Because of this little episode, neither of the two boys played with the new computer in the end.

The innocent Meng Yuning was driven out of He Zhengyue's house by Lian Zuo because of his gender.

"Forget it, I have a computer at home anyway," Zhong Zihan said deflatedly, "I'll go home to play with my own."

He put on Meng Yuning's shoulder again and said, "Let me go to the house to play."

The two boys went upstairs one by one, and Zhong Zihan obviously hadn't recovered from the scene just now, and even went up the stairs to mutter about this.

"I didn't mean it," Zhong Zihan muttered vaguely, "and I didn't see anything."

Meng Yuning pursed her lips: "Stop talking."

"Really," Zhong Zihan thought he didn't believe it, and said seriously, "When I went in, she was wearing underwear, and I saw her waist."

Meng Yuning didn't even want to listen, and just said, "If you are heard, you will be done."

"...She is not here again," Zhong Zihan curled his lips, and the boy said disdainfully, "I'm not interested in her figure, okay."

Meng Yuning said lightly: "Then stop, stop talking."

"Why don't you let me say it?" Zhong Zihan felt that Meng Yuning was a little strange in resisting this topic, "Are you embarrassed?"

Meng Yuning frowned.

"Aren't you? Didn't you get the highest score in the whole grade when you were taking the exam? Don't you know the second sex of men and women?" Zhong Zihan hurriedly came to him and explored his tone, "There are many girls in your class who have better development, and they are very big in the second year of junior high school."

"..." Meng Yuning asked him in an incredible tone, "How do you understand so much in our class?"

Zhong Zihan: "Listen to what the boys in your class said."

Meng Yuning knew that the boys would sometimes discuss girls in the class, but he didn't expect that the topic was actually this.

"I didn't pay attention."

Meng Yuning's tone was cold.

"You're so bored," Zhong Zihan shook his head, "Then do you know that there are girls in your class who have a crush on you?"

Meng Yuning did not deny this time.

Zhong Zihan opened his eyes wide: "You know my god?"

"I know," Meng Yuning said, "She told me during the graduation party."

"Confession?"

"almost."

"Then did you agree?"

"without."

"Why don't you agree? Anyway, even if you fall in love early, you won't delay studying. Try it." Zhong Zihan urged.

Meng Yuning was speechless: "What did she promise if she didn't like?"

"Who do you like?"

"No." Meng Yuning replied.

"Not one? A few of your class are good-looking?"

"So what?" Meng Yuning gradually became a little impatient and asked him, "Do you like it?"

"No, but there are girls who like me," Zhong Zihan shrugged indifferently, "but I didn't agree to her."

Meng Yuning silently curled the corners of his lips and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Don't you want to fall in love early?"

"I think so, but if my parents find out that I have a premature relationship..." Zhong Zihan shook his head in fear, "I will definitely be beaten to death, so let it go. Anyway, I don't like that girl."

The two of them said something in a relationship.

When he got home, Zhong Zihan took Meng Yuning to the study room, closed the door, turned on the computer, and mysteriously found a folder hidden from the F disk that had been hidden for several layers.

"See?" Zhong Zihan asked.

"What?"

"Movie," Zhong Zihan scratched his face awkwardly, "That's it."

Meng Yuning frowned and pondered for a few seconds.

After understanding what he was talking about, a ridiculous look flashed through his eyes: "Did you keep it in your computer?"

Zhong Zihan said shyly and proudly: "I have set up several layers of hidden files. My mother only plays Kingsoft typing, and my dad goes online to read news stocks. They can't even open a hard drive."

A teenager is confused about such things and cannot say that he cannot understand them, but he doesn't understand much.

Their initial cognition came from biology books. After a few biology classes, they were gradually attracted by the physiological descriptions of a few quick sentences in biology books.

I can't tell it in the biology book, nor can I tell it.

But such unspeakable things are naturally attractive to children during their growth. They learn everything quickly at this age. Without adult guidance, they will learn to explore on their own.

In the third year of junior high school, the differences between boys and girls became more and more obvious, so gradually they began to have different imaginations about the opposite sex.

Sometimes the classmates would secretly read pocket books under the desk. Meng Yuning would occasionally be stuffed with a few books by his friends. The woman on the cover was exposed and her expression was charming. The content inside was densely covered, saying that it was either the divorced female boss seducing a fledgling male subordinate, or the male owner and the young nanny at home had an affair with the hostess on her back.

He hurriedly glanced at him, reading it without any intention, but he couldn't resist the great potential of such a book.

Immediately afterwards, I opened my eyes and closed my eyes and were filled with those hot lines of words that really made the boy feel very excited.

The first time a student who was waiting for Guaiyou was distracted in class was because of this kind of thing.

This is a shame that no one can mention, so Meng Yuning didn't say it. When he met his peers discussing this, he just avoided it.

At this time, even the favorite anime you usually have lacked attraction. The comic books and favorite figure models collected by Zhong Zihanshu are not as attractive as the real person in front of you at this moment.

Their senses are jumping out of the innocent colors of childhood and officially entering the stage between children and adults.

Time passes minute by minute.

After reading it, the two boys couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. Zhong Zihan bit his lip and said, "Don't tell others."

"……Um."

Meng Yuning agreed softly.

After seeing Meng Yuning off, Zhong Zihan was the only one left in the family.

He sat in the room, staring at the comic books on the table in a daze.

The sudden appearance of this abnormal thing in his mind today was that he hadn't encountered his sister changing clothes at first, he wouldn't have suddenly remembered watching such a movie. When Zhong Zihan thought of this, he shrank his shoulders in fear.

"My God," he remembered the scene when he was a child wearing open crotch pants and playing with He Zhengyue in mud, "It's so scary."

Meng Yuning, who was going downstairs to go home at this time, felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he thought about it. He began to annoy why he did not refuse Zhong Zihan's invitation and unconsciously watched such a movie, wasting this hour in vain.

Finally, I walked to the door of my house and looked a little absent-minded when I took out the key to open the door.

"Brother Ningning!"

Shocked by his crisp voice, Meng Yuning turned around.

Xue Zhu said angrily: "Today's cartoon has begun, come to my house."

She went up to hold his hand, and when she approached, she suddenly exclaimed: "Brother, why are your pants bulging?"

Meng Yuning quickly squatted down to cover it, and the boy's embarrassed expression had nowhere to hide, especially the little girl in front of him was looking at him with big eyes, and she was so sluggish, and she wouldn't know what dirty things were thinking about in his mind.

He slowly lowered his head, from the snow-white ears to the neck, the blush spread all over the whole area, and he bit his lower lip helplessly and sighed.

Xuezhu had never seen him like this before, and immediately squatted down, worried tone: "What's wrong with you? Are you having a fever?"

She imitated her mother's appearance and reached out to cover her forehead to look at the warmth.

"I really have a fever, I'll go find my mother." She turned around and told the adults.

“…Little bamboo.”

A soft and weak voice, a little embarrassed when she called her nickname. Meng Yuning pulled her over, covered her mouth without saying a word, and whispered to her: "I don't have a fever, don't tell my aunt."

The boy's voice became lower and lower, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes were wet, making his tea-brown pupils as hazy as glass balls soaked in water.

Xue Zhu was fascinated by his beautiful and bullied look at this moment and nodded: "Okay, then you must tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

That night, both teenagers had dreams.

I was drowsy in the dream, as if I was in a floating cloud. When I woke up, my brain was blank, my body became hot, and my limbs were a little weak.

The teenagers did not dare to tell their families, so they squatted in the bathroom and rubbed the bed sheets clean.

But from then on, their relationship seemed to be better than before.

Outside of the outside, they are like-minded playmates of the same age, and inside, they are loyal friends who "have watched action movies together".

***

A few dozen days after the college entrance examination, Xuezhu welcomed her summer vacation again.

Every summer vacation, grandparents would call over and ask Xuezhu when she would come to play.

"Dad, you must remember to urge Xiaozhu to do your summer homework," Song Yanping told the old man on the phone, "Every time she is lazy and waits for school to start before she starts to hurry and cry to make up her homework. How can this work?"

The old man on the other end of the phone said strangely: "But every time I ask Xiaozhu whether she did her homework, she would say she had done it."

"She lied to you." Song Yanping said affirmatively.

Xuezhu stood beside her mother, tiptoed to snatch the receiver, but was afraid that her mother would say something bad to her grandfather, so she hurriedly said, "I want to talk to her grandfather too."

Song Yanping was speechless: "I understand, you say you."

After taking the receiver, Xuezhu quickly shouted sweetly: "Grandpa!"
To be continued...