Please don't touch me at the same table, thank you

"Quick! Water!"

"Have you fainted? Pinch someone!!"

"Hurry up and carry him to the infirmary first!"

The whole body was full of noise, and Meng Xi took a few breaths, always feeling like a fish stranded on the shore, his cheeks fluttering eagerly for more water.

Many people gathered around him, their jet-black heads huddled together, covering most of the bright black-blue sky.

Something was close to his lips, squeezed into the gap between his two lips, and pressed against his teeth (I'm about to go into shock, feed my saliva, don't think too much about it when reviewing).

The next moment, cold and fresh spring water trickled down from the transparent bottle, poured into his mouth, followed the movement of the throat when swallowing, and trickled all the way into his stomach.

Two laps of 1000-meter sprints are more tiring than the previous five laps of jogging.

Before Meng Xi had drunk enough, the water bottle that was pressed against his lips was moved away, and a familiar voice sounded in his ear, "It should be fine, I am still conscious, and can drink water on my own."

"I think it's better to go to the infirmary to have a look? Do a full-body examination, what if there is something wrong with his heart?" The sports committee was very worried, "Come on, a few people will help, and we will take turns carrying him over."

Song Huai raised his head, as if he wanted to say something, but the sports committee had already guessed his thoughts, and comforted him, "Xueshen, you should have a good rest. I think you are tired after following this journey. The few of us Just carry it on your back..."

"???"

Before the sports committee finished speaking, the patient in front of him straightened up like a zombie, and sat up from Song Huai's arms, "It's okay! I'm okay..."

Suddenly a cold hand was raised before his eyes, and the soft touch gently brushed his sweaty cheek——

Meng Xi opened his eyes wide.

He could feel the breeze brought by that palm, and the trajectory of the movement was like a basketball jumping in front of his eyes. The picture was so delicate that he could see the lines on Song Huai's palm, and in the next second, it brushed past his cheek.

It was so fast that people couldn't tell whether it touched the sweat on his face or his smooth cheek.

"Can't you rest in peace for a while?"

Song Huai stretched out his hands to hold down his tense shoulders, pushed him back abruptly, and reprimanded him, "Do you know how pale you are now? If you have the strength to speak, you might as well save it. I don't want my legs anymore. Yeah?"

Meng Xi couldn't hear anything anymore. He opened his round eyes, and the color in his eyes reflected Song Huai's figure very clearly.Song Huai looked down at him, as if he was looking at an ignorant child, his brows were tightly knit.

A bead of sweat slipped from his face, and with a thud, it just landed on Meng Xi's fingertips.

He subconsciously rubbed it with his fingertips, and it was slippery to the touch through a layer of full water droplets.

So what I touched just now, was it beads of sweat or...

He didn't even have time to think, the next second, Song Huai took off Little Red Riding Hood, threw it on the ground casually, then grabbed his wrist, stood up and carried him on his back.

Meng Xi: "!!!"

"?!" The Sports Commissioner opened his mouth wide in shock, and said stumblingly, "God Xue, are you alright? Don't try to be brave, in case you throw Meng Xi..."

Song Huai ignored them, turned around and walked out with his back behind his back.

Sports Committee: "...Huh? No, Xueshen, wait for us!"

Meng Xi was lying on Song Huai's back, his running sweat hadn't dried yet, and he broke out in a cold sweat again.

The 3000-meter race is not over yet, and some runners are still dawdling on the track.Except for some small events that compete on the basketball court outside the playground, all other teachers and students gather in the stands or on the lawn of the playground.

Everyone, almost everyone, saw the newly transferred city No. 1 walking out with the school bully on his back.

You don't have to wait until the next day, and the gossip can be twisted a thousand times.

However, at this moment, Meng Xi was in no mood to take these things into consideration. He was trying hard to review the equipment he had when he went out in the afternoon.

Wearing thin full-finger gloves on his hands, the zipper of the tracksuit was pulled up to the neck, the corners of the lined vest were tucked into the trousers, and even the socks were replaced with tube socks.

Unless Song Huai was so perverted that he picked up his trouser legs, or put his hand into his chest to fumble around, then it should be unlikely that there would be any other contact... Should, should?

As long as he doesn't move around now, there should be no second contact.

Thinking of this, Meng Xi immediately raised his neck and raised his legs as much as possible. Except for the places where the chest, waist and legs inevitably came into contact, the rest of the body showed resistance as much as possible.

Don't, don't touch it!Never! ! !

"?"

Song Huai noticed his movements and slowed down, "Are you okay? Is there any discomfort?"

"..."

Brother, I should ask you if there is anything wrong with this sentence. The relationship between us was already lethal, do you know that?

He still dared to carry me behind his back. This is really a fearless person who doesn't know, and his heart is too big.

Meng Xi murmured in his heart for a long time, and said, "It's, it's okay, my legs are a little numb, and I don't feel very comfortable."

He moved his toes, and before he could make any big movements, his muscles tensed immediately, warning of fatigue with the large amount of lactic acid produced.

Meng Xi was feeling depressed when Song Huai suddenly let out a sigh and didn't care too much: "It's okay, you don't need it now anyway."

Meng Xi: "..."

·

The infirmary is not far from the playground. When Song Huai unscrewed the door of the infirmary with a sullen face, the young doctor on duty thought it was a broken bone, and immediately stood up with a serious face, "Which leg is broken? Or is the ankle sprained? If it’s serious, you’ll have to go to the Municipal People’s Hospital for X-rays, put him down quickly, and I’ll check his injuries!!”

"Well, doctor," Meng Xi said weakly, "I just collapsed after running 3000 meters. Come here for an examination."

"..."

The doctor was so fucking embarrassed, his ears popped red immediately.

Fortunately, I can't see too much hair, which maintains the dignity of medical staff.

"Oh, oh check. Then you lie down first, and I will open a medical record for you first."

He took out a notebook from the table awkwardly, took out a pen awkwardly, and asked, "Which class is it? What's it called? Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

"My heart was beating a little fast, my legs were sore, and my throat was extremely dry, as if it was going to explode."

Meng Xi took out his student card from his pocket, handed it to Song Huai, and asked him to pass it on.

The doctor simply memorized the points according to the information, and then took out the stethoscope from the side. When he walked over, he had resumed his seriousness and seriousness as a medical worker, "Pick up your clothes, and I will listen to your heart."

Meng Xi looked at his bare hands, "Do you not wear gloves during the examination, doctor?"

doctor:"……"

·

After the examination, the doctor said that there was nothing serious about him, just drink more energy drinks to replenish trace elements and water.

He also asked Song Huai to go next door with him to get some plaster, put it on tonight, and his legs will feel better when he wakes up tomorrow.

There was no one in the infirmary, so the doctor pulled down the curtain and made him a small semi-closed space so that he could rest more easily.

The window was not closed tightly, and a gust of wind blew in through the crack of the window, lifting the white gauze curtain, like a gentle hand passing by, causing a wave.

Meng Xi raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and recalled the scene again.

Did you touch it?

Not good either.

It was too short, it was almost an instant, and even he, the client, couldn't tell the difference.

·

When Song Huai opened the door and walked in, he saw him staring at the ceiling in a daze.

"Drink water."

He stretched out his hand, and there was a can of Red Bull lying in his palm.

Meng Xi took a look, "You can put it there, I'm a little tired, I'll drink it later."

Song Huai glanced at him, but didn't force him.

The two lay down and stood, and the sunlight came through the shutters, casting a mottled shadow on the marble tiles.

"Sanshui."

Meng Xi spoke suddenly.

Song Huai pulled a chair and sat down beside him, then hummed.

"There's a word for things to happen suddenly, you know that?"

Meng Xi speaks very slowly. In fact, he is not such a slow-talking person, especially to those close to him.He is more used to saying what is on his mind, and those who know him will naturally understand him.

Speaking of which, this kind of situation has happened several times. It is reasonable to say that they are old friends. He knows how to deal with them. Those few words are stuffy in his mouth. As long as he opens his mouth, he can speak clearly.

Meng Xi raised his head, met Song Huai's eyes in mid-air, looked at him intently, and waited for the next sentence seriously.

I can't say anything below.

"Nothing." He smiled, "Thank you today."

Song Huai groaned, buried his head down again, and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone.

His attitude was too natural, as if Meng Xi said thank you to him, it was a very strange and superfluous thing.

But speaking of it, they seem to have just met each other not long ago.

Meng Xi couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

"Sanshui, Xueshen? Song Huai?"

When he gets anxious, he likes to call people's names, calling Song Huai's nickname like a flower, as if this can relieve stress.

Song Huai was annoyed by his yelling, so he fumbled in his pocket and took out a toffee stuffed by the Chinese class representative, before he threw it away, he suddenly heard Meng Xi ask: "Do you have any special feelings now? "

The sound was soft, not like a feather, but like a piece of glass.

Feathers are harmless, but glass is fragile.

It is easy to hurt others, but also easy to hurt yourself.

Song Huai was silent for a moment, his hands froze in his pockets.

"Fortunately."

He said so.

"Well, don't you feel uncomfortable?" Meng Xi gestured twice, "Yes, yes, when you beat Chen Jin before, didn't you know that..."

Song Huai understood.

He put the somewhat melted toffee back into his pocket, and his soft expression gradually faded.

When he was not smiling, his facial features were indifferent, and now he was even more indifferent, "I touched you, so you feel uncomfortable?"

Meng Xi: "?"

He finally understood, straightened up and immediately sat up, his legs throbbing with pain, "No, no, I didn't mean that! I'm just worried, worried that you're not feeling well..."

He spoke in such a hurry that he became out of breath, and his ribs hurt intermittently. After speaking, a look of pain gradually appeared on his face, and the words he spit out were all pauses.

Song Huai was speechless for a while, and originally wanted to leave immediately, but now he had to stand up and pat him on the back lightly, so as to calm down.

After taking two shots, he suddenly said, "I'm fine now."

Meng Xi was startled, then heard him continue to ask: "What about you?"

He raised his head subconsciously, and Song Huai was standing beside him, just lowering his eyelids.

Light and shadow fell from his side, bounded by the tall bridge of the nose, half in the light and half in the shadows, like an unfinished sculpture falling in the art room at sunset and dusk, the boundary between light and dark is blurred but clear.The gray and white monotonous color is mixed with a hint of afterglow to create a magnificent and magical color.

Meng Xi was stunned for a moment.

Song Huai looked down at him, and after a long time, he suddenly snorted.

"Also say 'can't help falling in love with me'."

He mocked softly, "I really should give you a mirror to look at and see who is unable to extricate itself."