Tennis Superstar Reborn

Chapter 69

Sitting alone on the sofa, Chen Song had fantasized about the daily life of Ji Zhun and him, hehehehe, having fun for a long time, then heard the movement in the bathroom, quickly rubbed his face, and became a gentleman again.

The bathroom door opened, and Ji Zhun was only wrapped in a bath towel as usual, with his upper body exposed. Chen Song couldn't help but think of liking you again -- most of it was his imagination.

"What are you so silly about?" Ji Zhun wiped his head with a towel, then took off the towel in front of Chen Song, and began to change into his home clothes, without shyness at all.

I have met Ji Zhun many times, when I used to have no ghosts in my heart, I could still be a gentleman, but now I see Ji Zhun so open every day, Chen Song wants to spit on myself for being too petty.So he coughed and said solemnly: "I just found out that the little yellow chicken's nightgown is pretty good."

Ji Zhun took a look from the top, focusing on Chen Song's 1-by-1, nodded, "It's a good match."

Chen Song reacted and exploded, "I'm a standard size, and I'm growing now."

Ji Zhun just smiled, seeing that Chen Song was about to pounce on him, he changed the topic, "What do you want to eat?" Chen Song like this is so cute, as long as he pounces on him, he is afraid that he will not be able to control himself and will be overwhelmed.

Chen Song glanced outside, the snowflakes were flying under the dim street lamps, and the residual snow on the branches was glowing with cold white light.

"Let's eat hot pot?! It's the best hot pot on a snowy day---" Chen Song reacted, "Do you have hot pot base?"

Ji Zhun glanced at Chen Song, and began to put on his coat, "Don't ask if you can eat now? I'll go buy it, and you stay here----"

Chen Song laughed, and when we first started eating together, he was too embarrassed to eat. At that time, his skin was thin, and every time he wanted to eat, he had to ask Ji Zhun if he could eat it. Now that Ji Zhun mentioned it, he realized that he When he became more courageous, he was also fattened up by Ji Zhun.

Ji Zhun is really nice.Unknowingly, Chen Song liked Ji Zhun even more.

"Let's go together, I also want to go down and step on the snow." What's the point of staying here alone, and he went downstairs to buy some fruit.Chen Song also started to take off his bathrobe and put on his jacket. It was like a routine every day. When he touched his belly, it was hard, and the abdominal muscles would come out soon!

Ji Zhun took out a white down jacket and handed it to Chen Song, "Put it on."

The tag was removed, and the brand Chen Song couldn't tell the difference. The style was simple and elegant, and the size was just right for him.Chen Song suspected that it was bought by Ji Zhun specially for him, and he was afraid that he would be too sentimental.After getting dressed, there was still heating in the room, and it got even hotter, Chen Song urged, "Go, I'm going to die of heat."

Ji Zhun also got dressed, took the scarf and threw it into Chen Song's arms, "Put it on."

"It's so hot, let's go out for a while—I'll wear it." Chen Song buried himself in the scarf.

As soon as you go out, you know how correct it is to wear a scarf. Licheng is originally remote, close to the foot of the mountain, and the temperature in the four seasons is lower than that in the city. , Chen Song's eyelashes seemed to be glued together.

"The snow is really heavy." Chen Song sighed, and looked at Ji Zhun, "You just told me to wear a scarf, why don't you wear it yourself? Is it cold?"

Ji Zhun pressed Chen Song's hand to untie the scarf, "I'm not cold, let's go."

The two of them creaked and creaked on the snow, went to the supermarket side by side, and bought hot pot ingredients. There were not many choices, because only a small number of students who lived on campus could cook, but there were some, and it was the most common food at home when Chen Song was young. old brand.Then I followed Ji Zhun to the cafeteria, there were meat rolls and vegetables in the cafeteria, Ji Zhun was carrying the bag, Chen Song saw it and wanted to take it, but Ji Zhun pressed it back.

In the end, he bought fruit along the way. This time, Chen Song swiped the campus card first, carrying the bag.

Ji Zhun frowned, and put down the things in his hands. Chen Song thought Ji Zhun was going to rush to grab them, so he hurriedly said, "These are not heavy, so I'll just take them."

"come over."

"Hey, you are really------"

Ji Zhun took off the glove from one of his hands and put it on for Chen Song, "Remember to put the other hand in your pocket."

What Chen Song wanted to complain about just now disappeared immediately, and he was all moved.

The atmosphere became a little strange. The point was Chen Song. He looked at Ji Zhun's tall back, lowered his eyes, and quickly ran up with his things.

"Ji Zhun, I'm happy-------hey!" His feet were too slippery, Chen Song fell on his back, and he was dizzy.

Ji Zhun pulled Chen Song up, stretched out his hand to wipe off the snow on Chen Song's body, his voice was cold, but when he listened carefully, he sounded eager, "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." The courage that Chen Song managed to muster up just now disappeared as he fell down and squatted, walking with a limp, Ji Zhun's expression was cold, "The one who asked you to stay at home-- --- Forget it, come here." Stretched out a hand.

"What?"

"Holding you, hurry up."

Chen Song immediately opened his mouth and smiled, and stepped forward.Ji Zhun's hand was not gloved, it was cold and wet ----- I helped him dust off the snow just now.Chen Song's hands were also cold, but when they held each other, they felt very warm, even warmer than hands with gloves on.

The snow on the path was not cleared, and some places were trampled flat, which was a lot more slippery. Ji Zhun only picked up places with thick snow, and walked very slowly. When they returned, their clothes were covered in snow.

The two of them swept off the remaining snow on each other in the bathroom. One was cold and the other was hot. Chen Song blushed and his fingertips were cold. Ji Zhun turned on the hot water and said, "Rush down first."

"Forget about the outside, let's wash together." Chen Song said loudly.

Ji Zhun glanced at Chen Song's magnanimous eyes, and looked away, "I'm not cold, you wash first." After speaking, he left the bathroom.

It seems that Chen Song's voice just now is still echoing in my ears, and the cold wind seems to be able to blow away those two words, I like ----- Do I like you?Ji Zhun lowered his eyes, suppressing the heat in his eyes.At that moment, he really didn't want to care about whether he was high school or not, whether he was suitable or not, whether Chen Song liked him, whether he could protect him, and so on. He was eager to prove that he could feel that Chen Song didn't hate his own. Get close, and act with intimacy, even if Chen Song doesn't like him now, he believes that one day, Chen Song will fall in love with him, just like he fell in love with Chen Song.

.......

Chen Song took a shower with hot water, and regretted that he didn't finish his words just now. Maybe he said it all at once, and he didn't have so much entanglement and hesitation. But he calmed down, and he thought again, what if Ji Zhun heard his confession? Hate him?

They can't even be friends anymore, it's even better than pulling hands together to buy vegetables, eat, bathe and play basketball...

This kind of life is very happy, and the happy Chen Song doesn't want to break the existing one.

After taking a bath, Ji Zhun was making the ones he bought just now, and Chen Song was helping, and soon the small pot was set up. The bone soup was not boiled today, and Ji Zhun seemed to have thrown away washed and blanched small bones in it. The cold water is slowly simmering, the base ingredients are added, and the vegetables and meat are also ready.

When Chen Song eats hot pot, he doesn't like adding bowls, but he likes to eat the taste of the bottom of the pot itself.

Lifting the lid of the pot, a spicy smell slowly spread out, Chen Song immediately became happy, rinsed the meat roll with it, and sent it to Ji Zhun's bowl, "You eat first."

"Not bad." Ji Zhun gave a two-word evaluation.

The two slowly cooked the hot pot, and the snow fell heavily outside the window, and their thoughts slowly settled down.

After the meal, Chen Song rushed to start, but Ji Zhun didn't stop him. He was a little angry now, because of the two Chen Songs who hadn't finished speaking just now, so when Chen Song finished cleaning up, he found that Ji Zhun was a jerk. I'm gross, with a cold face, and I don't eat the washed fruit. I just ate well.

"Don't like apples? Peel an orange for you?"

"Hey, Ji Zhun, you are such a small child!" Chen Song didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and handed over the plate of cut oranges, "I'm going back---"

"Don't leave, it's snowing heavily outside." Ji Zhun said, pinching Chen Song's face as if to relieve his anger, "You're so stupid."

Chen Song immediately rolled his eyes and retorted, "You are the most naive."

The two of them cleaned up the fruit, washed their hands and brushed their teeth. The living room lights were turned off, except for the window with a small gap. The cold wind made the curtains flutter a little bit. The smell of hot pot in the room also dissipated, and the warm light in the bedroom was turned on.

The 1.5-meter bed was crowded with two big guys. Chen Song was wearing a large t-shirt and doing sit-ups on the bed. The t-shirt was rolled up and down, revealing his flat, firm and smooth skin. Ji Zhun touched it, and Chen Song Song fell on the bed in shock, and heard Ji Zhun say, "It's starting to get hard."

Can you stop being so obscene!Chen Song buried his face in the pillow, he would think about it.

Early the next morning, the snow stopped outside the window, and it was just a vast expanse of whiteness. Looking at the top of the mountain in the distance, it was very beautiful.After Chen Song got dressed, he went for a morning jog with Ji Zhun. After jogging for 10 minutes, he was sweating all over. He quickly put on his coat, and passed Ji Zhun's coat over, "Put it on quickly so you don't catch a cold."

On Monday morning, after handing in all kinds of homework, Wang Borong hurriedly lay on the table to make up the homework. This guy only remembered this morning that he still wrote the whole text silently. Now the words are flying on the notebook, like wild grass. Beside him was laughing and eating snacks, and grabbed some pistachios for Chen Song.

The two were eating pistachios, and Wang Borong complained that they were not humanitarian without looking up.

"Don't talk nonsense, copy it quickly, there are still 13 minutes before the morning reading." Li Qing glanced at his watch, and it has become a daily habit to hate Wang Borong, so he said casually: "Dumb, are you out of your mind! Friday I have already said that I will write the full text silently, at noon I will see if there are any pig brains, and I will make up for you."

"Get lost." Wang Borong became irritable, "I don't have time to talk to you, come back after I finish writing."

Chen Song was watching the two people's daily confrontation. Li Qing had already started to make trouble, but he stopped when he saw it. When the bell rang, Wang Borong put away the pen and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's done!" green.

Chen Song looked at the notebook, the whole story was like a ghost drawing, and if he could recognize it, he was considered a good Chinese teacher.

After the first class in the morning, Chen Song received a text message from Liu Bo, confirming the game in the afternoon, asking the class teacher for leave at noon, and going to Bozhi in the afternoon.

Licheng Tennis Team members have such privileges, but if the final grades are too low, the coach will forcefully stop all the activities of the main selection, and wait for when the grades will remain in the middle and when will they return to the team.

Getting on the school bus, the coach looked at Ji Zhun on the way, "How's your arm? Can you hit it?"

"can."