What if there are no inhibitors?

In physical education class, it was hot outside, and Song Zhiwei and the boys in his class were playing basketball on the indoor basketball court.

The girls around were either sitting in the stands doing homework or standing on the edge of the basketball court. Although they didn't know much about basketball, it was interesting to see Song Zhiwei and Han Lu sweating.

Song Zhiwei didn't know how to play basketball before, but he was eager to try again. Later, Han Lu taught him alone one night. With his excellent athletic ability, he is now able to run with him.

Although the level of playing is not very good, except for Han Lu and Jian Chao, everyone else is equally divided. If you hold a ball and fight to see who has the most handsome dribbling posture, you can relax and relieve your boredom.

Jian Chao jumped up and raised his hand to shoot a two-pointer, and Song Zhiwei was going to catch the falling ball.

As a result, the ball was not received, but a person was received.

Maybe because someone was chasing after him just now, Jian Chao's take-off was so urgent that he turned a weird posture in the air and threw it at Song Zhiwei next to him.

"Be careful--"

Everything happened so fast, before Han Lu had time to remind, Jian Chao and Song Zhiwei fell to the ground like stacked arhats, and the person who heard the sound of hitting the ground felt pain.

"Gosh."

"Song Zhiwei and Jian Chao fell down."

Now not only a few boys playing basketball together, but also girls outside the basketball court ran over, forming a small circle with three levels of concern inside and outside.

Jian Chao got up like a normal person, and couldn't help Song Zhiwei: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Someone asked him, "Jian Chao, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, there's a cushion underneath, it doesn't hurt."

When Song Zhiwei was helped up by Han Lu, he saw that the top of his head was full of heads, blooming in all directions like flowers.

He felt dizzy for a while, supported his waist and hissed softly a few times.

Han Lu supported him with one hand: "Don't move, where is your pain, where is your discomfort?"

It was very painful when I was hit, but now when I recovered from it, it was fine, but the foot was thrown out, and now it is a dull pain, as if I can't exert strength.

Song Zhiwei felt his whole body and said: "It's okay, everything else is fine, but my foot seems to be sprained."

Jian Chao was even more sad.

People around rushed to persuade: "Send it to the infirmary."

Song Zhiwei's painful ankle seemed to be pierced by iron nails. He hugged his ankle and didn't know when he would be able to survive the excruciating pain.

Didn't quite hear what the people around them were saying.

Han Lu squatted in front of Song Zhiwei: "Come up, I'll carry you to the infirmary."

With the help of others, Song Zhiwei leaned on Han Lu, remembering that he would meet him every time he was unlucky.

"Same table..." Song Zhiwei called out pitifully, with unspeakable melancholy.

Han Lu asked Jian Chao to tell the physical education teacher, and then carried Song Zhiwei to the infirmary by himself.

After the two left, the tone of the girls in their class said: "Wow, they are so sweet."

"I just saw Han Lu's face was particularly terrified, probably because he was afraid that Song Zhiwei would fall."

"Really? I didn't see it clearly. In fact, I have always felt that although their faces are not of the same type, they are very suitable."

Jian Chao turned his head slightly, and looked at the two girls in disbelief.

Has Han Yul's sexuality been exposed?

No, he is the only one the whole school knows about.

Seeing his gaze, the two female classmates laughed and walked away, leaving only Jian Chao with question marks all over his head: When did they know?

No, the point should be why are they together?

On the way, Song Zhiwei had already slowed down for a while, and in his impression, this was actually the first time someone carried him on his back.

The hands supporting his thighs are very strong, and his steps are very steady. His shoulders are a little wider than his, and the school uniform is supported in style.

There is no unpleasant smell of sweat even after playing in the summer.

Han Lu suddenly tilted his head.

Song Zhiwei was immersed in his discovery, his eyes brightened.

Han Lu is really as clean as his behavior.

His papers are sorted by size, month, and publishing house, and his sheets are two very regular parallel lines.

Song Zhiwei sniffed himself and Han Lu's neck to make sure he didn't smell bad.

Han Lu shrank his neck again and taught him, "Don't move around."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Song Zhiwei lay down quietly.

Han Lu walked forward in silence, and carried Song Zhiwei to the infirmary.

It was just an ordinary sprain, and the doctor quickly bandaged it.After finishing the work, I gave a few doctor's orders and left the cubicle, leaving a small space here on the hospital bed.

It was time for class now, but it seemed that Song Zhiwei had something to say to him, so Han Lu didn't leave.

Song Zhiwei said: "It feels like you saved me every time."

Han Lu's heart skipped a beat, he is a pure guy, this sentence is almost ambiguous to his ears.

** and attachment.

He has never been in a relationship, but he knows that he likes men, and when he meets good-looking male stars, he will judge them according to his own aesthetics, but there are no more, and he has no one he likes.

There is quite a "fate" between Song Zhiwei and Song Zhiwei, and it is true that he cannot be treated like Jian Chao.

He really didn't like boys who were too "soft" before, he liked those with a sense of conquest, and he even dared to swear to Jian Chao that he and Song Zhiwei had no chance.

But Song Zhiwei was different from others, only his soft side in front of him surprised him.

He said to Song Zhiwei: "It's actually a trivial matter, and you don't have to buy water for me anymore."

In summer, Song Zhiwei brought him a bottle of refrigerated drink every day.

The water this person drank was contracted by me.

The water I drink every day is given by Song Zhiwei.

If you think about it this way, you will have an inexplicable sense of fetters and belonging.

But Nutrition Express, Coke, Vita, Fruit Orange, Fanta...

Flowers are given away every day, but I never brought him a bottle of mineral water.

Jian Chao looked at his eyes from "surprised" to "understanding" to "hahaha you also have a really fragrant day."

Not to mention how long it took Zhenxiang to arrive that day, anyway, he was washed and washed by Jian Chao from head to toe B times.

I really regret not accepting Song Zhiwei's medical expenses at that time.

The most important thing is that there is no mineral water.

Song Zhiwei was a little embarrassed and uncomfortable when he was told, his fingers scratched and scratched on the quilt.

He is good at dealing with others who treat him badly, but he is not good at dealing with others who treat him well.

He wanted to repay Han Lu with flowers, but at this moment, the previous favor has not been repaid, and now there is a new favor, and Han Lu directly refuses.

If Han Lu: No, then how should he get along with him.

Song Zhiwei pursed his lips: "Oh, then..." His moist eyes stared at the blue quilt and moved left and right: "Then what else do you need?"

"Then change to mineral water, but it's only September, don't buy it next month. You really don't have much money for your medicine, otherwise I would have asked you to pay it back."

"But there are many other things besides medicine."

For example, I will ask some strange questions, some questions that I feel **** after I can adapt to the new life now, it seems that I have just been released after living in prison for decades.

You said it everywhere without fuss at all.

For example, I will repeatedly ask basic questions in the coursework.

For example, you actually wanted to intervene in the matter of Du Xu.

Han Lu said: "Except for the medical expenses, everything else is mutual help. One day you can help me too. Do you have to measure the value once I carry you today? Song Zhiwei, I am the bearer?"

"Ah, no." Song Zhiwei wanted to laugh at his description.

Both of them laughed, and their anger dissipated a little.

As long as the students with heavy textbooks are not injured in the head, they can basically study with the injury.

But Song Zhiwei was a little dizzy and wanted to lie down in the infirmary for a while.

Han Lu went back to class alone.

Today is the 23rd, which is a bit of a sign of the unexpected arrival.