"Task to try and do by chance: You have to tell Jeff something useful. To take the first step toward becoming friends, people should help each other out and show that they care about their classmates.
Ryan Dixon heard the monotone voice of the system in his head, and his first thought was to beat it up. Even though the system didn't tell him to lie, he would because that Jeff Gray guy is talking to microphone Emerson and trying to hitch a ride with her umbrella. No matter how you looked at it, a guy and a girl sharing an umbrella while walking in the rain was a romantic scene that did a great job of making each person feel good about the other. Ryan Dixon sneered. But could he let him do what he wanted?
Even though it was something he had planned to do in the beginning, when the system said those words, it made it look like he was doing what it said. This made Ryan Dixon a little annoyed, so of course his face wasn't very good. He pushes Jeff Gray away with force, making more space between him and the mic Emerson.
This sudden move of his microphone shocked Emersonslightly, but her face soon went back to its United States look, so she smiled and said, "Ryan Dixon."
microphone Emerson’s voice is extremely unique. Unlike most women, she has a naturally husky voice that is both attractive and easy to listen to. It's easy to remember and easy to figure out.
Ryan Dixon smiled back and said, "It's easy to get wet when two people share an umbrella. We don't mind getting wet, so you should go first."
Emerson looked at them for a moment and then said thank you in a soft voice. She was about to step out into the rain, umbrella in one hand, when she suddenly turned around, smiled, and said, "Your relationship is great."
After she was done, she walked away without giving them a chance to argue. Emerson did not say those words into a microphone for no reason. To keep the other side from getting too close to the microphone, Emerson, these two would often try to interrupt and sabotage each other. Eventually, they would be forced to move on, like today. Before a woman they were interested in, they didn't want to show her their bad side. Because of this, in Emerson's eyes, they became very close brothers with a very strong bond.
Ryan Dixon and Jeff Gray gave each other a chilly look. Huh, what's up with your relationship with him? Am I crazy?
Even though he cursed to himself, he had already said those words, so it was likely that they would share the umbrella. If microphone Emerson looks back and sees that they aren't walking together, it would definitely make a bad impression.
But two big men couldn't just fit under a small, low, collapsible umbrella. Raindrops quickly ran down the umbrella's curves and landed on their shoulders from the sides.
Jeff Gray's right shoulder was wet from the rain, so he grabbed the handle and pushed it toward himself. "My shoulder is all wet from the rain," he said. "You have a house on your side.
Ryan Dixon grabbed the handle tightly, not wanting to move or care about him. "Are you blind? What kind of house is that? The umbrella is just this big, and if you push it over to my side, I can both get wet."
Jeff Gray's face showed that he was upset. When all is said and done, the other person is the one who owns the umbrella. He could only move if he couldn't move the umbrella. He tried as hard as he could to get closer to the middle and pressed himself against Ryan Dixon to avoid getting wet from the umbrella.
Ryan Dixon was angry and said, "Don't come near me. It is difficult to walk."
Jeff Gray nodded and grinned, "Yeah, I feel the same way." Maybe I should go look at Emerson's microphone instead. There are many homes around her."
Just in front of them, walking slowly in the rain, was the tall, thin figure of microphone Emerson.
Ryan Dixon gritted his teeth and could only hold himself back as he cursed at the other person 800 times in his head.
When he didn't answer back, Jeff Gray thought he had the upper hand and was a little bit happy about it.
Rain was coming down hard outside the umbrella, but inside it was bright and sunny. Because the body temperatures were so close together, it even felt a little warm.
But the two men were not in a good mood, and their faces were dark.
Ryan Dixon sadly raised his chin and pointed in a very specific direction as Jeff Gray tried to avoid getting his clothes wet from the rain. "Just be happy with what you have," he said. check out the others. “
He was trying to go this way when he saw two boys playing in the rain. One of them controls an umbrella for all of them, so the other one always reaches out to grab it. prodding them with their arms, pulling at their clothes, and almost every other method were used. They dodged and chased each other around, and it looked like they were having a good time.
The other students who walked by couldn't help but laugh and point at what the two idiots were doing.
Jeff Gray made a face. "Why do they seem a little familiar..."
Ryan Dixon saw this and went to look more closely. He says in the end that it was definitely Chris Gordon. The other side was just another boy in their class.
Ryan Dixon and Jeff Gray were standing under an umbrella when they looked at each other and then quickly walked away.
Those two fools. fake that we don't understand.
As soon as they got to the cafeteria, they went their separate ways. As if they were afraid that other people would think they were in a real relationship, they chose the two stalls that were the farthest away from each other so they wouldn't run into each other. This meant that both of them didn't get to eat their favorite cooked fish.
As they looked at the bright red fish on other students' plates and smelled how good it smelled, their dislike for the food on their own plates grew. If that guy hadn't wasted his time here on that method, I wouldn't have missed the fish.
After a rather unpleasant dinner, the students went back to their dormitory to take a shower.
Ryan Dixon wouldn't go "appear" for Jeff Gray just so they could fight again over the umbrella, of course. He went back by himself and doesn't care if Jeff Gray gets wet in the rain on the way back.
Ryan Dixon quickly opened his wet umbrella as soon as he got into his dorm room and put it in the corner to dry. He stood still and walked forward. He was surprised to see the figure of a person appear in front of him. He couldn't move out of the way in time, so his face hit the figure. Unconsciously, he reached out to steady himself, only to find that his hands had made contact with firm but soft skin. future second, he heard a voice on top of his head that sounded like an elf and was rude.
"Dear classmate, you shouldn't be so perverted, even though you envy it."
Ryan Dixon went on a hunt and found himself looking into a pair of dark eyes he knew. Who else but Jeff Gray could have those cold eyes that make fun of people?
Right away, Ryan Dixon's head started to hurt. He had almost forgotten that when they split up the classes in the second year, they also switched up the dorm rooms, so that he and Jeff Gray now shared a room. So, tell me, what could this college have against him that's fair?!
Ryan Dixon's face turned dark, and he jerked his hands back quickly, as if he were shocked by electricity.
Jeff Gray got back to the dorm before him, and since they were all men, he didn't have to worry. The weather was hot, but he didn't let that stop him from putting on his college shirt again after his shower. He walked around showing off his six-pack and his higher ***.
Ryan Dixon, who had seen him earlier, bit him by accident.
Jeff Gray keeps saying, "If you like it, you'll be able to touch it a few more times if you want to."
Ryan Dixon laughed coldly and said, "Acting like you're the only person on earth who has it."
Jeff Gray purposely dragged out the words, "Oh, so to speak, you have it too?"
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Before he was done talking, he quickly reached out and pulled at the bottom of his shirt.
Ryan Dixon frowned, and as luck would have it, he was able to protect himself from him and stay out of his hands. He just looked at the other person with no feeling.
Jeff Gray's face hasn't shown any signs that he's sorry or embarrassed. He laughed softly and shrugged his shoulders: "Just kidding. I didn't really have to check it."
Once he said that, he quickly turned around and left. His words kept lingering in the air, and it seemed like they were making fun of Ryan Dixon.
Ryan Dixon gave Jeff Gray a cold look as he sat on his bed and used his phone. He then went straight to his closet to get dressed and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Jeff Gray was playing a game on his phone when it began to softly buzz. He also couldn't figure out why he was humming.
Jeff Gray thought Ryan Dixon was pretty smart after their first year of high school, so he tried to get along with him. But he didn't think the case would be so unhealthy and get worse every time they talked. Sometimes, Jeff Gray thought that their behavior was too childish and that he should try to do something to save their friendship, but Ryan Dixon's attitude toward him was always cold. When Jeff Gray saw that cold face, all of his plans to make him laugh turned into words that could make him angry. After this happened several times, even Jeff Gray wasn't scared enough to keep his hot face against his cold backside, so he decided to just let things be as they are.
This dorm room is shared by a total of four people. Chris Gordon and the surface-to-air missile Aden were also enemies who didn't get along with each other. The first person is a college slacker, and the second is a college high student who is always near the top of the class and also the class leader. Even though the class leader for this year hadn't been chosen yet, he was almost certain to get the job because he was a class leader in his first year and had a good reputation in class.
Chris Gordon has a very outgoing and active personality. As soon as he got back, the space became very loud. With a wet head of hair and his clothes in hand, he was ready to take a quick shower before his evening classes.
Outside, the rain wasn't light. Instead, it had started to fall more steadily and harder, turning into a thunderstorm. Some students who got home late got caught in this waterspout and now have to run back and forth through it.
Chris Gordon saw this and laughed without shame, saying, "Those fools are so sad."
The other three people in the room just thought to themselves, "To even have the nerve to make fun of others." You were the one acting like an Associate in Nursing fool before.
Chris Gordon had lost all memory of what he had done in the rain before, as if he had amnesia. Instead, he was very sad and said, "With such heavy rain, I don't have to go anywhere for an evening class after I take a shower."
surface-to-air missile city who was sitting on the edge of his bed during the week, looked at his phone, and said, "Don't go to an evening class. The teacher just said that it wasn't right, so it's raining too hard and dangerously. The same thing is true for the teaching building."
As he was saying this, he sent the lecturer's words to the category chat cluster. Chris Gordon suddenly cheered and ran over to surface-to-air missile city to give him a thirsty hug. "Oh, class leader, I love you to death!" he said. ”
the surface-to-air missile, Aden couldn't do anything. He smoothed out his clothes, which were all messed up, and opened his mouth to say something.
The dorm room went dark all of a sudden.
"......Fuck, is the power out?
”
"I suppose so."
After two seconds of silence, Chris Gordon turned on the torch function on his phone and said, "I'll go take a shower first. Let's tell ghost stories when I'm out of the room. The environment is just right, wuuwoo"
As he ran excitedly from the balcony to the bathroom, he pulled those sounds out on purpose and took the background sounds from scary movies. On his way there, he almost fell but was able to keep himself up by holding on to a wall. He talked about how quick his reflexes were, but he kept making mistakes.
The author wants to say one thing:
Two young men pushing and shoving each other while sharing an Associate in Nursing umbrella.
Cross-dressing college idol looked back and smiled, "Oh my, these two people are very interesting."
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Tonight, as usual, was full of a lot more fun than usual. Boys who didn't have to go to the evening class were excited and cheering loudly in the dark, almost like werewolves howling all the time when the moon is full. Outside, the wind was very strong, and lightning and thunder were going off. In this kind of situation, it makes sense to tell ghost stories. The four men went to bed and took turns telling each other stories. They purposely lowered their voices so that they could barely be heard in the dark, which caused even more worry and tension. When they heard this, it was only natural for their heads to feel numb. The stories were old-fashioned and not scary at all. The most important thing, though, was the atmosphere that the people themselves made. At this time, a sudden noise might just surprise the people who were there. Chris Gordon liked to tell his stories with very few tricks. As he talked, he felt compelled to use the light from his phone to shine on the lowest faces,
For the complete night, Jeff grey couldn’t sleep well. He perpetually thought back to Ryan Dixon’s strange behaviour of covering him with a blanket. Was he upset regarding him? Concerned? Did he wish to be friends again?however very quickly, these guesses of his were dismissed. once all, Ryan Dixon continued to act extraordinarily unconcerned about him and each time they met his expression would be stuffed with emotion and disgust.With these nonsensical thoughts sloshing around in his mind, by the time he got a touch sleepy, it had been already morning. once about a half associate hour, the morning bell rang. because the others got up, Jeff grey turned over, buried his head into his blankets and continued to sleep.The result of not sleeping well for an evening was a blue-green patch beneath his eyes. With a dark expression, he walked into the classroom.At the doorway, he encountered John Taylor who had simply come from filling his water bottle. He jokingly asked: “Brother Tom, wha
As soon as such insulting and offensive comments were uttered, the atmosphere around me abruptly froze, and the area where I immediately became very quiet. The remaining group of academics watched what was going on, terrified that a major conflict was about to break out. Jeff grey blinked his chilly eyes, placed one hand on the edge of the table, and leaned closer to the table while looking down at Ryan Dixon from above, saying, "Your box is blocking the path, is it not? ” When he stared at you with those intense, black eyes of his, it was impossible not to be intimidated. Ryan Dixon unconsciously leaned backwards and needed to take care of his distance from him. However, even as he began to move, he finished that it would make it look to build it seem to he was scared of him, so he stayed still and did not withdraw. Instead, he stiffened his neck and leant closer to him than he had been before. The two people exchanged hostile looks and made it clear that they had no intention of
John Taylor came once more to the room with a bottle of milk tea and leisurely walked once more to his desk. Once he weekday down, he detected Jeff Greg sitting next to him spinning a pen in his arms in the course of a daze. It absolutely modified into a totally uncommon sight.John Taylor took a sip of his milk tea and defeated his lips: “Brother Tom what’s wrong? You’re searching as even though you're staring at your lover. Don’t tell me this pen absolutely converted proper right into a one and most effective splendour and snatched your soul away?”Jeff Greg left out the jesting terms of his and inclined his head whilst little spherical with the pen. He abruptly said: “Ryan Dixon absolutely Lend me this pen. Ryan Dixon.”He modified it into even particularly perennial and pressured that person’s name. His dark eyes were entire of incomprehension.Hearing those terms, John Taylor couldn’t facilitate however show a definitely greatly surprised expression. He explored that person sitti
Jeff Greg checked out him and plastered on his expert smile: “It’s due to the fact Mike Emerson greeted me. Those workbooks on your fingers aren’t our elegance, right? What’s with you nowadays going round anywhere supporting humans bring things? Earlier you even helped Emily Blake distribute books. Our Ryan Dixon honestly likes to assist others~”Mike Emerson blinked as she watched the 2 of them confront every different with their eyes blazing with fire. She clearly didn’t leave out Ryan Dixon’s act of going up some steps to be taller than the opposite man or woman and couldn’t assist however suppose that those are immature and cute. She observed the match and additionally walked up 3 steps even as cheerily adding, “Ryan Dixon's classmate honestly is simply too kind. Those books in his fingers are for my elegance. He noticed me wearing them and got here to assist out.”Jeff Greg glanced at the elegance variety written in the books and noticed that it honestly turned into Mike Emerson’
Ryan Dixon was pushed down by Chris Gordon and was once more forced into Jeff Greg’s arms. Despite desirous to revisit up, each of his legs couldn’t move and when troubled for a protracted time he even crashed into him another 2 times. The pain created him curse internally at Jeff Greg, is your body made out of metal? Why is it this hard?Naturally, the soft nose animal tissue is incomparable to the durable shoulder bones and Ryan Dixon was in a {very} very harmful position. His nose had become red from the impact and there have been even tiny hints of teary-eyed residue at the corners of his eyes from the pain.Seeing this, Jeff Greg helped him get on my feet and aforesaid with a smirk: “Chris Gordon that’s enough. are you able to see that you’ve even created Ryan Dixon's cry?”Those words could have given the look of he was making an attempt to assist Ryan Dixon out of this plight however it absolutely was clearly said while not a trace of fine intentions. His eyes were crammed with
Unfortunately, the worst student in English in this group happened to be Chris Gordon who was fifth in line. At this moment he is very busy calculating which question would be his and quickly turning around to other classmates asking them what they wrote and why they chose it.After finally obtaining the answer, the third student wasn’t able to provide an adequate answer and the teacher said: “Next student, answer the same question.”Chris Gordon: “………..”Once again he searched around frantically for the answer to the fourth question.Once it was his turn, the teacher looked over and smiled: “Dear, after working so hard did you manage to get the correct answer?”Chris Gordon stood up bitterly. He couldn’t straighten his back and with eyes filled with sadness he looked up at the podium while internally cursing out the teacher – A devil. Such a devil.“Teacher, I don’t know….” He mixed his English with some other foreign accents aside from English.The English teacher: “Please speak goo
Ryan Dixon made a valiant effort to appear disinterested as Sam Aden published the seating chart, but despite his best efforts, his gaze could not be prevented from moving inexorably toward the chart. It started to worry him that something else might have gone improper, which might have resulted in him being unable to complete the mission. The punishment that was given this time turned out to be excessively severe, and the mission turned out to be nothing greater than a reminder of the fact that Ryan Dixon would be his table buddy; therefore, Ryan Dixon should simply decide to ignore him when they are sitting together. Ryan Dixon was finally able to let out a muffled sigh of relief and slightly relax his tense face after seeing the two names together for the first time. Chris Gordon casually returned to the study room at the same time that the other students were searching for their own names. He observed the bustle going on inside the study room via the window. He leaned on the sill
When the last class was over on Friday, the students were excited to get their bags ready and leave the school.At this time, only first- and second-year students can go home. The third years were busy getting ready for their college entrance exam and still had classes on the weekends. Every month, they only get two days off.Some of the students couldn't help but say, "It will be our turn next year. So unfortunate."People in your class would ask, "What are you afraid of? You could just blend in with the first and second years and slip out. You can take a break every day if you're brave enough.Then they would laugh and keep going downstairs.Most of the students at this high school lived in the same city, so they didn't have to travel too far to get there. They would choose to ride their bikes back, which is both a practical and stylish way to get around. Good friends would form a team and ride down the road with their uniforms flapping in the wind. They would laugh and talk with th
No one knew that Jeff Gray's mind was going through some changes that would shake the world.He had been trying for a few days to figure out what Ryan Dixon's strange actions meant and if they had a deeper meaning. He couldn't believe that Ryan Dixon would do those things out of the blue, and he was sure that he had a reason. At first, when he helped him cover himself with a blanket, he was surprised and couldn't stop thinking that he was trying to hurt him. After that, he felt that his actions showed a soft concern, which made him even more confused.But Jeff Gray is a very strong-willed person. He wouldn't be able to let something go if he couldn't figure it out. He wanted to know more and more the more he thought about it. In the meantime, he had been acting like he wasn't interested while watching Ryan Dixon behind his back.Ryan Dixon would sometimes feel his eyes on him and couldn't help but feel numb on his head. He turned his head around to check, and when their eyes met, Jeff
As soon as the bell that indicated the end of class rang, all of the students hurriedly made their way to the cafeteria to have their lunch.Math was the last class of the day, and it had already gone on for five minutes past its scheduled end time. In a normal situation, even a half minute would make a tremendous impact, so despite the fact that five minutes seems like a very tiny amount of time, it was actually quite a lethal blow to them. They arrived at the cafeteria far after their optimal window of opportunity had passed, and as a result, they were compelled to participate in the mayhem that occurs during the peak hour.There were throngs of people in the cafeteria at the same time. Jeff Gray and John Taylor got their lunch, but when they tried to find a place to sit down while they were carrying their plates, there were none available.Chris Gordon, who was sitting to one side and waving warmly at them while they looked about, said, "Brother Tom, John Taylor, over here."It so
Chris Gordon has just committed an extremely foolish act.He exhaled heavily as he sighed and leaned against the railing of the corridor outside the classroom during the break between classes.It occurred while they were engaging in a period of independent study just a moment ago.Chris Gordon chose to take a seat next to a window so that he could enjoy playing on his phone, but the reflections from the sun made it difficult for him to see the screen clearly, and they were so bright that they almost caused him to become blind.As a result, he arrived at a brilliant conclusion.He took a notebook from his pocket at random and tore a blank page from the back of the book. He had borrowed some tape from a classmate with the intention of sticking it onto the window in order to shield himself from the sun; however, he soon realized that a single sheet would not be sufficient. He proceeded to rip off two more pieces and arrange them next to each other. He took out a pen on a whim and sketche
Ryan Dixon's annoyance led to his developing a negative disposition toward John Taylor. In addition to the rage he felt for Sam Aden, he also harboured resentment toward another person or thing. That goddamned system was the source of his annoyance. It would periodically hand him assignments that he had no choice but to finish when they were presented to him. It was as if it were one of those unique family masters that he had no choice but to obey silently and without question. Hearing things like you ought to get along with this person, treat that person well, or learn more from him, he couldn't help but feel disgusted by what he heard.In the past, there was another occurrence that was very similar to this one. Ryan Dixon appeared to be compliant and understanding by nodding his head and stating that he understood, but in reality, he did not carry out a single one of the tasks that were demanded of him. However, for the moment, this "parent" of his is not actually human, and he is u
While John Taylor continued his conversation, Jeff Gray idly propped his chin on his fingers and gazed nonchalantly at the person sitting across from him at the table. It is highly recommended that he look at his profile. He had well-maintained facial features, a lowered head position, and a look of intense concentration on his face as he worked on his assignments. A few stray strands of hair dropped before his brow, and his lower back changed from being instantly straight to having a slight bend to it. While he was thinking, he would occasionally find himself unconsciously turning the top of his pen. As soon as Jeff Gray saw the seating arrangement, he became dumbfounded and experienced a slight pushback from within. It is reasonable for him to consider that he is getting into a conflict with Ryan Dixon almost on a daily basis and that there is no longer the possibility of there being even one day in which affairs can be tranquil. He was obviously aware that it was becoming imma
Ryan Dixon made a valiant effort to appear disinterested as Sam Aden published the seating chart, but despite his best efforts, his gaze could not be prevented from moving inexorably toward the chart. It started to worry him that something else might have gone improper, which might have resulted in him being unable to complete the mission. The punishment that was given this time turned out to be excessively severe, and the mission turned out to be nothing greater than a reminder of the fact that Ryan Dixon would be his table buddy; therefore, Ryan Dixon should simply decide to ignore him when they are sitting together. Ryan Dixon was finally able to let out a muffled sigh of relief and slightly relax his tense face after seeing the two names together for the first time. Chris Gordon casually returned to the study room at the same time that the other students were searching for their own names. He observed the bustle going on inside the study room via the window. He leaned on the sill
Unfortunately, the worst student in English in this group happened to be Chris Gordon who was fifth in line. At this moment he is very busy calculating which question would be his and quickly turning around to other classmates asking them what they wrote and why they chose it.After finally obtaining the answer, the third student wasn’t able to provide an adequate answer and the teacher said: “Next student, answer the same question.”Chris Gordon: “………..”Once again he searched around frantically for the answer to the fourth question.Once it was his turn, the teacher looked over and smiled: “Dear, after working so hard did you manage to get the correct answer?”Chris Gordon stood up bitterly. He couldn’t straighten his back and with eyes filled with sadness he looked up at the podium while internally cursing out the teacher – A devil. Such a devil.“Teacher, I don’t know….” He mixed his English with some other foreign accents aside from English.The English teacher: “Please speak goo
Ryan Dixon was pushed down by Chris Gordon and was once more forced into Jeff Greg’s arms. Despite desirous to revisit up, each of his legs couldn’t move and when troubled for a protracted time he even crashed into him another 2 times. The pain created him curse internally at Jeff Greg, is your body made out of metal? Why is it this hard?Naturally, the soft nose animal tissue is incomparable to the durable shoulder bones and Ryan Dixon was in a {very} very harmful position. His nose had become red from the impact and there have been even tiny hints of teary-eyed residue at the corners of his eyes from the pain.Seeing this, Jeff Greg helped him get on my feet and aforesaid with a smirk: “Chris Gordon that’s enough. are you able to see that you’ve even created Ryan Dixon's cry?”Those words could have given the look of he was making an attempt to assist Ryan Dixon out of this plight however it absolutely was clearly said while not a trace of fine intentions. His eyes were crammed with