I secretly liked you for the past ten years

When she was at a loss, she suddenly heard someone calling Wang Zi, and Mao Xiaoyu heard the footsteps running away, so she quietly tore off her clothes and stretched her neck to look over.

Opposite was a tall and beautiful girl, Mao Xiaoyu had seen her several times, although she didn't report to the basketball court every day like herself, she still went every now and then.The girl obviously also skipped class. Thinking about it, there are so many people who like Wang Ziwen, and of course there are many who have been poisoned like herself.The girl Jiao Didi called her senior, Wang Ziwen also smiled at her, he couldn't hear what he said, Mao Xiaoyu's heart kept beating, the pine nut in his arms hugged harder, taking small steps slowly Mimi moved over and finally heard something.

"How is it, is it good?" The girl asked for credit obviously.

The prince heard that it was no different from how he treated himself, and he also smiled heartily, "It's delicious. I like to drink their sour plum soup. It's so refreshing to have a cup after playing."

The girl said happily, "This store is in the north of the city. It's far away. I heard that you like it, so I went there to buy it. Congratulations on winning the championship!"

The prince was amused when he heard it, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly asked, "I like to drink, so you bought it on purpose?"

The girl blushed immediately, as if she didn't know how to pick it up, and it took a long time before she said, "Yes, can't you?"

Wang Ziwen raised his eyebrows, his smile was a bit naughty, but still damn charming, "Of course not, but...why?"

The girl hesitated for a while, then glared at him again, and said with a smirk, "Why are you molesting me by giving you sour plum soup?"

The prince laughed and didn't say much, took a towel from her hand to wipe off his sweat, and said with a smile, "Thank you, but the place is quite remote, you little girl, don't go there, it's not safe."

The other party smiled back and asked, "Do you care about me?"

The prince squinted his eyes and smiled, didn't say any more, waved his hand with the sour plum soup and left.

The little girl was still blushing, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes. Mao Xiaoyu watched silently not far away, holding Wang Ziwen's clothes and hid deep in the crowd, and suddenly felt a sense of inferiority .

If only I...was a girl too.

He blinked his eyes, a little sad: But the money is not enough, more than half of it is still short, and I don't know when the operation will be performed...

If I have the surgery, will my senior like me?

Hey, maybe you still think I'm abnormal, and I can't even be a friend.

Thinking of this, Mao Xiaoyu was stunned again, and carefully glanced at Wang Ziwen.

Speaking of which, senior and I...are we friends now?

Suddenly, she felt a little happy, but she didn't dare to be too happy. Mao Xiaoyu hugged her clothes and spun around in circles, comforting herself while twirling, feeling that she was too stupid, and started to get depressed again.

"Little Momo!"

Mao Xiaoyu raised her head and saw Wang Ziwen waving at her, she hesitated and obediently moved over.

"Did you lose your phone?" Wang Ziwen asked with a smile.

Mao Xiaoyu quickly handed him the clothes and shook her head, "It's fine."

Wang Ziwen put on his clothes, did not confirm whether the phone was there, and trusted him, "Our team is going to celebrate, I won't tell you more, you should hurry to class and see you at the stadium tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around and leave, when Mao Xiaoyu suddenly stopped him and asked in a low voice, "Senior, do you like that?"

Prince Wen followed his gaze to look at the sour plum soup in his hand, and said with a smile, "I really like it. Their recipe is different. I don't know what they put in. It tastes very good." He raised his hand as he spoke. , smiled, "Want to try it?"

Mao Xiaoyu hurriedly waved his hand, he didn't dare to drink what Wang Ziwen had drunk, he was too embarrassed.

"Then I'm leaving, oh yes," Wang Ziwen took out a small basketball ornament from his pocket and threw it to him, waving his hand with his back turned, "I'll see you off, don't skip class in the future."

Mao Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, and responded blankly to his back. She didn't look back until she was out of sight, and stared at the small pendant in her palm in a daze.

Is this... the senior gave it to me?

Why give it to me?Thank me for looking at his clothes?

But...he didn't even give it to the senior sister who gave him sour plum soup.

But gave me a thank you...

Hey... just sent me alone!

Mao Xiaoyu was suddenly in a good mood, couldn't help poking the fluffy little basketball with his finger, then pursed his mouth and laughed foolishly, like a cat who stole the fish, he couldn't see his eyes from laughing.

He put the pendant on his schoolbag solemnly, and on the way back, he suddenly had a thought: the sour plum soup shop that the prince heard was delicious, and he suddenly wanted to visit it.He still remembered the exterior of the cup that Wang Ziwen held in his hand. It said hob meat sour plum soup. The name was very special, so it shouldn't be difficult to find it.

It turned out that it was not difficult to find, when I went to the north of the city and asked casually, even passers-by knew the location of the small shop.Mao Xiaoyu ran over looking forward to it, and found that it was a small shop, the decoration was nothing special, but the business was booming.He waited in line for more than ten minutes before he finally arrived, but when he saw the seller, he was taken aback and shouted in surprise, "Du, Du Ningxiu?"

The boy who was called by his name raised his head, and the movement of his hands was also a pause, but he was not as surprised as he was. He just said lightly, "Are you skipping class too?"

If Mao Xiaoyu is a word, then Du Ningxiu is his antonym.Du Ningxiu is his classmate, and his grades have been steadily ranked first since he entered school. He is also very good-looking, with soft and elegant facial features, but he doesn't like to laugh or talk very much. Be icy cold.However, despite their differences, there is one thing that they have in common, that is, they are also targets that others can bully at will.

Mao Xiaoyu was because of being ugly, and because of being fat, Du Ningxiu was a little unlucky, it had nothing to do with him, he just got a bitch mother who seduced other people's husbands everywhere, and was a famous slut.Their city is not big in the first place, and rumors spread in a few days, and soon the whole small town will know that his father went to work in a big city. He came back a few years ago and heard the rumors. The two confronted each other, and his father took The machete hacked his mother to death, and he was still angry when he finished hacking, and chopped off several of her concubines. The blood of eight people was stained on the axe, and one of them was his father's own.So when Du Ningxiu came home from school that day, his parents died suddenly, and he became the son of a murderer. The other children whose father was killed transferred their resentment to him. It was much worse, and the others just slapped him a few times for nothing. Du Ningxiu's words really beat him to death, and he only breathed a sigh of relief.

He has no father or mother, and his family's reputation is not good. The beatings are also the children of the victims. The police in this small place don't bother to deal with such a mess. They came here once when they were beaten to death for the first time. , Then turn a blind eye and close one eye, as long as you don't kill him, you will default to other people torturing this kid casually.

So those who didn't matter later came to intervene, and now he has become the bullying target of the whole grade. Mao Xiaoyu still has a grandmother who will care about him. Du Ningxiu really fends for himself. Mao Xiaoyu used to be suspicious. Where did Ning Xiu get the money to continue his studies, now that he finally had the answer, he asked cautiously, "Do you make money selling sour plum soup here?"

Du Ningxiu still had a poker face and hummed.Mao Xiaoyu looked at the scar on his arm that had never healed, and didn't know what to say, so she said, "Then I'd like one...well, two cups, I'd like two cups of sour plum soup."

As a vulnerable group, the only comfort he can give him is an extra cup of sour plum soup.

Du Ningxiu looked up at him, didn't say anything, gave him two glasses with a slumped face, then ignored him, and continued to greet the guests behind him.

Mao Xiaoyu still wanted to say something to him, but the other party was like an Antarctic icehouse, and he didn't have the guts to continue the conversation, so he ran away silently holding two cups of cold sour plum soup.

On the way, he took a sip, and his eyes lit up: It's really... delicious!

He quickly drank a large glass, holding another glass and began to daze.

Did Du Ningxiu open his own shop?Still here to work?No wonder he never goes to evening self-study, and often asks for leave. It turns out that he is working here... But it is really amazing that he can maintain such good grades while working part-time. How did he do it?

Thinking of this, he thought of Wang Ziwen again. Sure enough, there are such a group of geniuses in this world, and Wang Ziwen is also like this. He spends most of his time playing basketball, but he heard from the seniors in the third year of high school that he still has excellent grades, and the top three in the grade have no problems. , Occasionally, if you play the ball smoothly, you can get the first place in the test. God-like logic, but it is so unreasonable to be excellent.

Mao Xiaoyu felt that he would never be able to reach great gods like Wang Ziwen and Du Ningxiu in his lifetime, but he felt that it would be good to be his little fans silently. If the green leaves can make Wang Ziwen's big red flower more beautiful, he will be very happy to be the dog's leg of the male god for the rest of his life.

So the three words "brain powder" are not called for nothing. After Mao Xiaoyu found out that this sour plum soup was really delicious, he began to implement the great plan of "I don't make sour plum soup, I'm just a sour porter".

As soon as school was over the next day, he rushed to the north of the city with all his might. The streets were full of cars, and the roadsides were also full of people going against the road. He braved the strong wind in late autumn, twisted his chubby body, and headed for that house. The shop ran wildly.The wind is mixed with the strong aroma of rose flowers, especially like the refreshing smell of the prince smelling on his body. He took a deep breath, thinking of the smile that he might see in a while, he was out of breath and couldn't help but want to make a loud noise. laugh.

The one-hour round-trip journey shortened him to four or ten minutes. He rushed back sweating, stood by the side of the court with the result in his arms, and happily watched Wang Ziwen play. Da Da went to offer the sour plum soup with both hands, and then stared at the prince's Adam's apple rolling when he drank it, feeling very satisfied and happy.

He just sprinted thousands of miles for more than ten days, rain or shine. He was exhausted every day, but he was very happy in his heart.He actually didn't think too much about it, but it's rare to know what a prince likes, and he can get it for him by sweating a little and running around, so he just wanted to do something to be better for that person.He felt that this was a particularly cost-effective thing, and he didn't think about whether it was worth it or not. For him, as long as he saw Wang Ziwen smiling at him and saying thank you to him every day, he felt very happy, and he was willing to do anything. up.

But he worked so hard, Wang Ziwen couldn't help it.No matter how popular he was since he was a child, no one has ever served him like this, so after receiving a glass of sour plum soup that he loved, Prince Wen squinted at someone, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this store very far away? Did you run there?"

Mao Xiaoyu let out an ah, her wagging tail straightened up in a straight line, and she giggled stupidly.

"...You are sweating profusely every day, so you bought this for me?"

Mao Xiaoyu's tail twitched. Seeing his strange expression, she immediately stopped her smirk and asked dully, "Isn't it delicious?"

Wang Ziwen stared at him for a long time, a little embarrassment rarely appeared on his usually calm face, "This...you have worked so hard."

Mao Xiaoyu understood, and immediately wagged her tail again, and said with a chuckle, "It's not hard, I'll lose weight!"

The prince was amused when he heard that, and his mood suddenly became a little complicated.He was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to rub Mao Xiaoyu, and said helplessly, "You silly boy... hey, forget it, thank you."

Mao Xiaoyu pursed his lips and smiled, and waited for Prince Wen to go to practice again. He touched the hair he had rubbed quietly, thinking to himself: When I go back, I have to cut these few hairs for offering. As for the hair that has been cut, it has been lightened, hehe.

He also thinks this idea is ridiculously stupid, but he just thinks that the prince smells good, no matter how he looks at it, anywhere is good.

He just likes this person so much, even if he secretly likes him all his life, he is still happy.