School dormitory is small, with just a small squat toilet and a shower, and only two square meters in total.

However, the sink outside is very spacious, with a large mirror and two large sinks, which are basically filled with Luke's own toiletries.

Luke loves cleanliness. He basically uses this dormitory alone. The bathroom is cleaned every day and the trash is taken out every day, so it is very clean.

As soon as he entered the bathroom dormitory, the power went out and the lights went out. A shout came from somewhere and the dormitory building fell into complete darkness.

Luke closed the door in the dark, used a lighter to illuminate the room, and lit a cigarette.

Alex was lying on the bed searching on his phone: "What is the psychology behind self-harm?"

As a result, a lot of pictures popped up at once, all of which made people feel depressed and disgusted.

Alex felt that his young mind was shocked.

He patiently took a quick look and found that this was a manifestation of stress and paranoia, and the illnesses described by those people on the Internet seemed to be quite serious. It was shocking to see people cutting their arms one by one.

So Ben's condition is considered very mild.

Alex felt a little better.

He saw an expert answer that said: "If you find that you have a tendency to self-abuse, you must seek medical attention as soon as possible."

But Alex still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He couldn't tell what he felt. He was a little angry, but he didn't know why. This feeling of his came out of nowhere.

At this moment, he suddenly smelled smoke coming from the balcony.

"It stinks." Alex sat up from the bed.

He covered his nose, his face was extremely gloomy, and after sitting for several seconds, he suddenly turned over and jumped out of bed, cursing: "dmn, what a psychopath."

He strode over and turned the doorknob, but the toilet door was locked from the inside.

Alex couldn't open the door and started banging on it: "Come out."

Luke was very calm. He opened the door, holding a cigarette in his hand, and his expression was indifferent: "What's the matter?"

"It stinks." Alex held his breath and grabbed his hand.

Luke would definitely not smoke in school uniform, as he would not let any evidence be stained on his uniform. The weather was cold, and his wrists were ice-cold. Alex was afraid of pinching his wound, so he held his palm.

He saw the watch on Luke's wrist and felt relieved that he didn't get burned. But at the same time, he felt angry: "You are sick, really sick, Mr. Ding, you burned your flesh with the cigarette but.t, and it's fine if you don't put on a band-aid, but you actually wear a watch to cover it during the day, are you an idiot?"

"What an idiot." he said with certainty.

Alex has a physique that sweats easily. He has sweaty hands. His palms will sweat even if he does nothing. He held Ding Xue's moist and white hand while it was wet and hot.

Luke held the cigarette in his right hand, took another puff, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke onto Alex's face.

The whole school was out of power. After the curtains were drawn, there was only a thin moonlight in the dormitory. The orange light from the cigarette but.t dimly and faintly illuminated his face, which looked a little cold, but with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

Alex stared down at him, looked into his dark eyes, and cursed again: "You are sick."

"Alex." Luke looked at him. Actually, he couldn't see clearly because of his poor eyesight and the darkness. He could only see a very, very fuzzy handsome outline. Because he couldn't see clearly, he looked very seriously, trying to see him clearly.

Alex stared at him and said in a bad mood, "What are you calling me for?"

He thought that Luke, a half-blind person who would go blind without glasses, actually had such a pair of deep and beautiful black eyes, with stars in the bottom of his eyes.

Luke at night and Luke during the day are like two completely different people.

Wisps of tobacco sprayed from Luke's mouth onto his face.

Alex seemed to be strangled by the throat. He naturally thought that he was exposed to secondhand smoke, so his face was very ugly, and he cursed again: "It stinks, is that sh!t you smoked? Strangle it for me!"

"Alex," Luke called him again. He paused, felt the warmth and wetness of his palm, and said hoarsely in the darkness, "What's that sticky thing on your hand?"