The Chemistry Of Love

Friends.

Andy is a superb communicator. Thus, he has many friends he knows well from the same class or school. So what do you do if you don't know any of the boys at school?

They all communicate a few lines socially, from the disciplined children who study hard to those who are like wandering souls. Hoai Thanh even caught a glimpse of him in a pub, sitting and conversing with a group of foreign Vietnamese.

They all communicate a few lines socially, from the disciplined children who study hard to those who are like wandering souls. Hoai Thanh even caught a glimpse of him in a pub, sitting and conversing with a group of foreign Vietnamese.

Andy is passionate about disco and rock music, and he enjoys coming to the bar to listen to music and interact, but there is one thing he does not do dating.

Is it, or does it feel that it is already so lovely that it may shine without a lover alongside it, in the world, forgetting a youngster who does not appreciate beautiful girls?

No one likes a gorgeous and active child, and the teacher does not stop the exam because of his absences. It's not a luxury of the wealthy or the wealthy; it's simply that.

"Are you going to school tomorrow?" I inquire.

Hoai Thanh slid his leg beneath the chair, dangling in mid-air. Hoai Thanh was dressed simply in a white tank top and khaki knee-length leggings, his short and slender body visible in the cramped space.

"It's nine o'clock."

Andy is still such a terrible waste of water that it takes almost an hour to wash his hair and shower, despite the sound of rushing water in the toilet.

Hoai Thanh did not answer. His mind was focused on the teacher's assignment in class; if he didn't finish it today, he would die the next day.

"Hey Thanh, go fetch a scarf for me."

The sound of the river faded away after a while, leaving only Andy's broken voice.

"Do you want me to clean it up as well? Why don't you bring a towel?"

Hoai Thanh grunted a few times as he tossed a clean towel through the crack in the door for it.

Andy's voice is weakening now, and the divine voice has become oh oh, so male. It was low but not difficult to hear when his voice was broken. But, on the other hand, Hoai Thanh still has his old voice, albeit a half-tone lower than previously, eats the same rice, and sleeps at the same hour, but the difference can be significant.

The bathroom door is the most frequent type of home door, and you can hear the cracking sound of each hinge if you open it a bit too forcefully.

Andy was shirtless, wearing a pair of shorts made of the same material as him, and the towel he had just handed him was still hanging on the hook. Hoai Thanh is well aware that he dislikes wearing garments in the summer. Therefore, his appearance is not surprising.

Even if its body is exquisite, Hoai Thanh is bored of staring at it. Isn't it tiring to stare at it for hours?

He didn't have any surplus, not even a flat tummy, and Hoai Thanh recalls him noting that having such a body took a lot of hard work. And Hoai Thang likes to be slim; no matter how much he eats or drinks, he never gains weight.

Hoai Thanh's body did not absorb nutrients properly, and his parents, like most parents at the time, did their best to nourish him with milk and other nutrients, but I remained as underweight as before. They had no choice but to deliver Hoai Thanh to Andy after taking care of his parents.

It's funny, but I've felt like I've gained a little weight since he started picking me up to eat regularly. This guy is great; getting me to eat a little meat is a parent's effort as well, but he only needs to take me out to eat once a day.

"Dammit, the food has made it all the way to the brain. There is no meat visible."

They walked up and rested his elbow on Hoai Thanh's head, giving him a gaze that lacked and could not be accepted.

"Damm, this is the time to put your hand down."

Hoai Thanh's hair is thin and smooth, but it's also relatively easy to fall out therefore, he still plays with it in that way.

Andy, no longer kidding, took the last chair and sat next to Hoai Thanh, then glanced at the algorithms Hoai Thanh was calculating and shook his head once more.

"Are you finished? Please assist me in completing my schoolwork."

Hoai Thanh understands what to say about his suitcase thrown in his room, even the room key he acquired from his mother. Hoai Thanh flips his notebook around to demonstrate it; I always assist him whenever he asks you to do something within your grasp, and schoolwork is no exception.

However, I had to not only do it and give it to her; I also had to explain the problem to her, and I even pretended to be a free teacher for her.

Their majors differed; I studied telecommunications, and Andy studied geology, but the subject was still pretty easy for me in my freshman year, so I assisted him. I'm afraid he'll have to find another tutor if he continues to go deeper into Geology.