Did that unsightly guy succumb to my uncle today?

"What's the date! I can't even walk! It's all your fault!"

"Hahaha." Song Qianlou smiled as if he was thinking about something, and even crossed his waist.

A pillow was thrown towards him, accompanied by Zhou Jun's words: "What the hell! I let you!"

He didn't hide, caught the pillow and said, "Next time, please don't show mercy."

"Next time?"

Zhou Jun seemed to realize that this kind of thing would happen more than once, but he immediately said with great momentum: "Next time I will have to be on top!"

"Okay, up, down, left, right, east, west, north, south, wherever you want."

"Asshole! I mean it!"

"Well," Song Qianlou rubbed his hair, "I will definitely let you be on top next time."

So this weekend, Song Qianlou told him "there are many kinds of postures on it" as if telling him "there are four ways to write the word fen".

Zhou Jun felt that his brains were dizzy, but it happened that they had just returned to school and encountered the thing that needed their brains the most—the final exam.

He used to like to do surprise revision, but this time Song Qianlou dragged him to the library every day. Although the two were in different departments, the content of the exam was different.But under the influence of Xueba Song Qianlou, Zhou Jun became more calm and confident in the examination room, and he felt that he performed well, which was much better than the anxiety after the surprise review before.

After the final exam, the provincial sports meeting will follow.Many people are not in a hurry to go home during the summer vacation, but stay in school to work or practice.

Song Qianlou participated in the volunteer activities of the provincial sports meeting, and accompanied Zhou Jun to participate in the provincial sports meeting at school.

It was almost time for dinner. Song Qianlou came to the playground. Seeing Zhou Jun who had just finished training with a sullen expression on his face and didn't talk much, Song Qianlou asked strangely, "What's wrong? Did something happen during training?"

"It's nothing." Zhou Jun, who was sitting on the grass, picked up some grass, "Our coach will be transferred next semester, and this is the last time he will take us. We... must win the championship as a parting gift Give it to the coach."

"Just do your best," Song Qianlou held his hand, worried that he would put too much pressure on himself, "you can do it."

What followed was day and night training, Zhou Jun talked less, but ate more.Fortunately, Song Qianlou was able to help him in this regard, and often prepared meals for him and his teammates to send over.

On the day of the match, before going on the court, Zhou Jun's heart was beating wildly. He was always very confident, but this time he was more nervous than ever.

He looked at Song Qianlou in the auditorium, calmed down under Song Qianlou's determined and trusting eyes, and ran forward after the whistle blew.

"No.1, Zhou Jun!"

"We won! Yay!"

Cheers from his teammates and the audience surrounded Zhou Jun, his eyes lit up with excitement, and he waved his hands in the direction of Song Qianlou.

Although Zhou Jun won No.1 in the individual hurdles, their overall results were ranked behind, and they failed to successfully give the gift of the provincial sports championship to the coach.

Looking at Zhou Jun who couldn't hide his disappointment, the coach patted him on the shoulder and said, "You guys are great, keep working hard."

At the farewell meeting, the coach delivered a speech, and the last sentence of the speech was: "You are the best class of students I have ever led!"

"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed and endured the hustle and bustle.

After the farewell party, Zhou Jun and Song Qianlou took a walk on the school's forest avenue.

"I thought the coach could take us for four years, but he was transferred out so suddenly. The fate between people is too shallow." Zhou Jun said sadly.

"No." Song Qianlou patted him on the head. In the crowd, he didn't make any more intimate gestures. "As long as the relationship is maintained with care, we will definitely meet each other if we have the opportunity."

"What about you, after graduation, will we still go for a walk together like now?" The separation made Zhou Jun start to worry about gains and losses, and even had an inexplicable panic about the future.

"Hehe," Song Qianlou put his arms around him, "I won't leave even if you chase me and kick me. As I said, I will haunt you like a poisonous snake and a ghost!"

His actions attracted the gazes of others, some were looking at the two of them, and some were looking at Zhou Jun or Song Qianlou alone with admiration.

If it was in the past, Zhou Jun would definitely not be able to help but compare whether there are more people watching him or Song Qianlou, and then fight for victory in every tiny battle of popularity.

But now, Zhou Jun felt very calm, and he didn't even care as much about the loss of the Provincial Games as before.

"I've become very strange recently." Zhou Jun said.

"What's wrong? Did it become more obscene—"

"Get out!" Zhou Jun pushed him.

After being pushed, Song Qianlou pretended to be very weak and fell to the side. Zhou Jun didn't like him at all, and pushed him again and said, "Stop pretending!"

"I'm serious," he said. "It's a change in mood. I don't seem to care so much about winning or losing."

Song Qianlou replied: "There are many uncontrollable factors in the winning or losing of many things. You just need to do the best you can. You look so handsome running today, I want to—"

"Huh? Say it again!"

"what?"

"That sentence just now, say it again!"

"Haha," Song Qianlou laughed, "You look so handsome running today, so handsome, so handsome!"

"Of course my uncle is super handsome, and even more handsome than you!"

There seemed to be more people peeking at Song Qianlou, but Zhou Jun didn't think it was a threat, but a little bit of joy.

Song Qianlou's smile was narrow, and he said, "Of course you are more handsome than me, but it's only in the sports field, and there is still a gap with me in other places."

This guy is still such a stinky fart!

Just as Zhou Jun wanted to complain about him, he noticed his retracted hand.

He seems to have done this action several times, what is he trying to do?

Could it be that he wanted to hold hands with him, but he was worried about other people's eyes, so he withdrew his hand again?

How many times have you stretched out your hand, retracted it, stretched it out, retracted it, stretched it out, and back and forth?

Hahaha, it's too funny!

Zhou Jun thinks Song Qianlou like this is a bit cute.

So he took the initiative to hold Song Qianlou's hand in the crowd.

Song Qianlou was a little surprised, but immediately gave him a firm handshake. The two intertwined their fingers and walked in the forest, looking at the starry sky.

Suddenly, fireworks bloomed in the night sky, colorful and gorgeous.

Song Qianlou whispered, "I really want to kiss you here..."

Looking at his eyes as deep as the night sky, Zhou Jun couldn't help but speak his heart: "Song Qianlou, I like you."

Fireworks also bloomed in Song Qianlou's eyes, shining brightly.

He put his arms around Zhou Jun's waist and said, "Zhou Jun, I like you more!"

Zhou Jun didn't push him away, but recalled his expression just now in his mind.

What I said actually made him more handsome, and he was somewhat unhappy while being happy.

The guy who was an eyesore was no longer an eyesore, and he was still a little cute.

Recalling the scene when he vowed to make Song Qianlou succumb, he smiled happily, stretched out his hands, and hugged Song Qianlou as well.

That unsightly guy finally gave in to my uncle today!

In the night sky, the summer fireworks are still blooming brilliantly.

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