I seem to have a crush on the little follower

Zhou Fan's eyes are beautiful, between peach blossom eyes and almond eyes, without excessive femininity, coupled with his tough and raised sword eyebrows, he looks like a knight, but the knight blinked at him, He also raised his eyebrows by the way, looking both cute and domineering.

The blink made Tang Le dizzy.

Tang Le stabilized his feet, and it took several seconds to reflect.

"Damn it," the girl next to her said in a low voice, with uncontrollable excitement in her voice: "Zhou Fan gave me a wink, right! My mother's wink is a crit!"

Another girl was more open-minded: "Go ahead and live your sweet dreams, it's definitely not you."

After all, the girl's eyes swept back and forth, Tang Le was on her right, and the railing on the edge was on her right. Her eyes stayed on Tang Le for a few seconds, then she turned her head and continued to watch the game without saying anything .

Tang Le was a little embarrassed, feeling uncomfortable being looked at by others, so he shrank back to the edge, then leaned on the railing and looked at the stage.

Zhou Fan was wearing a pure white taekwondo suit. This was almost the first time Tang Le saw him wearing light-colored clothes. There was an indescribable feeling, very clean and full of aura.

Zhou Fan raised his hand and wiped the fluffy bangs on his forehead to the back of his head, revealing his beautiful hairline, and then slowly put the blue protective gear on his head. of brutal oppression.

It's just that this iron pot-like protective gear is placed on the head, making Zhou Fan's original fluffy hairstyle that is not a hairstyle disappear without a trace.

Looks a little silly.

Tang Le couldn't help but secretly smiled, and then coughed as if nothing happened.

But he really doesn't understand taekwondo, no matter what the rules of the game or the moves that add points, he doesn't even know how to count as a violation. From this game, there are only a few repeated words flying in his mind:

Wow!

Great!

nice!

Handsome!

……

The last round ended with Zhou Fan's roundabout kick. The opponent wanted to take advantage of Zhou Fan's avoidance of the inertial action of the previous action and hit him on the head with the protective gear. Unexpectedly, Zhou Fan suddenly Changing the original movement, he retreated and dodged, and then took advantage of the gap between the opponent's punches, and kicked the opponent's side of the head with a flying kick.

"Senior Secondary School, Zhou Fan, win!"

The referee held Zhou Fan's hand and announced the result that had not changed for several years amidst cheers.

"It's boring, it's boring," Xie Haotian rolled his eyes, followed behind Zou Ye and Zhou Fan, and said dissatisfiedly: "Call me to come another day when Zhou Fan is beaten up."

Zhou Fan raised his eyebrows, changed into casual clothes and said as he walked, "This is called strength."

"No," Xie Haotian pursed his mouth, and pressed his palms into fists against Zhou Fan's shoulder: "This is called narcissism."

"I can't help it, he's so handsome." Zhou Fan waved his hands without looking back.

After Zhou Fan got rid of the two loving dogs who were about to go out to watch a movie, he strode towards the direction where he saw Tang Le on the stage just now. After sweeping the floor, Zhou Fan glanced over the railing, but couldn't find Tang Le.

Could it be that he had already left, Zhou Fan was a little surprised.

Zhou Fan was quite surprised by Tang Le's hard work during this period. In half a month, he really did as promised, reciting words and texts day and night, and getting up early in the morning to go for a run on the playground.

Zhou Fan often leans against the railing facing the playground, squints his eyes, and quietly looks at that lonely figure, panting and running in the morning light of winter, obviously unable to hold on many times , sitting paralyzed next to the basketball hoop for a long time, unable to stand up, but after a while, he stubbornly returned to the track.

His first impression of Tang Le was that he was as stubborn as a donkey, and he was right.

Obviously, Zhou Fan was not monitoring the whole process of this assessment, but he was conscious to the extreme, as if he was holding a bloody whip behind him, afraid that he would slow down a step, and would have a little retreat, struggling and running in the limit, You can't help but want to hug him tightly.

"Brother Fan."

Someone from behind lightly patted his shoulder, Zhou Fan turned around and met Tang Le's crooked eyes, the corners of his eyes were slightly drooping, but when he looked up at Zhou Fan, he looked soft .

"You are amazing, congratulations." Tang Le said.

"Ahaha..." Zhou Fan didn't feel the way he did when he was praised and hurt by Xie Haotian. Just a congratulation made him a little at a loss. He rubbed his deformed hair with a smile, and suddenly he was speechless and confused The waving hand made a gesture of good on the chest unnaturally: "Um... ah... yes."

Seeing this, Tang Le burst out laughing, and looked at him helplessly: "Didn't you just say something in your award acceptance speech that was pretty smooth?"

Zhou Fan scratched his head and laughed a few times: "The head teacher forced me to write that thing, insisting on showing the literary talent of the liberal arts rocket class. Good guy, it killed me."

Sure enough, his chattering came back after being nervous, Tang Le smiled lightly and nodded: "Indeed."

Zhou Fan looked up and saw the dog abuse duo who had just stepped out of the playground, and then suddenly thought of something, he looked at Tang Le: "Are you free for a while?"

"Well, what's wrong?" Tang Le asked.

"Let's go out for dinner and celebrate." Zhou Fan said.

"What's there to celebrate, aren't you going back to win the championship?" Tang Le retorted him mercilessly.

"..."

Zhou Fan didn't know why, looking at the backs of the couple, he suddenly had this idea, but it was hard to turn around now, he thought about it, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"No, your assessment period has passed, and there is still a ceremony for people who are married three times in Taoyuan. Let's go, the boss treats you to a meal, it will be a ceremony, and then you will be mine!" Zhou Fan said, Stepping forward, she put an arm around his shoulders.

Tang Le was stunned for a moment, and then realized after a few seconds, his eyes widened in surprise, and then he nodded with high frequency: "Yes! Boss!"

He suddenly thought of something again, and said in a hurry: "Brother Fan, you go ahead, I'll be back later."

After finishing speaking, Tang Le broke free from his arm, and quickly ran towards the school gate.

Zhou Fan was taken aback by his rushing like a gust of wind, and then followed closely after him. To say that the kid’s running all this time was indeed not in vain, Zhou Fan took a lot of effort to catch up with him in the empty playground. He, following on his right, panted and asked:

"Damn it, you're on drugs, why did you go to the grave so fast!" Zhou Fan's voice was mostly cut off by the wind.

"I'll go back and tell my grandma that you are waiting for me at the school gate!"

While speaking, Zhou Fan slowed down his pace, and watched that thin and small figure rushing away like a runaway wild dog, and disappeared after a while.

Zhou Fan began to doubt whether it was a good thing for him to exercise his body.

Half an hour later, when Tang Le and Zhou Fan were sitting face to face in the dessert shop, the corners of Tang Le's mouth twitched twice.

When grandma heard that she was going to a classmate's house for tutoring, she let him out even though she cursed a few words, so Tang Le happily followed Zhou Fan across several streets to the store.

He originally thought that according to Zhou Fan's personality and his part-time job of selling skewers, he would go to wineries with a high-handed spirit. Tang Le was already ready to watch him waving The scene of calling up a few large jars of spirits, and then dragging "His Majesty" back at night.

But he stared at the two exquisite and small black cakes in front of him, and next to them were two cups of dark red solids that looked very Q, and there were two small pure white flowers inserted in them, although they looked pretty, But it really doesn't match the person in front of him.

"What are these...?" Tang Le pointed at the things in front of him a little helplessly.

Zhou Fan picked up the fork naturally, and pointed at each of them: "This cake is called Black Forest, and it is the specialty of this shop. It is made of cherries, kirsch, cream and chocolate. Although it is a bit sweet, it uses the sourness of cherries It's good to neutralize it. This is pudding, rose jasmine pudding, a new product that the owner of this shop has only recently researched, and it has a strong milky aroma."

As Zhou Fan said, he squeezed out the little jasmine flower with a fork, and then gently put it on the dinner plate, as if treating a small animal.

"Try it, it's delicious." Zhou Fan raised his head and folded his hands on the table.

"it is good."

Tang Le was immersed in the serious look on his face when he was explaining just now. He only realized it when he raised his head. He moved back to stare at Zhou Fan with some embarrassment, picked up the fork unskillfully, and forked a small piece of pudding , but before it was delivered to the mouth, it slid back down with a snap.

"Oh, I'll go." Seeing this, Zhou Fan couldn't help laughing. He pointed to the plate next to the pudding in front of Tang Le: "Look here, kid, there's a spoon."

"oh oh."

Tang Le hurriedly put down the fork, and then reached out to grab the spoon, but the outstretched hand became a little nervous, and suddenly hit the fork that was resting on the edge of the pudding cup smoothly, and then with a crisp sound, the fork fell to the ground go up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Tang Le panicked when he saw this, but just as he was about to lower his head to pick it up, Zhou Fan stopped him.

Zhou Fan quickly picked up the fork, and then raised his hand to call the waiter. After saying a few words, the waiter took the dirty fork back and replaced it with a clean one.

Tang Le was a little embarrassed. He seemed to be unable to hear what the other side was saying. He only felt his face was burning hot, which made him almost bewildered.

"Kid, open your mouth."

When he realized it, Zhou Fan had already scooped up the dropped piece with his own spoon, then held it under the spoon with his left hand, and handed it carefully to Tang Le's mouth.

"Hey, don't..." Tang Le hastily declined.

"Open your mouth, hurry up," Zhou Fan said, and sent the spoon forward, the cold metal feeling touched his lips, which made Tang Le sober, and Zhou Fan continued: "If you don't give the boss face, I will You're expelled from the gang."

Tang Lewen paused for a moment, then smiled, moved closer, opened his mouth slightly, and sucked the pink pudding on the spoon into his mouth.

Cool, smooth, and a little familiar aroma.

Zhou Fan withdrew his hand, put the spoon back into his cup without saying anything, and looked at him quietly.

"Is it delicious?" Zhou Fan chuckled.

"good to eat."

Tang Le nodded, the tension just now dissipated, and the cold pudding slid down his throat, and he let out a long sigh of relief.

But Zhou Fan's brows were tightly furrowed. He watched Tang Le lower his head and ate the cake silently. After a long while, he said, "Have you ever come out to eat with your friends?"

Tang Le froze for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Your grandma won't let me?" Zhou Fan asked again.

"No." Tang Le's eyes flickered.

"So... don't you want to spend money?" Zhou Fan asked as cautiously as possible.

Tang Le paused for two seconds and said, "Not all of them."

"What is that?" Zhou Fan wondered.

Tang Le sighed, and stared at the little jasmine flower on Zhou Fan's dinner plate: "I... have no friends, before and after coming here, you are the only friend, maybe... Zhao Qian also counts .”

As he spoke intermittently, Zhou Fan just listened quietly. He thought of the little fat man he occasionally saw walking with Tang Le, and then sighed.

Zhou Fan smiled: "It's okay, you will follow me from now on, I have many friends, I will help you to get to know more people, so you won't be so nervous in the future, it's just something to eat, it's not a punishment, so don't be nervous."

Tang Le was a little embarrassed when he saw through his embarrassment. He licked the cake left on his lips and said slowly, "Actually, there is another reason."

"Huh?" Zhou Fan raised his eyes.

"Actually...tomorrow is my birthday. This is the second time I have eaten cake, and it is also the first time someone has celebrated my birthday. It feels, feels..." Tang Le thought for a while: "It feels quite different."

Zhou Fan laughed when he heard the sound, thinking that he could hold back a word for a long time, but it turned out to be just "quite different".

Tang Le was so embarrassed by his smile, and couldn't help laughing: "Oh, I'm not like you. I don't have much literary talent, so I'm not suitable for studying liberal arts."

"There is no such absolute thing."

Zhou Fan waved his hands, then stood up, and walked towards the bar. When passing by Tang Le, Tang Le grabbed the corner of his clothes and looked at him with some anxiety: "Why are you going?"

Zhou Fan stretched out his hand, and he happened to be able to touch Tang Le's head as soon as he raised his hand while standing. He inserted his fingers into Tang Le's soft hair, then rubbed it, and said with a distressed smile: "Boss It's your birthday, little one."

The author has something to say: I saw a little angel talking about Xiao Tang Le's mother, this is indeed a very serious matter, although love needs to be discussed, but serious business must also be done, every character will be very serious about serious things Seriously.

There are a lot of things I want to express in this article, so much that it shows the lack of strength to send a few strokes, but Laozhu will definitely do his best~

PS: Thanks to the little angel of Jinshang for the rocket launcher and nutrient solution~Bow~