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Someone I like very much?Who will it be?

Chen Gao thought about this question for a long time, and also inadvertently observed the people around Han Ziyan, but he didn't find such a girl.

Not to mention girls, even few women dare to talk to him.

This person trains and trains every day, and whoever spends the most time with him is undoubtedly himself.

So is Han Ziyan lying?I don't know what reason to reject others, so I found this reason?

Chen Gaoyi sat sideways with his head propped on one hand and looked at Han Ziyan in a daze, thinking wildly, not even knowing that get out of class was over.

Han Ziyan turned her head and squinted at him: "What are you looking at?"

"Ah? I..." Chen Gaoyi quickly retracted his gaze and touched his nose: "I'm wondering what I'm going to eat later?"

Han Ziyan slightly bent her mouth, looking at him softly, "Didn't you say you want to eat beef noodles in the morning?"

Chen Gaoyi touched his nose again in embarrassment: "Yes, I want to eat beef noodles."

Chen Gao walked behind and looked at Han Ziyan's back. He wanted to ask many times, but he didn't seem to want to know too much. He was a little scared in his heart, a little afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

Thinking of this question, his heart skipped a beat, and his intuition told him that something was overflowing from the bottom of his heart, and he became flustered all of a sudden, and hurriedly withdrew his gaze to follow.

Time flies, and I am going back and forth between learning and training at heights. There is still one month before the national summer sprint competition.

For this day, the sprinters practiced a movement thousands or even tens of thousands of times during the arduous and boring training, all for the team to gain even a second and a half.

After studying, the two practiced together in the evening, ran a dozen laps, and lay on the lawn to watch the sky full of stars.

Han Ziyan turned her head to look at the young man next to her, and was lost in thought for a while.

As soon as Chen Gao turned his head, the eyes of the two accidentally collided, and they were a little embarrassed, Chen Gao turned his head.

Han Ziyan still stared at the young man's side face with fiery eyes, feeling too embarrassed, so he brought up a topic and asked, "By the way, when is your birthday?"

Chen Gaoyi looked up at the sky: "It seems to be coming soon, June 6th, how about you? You should be older than me."

Han Ziyan looked at his newly opened facial features without blinking: "I am July 7th."

"You are actually older than me?" Chen Gaoyi was surprised, and then smiled kindly: "Come on, call me brother?"

Han Ziyan was speechless, sat up, took out the earphones in his pocket, stuffed them into his ears, and walked away slowly.

Chen Gaoyi was still relentless, and followed behind to pester him to call him brother.

They didn't know how long they ran, and they sat on the bench beside the playground panting.

Panting heavily, Chen Gao turned his head to see the earplugs in Han Ziyan's ears, and suddenly became curious: "You have been wearing these all day, what are you listening to?"

The boy who said this has already raised his hand to stuff the earplugs into his ears.

When he heard the melody, he was stunned, and it can even be said that he was frightened.

Han Ziyan stopped in mid-air with both of his preventing hands, and finally sighed dejectedly, his heart was involuntarily aroused, and he felt a little uneasy.

Chen Gao stared blankly at the person in front of him, and only after a while did he find his own voice: "Isn't this...isn't this my song? This...is this voice also mine?"

Han Ziyan didn't speak, but nodded silently.

"You... how could you..." Chen Gaoyi suspected that he was hallucinating, but the song played in the earphones was indeed sung by himself, and there were more noisy voices beside him, as well as the soundtrack, which was not sung in the classroom that time.

He has sung in many places, but all in the United States. The classroom last time was the first time he sang in China.

Han Ziyan raised her eyes and looked at the past, her dark eyes were bottomless, she hesitated for a moment before she said lightly: "I have something to tell you, please return the earphones to me first."

He had to confess today, and if he didn't confess, he wouldn't know when to confess.

With this idea, the determination in my heart is even greater.

Chen Gaoyi returned the earphones to him, and was dazed by his sudden oppressive aura: "What do you want to say so serious?"

Chen Gaoyi was still a little shocked, so Han Ziyan had seen him before this?

Han Ziyan looked at him deeply, and didn't dare to continue for a long time.

Chen Gaoyi really had no patience, so he couldn't help but speak first: "What are you trying to say? It's really not your character to be twitchy?"

Han Ziyan clenched her hands tightly, as if she had made some important decision, she gritted her teeth and said, "Actually, we met a long time ago, I... I am... I..."

Han Ziyan was not as calm as expected, he still panicked, especially when he encountered Chen Gaoyi.

See you long ago?Chen Gaoyi became even more dizzy, and became a little anxious: "I...what am I..."

Han Ziyan used all her strength to say these words: "...I am the boy your brother saved."

After speaking, he immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Gaoyi, he was afraid of his hatred, he was afraid.He doesn't care who hates or hates anyone, but this person in front of him is not good.

"What?!" Chen Gaoyi almost suspected that this was a dream played by the heavens to play tricks on him, and asked uncertainly, "Who...you say you are?"

Han Ziyan looked up at him, her eyes became darker, her heart clenched, and her Adam's apple twitched: "I am the child your brother saved."

Chen Gao stood up "squeakingly", his face turned from white to red to black, and finally hoarsely roared: "Did you tell me now?!"

"I...fuck me!" Chen Gaoyi had never been so angry before, his hands clenched into fists, wishing to hit him head-on.

Panting heavily, he pointed at Han Ziyan and said angrily, "Then you knew it was me from the beginning?! Did you?"

Han Ziyan looked at him and nodded.

His chest heaved and heaved, and he was speechless with his hips crossed.

It took a long time to sort out my thoughts in my head, but the voice was still as violent as murder: "Then the reason why you don't confess is that you think I will be angry if I know it?"

Han Ziyan remained silent, noncommittal.

Chen Gao twitched the corners of his mouth and laughed, blushing and roaring at him, "Are you an idiot? Why do you think so? Do you know how long I have been looking for you? What? The person who has been looking for so long is by my side , why didn't you say it earlier, my lord!"

Han Ziyan raised her eyes and was about to say something, but her eyes were caught off guard like erupting volcanoes.

The two just looked at each other, and neither of them looked away. Finally, Chen Gaoyi sighed in compromise: "You are really easy for me to find."

"Are you looking for me to avenge your brother?" Han Ziyan thought that he must hate him to the bone now.

Chen Gaoyi gave him a blank look, and sat down next to him: "What kind of revenge? You're out of your mind, of course you want to see if the person my brother saved has grown up."

Hearing this sentence, Han Ziyan was stunned. Did this sentence mean that he didn't hate him?Stuttering in disbelief, "You...you don't hate me?"

"Have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Didn't I say before that I don't hate? Are you listening to me?" Chen Gaoyi was almost killed by this anger.

But it would be great to find it, Chen Gaoyi looked at his side face, he was very handsome, he grew up healthy, and his sprint was so powerful.

Han Ziyan was silent for a while, as if he had just heard the words clearly, he suddenly smiled: "Really, I don't hate..."

Han Ziyan breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that she didn't hate the original...

Hearing the low voice, Chen Gao was in a daze. The sky was very dark, but Han Ziyan's smile was very dazzling, and his heart was "pounding" like a runaway horse on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.

Maybe it was because the atmosphere was so good, or maybe it was because he was so happy knowing that he didn't hate him, which made Han Ziyan want to say what he wanted to say at this moment.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw the young man next to her looking at her in a daze. Han Ziyan smiled gently and slowly, heat waves rolled out of her deep black eyes, and finally gushed out: "I like you, I like you in the first year of high school."

After a long time, half a minute, 1 minute, and 3 minutes passed, Chen Gaoyi's Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and finally laughed out of embarrassment: "Hehehehe...I didn't expect you to learn how to joke."

Finally, to cover up his embarrassment, he raised his hand and patted him twice.

"No kidding, I like you, the kind of liking between boyfriend and girlfriend." Han Ziyan's voice was hoarse, and her eyes were more affectionate than ever at this moment.

Except for the true feelings, Chen Gaoyi couldn't feel other emotions from this sentence, and suddenly the words he heard outside the ward flooded his mind.

"He chatters a lot every day, is still very restless, thick-skinned, and doesn't like to be clean at all..."

This is not about him, who else.

With a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, Han Ziyan let out a breath and said, "Although you think I'm just saying it casually, I really wanted to tell you, but it's just a little earlier."

He paused, looked up at the sky, a gust of cool wind blew across his cheeks, and smiled softly: "I think it might scare you, but I still want to say it, I like you in the first year of high school."

"Putong" "Putong" At this moment, Chen Gao could only hear his own heartbeat, and looked at the handsome young man in front of him without blinking.

Didn't hear any reply, Han Ziyan turned his head to look at the young man, found that he was staring at himself, leaned over and called softly: "Gao Yi?"

"Ah——" Chen Gaoyi was brought back to his senses, looked at the face close at hand, quickly opened the distance, scratched his head in embarrassment, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Scared by me?" Han Ziyan's voice sounded extraordinarily gentle, unprecedented.

Chen Gaoyi continued to scratch his head, and laughed twice: "emmm... I just don't know what to say, hehe, it's the first time I've been confessed by a boy."

Putting down the hand scratching his head, he turned his head to look at Han Ziyan, and opened his mouth hesitantly: "Why?"

"What why?" Han Ziyan never took his eyes off him.

"Why, do you like me?" As Han Ziyan said, he chatters endlessly every day, but why he likes him is not always because of his skin and trumpet, then he must have never looked in the mirror.

Han Ziyan smiled slightly: "Who knows, there are so many reasons to like it."

Withdrawing his gaze, as if he had seen through everything, the soft voice added, "Why? Probably this is the arrangement of fate."

"That's it..." Chen Gao rubbed his nose, a little dazed by the sudden two big news, and didn't know what to say at all.

Han Ziyan stood up suddenly: "Let's go, go back and have training tomorrow."

"Eh?" Chen Gaoyi couldn't react a little bit, this is a confession, then why didn't this person tell him to date him, he couldn't help but say what was in his heart: "Just...is it over? Just Say these? Gone?"

Han Ziyan turned her head to look at him: "Yes." Then she turned her head away and said to him with her back: "Don't pay too much attention to these words, if you feel disgusted, just stay away from me silently, I won't force you to be with me contact."

Looking at the somewhat lonely back in the dark, Chen Gaoyi's heart tightened, and his hands clenched into fists: "Why..."

Before he could finish speaking, Han Ziyan interrupted him with a voice that had never been begged: "But please, please don't let me stay away from you, okay?"

He obviously confessed so bravely just now, but now he talks to him in such a tone.

"Yes." Suddenly Chen Gaoyi wanted to hold the person in front of him in his arms for some reason.