Once they hit each other, they will rely on you!

In the next few days, every morning and evening, Wu Xing and Shang Peng would run together, the two of them tacitly agreed, and neither of them mentioned anything about that morning.

After this week of running, Wu Xing felt that his stamina had greatly improved.

Later, one night, after Wu Xing ran the 5000 meters, he walked up to Shang Peng and said confidently, "Master Peng, try again. I think I will be able to run within three points this time."

Shang Peng raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Really?"

Wu Xing nodded heavily, "Absolutely!"

So, Shang Peng gave Wu Xing another test.

In the end, when Wu Xing went to ask Shang Peng for the result in high spirits after running, he saw Shang Peng's eyes with pity.

Wu Xing suddenly felt something was wrong, "Doc, why are you looking at me like that?"

Shang Peng repeated what he said last time, "You still have room for improvement."

Wu Xing stammered, "...how much?"

"20 seconds."

Knowing this tragic result, Wu Xing couldn't help shouting up to the sky: "Damn! Kill me!"

Seeing Wu Xing's unlucky look, Shang Peng couldn't help but smiled and patted his head, "Okay, I guess it's almost time to run for another week."

Wu Xing let him touch his head, and replied in a low voice: "Got it."

"By the way, Baboon, do you know how to play basketball?" Shang Peng suddenly remembered this and asked.

Wu Xing raised his head, looking at Shang Peng, his eyes seemed to burst into light for a moment, "Of course! I think I was the little basketball prince of our school back then!"

Shang Peng smiled and said, "Then let's compete for a while?"

"Who is afraid of whom?!"

……

A unique bullfighting competition has begun.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xing usually looks listless, but he is not inferior to Shang Peng in playing basketball.

After several rounds, the two were almost evenly tied.

In the end, both of them lay down on the lawn, panting.Wu Xing couldn't help feeling: Playing basketball is much more tiring than running.

It's summer now, and my clothes are soaked in sweat, sticking to my body wetly.

Naturally, Shang Peng couldn't stand the smell of sweat, so he planned to go back.Turning his head to look at Wu Xing, the guy who was lying down just now got up at some point, and now he is lying on the lawn, his buttocks pouted, and he doesn't know what he is looking at.

Shang Peng leaned over, put his hand on Wu Xing's shoulder naturally, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Hush... this cricket fell asleep." Wu Xingsha said matter-of-factly.

Shang Peng: "..."

Wu Xing carefully picked up the cricket from the ground and put it in the palm of his hand to examine it carefully. While looking at it, he sighed: "Dapengzi, since I came here, I haven't seen a cricket for a long time."

"really."

Shang Peng nodded. In such a big city, it is hard to find a decent grass, let alone this kind of insects that like to live in the grass.

Wu Xing said again: "Dapengzi, I want to take it back and raise it. Do you have an empty box?"

"Yes, then go to my place first."

Shang Peng picked up the jacket beside him and got up, Wu Xing hurriedly followed.

After arriving home, Shang Peng immediately took out an empty shoebox and handed it to Wu Xing.

Because of the dim light just now, Wu Xing thought the cricket was asleep.Now under the bright fluorescent lamp, he realizes that the cricket is not asleep, but dead.It doesn't move at all...

Wu Xing bit his lip, and stopped stiffly.

After Shang Peng came out of the shower, he saw such a scene. Wu Xing lowered his head, and his lonely figure looked very bleak under the light.

Going forward quickly, Shang Peng patted Wu Xing's shoulder, "What's wrong?"

"Dapengzi..." Wu Xing's voice was muffled, "The cricket is dead."

Shang Peng took the box and took a look, he was indeed dead.

Just when he was about to say a few words of comfort, Wu Xing spoke again, "I thought it would give me some thoughts, the same thoughts as the feeling of home."

"I... feel homesick, Dapengzi."

Wu Xing still lowered his head, Shang Peng couldn't see his expression, but could feel his voice was wet.

Almost uncontrollably, Shang Peng pressed Wu Xing's head to his chest, and patted his back lightly with his hand, even his voice was extremely soft, "If you miss home, go back and have a look."