What if there are no inhibitors?

Winter is coming so fast, and the air is suddenly cold with a little sleet.

It doesn't hurt like a knife scraping on the face like a real winter, but the cold wind blowing people's wiggles is also quite uncomfortable.

It would be fine if there was snow, but in the south of Nanhuai City, the salty snow floated on the ground and immediately turned into water, and even the tips of the leaves were not covered with thin snow. --

Class [-] and [-] of Senior High School, who came down to physical education class enthusiastically, was a bit frustrated.

Along the way, they shouted loudly: "What, I thought there was snow."

"Snow with a fart, I might as well sit in the classroom and study by myself."

"That's right, I didn't feel warm after exercising in physical education for so long."

"There is a city in my hometown, which is covered with snow all the year round." Song Zhiwei said excitedly: "You have never seen it, it is covered in silver, it is so beautiful."

Compared with the special effects of movies in your world.

"En." Han Lu responded.

Song Zhiwei suddenly stopped talking, and he couldn't be too unsuspecting in front of a person, but he accidentally mentioned the past.

Nostalgia is nostalgia.

But the two worlds are always different, and nonsense will always arouse suspicion.

Before waiting for the next sentence, Han Lu asked, "And then?"

Song Zhiwei pursed his lips: "Anyway, she is very beautiful." He didn't want to say more.

Jian Chao didn't know which nerve was wrong, and he seemed to be overwhelmed: "I suddenly want to eat ice cream."

"Are you crazy?" Guo Han scolded.

"What do you know?" Jian Chao's brows were raised, full of interest: "It's cool to eat ice cream in winter. Eating ice cream in summer can only be regarded as an antipyretic, and eating it in winter is called stimulation."

Song Zhiwei looked thoughtful, "I want to eat that too."

Guo Han: "It seems interesting."

Han Lu gave Jian Chao a reproachful look.

Jian Chao said very well: "I understand, I understand, I don't want to eat." After speaking, his gloomy eyes stared back and forth at the two of them and smiled.

Song Zhiwei got angry all of a sudden, and he said that Han Lu was not such a gentle and easy-to-talk person.His animal intuition is very accurate.

I haven't been with him yet, so I want to take care of him, is it okay to be together?

Terrifying desire to control.

Han Lu sighed, feeling quite a headache: "I didn't want to bother you, you can eat whatever you want."

Guo Han looked up suspiciously:? ? ?

Who did Han Lu just say?He glanced around, oh, it's Song Zhiwei.

Song Zhiwei suddenly had a bad tone: "I won't eat."

Guo Han:? ? ?

Guo Han was beating drums in his heart, oh my, oh my, did you speak so aggressively?Are you going to quarrel?His eyes turned worriedly at Han Lu and Song Zhiwei.

But Jian Chao smiled like a sneaky cat.

"Okay." Seeing that the atmosphere became frozen, Han Lu said, "I'm going to the supermarket."

As soon as the words fell, he raised his foot and walked in the direction of the campus supermarket.Jian Chao laughed so hard that his stomach ached and followed, "Wait for me, brother."

On the way back to the classroom, only Song Zhiwei and Guo Han were left.

Guo Han saw Song Zhiwei's watery grape eyes as if he could speak, blamed himself and felt wronged, and looked straight at the direction where Han Lu was leaving.Jian Chao laughed heartlessly at Han Lu: "Are you two trying to laugh me to death? Hahaha."

Guo Han asked Song Zhiwei in a low voice: "Are you and Han Lv having a conflict?"

Song Zhiwei blinked: "Why do you say that?"

Guo Han: "In the past few days, you have either been silent, or... awkward?" --

Guo Han can't say why, and it doesn't look like a rivalry, but it doesn't look like the previous "glue-like" way of getting along.

If I had to describe it, it would be awkward.

Song Zhiwei was like a cat, it would blow up at a little bit, and Han Lu would stare at him if he ignored him.

Han Lu was even more strange, no matter what Song Zhiwei did, he could make him laugh, and Song Zhiwei would explode when he laughed.

Infinite loop.

And the timing seems to be...

"It's just like this after you came back from the city basketball game." Guo Han said.

The school basketball team beat the special students from the No. [-] Middle School to win the Hope Cup of the City Basketball Tournament, and everyone in the school knew about it.

Now the school team members are ridiculed and interviewed like stars wherever they go. This enthusiasm will last for at least a week.

Their school can now be regarded as proud and arrogant. Not only is it the first in grades, but also in basketball. Isn't it a "both civil and military"!

However, Song Zhiwei and Han Lu were uncharacteristically. They returned to the dormitory on the night they won the championship, and they didn't say a word.

It's been a few days here, and the awkwardness hasn't passed.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help laughing, saying that Guo Han was smart, but he didn't know anything.Saying that he is not smart, he can see the specific time node.

He looked at the tiny snowflakes floating in front of him, and squinted his eyes: "It's none of his business, I'm a little scared."--

Guo Han shut up, he felt that the next words were beyond his ability to ask.

The two returned to the classroom, and Han Lu returned to the classroom not long after. He handed Song Zhiwei a bottle of hot drink, which was still the one Song Zhiwei often drank.

Song Zhiwei didn't take it immediately, but glanced at Han Lu suspiciously.

Jian Chao at the back table handed Guo Han a bottle of water and said loudly, "Han Lu treats you."

Guo Han took the water and shook Han Lu, "Thank you."

Han Lu nodded to Guo Han, and moved the water in his hand a little further.

Song Zhiwei raised his hand, took the drink, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

In Yu Guangli, Han Lu raised his legs and sat down, spread out the math paper on the table, and twirled the pen in his hand.

Did not look in his direction.

Song Zhiwei was relieved, and secretly took a sip of the drink, strawberry-flavored milk, very sweet.

After drinking, he took the drink to burn his ears and face, especially the side near Han Lu, "This drink is so warm."

But Han Lu ignored him at all.

The words "Oh, my ears are burning red" that were about to take advantage of the trend, were stuck in my throat and could not be uttered.

He put down his drink in a loud voice, resting his head in one hand and correcting the paper with the other.

In class, the math teacher stood on the podium holding the test paper that was just tested yesterday, and said uncharacteristically: "It's not that I don't give lectures today, and it's not that everyone takes turns to give lectures next to each other. I think... everyone has different foundations. .You talk to each other in groups of four. Let me see the effect."

"Let's get started. I'll talk about the last two big questions. You can solve the rest by yourself. It's okay to ask questions with good grades, or to read the reference answers."

The people in the front row of the group immediately turned back. I don't know if this learning method where everyone gathers together to talk about the topic is efficient or not, but the atmosphere must be good, and no one falls asleep.

The classroom became noisy.

After changing positions again and again, the four of them in the dormitory became a group.

Song Zhiwei and Han Lu turned back at the same time, and turned to the open space in the middle at the same time.

There are books in the bookcase, and the winter clothes are thick, causing two tall boys to touch their knees.

Song Zhiwei retreated his legs reflexively, and then quickly glanced at Han Lu.

Han Lu didn't move at all, as if his reaction was slow. After a long time, he lowered his head and took a look, but didn't say anything.

Song Zhiwei's rabbit trembled courageously, and moved his feet forward silently.

Next is the topic.

Their team put together a pile of math papers, and skipped all the correct ones, and only talked about the questions that some people were wrong.

Song Zhiwei has improved a lot compared to the last half-term exam, but Jian Chao and Guo Han are both top five students in the class. In comparison, his scores are particularly miserable.

Sometimes the wrong question is that Han Lu only tells him alone, which is too detailed and gentle.Besides, there were two other people staring at them with big eyes and small eyes.

He instantly got goosebumps.

Some problems were not understood by the three of them, and it was Han Lu who explained the problems to them. Before going to the next step of the proof process, Han Lu would stop and ask, "Do you understand?"

Guo Han:? ? ?

He didn't dare to answer, and felt that Han Lu was not asking him, so he looked around.He understood that he was asking Song Zhiwei.

Song Zhiwei didn't speak, Guo Han looked straight at Song Zhiwei: Speak, don't waste time.

Song Zhiwei cleared his throat: "Understood."

Han Lu heard the words and began to talk about the next step.

Just like that, after one class, Jian Chao was about to die of laughter, and asked slyly, "Song Zhiwei, why is your face so red?"

Noticing that Guo Han also looked over with doubts on his face, Song Zhiwei smiled: "There must be too much carbon dioxide in the classroom. Not enough oxygen."

Jian Chao called "Oh~" and "Oh~" which was not enough taste.

Song Zhiwei sent him a private message: Do you want to be beaten?

Jian Chao: Grandpa, I was wrong.

After class, Han Lu and Jian Chao went out to release water.

Guo Han said frankly: "I feel that the three of you have something to hide from me."

Song Zhiwei who was drinking water almost spit out: "Why do you think so?"

"Don't ask why, anyway, the facts are like this." Guo Han was not angry, but a little depressed and curious.

Song Zhiwei said: "It's about me and Han Lu."

Guo Han: But Jian Chao must be an insider.

Guo Han pouted, Guo Han was wronged.

After evening self-study, Jian Chao pulled Guo Han: "Go, go to the playground for a night run."

Guo Han doesn't like sports, so he pushed the round glasses with platinum gold frames on the bridge of his nose: "I won't go."

"Oh." Jian Chao pulled him forcefully: "Go! Go! Go!"

Pulling Guo Han, Jian Chao turned to Han Lu with a smirk: Brother!I made another assist

As a result, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Song Zhiwei's rolled eyes. He staggered, pulled Guo Han up and ran: "Run, run."

Song Zhiwei didn't need to think about it to know that Jian Chao was playing tricks again.In the past, Jian Chao often called him Han Lu's little daughter-in-law.He wasn't angry at the time, he was still giggling with a bunch of boys, making jokes that you understand and I understand.

What do you mean I understand you?In fact, he is the only one who doesn't understand!

But today he didn't mind Jian Chao's assist, because he also wanted to go back to the dormitory and have a good chat with Han Lu.

Back in the bedroom, Han Lu turned on the light.

The clean and tidy dormitory is visually comfortable and very warm.

Song Zhiwei shouted: "Han Lu."

"Yo, you're willing to call me today." Han Lu sat down boldly, still holding the water he bought today.

"What do you mean the last few days?"

"Following you, can't you see it?"

Song Zhiwei tilted his head: "Is this how you chase?"

He had heard that chasing people should be buying flowers and gifts to create small surprises.Anyway, it's not as overbearing as Han Lu...

If it is said that controlling him is Han Lu's inadvertent nature.

That too gentle treatment gave him goosebumps.

Han Lu was not a gentle person.

To say that he is gentle is better to say that he is Buddhist, and he doesn't care.

Plus that he, so let him order, treat him better.

But in essence, Han Lu is still a domineering person.

Song Zhiwei's scalp tingled when he remembered that Han Lu's steps depended on whether he knew how to do it today.

He might be a bit mean.

He murmured in a low voice: "You might as well treat me like you used to, I'll be more comfortable."

Han Lu couldn't help laughing: "It's my first time chasing someone, and I have no experience, okay?"

Song Zhiwei's brows were flushed, and he asked in a low voice, "Then when did you start to like it?"

Han Lu was stuck, he was sure he didn't like it at least during the first year of high school, and he might have a slight liking for it later on. As for really liking it, it seems to be a recent thing...

I don't know if telling the truth will reduce points.

Han Lu raised the corner of his mouth, got up, and slowly approached Song Zhiwei: "What? Are you starting to be curious? Are you excited? Are you going to promise me?"

"I'm just curious." Song Zhiwei reached out and pushed Han Lu's chest.

"What's so curious about this?" Han Lu seemed to be pointing, "If you don't like me."

Song Zhiwei turned around: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Han Lu wanted to tease him again, and wanted to get closer.

"Bang!" There was a loud slamming sound from the bathroom.

The two froze for a moment, and Song Zhiwei's Putao eyes turned into walnut eyes.

The door opened, Guo Han picked up his mobile phone and walked out of the bathroom, turned on the faucet on the balcony and washed his hands.

Then go into the bedroom.His face was expressionless, his fingers trembled and he adjusted his glasses: "Hi~"