good luck

When Song Ji's cold and calm response came, Xu Ting was a little startled.He looked at Song Ji and felt that it was very different from the usual Song Ji.

The corners of the mouth were pursed tightly, the beautiful sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the face was indifferent, even a little impatient.

The tears hanging in the girl's eyes finally fell, and the pear blossoms looked rainy.

Xu Ting couldn't bear to see it, and complained in his heart that Song Ji spoke too directly, and didn't even issue a good person card.

The girl bit her lip, stretched out her hand timidly, and grabbed a small piece of Song Ji's sleeve. "Then...do you have a girl you like?" Song Ji took a step back, avoiding the girl's tugging.

He didn't answer the question. "This has nothing to do with you, go back to study, I'll go first."

Xu Ting stared dumbfounded, what?That's it! It's too much, such a beautiful girl can't be comforted! He was making complaints when he suddenly met Song Ji's gaze.

Song Ji gave him a cold look, turned around and went back to the classroom, looking completely unfamiliar.

The girl's companion ran over to comfort her, and the two went back sadly.

When Xu Ting returned to the classroom, he was a little scared.He was frightened by Song Ji's appearance just now, and stood beside Song Ji's seat blankly, a little afraid to ask him to get up and let himself in.

Song Ji noticed that he was on the side, looked up at him, smiled slightly, and stepped aside.

After the lights were turned off that night, Xu Ting couldn't sleep. In the dark, he repeatedly thought about Song Ji's cold eyes and those cold and merciless responses, and felt that Song Ji was also a bit hard-hearted.

. . .

In fact, Xu Ting really wanted to be like Song Ji.

Whenever he passed by the basketball court and saw Song Ji and a group of boys playing basketball in short-sleeves in the cold weather, watching the big strides attack the layup, and watching the wind blowing over his sweaty body, he felt very envious.

Why can he grow tall, so good at exercising and not afraid of the cold?People are also enthusiastic, always patiently teaching me to write math problems.The grades are good, the last monthly exam was still fifth in grade, this must be a seedling from Qingbei, a typical child from other people's family.Xu Ting rested his chin on both hands, looked at his thin arms, and let out a long and depressed sigh.

He thought endlessly, Song Ji is the mint in human form, the kind everyone likes him.Even if he doesn't have a good attitude towards girls who confess to him, everyone will not think he is arrogant.

Even after the failure of the second class class flower's confession last time, she even said good things for Song Ji. "Song Jiren is really nice. He didn't send me a good person card like other boys and left me with unrealistic hopes. He also told me to study hard!"

And although Song Ji is tall and big, he is very careful.A few days ago, Xu Ting received fruit jelly candies thrown by him, and found that he threw one at random to the surrounding students.

Xu Ting doesn't eat fudge because he thinks it sticks to his teeth.But he also likes the feeling of sharing food with everyone.I don't really want to say that I don't eat fudge, so I put it aside.

After a few days, Song Ji bought another candy and still threw it around, Xu Ting found that except his hard candy, everyone's candy was soft candy.He took it and said thank you in surprise, unpacked it, and ate it happily.

. . .

Xu Ting took his family's golden retriever out for a walk on the weekend night.

Walking near an alley, I saw two men of medium build fighting with a boy in a black coat.

Under the dim orange streetlights, a child who looked like a primary school student was squatting at a corner beside the wall, shivering.

Xu Ting was a little short-sighted, so he narrowed his eyes slightly and walked a few steps over to look.

The man behind Song Ji was taking out a small fruit knife from his trousers pocket.

In the cold weather, Xu Ting immediately broke into a sweat.

"Song Ji!" He let go of the dog leash without thinking, picked up a wooden barrel not far away and rushed over to throw the man in the back.

The man swiped the fruit knife backwards, and the back of Xu Tie's hand was bloody in an instant.

Seeing his master being bullied, the golden retriever yelled twice, bit the man's right leg and threw him to the ground.

The other man saw that the situation was wrong, so he stopped fighting Song Ji, and left his companion lying on the ground crying and fled.

"Xu Ting, are you alright? Is there a big wound on your hand? Is there any other injuries?"

Song Ji didn't go after the fleeing gangster, he bent down to check the wound on the back of Xu Ting's hand, and asked Xu Ting who was kneeling on the ground with limp legs.At the same time, he called the police to explain the situation.

"It hurts...it hurts..." Xu Ting sat on the cold ground and regretted it. He knew that his meatloaf was so good, and he shouldn't be a hero just now.

When he was a child, he always got injections for colds, and it was common for him to go to the hospital, so he was particularly afraid of pain.

At this moment, he could only yell about the pain in a low voice, and he had no energy to care about anything else.

Song Ji saw him pursing his lips, tears rolling out of his eyes one by one, and hitting his hands hotly, he felt a little flustered.

"Don't cry, Xu Ting, don't cry."

"I saw that the wound was not deep, but it looked scary."

"It hurts...it hurts...won't you let me cry!"

Xu Ting sobbed aggrievedly.

Song Ji's tone became more and more gentle, "No, it's cold and my face hurts from crying. Then let's go to a nearby clinic first. Okay?" He took off his coat, and wrapped Xu Tiao's bleeding wound with his sleeve first.

"Can you go? Let's leave your dog here and come back later, okay? It's cold on the ground, get up first."

Song Ji tried to help Xu Ting, but Xu Ting was so frightened that his legs were still weak.Twice, he staggered limply and fell into Song Ji's arms.

Song Ji simply carried him on his back.

"Yeah..." Xu Ting lay on Song Ji's back, weak because of the pain in his hands, and agreed softly. "Meatloaf, wait here." Meatloaf bit the man and groaned twice.

Song Ji said to the pupil-looking child who shrank aside: "It's all right, the police uncle will be here later. Don't be afraid, you go with your brothers first. I'll come back later to take you home, okay?"

Although the child still looked frightened, he obediently stood up and followed Song Ji.

They hadn't gone far before the police arrived.I had no choice but to go back and explain the situation clearly.

"Those two gangsters robbed this child, I just passed by and saw..."

After explaining the situation, the police saw that Xu Ting's wounds were not serious, so they sent them to the hospital first, left their mobile phone numbers, and took away the gangster and the child.

Song Ji carried Xu Ting on his back, with a dog leash tied around his wrist, Roubing followed behind them obediently and silently.

"Hey, Xu Ting, why don't you call your parents and tell them that your hand is hurt?"

"No, my house is only 20 minutes' walk from here. It's not too far. The wound is not deep. Let's go to the clinic for disinfection."

Xu Ting rested his chin on Song Ji's shoulder, and his voice was muffled. "Tell them specifically that they will definitely run out now and arrest me to the hospital. If they rush there at night, they will be closed. I hate hospitals the most."

Xu Ting sighed, "I came out to walk the dog happily, but I'm still too generous."

Under the street lamp, the overlapping shadows of Xu Ting and Song Ji dragged along for a long time.

Song Ji couldn't help laughing out loud, "Thank you just now, Xu Ting. You are quite fierce, and I didn't notice it usually, you scared me."

"You should be thankful that I made it right, if I hadn't shown my loyalty today, you would have been stabbed.

But you're my deskmate, it's okay to get a little injury. "Xu Ting babbled, he still felt the pain, and wanted to say something to divert it.

On the streets at night, they chatted about Xu Ting's favorite anime and comics, which cartoons they watched when they were young, and about Song Ji's favorite basketball team.

After going to the clinic to pack up the wound, Song Ji still knelt down and prepared to carry Xu Ting home. "You don't need to carry it, you don't need to carry it, your legs are no longer weak."

"Then I'll take you back." Song Ji patted Xu Ting's head.

Xu Ting said no, but in the end Song Ji sent him home.

Xu Ting felt that since last weekend he ran into Song Jilu and drew his sword to help others when he saw injustice, and he himself drew his sword to help Song Ji with loyalty and was slashed by the knife.

Song Ji was much closer to himself.

This feeling is a bit strange, maybe Song Ji himself didn't notice it, but a sensitive and introverted person like Xu Ting can quickly feel the difference.

For example, Song Ji still gave him lectures as before, but he was not as polite as before.Now every time I give him a question, I say that he is stupid, and he must not have listened to it in class. The teacher has explained such questions all over and still can't.

If Xu Ting still couldn't fully understand after he told himself again.Song Ji tapped Xu Ting's forehead with a pen, saying that he wanted to enlighten him, or rubbed his head, mocking him for having a brain hanging around his neck for nothing.

Xu Ting felt that his head was going to be rubbed bald by him, he was miserable but he couldn't fight back, so he could only bear it submissively every time, complaining silently in his heart.

It would be better not to save him, how polite it was before.

The evening self-study on Thursday was not as quiet as usual, because the students were a little restless because they would be able to go home tomorrow.Even Xu Ting, a good student, was not writing questions but was scribbling on sketch paper.

After Song Ji finished the homework he set for himself today, he began to flirt with Xu Ting again.

He leaned over to rest his arm on his chin, and lay down on the vacant spot on Xu Ting's desk to watch Xu Ting draw.

"Hey, hey, Xu Ting." Song Ji bumped Xu Ting's arm with his elbow, "You can also draw a portrait of me, okay?" Song Ji asked softly.

"Not good." Xu Ting didn't want to talk to him coldly.

"why not"

"You are ugly."

"I'm ugly! I'm still ugly, do you have eyesight!" Song Ji slowly approached Xu Ting's face from bottom to top.

"Look carefully, look carefully, am I ugly?"

Xu Ting raised his eyes to meet Shang Song Ji's peach-blossom eyes, which were swarthy, and when viewed from this angle, the ends of his eyes were raised up a little charmingly.

With just one glance, Xu Ting moved away in a panic. He felt his ears burn when they were too close.

"I look good, please draw me a picture." Song Ji didn't feel Xu Ting's strangeness, thinking that he still didn't like to talk to him.

He leaned close to Xu Ting's ear and whispered purposely in a low voice: "Just draw me a picture, can you?"

"Take a shot..."

Xu Ting rubbed for a while, his whole face turned red.

"Okay...Okay...I'll draw for you, stay away from me."

"Also, don't call me 擐擐!"

Song Ji deliberately called Xu Ting that way because a costume drama is currently on the air, and it is highly discussed, and the male protagonist in the drama is called the female protagonist Huanhuan.Even people like Xu Ting who don't watch TV shows very much have heard of it.

"Hahahahahaha, you see that you are still shy. It seems that this trick is quite effective." Song Ji backed away and leaned back on his desk, "You can just draw me like this, just this pose." He bowed his head Focus, do melancholy.

Xu Ting had no choice but to turn over a blank sketch paper and draw one for him.