Words First ABO

"Sorry," Bai Aize's face was stern, his brain was running at an unprecedented speed, trying to find a decent excuse for his behavior just now, "I..."

"Are you fucking well hidden?" Shang Chu's toes approached half a step, "Being robbed? Being bullied? I fucking thought I was a martial arts hero who hoeed the strong and helped the weak, and you were the one who didn't show my feelings." You are the proud son of heaven, I am a fool, right?"

He is half a head shorter than Bai Aize, looking down from Bai Aize's angle, his black eyelashes and reddish nose just come into view.

Bai Aize frowned slightly, and said, "I haven't."

"You haven't?" Shang Chu smiled coldly.

Bai Aize looked at Shang Chu quietly, and calmly repeated under the fierce gaze of a young cat hunter: "I haven't, I've never thought about it that way before."

Shang Chu's thin back was like a tight bow, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging: "In the alley of the village in the city, those two hooligans robbed you, why didn't you resist?"

Bai Aize said, "Too lazy to do it."

"The few people led by Jiang Xuecheng are targeting you everywhere, but you don't fight back, are you too lazy to do anything?"

Bai Aize nodded, and said lightly, "Yes, it's not necessary."

There was no light in the locker room, the door was closed, and the room was dimly lit and full of dust.The faint sunlight was projected into the room through the glass windows, Shang Chu stood with the backlight, his too beautiful face was immersed in the semi-darkness.

The tip of his sweat-wet hair rested on his forehead, his breathing was a little heavy, and his chest heaved greatly: "You let me do that last trick because you were lazy? Because it was unnecessary?"

"No," Bai Aize's flat tone suddenly fluctuated, "It's because..."

"Because of what?" Shang Chu stared firmly into his eyes, "Tell me."

Bai Aize closed his eyes, his forehead twitched, his mind went blank suddenly, and he couldn't even find a suitable word to explain this matter away.

"Say!" Shang Chu burst out a word coldly.

Bai Aize pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

--How to say?Said that I suddenly lost my head during the fight, and was distracted by looking at you, so I didn't have time to dodge your last punch?

This reason was so lame that even Bai Aize himself thought it was extremely absurd.

The air carried a strong smell of gray mold, and the dust almost blocked the entire nasal cavity.

Shang Chu's eyes were sharp, staring straight at Bai Aize, his heart beating violently.

After a silent confrontation, Shang Chu let go of Bai Aize, took a step back, and said with a sneer, "Okay, Second Young Master Bai, right? You're awesome, you're awesome."

The tightly closed iron door was violently opened, and it slammed heavily on the wall with a "bang", and the north wind howled in, stirring up dust all over the place with a "wow".

Bai Aize leaned against the metal wardrobe, looked at Shang Chu's back striding away through the gray dust, raised his hand and pressed his forehead, and sighed silently.

Shang Chu, with his hostility and frustration of nowhere to vent, walked aimlessly around in the wind. On the way, he kicked five stones away, crushed three soda cans, and kicked more than ten tree stumps. The stuffy and astringent feeling of blockage in his heart finally cleared up a little bit, he took a deep breath, and then - "Ah Choo!"

He flinched, and the snot splashed out, only then did he remember that the coat was still left in the dressing room.

"......Hold!"

Shang Chu turned back and walked towards the locker room, walked more than ten meters, then turned back with a stern face.

What if Bai Aize is still inside?How embarrassing for him to go back?

If I knew it was so cold, I just put on my coat and hit him again!

Fuck his uncle's Bai Aize!

Shang Chu crossed his arms and squatted among the tree stumps on the ground, trying to keep out the cold—but these tree stumps were used to train them to balance, and they were only as high as the calf, and they couldn't block the wind at all.

Fuck his uncle's stump!

The cold wind blew past his ears like a blade, Shang Chu shivered and sneezed earth-shatteringly.

"Ah - sneeze!"

He raised his hand to wipe his nose, he didn't really want to go back to the dormitory right now, he didn't have the mind to talk to anyone, he had to quiet down and think about it.

There was a thorn in Shang Chu's heart, he knew he was wrong, he also knew that he was too extreme and conceited, but he had to think and think, he couldn't let this thorn stick to him forever.

He buried his head in his arms, stood up after a few seconds, and ran towards the gate of the base.

"What are you doing! Don't let them go out!" Sitting in the security room, the uncle knocked on the window with his baton, and shouted into the loudspeaker, "Isn't tomorrow a holiday? Go back to the dormitory!"

Shang Chu buttoned the glass and said, "Master, I won't go, let me go in to keep warm!"

"What?!" The uncle was a little deaf and couldn't hear clearly through the glass, and shouted, "You young man! What are you doing running around! Go back!"

Shang Chu: "I won't go out!"

Uncle: "Go back, go back!"

Shang Chu: "I don't want to go out!"

Uncle: "If you don't leave, I'll call your teacher!"

"..." Shang Chu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I don't——ah, choo!"

Although the uncle's ears are not good, his eyes are still good. Seeing Shang Chu sneezed, he quickly opened the door and dragged him into the room: "Oh, what are you doing, you little fool! It's so cold outside, Zhuzhu said It's only two degrees today! It's going to snow in a few days!"

Being roasted so warmly by the heater, Shang Chu felt that the blood all over his body was a little alive. He didn't see him, took a disposable cup, took a cup of hot water from the water dispenser, held it in his hand, and asked: " Who is Zhuzhu? Your wife?"

"If only that would be great!" The uncle gave him a blank look, and tapped the desktop computer on the table, "It's the weather forecast host of Dongfang TV!"

Shang Chu let out a loud "Pu Chi", the uncle probably came from the south, spoke a strong local accent, scolded him, and sprinkled a few goji berries into his glass at the same time.

"I'll just sit for a while." Shang Chu said, "I won't go out, and I won't bother you."

"I don't understand what your younger generations are thinking." The uncle shook his hand, sat back in the rattan chair, and continued to watch the blind date program on the computer.

Shang Chu said that he just came to sit for a while, and he really sat.

There was an old-fashioned clock hanging on the wall, and the second hand ticked more than ten times. Shang Chu suddenly asked, "Master, do you have any cigarettes? I'll smoke one."

The uncle hurriedly stuffed a red box on the table into his sleeve, and shook his head hastily: "No, no, no!"

"I've seen it all." Shang Chu stretched out his index finger and pointed at the uncle's sleeve.

"Oh, let your teacher know, you will scold me to death!" The uncle firmly disagreed.

"Just one," Shang Chu smiled, "I feel uncomfortable."

The uncle was taken aback, and slowly took out the cigarette case from his sleeve: "One?"

"Well," Shang Chu smiled, "It's not too uncomfortable, just one stick will do."

The smoke is Yuxi. This is the first time Shangchu smokes this brand. He usually buys Double Happiness or Great Harvest, which are cheap.

The strong smell of tobacco scrambled into the nostrils, Shang Chu raised his head slightly and let out a deep breath.

"You little boy, you are young, you have been smoking for a long time, right?" The uncle also lit one for himself.

"Seven or eight years." Shang Chu said, "I don't remember clearly."

The uncle snorted and pushed his lips, protruding a beautiful round smoke ring.

"Why are you uncomfortable? Did you fail the exam?"

Shang Chu thought for a while and replied, "Almost."

"I knew it," said the uncle, "my little grandson, every time he didn't get the little red flower in kindergarten, he would have this expression when he got home, just like you!"

Shang Chu moved his wrist and shook the soot.

"Then how can there be someone who is the No. The weather forecast is the same, sometimes sunny and sometimes rainy, that's normal."

Shang Chu bowed his head in silence, the last scene in the combat training repeatedly appeared in his mind——

Bai Aize didn't know why, he seemed to be in a daze for a moment, he punched first, but the muscles in his right shoulder were extremely stiff, the moment his fist cut through the air, he knew he had lost.

He was eager to win, the center of gravity of his whole body had not been adjusted, and he was still on his knees. When he made a move, his body was out of balance. It was Bai Aize who supported him in time.

Shang Chu was very clear, it doesn't matter if Bai Aize let him or not, he lost.

The nicotine rushed into his lungs, which made him more awake.

The little thorn in his heart made him ache.

Shang Chu watched the ash fall into the porcelain white jar, which hurt his eyes.

In the variety show, a male guest returned home without a feather. In the background sound, the female singer sang softly, "Fate is a rare thing. It doesn't make you happy if you fight for it." Zhuzhu's weather forecast said that sometimes it will be sunny and sometimes rainy; Is there someone who is No.1 in the general exam...

All kinds of voices scrambled in his ears, and then the long hiss of the ambulance——

Then, the doctor in a white coat and a light blue mask announced coldly, "Is Xu Hui's family? He lost too much blood, and the rescue is futile."

Xu Hui, right?

He froze for a moment before he remembered, oh, Xu Hui is his mother, he is Xu Hui's family.

The nurse said that Xu Hui was clutching a piece of paper when she died, and she didn't know what was written on it. It should be very important, and the family should take it home for safekeeping.

Shang Chu knew what it was—it was his certificate, it said that he had won the first place in the class, but the handwriting was all stained red with blood, and nothing could be seen.

There is a pot of boiling porridge in my mind, buzzing and chaotic.

"Exams, there are winners and losers..."

"Is Xu Hui's family here? Rescue is futile..."

"Take this piece of paper home..."

"Let's applaud and invite the next male guest!"

......

It's too loud, it's too loud.

Shang Chu shook his head vigorously, stabbed his fingertips, only to realize that he was burned by the butt of a cigarette.

He pressed the extinguishing light, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Shang Chu didn't know why he became irritable, was it because of the "lose" itself, or because the "lost" was Bai Aize.

It was the airborne soldier whom he had always regarded as an idiot, the rich man who had always been looked down upon by everyone, and he even self-righteously settled several troubles for him.

But today, he lost to Bai Aize.

His arrogance, arrogance, and arrogance have all become bullshit, and the unprecedented frustration is like a flood, making him breathless.

Although Shang Chu's reason clearly told him that it was not Bai Aize's fault, what did Bai Aize do wrong?

Even at the last moment of the struggle, he was able to reach out to help him.

The Second Young Master Bai has achieved the ultimate in upbringing and demeanor, but Shang Chu is still afraid. That gorgeous certificate stained red with blood has bound his hands and feet day and night. He is afraid that his name will not be at the top of the list, and he needs countless Nos. .1 piled up together, in order to restore the handwriting that was covered in blood that year one by one.

That was the proudest and proudest thing in Ms. Xu Hui's short and tragic life.

"Finished?" The uncle squinted at him, "Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"A little more," Shang Chu confessed, his voice a little hoarse, "Uncle, there is someone who is stronger than me, what should I do?"

"Then congratulate him," the uncle said lightly, "It's not bad to keep three and fight for two!"

"No." Shang Chu raised his head, put his arms over his eyes, and his voice trembled imperceptibly, "I must...be No.1."

The uncle looked at the young man who suddenly broke into the security room, shook his head, and smiled, grabbed a handful of goji berries and put them in a small plastic bag.

"Little boy, if you think so, you will be unhappy."

"I don't want to be happy," Shang Chu opened his mouth, exhaled heavily, and his voice was intermittent, "I want to be number one. Uncle, there is a thorn that is piercing me, it hurts, and I want to pull it out, really."

"If you want to be number one," the uncle tightened the bag, "then you will become stronger and stronger than him."

Shang Chu lowered his arms slowly, revealing a pair of red eyes.

The old man stuffed the plastic bag containing wolfberries into his trouser pocket, and patted him on the shoulder: "Who said you have to pull out the thorns? Nonsense! That thorn is actually a small sapling. You water it every day." water, it will grow into a big tree."

"Sapling?" Shang Chu murmured, "Big tree."

"Yes, it is something to protect you." The uncle laughed heartily, "Go back, don't come here to cheat cigarettes next time, Yuxi, Yunnan, a pack of more than twenty!"

Shang Chu walked back, the wind made him unable to open his eyes.

Downstairs in the dormitory stood a man with broad shoulders and long legs, with a coat draped over his arms, standing by the cluster of colorful roots, and an orange wild cat crouching at his feet.

Shang Chu paused, then walked up calmly, took the coat and put it on, and said in a muffled voice, "Thank you."

"Well," Bai Aize said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Stop!" Shang Chu raised his hand to interrupt him, "No need."

"Then..." Bai Aize frowned and thought about it, as if he was a little distressed, "Do you need comfort?"

"...Thank you, and I don't need it." Shang Chu zipped up and blew his nose.

The kittens circled around them, meowing and meowing.

Shangchu put his hands in his coat pockets, rolled his eyes a few times, a little embarrassed, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito, "Well, I'm sorry."

Bai Aize was startled, then smiled with his lips curled up: "I don't need this either."

"Does that need comfort?" Shang Chu imitated what he said just now, deliberately embarrassing him.

"Need." Bai Aize turned to look at him and said with a smile.

"...Get out!" Shang Chu cursed, and burst out laughing.