When Ji Cიცen had first transferred back, he had acknowledged no one and could barely be bothered with anyone except Shen Yu. Later, for some unfathomable reason, he had gradually joined their little circle.
Shen Yu had always been lively and carefree. He welcomed his deskmate into their group with open arms and, keenly aware of his responsibilities as the "older brother," bustled around every day trying to smooth things over.
After all, in Shen Xiaoyu's eyes, everyone around him was "delicate and weak." If anyone bullied them, he would have to step in as their big brother.
Yao Maolin scratched his head, his eyes full of confusion. Shen Yu might be a little dim, but Ji Cიცen's double standards were even more obvious.
One moment, he was all coy innocence and frailty; the next, he was cold as ice. Without an optimist like Shen Yu beside him, everyone around him could have frozen into ice sculptures.
Shen Jin was just as puzzled. The boy kept a stern face as he carefully recalled the changes in Ji Cიცen lately. They were suspicious, but he had no solid evidence.
With their confusion and questions still unresolved, the six of them graduated without a hitch and entered the best local high school. The boys who had puzzled over this back then gradually shot up, losing their baby fat and growing tall and straight.
Shen Yu still loved cutting things close. Only after Shen Jin's third reminder did he dawdle his way through gulping down the milk in his glass.
"It's registration day. You can't be late." Shen Jin's features had grown more sharply defined, his brows and eyes increasingly resembling Shen Xubai's. His tone when lecturing Shen Yu, in particular, was practically a carbon copy of Shen Xubai's.
"We don't even have