[Douluo/Sword Three] Tang Paper Umbrella

Today Tang Jinyu woke up earlier than yesterday, and I was practicing the Purple Demon Eyes facing the rising sun.

He took off the macho fan's cat eye mask and got out of bed to change clothes. His hair was a little fluffy when he slept, with a few strands sticking up irregularly. He rubbed his eyes and yawned a little cutely. I found out that he really likes cats, even he looks like a proud Persian cat.

Putting on his new school uniform, he was fiddling with his hair in front of the mirror, humming an unknown song with cheerful and lively tunes.

I was a little curious and carefully discerned the lyrics.

“I’m a handsome cat~

Love to eat crispy fish fingers~

Wearing a hoodie~

Covering your face is noble and cool

The skin is still growing well~

Attack~explode~"

"Pfft." I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and received a blank look from Tang Yinyu.

"Hurry up," he urged me, "We have to go get our seats early."

"So positive." I got out of bed and started to wash up. When I looked up at the mirror, there was still a lingering smile on my lips.

"Of course." He answered me, "Go early to get a seat in the middle of the front row. It's a prime seat."

It seems that he still loves learning.

I casually grabbed my hair and went to the cafeteria with him to have breakfast - compared to his sophistication, I was so rough - and then we headed to the classroom.

We arrived really early, there were only a few people in the classroom, and the front rows were all empty.

Tang Jinyu chose the seat in the middle of the third row. He explained that this seat would avoid chalk dust and could clearly see the blackboard. It was definitely the best seat.

This is also my ideal seat.

Soon, students came one after another. Thanks to Tang Yanyu's outstanding appearance, all the seats around us were occupied by girls. I was really stressed out.

I found that Tang Yinyu seemed to be a little regretful. Although he seemed to be chatting with his classmates calmly, he answered the questions asked by the girls as patiently as possible. When some questions were difficult to answer, his answers did not make people feel perfunctory.

But I always feel that he is a bit repulsive, his emotions are superficial, but he is cold on the inside.

If I'm talking about why I feel this way, it might be because I've seen him really passionate. More or less, I know Tang Yayu better than these girls.

The relationship between us does not have a strong purpose, and the girls' thoughts are obvious.

The arrival of the head teacher saved us.

In the process of running, I had a more detailed understanding of Tang Yinyu's strength. A hundred laps was not an easy distance for him, and he could even run another twenty laps with me.

I'm a little curious, what is the level of his soul power? What kind of martial spirit is it? I've only been with him for two days, and I haven't gotten to know him on a deeper level yet, but our relationship feels like we've known each other for a long time, and there's an invisible tacit understanding.

In the future, when I think about this moment, I will say it was meant to be. But at this point, everything was blurry and I just felt like I was having fun with him.

After class, I hurried to the Soul Guidance Department and asked him to help me bring something back from the school gate - I probably wouldn't have time to eat in the cafeteria at noon.

Sure enough, when I returned to the dormitory, most of the lunch break had passed, and there must be no food in the cafeteria by this time.

Tang Jinyu was taking a nap, sleeping deeply. The meal he brought for me was placed on the table. I was afraid of disturbing him, so I carried my packing bag to the door of the dormitory.

The old grandfather who had entered the school earlier was still sitting there.

I walked over and said hello to him.

"It's already ordered, haven't you eaten yet?"

"No, I was delayed by something at noon, but my roommate brought me food." I shook the bag in my hand.

"Oh, I know him, he even chatted with me." The old man was very kind, "You are all good boys."

He asked me: "Why don't you eat in the dormitory?"

"My roommate is taking a nap, and I'm afraid of disturbing him." I opened the bag and wolfed it down. "He's not in good health and has to take a nap every day."

"The relationship is really good." The old man nodded.

I didn't know how to answer this for a while.

I swallowed the food in my mouth, carefully thought about our situation together, and found that the old man's description was not wrong. I'm not a familiar person, but I don't reject Tang Yinyu's enthusiasm. But in just two days, we were able to joke around as much as we wanted.

So I echoed, "Well, he's a pretty good guy."

This is the kind of person I envy and want to be.

The weight-bearing run in the afternoon gave me a deeper understanding of the strictness of the class teacher.

Tang Jinyu was elected as the squad leader. He is the person with the highest cultivation level in our class. I personally think that no one is more suitable for this position than him, but obviously some people in the class are not convinced.

The squad leader represents not only status but also responsibility. People who only see the honor brought by this position cannot be a squad leader at all.

I looked at him worriedly, fearing that he would get into arguments with others, but he didn't take the provocation to heart and just put on his iron suit and ran as usual.

My heart was filled with a sense of urgency.

I know where my level is. In the entire class, my talent is probably the worst. What I can use to make up for my talent is that I work harder than others.

When others give 100%, if I want to catch up, I have to give 200% or even 300% of my sweat.

In terms of congenital conditions, I am far behind others. Sometimes when my efforts are not rewarded, I will be angry and aggrieved, and I will ask God "why".

The iron suit was heavy, the clothes on my body were soaked with sweat, and the hot and humid feeling was muffled by the metal. I felt like I was in a steamer.

I saw Tang Jinyu gasping and reaching out to others: "Come, I will take you to run."

His breath became heavier, and his steps were no longer light and crisp. It was like he was stepping in the mire with every step, and he had to use all his strength before he could take the next step.

But he didn't let go of the other person's hand.

Those who are led by him only need to follow his lead and entrust themselves to him to gain breathing space.

He held hands with one person after another.

I don't know what I feel in my heart, like a sponge full of water, sinking heavily.

For a moment, all the anger and injustice dissipated. In addition to the burning feeling in my chest, there was also a strange feeling that made me feel a little uncomfortable, but I also enjoyed the discomfort.

Later I understood that this was shame, low self-esteem, and delusions lurking deep in the mud underground.

--"want to".

Even moths will fly into the fire, even if they are burned by the flames.

——Who doesn’t want light?

People in the world tend to overlook one thing. When you are close to a light source, the shadow behind you is always the deepest.

If he is light, I should be shadow.

Delusion bides its time.

Breaking out of the ground.

My shoulders were aching from being worn down by the iron clothes, and my limbs, especially my legs, were even heavier. But my classmates stood up and ran forward one after another, so why did I have to stop?

I ran to Tang Yinyu, like a moth flying into the bright fire, and held his hand.

But unlike the moth, I didn't feel the pain of the burning fire. The touch of my palm was sticky sweat. The hand was warm and trembling with fatigue. There was a thin layer of callus, but it was very comfortable to hold.

I looked into a pair of wet golden eyes: "Let's run together."

"it is good."

He smiled, his eyes filled with the sun, moon and stars.

I actually had an illusion.

We are holding hands and running into the distance together.

The heart could no longer stay stable in the chest, and it was beating hard as if it was about to burst. I gasped for breath and fell to the ground the next second I heard the bell. I took Tang Qingyu into my arms and used it as his flesh pad.

——He took so many people running, so this fall would definitely not be comfortable.

The soul master invited by the head teacher helped us regain our strength. I sat up and could clearly see the gratitude and trust in the eyes of my classmates when they looked at Tang Yinyu.

Great, no one was eliminated today.

I have known for a long time that he is the most suitable person to be the monitor, not because I am closer to him, but because of a more mysterious feeling.

Of course, it is also his personal charm.

This is what he deserves.

It is never easy to change other people's prejudices, I know this very well, but he did it.

My body was covered in sweat, and my clothes were dirty after being rolled on the ground. Tang Qianyu seemed to be a bit hysterical and urged me to go back and take a shower.

The bathroom is public, but it is divided into many small cubicles and the curtains are drawn.

Now that school is over, both sets of school uniforms are dirty, so there is no need to force them to wear them. So we put the toiletries and clean private clothes in the basin, put the clothes in the cabinet in the dressing room outside the bathroom, and then entered the bathroom with the basin.

The hot bath washed away all the dirt and relaxed me mentally. I turned off the shower, wrung out the water-soaked towel and put it over my head, opened the curtain and walked out of the cubicle.

Tang Jinyu washed more slowly, and I went to the dressing room outside to get dressed first. As soon as I put on my shorts and was wiping my hair, I heard footsteps. I turned around subconsciously.

Wrapping a bath towel around his waist, the boy's limbs were slender and his body was thin. His white skin was covered with powder evaporated from the hot water. He twisted his long hair with his hands to wring out the water in it, and some of the broken hair stuck to his smooth shoulders. The young man seemed to notice my attention. When he saw me looking at him, he smiled at me, and then naturally turned around to get the clothes in the cabinet.

From this, I saw the gorgeous flame patterns, emerging from the depths of the muscles and bones and clinging to his back. When I lowered my head from the back of the neck, the raised bones went down along the spine, and the irregular flames were in the waist. Wrapping around, it burned like a burst to both sides of the waist, and finally quickly gathered and disappeared under the white bath towel.

It turns out that this is the complete picture of the flame pattern.

With a sense of sacredness, it seemed alive if you stared at it for a long time. The golden-red flame seemed to be able to burn and purify people's souls, but it added a bit of temptation to the young man.

My mouth felt dry, there was a sudden roar in my ears, and the scene in front of me was blurry. There was only the scorching flame on the white back, which was burning vigorously. I even felt the stinging in my eyes, as if there was a heat wave dazzling my eyes.

"Yu Hao, Yu Hao! Wake up! Don't look at the flames!"

Suddenly there was a bone-chilling chill in the depths of my mind, and I came to my senses with a jolt, "Brother Tianmeng? What's wrong with me?"

"That's not an ordinary flame pattern. You were almost captured. The sea of ​​​​spirit began to heat up sharply from the moment you stared at him. Did you know that I almost died from the heat?!" Tianmeng Bingsican?! He said angrily, "That pattern actually brought great pressure to me..."

I wanted to ask again, but I might as well be interrupted when a familiar clear voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"Eh? Yuhao, why do you have a nosebleed?"