What if there are no inhibitors?

Song Zhiwei's breathing became short, and he knew that if he communicated too frequently and believed in this person too much, he would definitely show his feet.

But the cake in front of him was so beautiful that he couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it?"

"At the end of this month, there will be a high school basketball league in the city. I got you a spot as an assistant to the basketball team."

"what do you need?"

"Nothing is needed, just the registration and the distribution of mineral water. Originally, only the team leader is needed, but I added your name."

"Okay." Song Zhiwei nodded and said, "But how do you know that I will ask for leave from the 25th to the 27th?"

"Didn't you invite him twice?" Han Lu asked back.

"Would it be weird?"

"It would be a bit strange if it was this time every time."

Song Zhiwei fell into silence for a while, if that was the case, he would have wanted to play the role of an ignorant gangster, skipping classes from time to time every month to cover up the real truth, but he just made up his mind to study hard.

Han Lu said: "But it doesn't matter if you can tell the reason, just think of one, it's not a big deal."

Song Zhiwei nodded in agreement.

Because the school will go out to play games on behalf of the school at the end of the month, in the last week, the school basketball team will use the time for dinner to go to the basketball court to practice, and Song Zhiwei will pack a lunch box and bring it to the basketball court for the actual meal, and then they will spend 5 minutes to finish it.

However, it is best not to exercise vigorously after eating, so when Song Zhiwei took a bag of lunch to the basketball court, he put them on the corner of the ground to rest. Fortunately, it was summer, so he didn’t have to worry about the food being too cold to swallow.

At this time, the field was already in full swing. Everyone was sweating on their foreheads, their faces were flushed, and they were yelling with smoke in their voices: "Return to defense, return to defense."

They all wore changed jerseys and shorts, and they looked very professional.

Because I ran too fast and braked too quickly, all kinds of sneakers were always rubbing against the basketball floor.

Angry and nervous.

When Han Lu finished his blue shot and landed, his jersey was rolled up by the wind, exposing his waist with beautiful abs.

"nice shot!"

His teammates clapped his hands together to celebrate a perfect ball.

Teacher Wang, the head teacher, walked to Song Zhiwei unconsciously. Song Zhiwei called him and turned his eyes on the field again.

Then I heard Teacher Wang's evaluation: "You played pretty well, didn't you?"

"Ah."

Then, Mr. Wang turned around with his hands behind his back at the edge of the basketball court, taking a look at the court for a "hey" and a glance at the court for a "tsk".

A tone of pride and regret.

Song Zhiwei was dissatisfied and said, "Didn't they play well?"

"That's good, but how can I make up for the wasted time?" Mr. Wang knew that the school team had asked Han Lu to represent the school many times before, and Han Lu had never agreed to it, so he suddenly joined.

By the way, I also added an assistant to his deskmate.

Forget about Han Lu, he is a man of his own mind.

But he didn't want to give Song Zhiwei approval, but thinking that the child's parents didn't understand him, he wasn't too rebellious, and he was serious about studying, so he finally gave the green light.

Song Zhiwei sighed: "Teacher, you think too much, it is impossible for Han Lu to delay his studies."

Mr. Wang agreed with this, but he hoped that Han Lu would be the champion of the city or even the province next year. This would be the golden signboard of their school activities, but there is no need to tell the children about these things.

He scolded Song Zhiwei: "You still have the face to say that his grades can keep up, what about you?"

Song Zhiwei fell silent for a moment, thinking that my grades can also remain the same, but I'm afraid you will be angry if I say it.He stared at the field, as if he was deaf to what was going on outside the window.

Mr. Wang wandered around before leaving.

The people on the field are fine people, and they slowly gathered around to eat after the teacher left.

In the summer, playing basketball and coke are the best match. Many people thanked Song Zhiwei for the iced coke they bought as a treat, and stood up with their own lunch boxes to eat.

Discuss tactics while eating: "Your defense is in place today..."

"You can't buckle your hat, it's too late."

"... "

Because Song Zhiwei took up the role of an assistant during the game and did not do anything, he hoped to help everyone do something more during the few days of practice, and ask everyone to drink water from time to time.

He also bought water today, and the last bottle was mineral water, which he handed to Han Lu.

Unlike those boys who can't wait to drink half a bottle in one breath.

Han Lu took a sip slowly, and after screwing on the bottle cap, he held the water and poured ice on Song Zhiwei's flushed face.

Song Zhiwei flinched coldly, kicking him with round eyes.

He smiled and said, "You know I like drinking mineral water this time?"

Song Zhiwei snorted: "Your little fans know that I have become an assistant every day. Ah, our school god likes to drink mineral water!"

While talking, he also learned facial expressions, but they are not as cute as the girl's, it's just very exaggerated.

Han Lu laughed uncontrollably, his eyes were full of small smiles, and he stared at Song Zhiwei seriously.

A strange feeling flashed across Song Zhiwei's heart, but he hadn't waited for him to figure it out.

Jian Chao booed loudly: "Where are you young couple, what are you talking about?"

As soon as the voice fell, the audience burst into laughter.

Those boys looked over and thanked Song Zhiwei: "I'm sorry, I've cost you again."

"It doesn't matter, you are all trying to win glory for the school, so I will support you in a disguised form." In fact, only he himself knows, and he is just trying to feel at ease.

"What are we? Are we in the honor of Mrs. Law?"

"Hahaha."

Everyone enjoyed this kind of joke. Song Zhiwei could understand their jokes very well, but he just smiled helplessly, not very angry.

--

that is…

When looking at Han Lu, the other party looked at him strangely.

Song Zhiwei looked at him suspiciously.

Han Lu took a sip of water, pressed his tongue against the side of his face, and raised his hand to rub Song Zhiwei's hair vigorously.

Until he messes up his hair.

With this interruption, Song Zhiwei shouted angrily: "Han Lu! Don't eat the rice I brought you tomorrow."

Others roared "Oh" and "Oh", louder than anyone else.

With this interruption, Song Zhiwei couldn't recall what he was wondering just now. ——

"What?" Song Zhiwei looked at Jian Chao with puffy eyes.

Jian Chao was more surprised than him: "You don't! You don't know that this Saturday is Han Lu's birthday!"

Song Zhiwei blinked his eyes quickly, and calmed down: "I don't know. I only knew after you told me."

Jane nodded with a clear understanding: "It's okay, I don't know what Han Lu thinks. Maybe I will tell you later, but when his parents come back, they should have a big celebration for his national birthday, after all, he is 18 years old. Our group of brothers will give him a premature lunar birthday together."

"It's good to have two birthdays a year?"

Song Zhiwei did not know where to poke Jian Chao's tear ducts, he tearfully said to Song Zhiwei lovingly: "Don't worry, you have our brothers, we will celebrate your birthday."

Song Zhiwei paused: "Thank you."

But I have to go back and look at my account book.

Fortunately, Jian Chao told him that the time was still early. Song Zhiwei bought a pair of limited edition sneakers online, calculated the time, and it happened to be Friday when it was delivered to their home.Only then did he put down the phone in satisfaction.

Then came a long study week.

When returning home on Friday, Han Yul said to him before parting, "Come to my house on Saturday."

"Hmm." Song Zhiwei looked at the other party without speaking.

After a while, Han Lu said, "It's my birthday."

Song Zhiwei was furious: "Are you testing me? You will have your birthday tomorrow, and you just told me today, where can I get you a birthday present?"

"You don't need to be so introverted."

Song Zhiwei sarcastically said: "Does that mean you don't plan to give it away when I pass by?"

The two faced each other, and Han Lu couldn't help laughing, "I was wrong, I was wrong."

Song Zhiwei lost his temper, and said with a smile: "I don't have a gift from you tomorrow."--

Han Lu nodded indifferently: "Okay."

After the two parted, Song Zhiwei took out his mobile phone and made a call after watching Han Lu go far away: "Hello? Excuse me, I have a courier, and the logistics information shows that it will arrive today. Why hasn't it been delivered yet?"

A middle-aged male voice with a local accent said loudly: "I have taken a leave of absence for the past few days, and my colleague is delivering it for me, but he has an area he wants to deliver, so it may be a bit late, you know no."

Song Zhiwei frowned: "But I'm going to get something today, forget it, where is your courier store? I'll pick it up myself."

"We have a store, but we don't have a store! We keep them in our own homes and deliver them to the community."

Song Zhiwei breathed out, "How long will it take to arrive tomorrow?"

"Noon or afternoon."

"Can't it be a few hours earlier?"

Tomorrow is Han Lu's birthday, and he hasn't got the shoes for Han Lu yet.

"He has to deliver his own goods first."

Song Zhiwei glanced at the time: "The courier is in his hands now, and you give me his phone number."

Song Zhiwei got the call from the new courier service, and the other party was quite nice to talk to, but today the other party was going to have a dinner with friends. I haven't seen him in a few years, and he might have a big drink, so he won't go home so soon. .

Song Zhiwei immediately said that it's okay, I'm willing to wait.

The courier lived a little far away, and it took him an hour and a half to take a taxi there.

The car dropped him off at the intersection and left.

Do not take him in.

He had no choice but to come down and walk by himself.

It smells like a forgotten old town.

No one, although the road is a concrete road, but there are many potholes and narrow, there are a lot of rubbish, glass bottles, wooden boards...

The row of ktv signs on the street are very old, and the closed shutter doors are full of dust. It seems that they have not been open for a long time.

But there are still two or three houses with heart-piercing singing, which are not soundproof at all.

It is completely different from the glamorous KTV near Song Zhiwei's house.

He was lucky, and after walking a little inside, he found the community where the courier lived.

He waited at the door until almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and witnessed countless people who might be couriers skip him and walk into the community.

From standing with a pen until leaning softly on the tree, to finally squatting under the tree and drawing circles.

Until a young man who smelled of alcohol walked towards him: "Song Zhiwei, right?"

Song Zhiwei knew that this was the courier he was looking for.Immediately stood up: "I am."

It was also very easy to get the express delivery. Song Zhiwei thanked the other party several times.

It's been a long wait, but worth it.

He had been holding a stone in his heart this afternoon, but now he suddenly felt refreshed, and even walking felt windy.

When walking back, he passed by the road where the whole street was KTV.It's late at night on this road, there are no lights, most of the scenes are hidden in the dark place, only a little light at the end of the small street in the front.

In a quiet street.

The sixth sense suddenly made his hair stand on end. All the soft rabbit fur in the spiritual realm exploded, baring his teeth and roaring continuously. Song Zhiwei forcibly stopped Ruanrou from coming out.

He slowed down and looked back from the corner of his eye, and there was a silhouette of a person not far from him behind him.

He slowed down, and the opponent subconsciously slowed down, and he stood still.

The other party also stood there, and after two seconds, the man rushed towards him.

Song Zhiwei turned around sharply, and said, "What are you following?"

The other party was taken aback. With the help of the dim light, Song Zhiwei saw clearly a short middle-aged man in front of him, with a wretched appearance and a mouthful of yellow teeth when he smiled, "Uncle has a good place, do you want to go?"

Song Zhiwei's tone was cold and hard: "I won't go."

"Go, it's fun to make money." As he spoke, the man stretched out his hand to hold him.

Song Zhiwei dodged it deftly, and his brows could not be further frowned: "Go away."

"Hey... It's okay to have a temper. I like you the most tender and tender doll. I will be gentle with you, but there is no monitoring on this road, so don't resist, or I will be more ruthless..." Said He rushed towards Song Zhiwei fiercely.

Before he finished speaking, Song Zhiwei was even faster and kicked him into the wall.

A lot of plaster fell off the wall.

He used a lot of force for this kick. When he hit Du Xu, he kept his hands back. Now that he didn't hold back the force, he might have to lie down in the hospital for a few days.

He thought of the greasy grinning face of the other party towards him, and felt a strong sense of disgust, even kicking the other party was disgusting, so he picked up a piece of wood on the ground and threw it at the other party.

The other party's old, greasy and disgusting tone, the hoarse voice of broken metal: "Don't hit me, don't hit me."

Song Zhiwei hit harder: "Shut up!"

The man shrunk himself into a ball skillfully.

After beating more than a dozen times, Song Zhiwei threw the wooden board away, and there was a cool "clang" sound mixed with sobbing from the pain.The silence of the path was broken.

He carried his courier and went out.

On the way back, he still took a taxi, and he gradually recalled what that person meant.Can't help scolding:

"Grass, disgusting thing."

When Song Zhiwei returned home, it was already one o'clock in the evening. He washed up hastily and fell asleep.

-

At eight o'clock the next morning, Song Zhiwei went to Han Lu's house with a gift.

As soon as the other party opened the door, he jumped forward and shouted: "Hey."

Han Lu didn't even twitch his eyelashes, and looked at him calmly: "Come in."

Song Zhiwei curled his lips, and condescended to give the other party what he was holding: "Hey."

Han Lu raised his eyebrows and said in a cheerful voice, "For me? Thank you."

"I took it apart?"

"Give it to you and it's yours."

Han Lu immediately changed into shoes. These shoes don't have a ostentatious color scheme, but the streamlined design is full of sense, which is in line with Han Lu's temperament, and the upper feet look good.

The other party's happy appearance greatly pleased Song Zhiwei. The corners of his mouth were hooked, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked like he was waiting for praise.

Han Lu suddenly stepped forward and hugged him.

Song Zhiwei was taken aback, and put his hands lightly on Han Lu's arms. It's not that he didn't like this hug, but Han Lu's posture, which was almost in his arms, made him look like a good mother.

But it is very comfortable.

The smell on Han Lu's body is inseparable from his cleanliness character, he is very clean.

"Thank you."

Song Zhiwei's ears itched, and he turned his head to hide: "It's okay."

The opponent let go of him.

Song Zhiwei was eating snacks in the living room, and Han Lu was sitting next to him.

He took a piece of snacks, Han Lu followed suit, he was curious: "Aren't you going to cook?"

"Someone is cooking today."

Song Zhiwei choked.Han Lu looked at him with a smile in his eyes: "Don't ask me, don't you know how to cook? If you can cook, you must cook? Do you know how many dishes there are today?"

Song Zhiwei was persuaded.

Starting at ten o'clock in the morning, other people came to the door one after another.

According to Han Lu, they are good friends he made in different periods.

As soon as a handsome guy with his hair scratched came in, he saw Song Zhiwei in the living room. He was taken aback for a moment, and he greeted Song Zhiwei: "Hello, my name is Wu Jieshan."

Song Zhiwei followed with a smile: "My name is Song Zhiwei."

Wu Jieshan's personality seems to be similar to that of Jian Chao. After saying hello, he ran to Han Lu and yelled, "There is someone who arrived earlier than me this year."

"I live in the same neighborhood as him."

"Oh, that's a coincidence. My girlfriend and her girlfriends are going to have a meal later, don't you mind?"

"do not mind."

"Oh, I'm afraid you would mind, that's my girlfriend's best friend, I can't afford to mess with my girlfriend."

"I do not mind."

"However, my girlfriend and girlfriend may like you. If she makes you uncomfortable, just say it."

"It's okay." Han Lu was as calm as ever.

When it was time to eat at noon, the people sitting at a table included Han Lu, Song Zhiwei, Guo Han, Jian Chao, Wu Jieshan, Wu Jieshan's girlfriend, his girlfriend's best friend, and two of Han Lu's other friends, and among them A girlfriend.

A table of handsome men and beautiful women.

We are all active, so we can go together.

The whole lunch was lively and lively.

Jian Chao, who likes to make trouble, picked up a glass of Coke, patted Han Lu on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Brother, you are already 18, you can do what you need to do, and discuss the beauty of life harmony."

Everyone held back their laughter, watching the fun.

The corners of Han Lu's eyes were full of smiles. He obviously didn't drink alcohol, but he was slightly drunk: "What if the person I like is underage?"

"Oh oh oh~" Jian Chao wanted to go to heaven when he heard this sentence, and kept making noises, wishing to lift the eaves: "I didn't see it!"

"I thought ** was a veteran cadre."

"Turned out to be a fucking prude."

"You are so coquettish, you actually like minors."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Han Lu shook the cup in his hand, and the man with a pretty wrist said slowly, "There are also minors here."

"It's fine, it's great!"

Wu Jieshan's girlfriend's best friend blushed when she was told, and just focused on eating.

Everyone laughed and romped again, congratulated Han Lu on his birthday, and the lunch was over.

The afternoon is quite scattered, some people play computer games, some people watch movies in the living room.

There were three others fighting the landlord together at the table, and the girls watched from the side.

Song Zhiwei was so bored that he found a quiet place on the second floor by himself.

He sat in front of a small bay window with a view of the garden outside the window, and the curtains separated him from the people in the villa.

Form a small space, extra sense of security.

After he calmed down for a moment, he recalled the unpleasant encounter last night.

The old and ugly man actually wanted to hug him.

Speaking of hugs. --

Han Lu's tall figure flashed in front of his eyes, gentle, clean, and safe, allowing him to forget about his nausea.

Today Han Lu exhaled all his breath behind his ears!

The breath is clear and cool, and the heat of the lips is indeed hot.

How long have they held each other?half a minute? 1 minute?

It seems that Han Lu is really happy. It is worthwhile that he made a special trip last night and only came home so late.

Suddenly someone opened the curtains, and Song Zhiwei was startled.Only after seeing the people's hearts clearly did they take it back.

Han Lu propped his hands on the wall and looked down at Song Zhiwei: "Why don't you go play with them?"

The bay window was very high, and Song Zhiwei was a little shorter than Han Lu when he sat on it.

He frowned: "I'm in a bad mood."

"what happened?"

"I don't really want to say it."

Han Lu was silent, his lips pursed down.

Song Zhiwei smelled the clean and gentle breath of Han Lu, and he didn't know why he was nervous, but it was stimulated by the sudden softness in his heart, so he suddenly threw his arms around Han Lu's neck, and clamped his feet around the other's waist.

Han Lu paused, "What's wrong?"

"It's a little disgusting, let me hug you, let me take it easy."