Save a giant as a bamboo horse [rebirth]

After joining the choir, as expected by Wu Xiaofeng, the guy named Zhang Jiahe was not very friendly to him, and basically didn't give him a good look.

Wu Xiaofeng understood the reason why he was quite prestigious among the boys. He was the first member of the choir to win the championship of the provincial singing competition since its establishment. Among so many schools in the province and so many people, he won the championship last year.

Wu Xiaofeng admitted that this is indeed a remarkable achievement, especially in the singing competition, the attached middle school has been suppressed by the No. [-] Middle School, which is also a provincial key point, and Zhang Jiahe's championship has really earned the school a lot of face.

Zhang Jiahe, who became famous in the First World War, as a man of the hour, naturally became the core figure of the chorus, and even the group leader Gao Chang had to give three points.

Because Zhang's family pushed Wu Xiaofeng intentionally or unintentionally, they treated him coldly and ignored him, and their disgust towards him was clearly shown on their faces.

There are very few microphones in the choir. Because of Zhang Jiahe’s deliberation, he can hardly get a microphone. He can only listen to other people’s singing, watch the band’s performance, mix with the chorus, and have almost no chance to show his singing ability.

Fortunately, Wu Xiaofeng didn't take it seriously. He originally regarded the choir as an extracurricular activity. Listening to other people's singing or chorus can also complete daily tasks and earn points, so this hour is not a waste of time.

It's just that I don't quite understand that I have no grievances with the Zhang family. Why did this person have a grudge with him? After much deliberation, it can only be attributed to: aura mismatch.

In order to please him, some boys who were close to Zhang Jiahe stood in line one after another, ignored Wu Xiaofeng, and often satirized him behind his back to make Zhang Jiahe happy.

But Zhang Jiahe could control the boys, but couldn't control the willful girls.

Wu Xiaofeng is frank and forthright. The most important thing is that he has a handsome face that people will never get tired of seeing. Naturally, all the girls like to surround him. He was able to finish eating with relish. Because of the enthusiasm of the girls, Wu Xiaofeng would chat and laugh with them when he had nothing to do, and pass the time. Got a reason to hate him.

Most of the choir are seniors and sisters from the second and third grades of junior high school. For Wu Xiaofeng, unfamiliar people are just like air, and the children who are only junior high school are just ignoring people, talking badly, and behind their backs. Such tricks as saying bad things did not arouse Wu Xiaofeng's attention at all.

Some girls quarreled with those boys because of his grievances, and Wu Xiaofeng tried to persuade them to make peace, not taking the Zhang family and the gang seriously at all. His indifferent attitude naturally angered the Zhang family and the gang even more.

Over time, the choir was divided into two or three small groups, some supported Zhang Jiahe, some supported Wu Xiaofeng, and some did not stand for either team.

Chen Jiacheng didn't know that Wu Xiaofeng was pushed out by boys in the choir.

After practicing Sanda and boxing during the winter vacation, Chen Jiacheng was fascinated by it. Since Wu Xiaofeng was going to the choir on Thursday, he had nothing to do there, so he chose to practice Taekwondo on Tuesday, practice boxing on Thursday, and go to the training base on Saturday. Learn Sanda.

Chen Jiacheng didn't know, and Wu Xiaofeng didn't take it seriously, so naturally he wouldn't tell him, so the matter was kept a secret.

In the blink of an eye, a year passed, and Wu Xiaofeng and Chen Jiacheng were busy and happily promoted to the second year of junior high school, and it was the beginning of the school year, and the two were still living a stable cohabitation life.

And after this summer vacation, Chen Jiacheng grew another five centimeters taller, reaching 1.8 meters in one leap. Wu Xiaofeng hurried on, drinking milk as water every day, but in the end he only grew two or three centimeters, reaching 1.6 meters five.

Wu Xiaofeng was depressed. He repeatedly recalled when he grew to be 1.7 meters and eight heads in his previous life. Unfortunately, it was so long ago that he really couldn't remember clearly. He thought optimistically, if Chen Jiacheng stopped growing, then he would be 1.7 meters and eight Although it is not 1.8 meters high, there is not much difference.

The biggest difference between the two is not their height, but their figure. Chen Jiacheng not only practices taekwondo, boxing, and Sanda, but also insists on running a few laps on the playground every day to exercise. After this exercise, Chen Jiacheng's figure is hard to imagine. .

In Wu Xiaofeng's previous life, he was a dead man who was too lazy to die. He was able to lie down instead of sit up, and sit up instead of standing up. Apart from being thin, he didn't know if it was an advantage. Those soft arms had nothing to do with Chen Jiacheng. Derby.

"Hey, I said it's fine for you to learn fighting by yourself, why do you have to let me learn this too." Wu Xiaofeng lay on the bed weakly.

As usual, Wu Xiaofeng accompanied Chen Jiacheng to practice Sanda on Saturday. He sat on the mats piled up in the training ground and looked at Chen Jiacheng, who was sweating and practicing sparingly, with his strong upper body. Do I have to go to the Shaolin Temple to complete my studies if I continue my studies?" This question.

He was chewing gum in his mouth, cocking his legs and thinking wildly while admiring Chen Jiacheng's proficient fighting skills. Watching him knock down his opponents one by one, he couldn't help silently giving him a lot of praise in his heart.

As a result, after Chen Jiacheng finished the practice, he didn't know how he felt. He said that Wu Xiaofeng didn't exercise too much at ordinary times, so he insisted on asking him to give it a try. It happened that Wu Xiaofeng thought it was novel, so he agreed to him, and learned a few tricks from him. As a result, he beat himself in one afternoon. Tired backache.

Chen Jiacheng had just finished taking a shower, and was wiping his wet hair. Seeing him lazily lying on his stomach and not wanting to move, his heart was pounding, and he felt very cute. He smiled and said, "I don't know who it was later, who insisted on pulling me over and over again." Practice over and over."

Wu Xiaofeng hummed twice, "It's quite interesting to practice once in a while."

Chen Jiacheng smiled, dried his hair, put the towel on the shelf on the balcony, turned around, walked back to the room and closed the bed curtain, looked down at Wu Xiaofeng's sore and limp appearance in front of the bed, and said softly, "How about I give it to you?" Would you like a massage?"

As soon as Wu Xiaofeng heard the excitement, he hurriedly propped up his body and said, "Okay! I have massaged you so many times, so I have the opportunity to enjoy your services."

While talking, he pointed to his shoulders, arms, and waist, emphasizing, "These places are particularly sore."

In Chen Jiacheng's eyes, every movement of Wu Xiaofeng was so cute and interesting, which not only moved his heart, but also made him happy. At this moment, he couldn't help laughing twice as he watched his movements.Thinking of Wu Xiaofeng noticing the soreness in his body after he came back from a certain intensive practice, the considerate Wu Xiaofeng immediately suggested to give Chen Jiacheng a massage to relieve his muscles instantly.

Every time Chen Jiacheng thought of it, his heart would warm up.

However, whenever Wu Xiaofeng sat on his waist and pressed his round buttocks against his body, he would always unconsciously feel a strange feeling, and a surge of impulse surged up in his heart, and it took a lot of effort to suppress it. .

Fortunately, at this time, he was lying on his stomach, with his face turned away from Wu Xiaofeng, and he didn't see anything. He could only go to the bathroom to take a shower with cold water when Wu Xiaofeng was not paying attention, so as to calm down his heart and body after being massaged every time. restlessness.

So much so that Chen Jiacheng was both happy and afraid of Wu Xiaofeng's massage service, very contradictory.

The self-control he is proud of has no effect in front of Wu Xiaofeng at all. Sometimes Chen Jiacheng is afraid, fearing that one day he will lose control of himself and Wu Xiaofeng will stay away from him.

Chen Jiacheng let out a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "Then you lie down, and I will give you a few presses."

Hearing Chen Jiacheng's words, Wu Xiaofeng said "Mmm", and immediately lay down neatly, with his eyes closed and his face turned sideways, looking forward to Chen Jiacheng's massage service.

Sitting beside him, Chen Jiacheng carefully pressed his sore shoulders and arms with his hands, controlling his strength from time to time according to his reaction, for fear of hurting him.

In this world, Wu Xiaofeng was the only one who could treat Chen Jiacheng like a treasure with such care.

It was just a little bit of pain for Chen Jiacheng, Wu Xiaofeng couldn't help snorting because he was too comfortable, the sound made Chen Jiacheng's mind tremble, and somewhere in his dormant body, he stood up to attention involuntarily.