What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei walked into the classroom when the evening self-study was about to start. The back door was facing his original position. Jian Chao leaned on the table, and it looked like Kan Dashan was chatting with Guo Han.

Song Zhiwei wanted to pass from behind.

Jian Chao saw him suddenly roll his eyes, and there was a light of interest in them.He turned his stool 180 degrees and moved his legs forward.

Song Zhiwei wanted to go to his seat from the back row of the classroom, but was stopped by someone.

Jian Chao raised his eyebrows together, and looked at him cheaply: "Song Zhiwei, I have given you my excellent and perfect tablemate, do you have anything to say?" He straightened up: "For example, thank you I."

Song Zhiwei asked back: "Your? When is it yours?"

"Hey, hello." Jian Chao shouted loudly, "What's yours is yours."

This made the whole class amused, it was the kind of smile that you understand and I understand, mixed with youthful heckling.

Song Zhiwei gave Jian Chao a gouged look, and kicked Jian Chao's foot away: "Get out of the way."

Jian Chao quickly withdrew his foot, jokingly, kicking it was not useless.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows at Han Lu: How about it!Are you comfortable?Enough bro?How does it feel to be ambiguous with Song Zhiwei in public?

Han Lu raised his eyebrows, his attitude was between "interesting" and "but I don't care".

Jian Chao is angry: I just pretend to be forced.

Song Zhiwei had two bottles of Coke in his hand, and he handed one of them to Han Lu.

Maybe it's because he wants to grow old in the past year, maybe it's because of the fun of Tu Hanlu.

Jian Chao's IQ suddenly rose strangely at this time. He remembered that the people who delivered things to Han Lu in the past either entrusted others to deliver them, or secretly stuffed them into the hole in his table. The most daring thing was to put Han Lu's noodles on Han Lu's table. up.

If Song Zhiwei had been in the same class as them, he would have known that when no one "gifted a gift", it was handed directly to Han Lu.

And Song Zhiwei didn't care at all. Anyone who cared a little bit knew that Han Lu didn't drink soda.

He dared to bet: yesterday's bottle of Nutrition Express Han Lu was for politeness, but today's bottle will never be accepted.

Han Lu took the Coke that was still smoking, and asked Song Zhiwei, "Why did you buy me another bottle?"

Song Zhiwei thought that it would be impossible to just say thank you directly. Han Lu was so stubborn that he didn't want to accept his own gratitude, and saying thank you seemed polite.

He blinked, "I just want to buy it for you, don't you want to drink?"

He took a sip of what he had in his hands, and the unique delicacy went from his mouth to his stomach, and relieved the exhaustion all over his body. He raised his voice, "It's delicious."

Han Lu couldn't help laughing, and suddenly thought that just listening to Song Zhiwei's tone, he couldn't imagine what he looked like when he hit someone.

"Thank you then."

Song Zhiwei smiled until his eyes turned into crescents, "You're welcome."

Han Lu had never seen such bright eyes, the corners of his lips raised a little, he unscrewed the lid of the Coke and took a sip.

Sometimes his taste is very old-fashioned, for example, he only likes to drink alkaline pure water or boiled water.

But today I think this coke is pretty good, very sweet.

Seeing that he finally drank the water, Song Zhiwei went in from behind him and sat down in the seat inside.

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After the evening self-study, because the two are at the same table and in the same dormitory, they naturally waited to go back to the dormitory together.

After leaving the teaching building, Han Lu faced Song Zhiwei: "Go back first, I'll go to the playground."

Song Zhiwei was puzzled: "It's so late, what are you doing on the playground?"

Han Lu said, "I have the habit of running at night."

Song Zhiwei looked at him with bright eyes.

He paused: "Go together?"

"Okay." Song Zhiwei laughed.

He didn't want to go back to the dormitory and do nothing.

It turned out that there were many people in the playground. Song Zhiwei observed with great interest. The street light on the playground was like a small orange lamp, not too bright, but he could see the road clearly.

There are green paths around the playground, and some insects can be heard. This is the coolest time of the day, but this coolness is different from winter, and it still feels like summer.

Some people are reading English aloud on the playground, some people are sitting on the lawn chatting and hugging, but more people are walking or running on the track like them.

After walking half a circle, Song Zhiwei came to his senses and asked Han Lu: "Didn't you say you want to run at night? Why don't you run?"

Han Lu said, "It doesn't matter if you run or not, I just want to come to the playground."

"why?"

Han Lu thought that Song Zhiwei was asking about the root cause of not running, but he actually meant that Song Zhiwei didn't run with him.

He was going to give any reason to prevaricate.

But Song Zhiwei continued: "The playground is very dark. You can't see the people hugging each other over there. Why do you want to come to the playground?"

This is the boy who just ran two long-distance long-distance runners, and they turned around and shouted, "Han Lu, I ran into you again."

"Aren't you running?"

"Turn around today." Han Lu replied to them, the two ran away, he turned his head and shrugged at Song Zhiwei: "Look, you can still see clearly."

Song Zhiwei: I feel offended.

But it doesn't matter, originally he didn't want to run away, it would be better if Han Lu could accompany him.

The two girls walked past them bluffing, then turned around, you bumped me, I hit you, they were very noisy.

Because they were so close, Song Zhiwei could still see their smiling faces clearly.

They greeted Song Zhiwei and the people behind Han Lu, "Hurry up."

"It's so slow, you guys, I won't wait for you."

"Here we come." Two girls who were also bluffing followed up behind, complaining, "You guys are running too fast."

The two of them walked backwards like the previous two: "I think walking backwards is better for blood circulation."

"Really."

Because he didn't chat with Han Lu or play with his mobile phone, Song Zhiwei was subconsciously attracted to them who were closest to him.

I watched them aimlessly from having a hard time talking about homework to going back to the dormitory to apply a mask together.

Finally, Han Lu couldn't help but look up at the group of girls.

A girl couldn't help laughing out loud, turned around and ran away.

The others saw her run away, and they all ran away like a popped balloon.

Song Zhiwei could still hear them laughing and cursing——

"You coward, what are you running for?"

"It's not cowardice, it's embarrassment."

"Embarrassing fart, it's embarrassing for you to run away suddenly now."

Han Lu suddenly asked him, "What are you looking at?"

Song Zhiwei looked away: "Look at the front, they should be in the same dormitory, right?"

"Hmm." Han Lu replied lazily.

Song Zhiwei suddenly discovered that the relationship between people who are all in the same dormitory will be better because they have more contacts.

Of course, it was the deskmate who had more contact with him than his roommate. He silently glanced at the person who was walking casually next to him. From the side view, the boy's nose bridge was very good, tall and straight, and his eyelashes were thick.I heard it's still a school grass.

It seems that people in any world have the same aesthetics.

It would be great if we can become good friends with Han Yul, he is very kind.