"Huh--the wind on the rooftop is so comfortable."

Pei Ye sat on the guardrail on the edge of the rooftop, leaned back, stretched his waist wide, and could vaguely hear the lazy crackling sound of his muscles and bones. This body was too weak, and he had only tried a few tricks with a few little kids, which made his back hurt.

"It's not my class after that, I can take a good night's sleep to make up for it."

I taught the group of naughty kids who deserved to be beaten up, barely warmed up and exercised their muscles, smoked two cigarettes, stuffed a bottle of wine, and assisted by the cool breeze on the rooftop. This day was simply too beautiful. I was about to take a nap when I heard someone on the rooftop.

I thought it was an ordinary student and ignored it. Unexpectedly, the visitor was approaching in his direction, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the pace frequency changed from the original rapid to the restrained gentleness. Pei Ye raised his eyebrows but did not look back. She wanted to see what the student wanted to do.

Just as Pei Ye thought that the student was trying to attack from behind, and when she was unprepared to push her down from the rooftop, the visitor stopped two or three meters away. Pei Ye silently recited "three", "two", and "one" in his heart, and the visitor spoke.

Before the boy could breathe well, he shouted, "You - wait! Don't move! Don't move!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he went beyond Pei Ye's script.

"I always do what do you care about me?"

Pei Ye deliberately showed an expressionless face, even his eyes were deserted and dull.

While asking the question, he turned his head with the flow and saw clearly the person coming.

A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, not very tall, and was only a little over 1.7 meters tall.

Her skin was slightly pale and looked not healthy. She had short fluffy blue hair and a pair of smoke-gray eyes as bright as two quiet clear springs. Her nose bridge was high and her lips were pale. Perhaps she was still young, and her facial features had neither excessively hard edges nor excessively soft curves. The whole thing was between men and women. At first glance, it seemed difficult to distinguish between male and female, but if you look closely, you would not recognize his gender.

Pei Ye looked at the boy's face and moved away with disinterest.

The boy raised his hand and dared not move, and said nervously: "You, don't jump--"

Pei Ye: “…”

The boy's voice was trembling slightly: "I don't know what trouble you have encountered, but there is no hurdle in the world that cannot be overcome. Only by living can you have hope, right? Not all troubles can be solved by death. Even if you jump down, it is useless. Why can't you face it bravely? If you jump down, think about how painful your family and friends will be, and how happy the people who make you suffer will be..."

The more Pei Ye listened, the more interesting this young man was.

I can't help but have bad tastes.

"What do you know? Do you know what I can sit here? You don't know anything..."

The boy looked at Pei Ye nervously, even restraining his breathing.

Judging from his posture, he seemed to be afraid that if he breathed heavily, Pei Ye would fall down.

"...I, I don't know, but if you are willing to talk to me, I can also help you with advice and share the burden..."

He accidentally saw Pei Ye sitting on the edge of the rooftop, his legs swaying and swaying outside.

The wind on the rooftop hit her, outlining a thin and fragile body, as if it could be blown down by the wind in the next second, falling from a tall building like a kite with broken strings. He ran up without thinking, trying to persuade the student who couldn't figure it out.

Pei Ye sighed in depressed grief.

"I was bullied by those students..."

"Campus violence? You shouldn't jump. You should find ways to expose it and complain about them, rather than take your own life."

Pei Ye looked melancholy, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and held back his smile.

"They also mocked me for being old and ugly..."

The boy said: "Aesthetics is a very personal thing, how can you attack people's appearance at will?"

He had never seen what Pei Ye looked like, thinking she was really not easy to see.

After thinking about it, he comforted Pei Ye again: "If you are not satisfied with your appearance, you can actually do it slightly."

In today's era, plastic surgery is a common minor surgery and is not expensive.

Pei Ye lowered his head and shrank his shoulders, "one thrust and one thrust" and said nothing.

She didn't say anything, and the boy didn't dare to act rashly.

Pei Ye smiled with a suppressed smile after he had enough, "...and mocked me as an old woman no one likes... Woooo, I'm not a few years older than them, so bullying people like this is too much... Woooo... They also said that I would jump from here and face the whole face."

The boy's expression changed again and again, and he finally took a deep breath.

“Actually—it’s actually—”

Pei Ye's cheeks were sore that his cheeks were sore, and he barely suppressed his smile.

"What?"

The boy opened his eyes and said lies: "I, I have been paying attention to you for a long time, but in fact, actually-I have always liked you silently."

Pei Ye: “…”

Seeing that Pei Ye's shoulders stopped shaking, the boy thought she was calmer and took advantage of the situation to reach out.

"I know it's abrupt now, but can you give me a chance?"

Pei Ye: “…”

"Puchi--"

Don't get me wrong, this laugh was not sent by Pei Ye.

Pei Ye and the boy looked at the source of the sound together.

The man covered his fist and pressed his lips, and his empty hands waved awkwardly.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. You guys continue, you guys continue, I won't disturb you anymore."

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows and recognized that this person was the young man who fell at the door of his house last night.

Such a serious injury healed in one night, and his rosy complexion didn't look like a patient.

She was about to speak, but saw the boy frowning.

"Han Zhiguang, you are still laughing!"

When Han Zhiguang heard the boy get angry, he subconsciously showed his straightest standing posture and looked on standby.
Chapter completed!