My Lucky First Love Chapter 10

"Do you still dare? Huh? Do you still dare?" Alex held him down. At first, he wanted to punish him and disgust him, but Luke didn't move, so he stopped. Then, Alex could feel Ben's breath very clearly, spraying hot air on his skin.

Alex suddenly felt extremely itchy, and in an instant an electric current ran through his brain.

He was stunned for a while, and Luke reacted first, and got out of his clothes with a red face: "Alex, you..."

Luke's skin was very white, a cool white. Alex had never seen him blush before. He felt a little strange, and then he laughed, raising his eyebrows: "Ben? Why are you blushing?"

The smell was still lingering at the tip of Luke's nose, mixed with the cold air after the winter solstice, rushing into his nasal cavity in strands.

The maple leaves of the school fell and the school bell rang. Their school bell was Kelly King's saxophone, soothing and gentle.

Alex heard Luke say something, but he couldn't hear it clearly. He leaned forward slightly and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said---" Luke seemed to be able to feel the burning temperature spreading to his limbs and bones. His hands were shaking. He said, "You smell like s3x."

...

It was the first time that Alex heard Luke say such uncivilized words, and it even sounded a bit like a hooligan. Alex was stunned for several seconds: "You are the coquettish one, you..." You are fcuking breathing on my chest!

"how do I?"

"...Nothing." Alex even forgot to ask him for his school uniform. "I'm going home. Bye."

Luke carried his school uniform back to the dormitory and placed it on his desk. After a while, he hung the blue and white school uniform in a high place where there was plenty of sunlight.

He had to hold that school uniform for a whole class, and it still had the scent of Alex on it, but it wasn't the smell of sweat.

Luke sighed softly.

There were two consecutive English classes in the afternoon, and the English teacher also took up one of the self-study classes. Before class started, the class representative distributed a set of mock papers.

Although they are only in the second year of high school, their class is progressing very fast. In addition, since the subject is English, they are working on real college entrance examination papers.

The English teacher said: "It's the same as other exams. No whispering, no cellphone use, take the books off the table, do the questions quietly, and hand them in after school in the afternoon."

Because he had an exam, Alex simply disappeared. The English teacher stared at the only empty seat in the classroom and shook his head.

Alex didn't have classes at night, and all the teachers knew that he was taking TOEFL classes.

But with Alex's level of English, there's no point in taking the TOEFL.

Luke finished the test very quickly, and he had done the test papers that the teacher gave him before, and he had bought this set of real college entrance examination papers.

The English teacher gave him three classes, but he finished it before the end of the second class. He checked the answers and started doing other things.

The phone buzzed.

Luke ignored it and hummed a few more times.

He realized that it might not be a text message from the mobile company, so he took it out and took a look.

Sure enough, it was news from Alex.

"Ben, I forgot to give you my meal card."

"But I'm out of school."

"I'll give it to you in the evening. Wait for my call. I'll call you."

Luke looked at his message and wanted to tell him that it was just a bun and he had money in his meal card, but... he typed a few words, deleted them, and finally sent a message: "Why do you have to eat buns tomorrow?"

"I just want to eat, do you have any objection?"

His childish tone made Luke at a loss as to how to respond. With his phone screen on, he lowered his head and thought for a while. He felt that Alex might not want to eat the buns, but the buns he bought.

"Okay, I'll wait for your call." he replied.

Everyone was working on their homework quietly, but Luke was obviously playing with his phone. Student council member Chen Zhibang went to the back to get some water and suddenly saw a light on his desk.

He walked past Luke without any reaction.

Chen Zhibang looked at him with disdain, then walked up to the podium, bent over and said to the English teacher: "Miss Di, it seems someone is cheating."

The English teacher who was working on a PPT course looked up and asked, "Who?"

Chen Zhibang said: "Alex's deskmate, Luke, I saw him using his cell phone..."

The English teacher looked over and found something wrong. She frowned and walked down from the podium.

Noticing the teacher coming down, Luke locked her phone and gently covered it with the test paper.

The English teacher walked up to him, then stopped and knocked on his desk. Luke did not respond, he held the pen in silence.

"Did you use your cell phone?" she asked in a serious voice.

Luke knew that she must have seen it, and he also knew that it was useless to lie. He remained calm, hummed softly, and said that it had worked.

Although Miss Di and Luke spoke very softly, their movements attracted the attention of the whole class in the classroom where it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"what happened?"

"I don't know...it seems like...he cheated with his phone?"

"It seems to be true? Miss Di took Luke's cell phone..." It's not like they haven't caught students cheating in their school, but in classes like Class Four, the top students don't bother to cheat. They study hard and steadily, so when something like this happens, their opinions of this strange transfer student immediately change.

Luke turned off her phone and handed it in, then handed in the test paper, explaining word by word: "I have finished the test paper. I did not use my phone to check the answers, and I did not cheat. I just took out my phone to play because I finished the test paper."

"It's only been a little over an hour." The English teacher was skeptical of his words. Not only did he cheat, but he also lied. She hated this kind of student very much. She raised her voice and asked: "You said you finished it? You wrote it yourself?"

Luke nodded calmly, looked into her eyes without fear, and said in a clear voice, "I didn't cheat."

"I've taken the phone." She took Luke's test paper away, "Come back to me for the phone at the end of the term." After saying that, she turned around and walked back to the podium. Then, she walked down the podium with another test paper and slapped it on Luke's desk, looking stern: "One hour, write it for me."

Luke lowered his head and smiled. He uncapped the pen and wrote his name on the test paper. His running script was so standard that it looked like it was printed from a copybook.

The classmates in the class whispered: "What's wrong? Did Miss Di give him a new test paper that is different from ours?"

"Did he really cheat?"

"I thought he was a top student. Whenever the teacher asked him to answer a question in class, he could answer it."

"He said he had finished the test and said he hadn't cheated. How is that possible? I had only just finished the cloze test."

The student council member said: "Deception cannot last long. Just wait, he will be exposed."

"So his academic excellence is just an act?"

Classmates all despise cheaters.

Luke was in no mood to eavesdrop on other people's comments on him. Coincidentally, he had done this test paper before, and he wrote as if he was inspired by God.

At the podium, the English teacher glanced at Luke every once in a while and saw that he was writing all the time and had no other movements.

She lowered her head to check Luke's test paper and found that the accuracy rate was ridiculously high.

There are many students who can get full marks in English, and it’s not that she doesn’t trust students, but playing with mobile phones during the exam is considered cheating, regardless of whether or not they search for questions.

She didn't know much about Luke's background. This student was sometimes serious in class and sometimes absent-minded. Moreover, all the teachers had seen how he looked when he first transferred to the school. His face was bruised and swollen, and he didn't look like a good student.

After a while, she walked down from the podium and looked around. When she walked behind Luke, she deliberately stood there for two minutes.

This stop was extraordinary.

Luke was doing a cloze test. His reading speed was surprisingly fast. He chose the correct words very quickly without any hesitation and wrote down with great confidence.

The English teacher couldn't help feeling surprised, thinking that maybe Luke really didn't check the answers, but just finished the questions too quickly and started playing after finishing them.

She walked around Luke silently. Soon, the get out of class was over. She stood up and said, "Students who haven't finished writing, please stop writing and hand in your papers."

After Luke finished writing the last word of the composition, she drew an S elegantly on the notebook that was holding the test paper.

He handed in the test paper, and the English teacher glanced over it and then stopped him: "Luke, the teacher has wronged you, but the phone cannot be returned to you. After the final exam, come and ask me for it, and I will keep it for you."

"Thank you, Miss Di. It was my fault for playing with my phone during the exam." Luke took the initiative to admit her mistake so that the English teacher would not be embarrassed.

I don’t know what the teacher and the student said, but in the eyes of other students, it was not a good thing.

Chen Zhibang complained loudly in class: "It's okay if you don't study well. If you don't know how to do it, don't write it. What's the point of cheating and not admitting it? You dare to do it but not to take responsibility..."

Luke walked past him.

Now he is facing another problem. His mobile phone has been confiscated. He usually uses the APP to practice questions, but now he is afraid that it will not work, and his live broadcast has to be temporarily interrupted.

Today Alex said that he would call him in the evening and send him a meal card.

Given Alex’s temper, if he couldn’t get through on the phone, he would be irritated with him the next day.

After evening self-study at nine o'clock, Luke packed her schoolbag and left the school carrying it.

The small shop opposite the school is very busy at this time. The yellow shops are lined up in an orderly manner, and many students who go to school after classes eat supper in them.

Luke followed the crowd out of the school gate and turned right.

On the right is a community that looks very nice. From the outside, it seems that there are villas in the community. Villas are built near schools. Generally, no one will buy them except parents of students because the school is too noisy.

Luke went straight to the security room at the entrance of the community and asked, "Uncle, I want to deliver something to my classmate, but I forgot to bring my cell phone."

He was wearing the school uniform of No. 6 Middle School and glasses. He looked very gentle and seemed like a good student.

"My classmate rides a motorcycle, which should be royal blue. Has he returned home?"

As soon as he mentioned the motorcycle, the security guard had an impression: "Oh, you mean him. He comes home very late every day, but I don't know whether he came back today. My little classmate, do you remember his house number? Why don't you go knock on the door and ask?"

Luke didn't know the house number, so he went to the office and looked at the registration form. He found that Alex's address was not in the next door community at all.

In fact, if he asked, it would not be difficult to get Alex's phone number, but he did not ask anyone.

Luke nodded and said to the security guard, "Then I'll wait for him here for a while. Thank you."

He stood in the bleak night wind, his thin school uniform blown up by the wind, making him look very frail.

After the Frost Descent, the weather began to slowly turn cooler, and after the Winter Solstice, the temperature began to drop rapidly. Luke usually stayed in the classroom, and he didn't expect it to be so cold outside. He involuntarily zipped up his school uniform and stamped his feet.

Seeing him freezing like this, the security guard couldn't bear it and said, "Little classmate, do you want to wait inside? It's warmer inside. It's too cold outside."

Luke said no, he walked to a big tree nearby. Standing there, he could see the school gate and the community gate at the same time.

He stood there waiting, his hands became frozen, and slowly his feet became too cold to move, and his whole body was cold.

Fortunately, Alex came back before 11pm. Luke could hear the pleasant sound of the motorcycle engine from afar. Alex was riding the motorcycle while talking on the phone, swearing: "Turn off the phone."

"Did you hang up on me?"

"Did he block me?"

"I don't even answer WeChat or phone calls..."

Alex's motorcycle stopped at the school gate, the lights on the motorcycle were shining brightly. He propped his long legs on the ground, took off his helmet and tried to make a phone call again. Seeing that the campus was dark, Alex gave up and muttered, "Just wait for your dad. If I don't deal with you tomorrow, I'll take your last name!" As soon as he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the person standing under the tree outside the community.

He looked closely and saw that the boy with dazzling white skin, wearing a loose school uniform and looking extremely thin, could be no other than Luke.

Alex put on his helmet again. He hid in the warm and stuffy motorcycle helmet and said silently: "Just pretend I didn't say what I just said. I won't take his last name!"

Luke was leaning against a tree, his hands in his school uniform pockets, his chin half covered by the wide uniform collar, and his face had lost its color.

When Alex slowly rode his bike and stopped in front of him, Luke called him: "Alex."

Alex took off his helmet, revealing his messy black hair, and said in a nonchalant voice: "It's okay if you don't answer my call."

"My phone was confiscated," Luke looked at him quietly, shivering a little, "In the afternoon, when you sent me a message, she saw it."

Alex was silent at first, and then a little bit unbelievable. He stared at Luke and noticed some tiny details - Luke seemed to be frozen.

"...How long have you been waiting here?" His Vyrus made a very low wheeze when it was not moving. People who know motorcycles love this sound that symbolizes money.

Luke replied: "Not long after class. I came out."

"Why don't you borrow a cell phone to call me? You can ignore me if you don't have a cell phone. Anyway, I can't get through to you, so I'm going home."

"I forgot. I was afraid you couldn't get through, so I came out to wait for you." Luke hugged his arms and shivered involuntarily because of the cold. "If I can't wait for you, I'll go back."

It was the first time that Alex met someone with Luke's personality. High school students were simple and easy to see through, but his deskmate was not like that. He gave Alex a complicated feeling.

And he was very trustworthy even in little things like this.

Seeing how cold he was, with his nose red from the cold, Alex felt inexplicably guilty: "Why don't you go sit in the community security room?"

The wind blew down a leaf, and even his eyelashes seemed to be frozen. He blinked suddenly and looked up at Alex, as if the ice and snow had melted. Luke said: "...I forgot."

"...Students are just students with low IQ!" Alex turned off the car and raised his chin uninhibitedly: "Come on, I'll treat you to shabu-shabu mutton."