The Records of the Library

The sudden appearance of Mao Ziqi also caused a lot of mental damage to He Ai, the smile on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye, as fast as an illusion.

"I didn't look for you, but you were quite self-conscious. There's no need to apologize, and you can buy me milk tea later." He Ai bypassed Mao Ziqi and continued to walk.

Mao Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly followed, "Brother, who are you talking to on the phone?"

He Ai glanced at him and asked back, "What are you following me for?"

"Go to the stadium for team training. Isn't there a school sports meeting next month? If I can get a good ranking, I might be able to participate in the college league. In autumn, Sate Changsheng can't participate, so I finally don't have to be rubbed on the track by the master gone."

Mao Ziqi thought about the bright future, but he didn't pay attention to who He Ai whispered to for an evening chat, and took off the earphones and put them in his pocket.

Mao Ziqi remembered something: "That's right, Brother Ai, the coach said that you can't eat sweets near the competition, and your throat will be sticky and it will affect your breathing. Do you think your milk tea... stop?"

The two were walking towards the training ground, and He Ai looked at Mao Ziqi expressionlessly: "You don't have enough living expenses?"

Mao Ziqi was poked at the pain point and touched the tip of his nose guiltily.In the past two days, he couldn't help but bought a few skins, and bought a switch to celebrate the National Day, and became a deep user of Huabei in one fell swoop.He snorted: "how can I, don't I care about you?"

He Ai withdrew her gaze: "That's good, it will be supplied until a week before the school sports meeting."

The two arrived at the stadium. Recently, in order to achieve good results in the autumn competition, the coach has increased the intensity of training. After training, it was already half dark. In the hazy twilight, the players were so tired that they collapsed on the lawn.

After He Ai relaxed his muscles, he said hello and was about to leave the field. When he walked to the sidelines, he bumped into a person under the dim bloody glow.The man was standing under the plastic canopy in the rest area, only a vague shadow could be discerned in the dark, as if he was talking with someone on the rest seat, he was fiddling with a bottle of water in his hand, and He Ai heard the sound of water splashing in the bottle Rock back and forth.

Almost perfectly matched the scene in the memory.

Like an orderly running gear suddenly stuck, He Ai stopped on the spot, slowed down for two or three seconds, turned towards the rest area, but halfway heard a familiar gentle voice: "Aren't you afraid of the physical test? I I don’t want to retest again.”

It's Lanting.

He Ai stopped again, her heart felt like a small hole had been pricked by a needle, and the anticipation that had been soaring just now disappeared like a leak.

Also, how can the world be so small.

The person on the seat spoke, it was a girl, it should be the one in the lounge that day, "You practice as soon as you practice, why do you come to a stadium so far away from the dormitory area, halfway there is already weak, you let me rest for a while."

"Then you rest, I'm going to warm up."

Seeing that Lan Ting was about to turn around, He Aiyong had the thought of not being able to meet him face to face, so he turned around and hurried back to the teaching building to pick up his bicycle.On the way, I couldn’t help but wonder, is it almost three years? It turns out that such a long time has passed, where did the little glasses go?

After leaving the north gate and passing the milk tea shop, He Ai's attention temporarily shifted back to reality. He tilted his head to see if there were any girls who fit KL's characteristics in the shop, and he didn't turn his head until the door's face was far behind him.

He simply had dinner in a restaurant outside the community.He Qishan went out to work again. This morning when He Ai woke up for morning exercises, he was dragging his suitcase and was about to go out. When the father and son met, the first sentence was morning, and the second was goodbye. He Ai was used to it.When he got home, the sensor lights were on all the way. Someone should have come to clean up the yard during the day, and there was a smell of potion that hadn't completely dissipated. He went upstairs to wash off his sweaty body before going to the studio. Since You Wan left, she He Qishan's position was reserved for He Ai, opposite to He Qishan's position, and it was an angle that could be seen as soon as he looked up, but He Qishan hadn't worked at home for a long time.

He Ai hung her schoolbag on the back of her chair and started her homework for National Day.It wasn't until after eleven o'clock that he finally finished copying two pen drawings. He had exercised too much today and his body was a little tired, and his efficiency would drop significantly if he continued to endure, so he tidied up his desktop and went back to his room to sleep.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, the news from KL came: [What is Xiao Ai doing?Are you asleep? ]

He Ai said: "Didn't sleep, I was tired lying on the bed and not sleepy anymore."

KL asked: "Shall we watch a movie together?"

He Ai sat up: "How can we do it together?"

KL snorted: "Don't you ask what movie it is first?"

He Ai thought for a while, and his first reaction was indeed the same as before, so he said seriously: "It's more important to you."

Originally, Lan Ting had his legs bent and his thin chin resting on his knees to watch the screen. Startled by this answer, Lan Ting shrugged his shoulders, took a long breath, and unconsciously sat upright.

Why does He Ai seem to be getting more and more proficient?

"I want to watch "The Tuner". The film critics said that there are high-energy scenes. I am a little scared, and this one is a bit long. Will you watch it with me? It doesn't matter if you fall asleep later." , it seems inappropriate to be in the middle of the night.

He Ai readily agreed, "Okay."

The two made an appointment to watch the same video on the video media platform. He Ai even created a membership for this purpose. After listening to KL counting to three, the two clicked start at the same time, and the background music of the opening dragon logo sounded tacitly on both sides of the call.

Lan Ting asked tentatively: "This is a crime suspense film. I might talk to myself while watching it. Can you just pretend you didn't hear it?"

"No." He Ai said, there is a high probability that there will be bloody scenes in crime movies, "I want to talk to you."

Lan Ting laughed twice, "You are so childish."

The movie started, and the other end of the call became quiet. He Ai tightly covered her whole body with the quilt, and gradually entered the plot, but she always heard faint rustling sounds from the KL end.

"Brother," He Ai called out, "Are you still there? What are you doing?"

Lan Ting held a pen, "Yes. I'm taking notes and plot points, so that I can sort out the story line after reading it."

He Ai was silent, it seemed that their so-called movie watching was different.He turned his gaze back to the screen, and a grimace in a black robe suddenly appeared on the screen. He Ai was caught off guard, leaned back in fright, and hit his head on the bed, making a loud "boom".

"hiss--"

Lan Ting immediately put down his pen and paused the movie, "What's the sound? What's wrong with you?"

He Ai didn't have the face to say that she was so scared that she hit the wall, so she could only cover her head with her teeth bared, and said in a steady tone, "It's okay, the painting on the wall fell off."

Lan Ting asked nervously: "How is it, did it hit you? Does it hurt?"

When He Ai touched her lips, she couldn't say a word, and turned a corner again, "It hit me on the head, it hurts."

"Bleeding? Don't watch the movie yet, take a look in the mirror to see if there is any swelling, and if there is any medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis at home..."

"elder brother."

"Smear it with safflower oil. If you don't have it, I think at this time, you can still order medicine online. I'll help you..."

"Brother, I'm fine." He Ai interrupted him.

Lan Ting came to his senses, suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and opened his eyes wide.Is he being too verbose?

"I'm fine." He Ai said, "Although I can't see it, if you kiss me, I'll be fine."

Lan Ting froze on the chair and asked in a low voice, "Why, how do you kiss?"

"What? Mua? You can say it."

Sitting there, Lan Ting's face was flushed, the arteries in his neck could feel the violent beating of his heart, and even his ears seemed to hear the sound of blood rushing.

Lan Ting closed her eyes tightly, speaking as if she was going to use all her strength.

"Brother, kiss Xiao Ai, just a moment."

On the other end of the call, He Ai snickered triumphantly. Although it was very light, Lan Ting still noticed it.

Yes, why is it better to kiss.

"You, you are so bad."

Lan Ting went offline in embarrassment.