Prisoner's Dilemma

In a blink of an eye, they grew up and went to high school. The three of them went to school together, finished classes together, went in and out together, and their relationship was as good as one person.Teenagers at this age are the most reckless. All three of them have extraordinary backgrounds. With their smart heads, their grades are not bad. At school, the teacher can't control them, and the parents at home are busy with work, so they have been cultivated to be fearless. Not afraid of temperament.

Han Shaojun is handsome and has a good temper. There are always many students around him asking about homework, and they are blocked in their seats after class.Jiang Chen turned around and came back. Seeing that Han Shaojun had no intention of leaving, he immediately sank his face, especially the delicate girl next to him, who seemed to hold back his anger no matter what.Emotions were undisguised on his face, Jiang Chen coughed heavily, walked up to Han Shaojun and knocked on the table with a straight face: "Hey, I'm waiting for you!"

When a girl sees Jiang Chen, her heart jumps like a deer. For a cool and handsome boy like him, it's hard not to attract people's attention.

Han Shaojun gently pushed the book to the girl in front of him: "I'll explain it to you tomorrow, it's too late today."

The girl was instantly defeated by his smile, her face was full of shyness, and she hurriedly said yes.

Han Shaojun tidied up his books without haste. Jiang Chen grew impatient, grabbed his books and stuffed them into his schoolbag, and pulled him away. Han Shaojun staggered a few steps before he followed his pace.

Jiang Chen complained while walking: "Really, are these people stupid? I still have to ask you such a simple question! Why waste time on them!"

"They're all classmates, so it's okay to help."

"Spending time on unnecessary things is wasting life! You are irresponsible to yourself!"

Han Shaojun smiled: "You are always right."

Jiang Chen snorted triumphantly.

Seeing that he was sweating from the heat, Han Shaojun took out a tissue from his schoolbag and handed it over, went to the vending machine to buy a bottle of drink and unscrewed the cap.Jiang Chen wiped off his sweat, took a few sips of the drink, Han Shaojun took a sip from the bottle, stuffed it into his schoolbag, everything happened naturally.

"Come on, let's go in with Xiao."

In high school, Han Shaojun and Jiang Chen were in the same class, and Xiao Jin was in the next class.Walking to the gate of the school, Xiao Jin was leaning leisurely under a tree, his handsome face was bewitching because of his pair of red phoenix eyes.

"Slow to death!" Xiao Jin threw himself on the two of them from behind, strangling their necks.

Teenagers are the age of youth and restlessness. A few girls walked by and cast warm eyes on them.

Han Shaojun smiled softly, without looking sideways, Jiang Chen put on a stinky face without even looking at it, Xiao Jin raised the corners of his slender eyes and smiled recklessly.

The three are different and each has its own merits.Han Shaojun is like a warm sun, always gentle and polite, shining on everyone around him.Jiang Chen is like a knife, with sharpness in his eyebrows and eyes, he is in a fighting state anytime and anywhere, cutting things that approach him presumptuously into pieces.And Xiao Jin is the wind, free and unrestrained, doing whatever he wants.

Jiang Chen likes to play tennis. He thinks that tennis can best reflect his personal style. It is neither like basketball and football, nor like golf, so he chooses tennis as his physical education class.

He always said that the most important thing in playing tennis is to control the rhythm. As long as you let your opponent follow your rhythm, you will win.

Han Shaojun has no special interest in sports, so he plays tennis with him.In the sun, they were at opposite ends of the court, a bouncing ball connected to each other.

Jiang Chen played very casually, his movements were stretched and full of beauty.Han Shaojun looked at the people on the other side of the court. His vigorous figure drew beautiful curves, and the contraction of his muscles showed health and strength. His neat short hair was stained with sweat and shone brightly under the strong light.

Thumping!Han Shaojun knew what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.As early as a few years ago, he discovered his extraordinary love. At first, he thought that the people around him were too good to have an illusion, but soon realized that facing the same good Xiao Jin, his heartbeat did not speed up. It feels like only facing Jiang Chen.

Only Jiang Chen!

Han Shaojun stared blankly, unable to catch the flying ball.

"You're not paying attention." Jiang Chen put the racket on his shoulder, and showed his white teeth in a smile.

At that moment, Han Shaojun was dazzled, the person in front of him was so dazzling, if possible, I really want to have his whole splendor.

"Let me take a breath." Han Shaojun wiped his sweat.

"You lack exercise." Jiang Chen was too energetic, "Go and help me develop the ball machine."

Han Shaojun helped him set up the serving machine, sitting on the sidelines, without consuming physical strength, and enjoying the beautiful pictures unscrupulously, why not do it?The balls randomly landed on the court, and Jiang Chen ran left and right, sweating to his heart's content.

Every time Jiang Chen plays, he can attract many people to watch, and this time is no exception. Every time he hits a beautiful return, he can win a burst of cheers.Looking at the men and women outside the court, Han Shaojun couldn't help but lament that Jiang Chen is too attractive.But in Jiang Chen's eyes, there is no one. From his point of view, it is only natural for people to watch him play.

"Hey, look, it's her."

Hearing whispers in his ears, Han Shaojun followed the prestige and saw a girl.She is very beautiful and tall, and she can be said to stand out among a group of girls.Her name is Lin Zhuyan, and she is one year older than them. She is the head of the literature and art department of the school's student union.

Does she also come to watch Jiang Chen play?Han Shaojun thought to himself.

Surrounded by people, Lin Zhuyan had a quiet smile and an elegant demeanor, worthy of being a school girl.Jiang Chen still focused on playing the ball, as if everything that happened outside had nothing to do with him, but Han Shaojun found that his return was more focused than before.Han Shaojun, who is familiar with every detail of Jiang Chen, understands: He cares!

Han Shaojun's smile faded a little, he got up and moved his hands and feet, pushing the ball machine to the side.

"Let's play for a while." Han Shaojun slightly bowed and patted the tennis ball.

"Come on!" Jiang Chen excitedly swung his racket.

A beautiful return ball, Han Shaojun failed to catch it, Jiang Chen casually glanced in Lin Zhuyan's direction from the corner of his eye.

Boom!Han Shaojun served the ball vigorously, the tennis ball fell to the ground and then bounced, passing by the tip of Jiang Chen's nose.

"This time you are not paying attention." Han Shaojun said with a smile.

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After school, Han Shaojun returned home lazily.Pushing open the door, he lay drowsy on the soft bed, Jiang Chen was the only thing that appeared in his mind again and again, smiling, angry, completely out of control.Just as he was about to fall asleep, the phone rang.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Chen's familiar voice came.

They called each other at the gate of the courtyard just now, but when they opened their mouths, Han Shaojun couldn't help smiling: "What's the matter?"

The other side laughed a few times: "There is no one at home, so boring."

Inadvertently, with a hint of coquettishness, Han Shaojun felt itchy in his heart: "Then you play games for a while?"

There was a short silence, obviously dissatisfied with this suggestion: "Shall I come to play with you?"

My heart beat faster again: "Okay."

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang, Han Shaojun opened the door, Jiang Chen came over like a heat wave, and walked into the study familiarly.

When Han Shaojun entered the room with drinks and fruits, Jiang Chen was looking at the model on his workbench with his waist bent.

"You've started making new things again. Didn't you still make an airplane two days ago? You're so efficient!" Jiang Chen exclaimed.

Han Shaojun likes models, from airplane models, ship models to architectural models, there is a workbench in his study, which is specially used for making models, and now he is making a warship model.

Han Shaojun inserted the fruit fork into the sliced ​​apple: "This is simple, I made a 1:500 one before."

Jiang Chen circled around the workbench, was amazed, and pushed Han Shaojun on the chair: "I'll see you do it."

Han Shaojun couldn't help but laugh: "It's very boring, are you sure?"

"Sure! Do it!"

Jiang Chen moved a chair and sat on the side, watching with great interest that Han Shaojun polished a small piece of plastic into the shape he wanted.

At first he was full of energy, but after a long time, seeing people doing the same movements over and over again, the heat gradually subsided, and his attention shifted from the parts to Han Shaojun.

Under his scorching gaze, Han Shaojun couldn't concentrate, the hand holding the file trembled slightly, the roots of his ears were slightly red, and he could even feel Jiang Chen's breathing right next to his ears.Not sure if Jiang Chen was aware of his strangeness, Han Shaojun slowed down his breathing to relax.Although he was very nervous, he hoped that time would stop here, so that he could watch himself forever and never change.

"Why do you like making models? Isn't it uncomfortable to sit like this for hours?" Jiang Chen was curious.

Han Shaojun simply put down the parts and stared at it seriously: "Don't you think it is a very fulfilling thing to create something? Carve the messy embryo into shape with your own hands, and then carve it into a complete work. Every step is infused with painstaking efforts, and finally becomes what I want in my mind."

Jiang Chen thought for a while and said, "What if the final product deviates from what you expected? Isn't that a failure? It can only go into the trash can?"

Han Shaojun was stunned. He has always been dexterous and has never made any failed products. He thought for a moment and said: "Nothing is perfect. Even failed products are polished by hand and should not be discarded at will."

"What if you really make something so bad that you don't even want to look at it?" Jiang Chen asked stubbornly.

Han Shaojun smiled slightly: "Then I can only admit it."

"You really are hopeless." Jiang Chen sighed inexplicably. He picked up an assembled fort and played with it in his hand, and found a notice under the design drawing, "You are going to participate in the model airplane Contest?"

"Simply Playing."

"As soon as you make a move, No.1 is not in your pocket!"

"This is a national competition, and all the experts from various schools are here." Han Shaojun said casually, but carefully put the competition notice away, "Shall we go out for a stroll?"

"No, no, I'll make a model with you." Jiang Chen shook his head dutifully. He just swore to accompany him, so how dare he say he wants to go out to play?

Han Shaojun glanced at Jiang Chen, and collected all the tools and parts: "Let's go, what are you pretending to be? I don't know you yet?"

Jiang Chen cheered and hugged Han Shaojun: "Shaojun, you understand me too well!"

Surrounded by his fiery breath again, Han Shaojun became dizzy for a while, and opened his arms to cover up his emotions: "Don't make trouble, you're dead."

Jiang Chen stuck to him relentlessly, and hugged him with a smile.