Be good

The meal was finished with Wang Xiao sandwiched between them.

When Zongcheng went to pay, he finally let go of Lin Qianxi's hand and pulled his fingers from between his fingers.

Lin Qianxi stood up, put his schoolbag on his shoulders, and put his hands in his pockets. He was grabbing him for a long time, and it was still warm. He glanced at Wang Xiao, who hadn't noticed it until now, and went out of the store first to wait outside. with.

Zong Cheng quickly came out of the store, put his hand on his shoulder: "Let's go."

Wang Xiao chased him out: "Brother Xi, let me see you off, my motorcycle is parked here."

Zong Cheng suddenly looked at him.

Wang Xiao was taken aback for a moment, feeling that his eyes were particularly unpleasant, as if he had appeared at the wrong time, and said with a smile: "Master Cheng, I won't send you off if you live so close, isn't Xige going to play a game? It is because he is afraid that he will be tired, and the good man will send him back early."

Lin Qianxi looked at Zongcheng and smiled: "No need, I will go back by myself."

"Let him see you off." Zongcheng felt that Wang Xiao was right: "The game is about to start, go back and rest early."

"Really?" Lin Qianxi deliberately took two steps towards Wang Xiao: "Then I'll go back?"

Zongcheng said, "Well, let's go back."

Lin Qianxi gave a low "cut" and called Wang Xiao, "Let's go, take brother back."

"Okay brother." Wang Xiao stepped on the motorcycle on the side of the road.

Lin Qianxi sat on it, and it was different when riding with Zongcheng. The back seat was far away from Wang Xiao, holding the back seat with both hands, and looked at Zongcheng again before saying, "Let's go."

Zongcheng watched the car drive away in his field of vision, but he couldn't see it, so he turned and walked back.Originally, I wanted to send him back by myself, but today is indeed a bit late, and it would be troublesome in front of others.

In high school, even a normal relationship between boys and girls is sneaky, let alone the "abnormal" relationship between him and Lin Qianxi.

When they got outside those old buildings, Zongcheng didn't go inside, but went to the opposite side of the road.

Diagonally opposite there is a small tailor's shop, the lights are still on at night, and the sound of the sewing machine is a series of sounds.

When he entered the shop, the proprietress who was stepping on the sewing machine looked up and greeted him: "It's not finished yet, I guess it can't be changed today, why don't you come back to pick it up in two days?"

Zongcheng took a look at the station. The proprietress was changing a white shirt on the machine, and there was a pair of trousers beside it. He asked Lin Qianxi to change it before dinner: "Then I will come back in two days."

"Okay." The proprietress was busy, and then chatted: "Are these your own clothes?"

"its mine."

"These clothes are made of good materials. They must have been very expensive when you bought them, right?" The proprietress said, "It looks like it's still new. It's a pity to change it. I think you are so tall, so you won't be able to wear them in the future."

"I'm not wearing it." Zong Cheng glanced at the pair of trousers: "The waist of the trousers should be narrowed down, the waist of the person wearing it is a little thinner than mine."

"Don't worry, I will remember it."

Zongcheng left after explaining.

After returning to his residence in the old building, he took off his coat and threw it on the chair as soon as he entered the room. After sitting down, he turned on the laptop on the small table and searched for the schedule of the upcoming high school billiards league.

There is already news on the Internet, soon, it will be next weekend.Wu Chuan made another surprise attack. Fortunately, Lin Qianxi has been practicing without interruption.

He scrolled down and looked at the venue where the competition was held, but it wasn't in this small place. The nearest venue was in a neighboring city.

Before I finished watching, the phone rang.Zong Cheng thought it was Lin Qianxi who had arrived home, but when he picked it up, he saw Gu Yang's name.

He pressed answer and put the phone to his ear: "What's the matter, haven't you slept yet?"

"Brother..." Gu Yang's voice was heavily nasal when he spoke.

Zongcheng heard that his condition was not right, and closed the computer: "Sick again?"

"No," Gu Yang sniffed and said, "I just had a dream when I was sleeping."

Zongcheng was silent for two seconds, and asked, "Did you dream about your mother?"

"Hmm..." Gu Yang is usually very sunny and loves to laugh, but when it comes to this kind of time, he is like a child, and his voice is low: "I didn't wake up Sister Cai, I called you quietly."

Zongcheng leaned back in his chair and listened to him.

"I dreamed about a lot of things from the past..." Gu Yang muffled his voice, probably covering his head under the quilt: "The things at home, and the Zheng family that adopted me when you went to find me..." He suddenly Stopped here, laughed, "Forget it, I shouldn't mention this, you pretend I didn't say it."

Zongcheng stood up, opened the door and went to the balcony, blowing the cool breeze on his face, without saying a word.

Gu Yang probably didn't hear the voice, so he called out a little nervously: "Brother? Are you upset?"

"No," Zongcheng said, "I'm listening to you."

Gu Yang breathed a sigh of relief: "Stop talking, I always advise you to forget about the past when you arrive in a new place, and you can't do it when it comes to yourself. Brother, don't be influenced by me, I just called you when no one said anything. , don't worry about it, those things... are not good for you, it's best to forget."

"Yeah." Zongcheng's tone didn't fluctuate, and he couldn't hear what he was thinking.

"Are you free next weekend?" Gu Yang asked abruptly, and the topic jumped off.

"It's the third year of high school. We have classes on Saturday and only half a day on Sunday." Zong Cheng calmly turned back against the wind, and took out his hand in his trouser pocket. If he didn't find a cigarette, forget it.

He was not addicted to smoking, and he hadn't smoked for several days. He had dinner with Lin Qianxi and was in a good mood, so he didn't want to smoke. Now that he answered the phone, he thought about it again.

"Ah?" Gu Yang said disappointedly: "I originally wanted to ask Sister Cai to come and find you."

"What are you doing here?" Zong Cheng leaned against the balcony, "Because I didn't visit you last time?"

"Next weekend is so important, of course it's coming."

Zong Cheng didn't care too much: "What's important?"

"Oh, forget it, you can go and see for yourself." Gu Yang sniffled again on the other end in a low voice: "I won't bother you anymore, I shouldn't have called you this time, I don't want to remind you of the past Yes. I can still tell you if I’m not feeling well, if it makes you uncomfortable, who do you talk to, I can’t talk to Brother Xi... By the way, how are you and Brother Xi?”

Zong Cheng was stunned by his sudden question, and then said, "Which one do you ask?"

"Is the relationship good?"

Zongcheng guessed that Ji Cai probably didn't tell him: "Of course."

"That's fine, then I'm going to bed, and you go to bed early too, brother."

The phone hangs up.

Zongcheng took the phone away from his ear, looked down at the call time, and it was only in the early 5 minutes.If Gu Yang hadn't been really uncomfortable, he probably wouldn't have called and chatted for five minutes, and hadtily stopped by himself.

At this time, I felt that Lin Qianxi was really needed. If it was him, he would definitely be able to coax Gu Yang well.

Zongcheng lowered his head, clicked on the calendar on his phone, and took a look at the date of next weekend. His gaze stayed on Sunday for a moment, and he remembered what day it was, but when he pointed to it, it was on the memo above Only "race" is written.

Next weekend is the day of Lin Qianxi's competition, which is very important.

……

"Crack!" The sound of the billiard ball hitting was heard in the equipment room.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, and Lin Qianxi had been at school for more than an hour, squeezing out the time for training and running to practice ball.

Jiang Hao came in from the outside, and he was not surprised to see that he arrived early. These days, he arrived very early because he had to practice.

I just wanted to get a club to practice with him, but I looked at the ball he just hit, and stopped taking it: "You hit this ball, I can't catch it. Did Wu Chuan tell you? This time the game is going out Bi, it will take several days."

Lin Qianxi straightened up, curled his lips, and said "Tsk", "I heard, trouble."

Wu Chuan had sent him the match schedule on his mobile phone, so he knew it.

"Why do I feel that you play the ball very aggressively, are you unhappy?"

"No, I just found it troublesome and delayed my studies." Lin Qianxi bent down and hit another ball.

"You have already been taught by a great god like Zongcheng, so what are you afraid of?"

Just as Jiang Hao finished speaking, he saw a figure outside: "Here we come."

Lin Qianxi looked towards the door, and Zongcheng walked in, holding a box of Qiaofen in his hand.

He entered the door and glanced at Lin Qianxi, then walked over with the cue: "This game is still Bisnooker, let's practice snooker."

"Come on." Lin Qianxi stood next to him holding the pole, watching him swing the ball.

Jiang Hao also looked at him: "You don't play this time, so you still need to come to practice in advance?"

Zongcheng said: "Practice with you."

Lin Qianxi glanced at him, took off his coat, and got ready again with the stick.

After Jiang Hao heard this, he also went to get the club.

As a result, after waiting for more than half an hour, the two men hadn't finished fighting.

Lin Qianxi took a shot, and he took a shot. Their balls on the table were entangled. One just passed, and the other caught up.

Jiang Hao looked at these two people, it seems that this is not practicing with "he and Lin Qianxi", but this is practicing with Lin Qianxi, right?

He can't play as well as Lin Qianxi, but he still knows how to watch the ball. Every time Zongcheng presses the bar and looks for angles, he is clearly looking for problems for Lin Qianxi.

Lin Qianxi's follow-up shots all broke the game.

Sparring, this is exactly a sparring partner.

"Forget it, I'll come back later, you two still have some fights." Jiang Hao went out first.

Zongcheng was rubbing powder on the pole, looked at Lin Qianxi, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "What are you doing with so much time, can't you hurry up and let him go up?"

"You keep giving me problems, I thought you didn't want me to play." Lin Qianxi raised an eyebrow on the other side and said.

"Just practice with you for the past two days." Zong Cheng said, he really didn't want him to play.

Lin Qianxi looked at him: "You know?"

"what?"

"I'm going out to play."

"Yeah." Zongcheng put down the powder and looked around the table for an angle: "This is the beginning. You will continue to play games in the future, and you will go to different places. It's very good. Isn't it better than nesting in this small place?"

"Really..." Lin Qianxi twitched the corners of his mouth, and said foolishly: "It's the first time, I'm not used to it yet."

Zong Cheng stared at him: "Could it be that Brother Xi still has stage fright?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Lin Qianxi grabbed the club and propped it on the table: "I'm still awesome without you."

Zongcheng leaned over, sent a shot, and watched the ball roll out: "I see you are not as good as me."

"..." Lin Qianxi suddenly felt that the words were ambiguous, and looked at him for a few seconds: "Fuck, why do I think you are more flirtatious than me sometimes." He grabbed the cue and walked towards him, "Am I too? I have to cure you."

Zongcheng stood up straight: "How do you deal with it?"

"Lin Qianxi," Jiang Hao returned outside, "Wu Chuan asked me to bring you a message!"

Lin Qianxi stood by the table, put down his cue, glanced at Zongcheng, and whispered, "Let's go."

Zongcheng set up the cue, clapped the Qiaofen on his hands, and went out with him.

It happened to be time for class, and the three of them went back to the classroom together. Jiang Hao walked forward and said, "Wu Chuan just came to inform me, and he contacted the arena over there, saying that there is a place where we can train for a few days, and then we have to play in the preliminaries to advance to the class." , I have to go early, and told us to follow him after school this afternoon, let me tell you."

"Fuck me?" Lin Qianxi blurted out, "So suddenly?"

Jiang Hao said: "That's what I said too, but Wu Chuan said that our place is small and there are not many people participating. It would be nice to be able to give training camps. Don't go late and be taken up by others."

Lin Qian glanced west at Zongcheng.

He walked by without saying anything.

It wasn't until he entered the classroom and sat down on the seat that Zongcheng said: "When you leave school, you will definitely be asked to go back to get a change of clothes. When you arrive, ask Wu Chuan to pick you up outside the old building."

His voice was low and suddenly, Lin Qianxi looked at him: "Why?"

"I have something for you." Zongcheng said, "You'll know when you go."

Lin Qianxi couldn't ask any more questions, the bell rang for class.

The last two classes that afternoon were mathematics. Xu Jin’s class in his senior year was different from his class in his second year. He spoke very quickly. tongue twister.

When get out of class was over, he packed up the lesson plans and left, and suddenly said, "Lin Qianxi, come here."

"?" Lin Qianxi knew it was time to leave when he heard the bell. Before he had time to pack his schoolbag, he was called by him, and subconsciously glanced at Zongcheng next to him.

"You go first, I'll go back and wait for you." Zong Cheng whispered.

Lin Qianxi stood up and went to the office.

Xu Jin was in a hurry and had already gone to the office to wait. As soon as Lin Qianxi entered, he took a few test papers and slapped them on the table.

"You want to play a game, right? Are you in the top [-]? You have Zongcheng to teach you, right? Then you have to take my homework with you."

"..." Lin Qianxi was speechless, thinking it was something, but it turned out to be homework assignments.He took those test papers: "Is there any more?"

Xu Jin was startled: "You think it's too little?"

"I'm worried about falling behind. Who knows that I'm going to play a game this time." Lin Qianxi said, "It's gone, right? Then I'm leaving."

Xu Jin looked at him in disbelief.

Lin Qianxi was about to leave with the test paper, and found that Lao Zhou sitting behind the desk was looking at him, stopped and smiled: "Why, you also have homework assignments?"

Lao Zhou took off his glasses and flipped through the lesson plans on the table.

"Forget it." Lin Qianxi wanted to leave.

"Just ask Zongcheng, and learn more from him." Old Zhou said suddenly.

Lin Qianxi looked back at him, almost thinking that he had heard wrong.

"Where's Lin Qianxi?" Wu Chuan's black bamboo pole-like figure had already appeared on the teaching building.

He had no choice but to leave immediately.

After agreeing with Wu Chuan on where to meet, Lin Qianxi took a bus back home, casually packed up his two clothes and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

When he was going out, he stopped to look at the fucking room again, the door was still closed, and he didn't come back yet.

Lin Qianxi found a pen and left a note on the cabinet at the door, and wrote it to go to the competition. Although his mother didn't usually see him very much, she had to say something.

After finishing writing, he went downstairs and went outside the community. He carried his schoolbag on his back, did a bit of preparatory exercise for his limbs, and ran towards the old building in a sprint.

Just think of it as making up for today's running training.

After running, I ran out of energy, and when I reached the old building, I was out of breath.

Lin Qianxi breathed a sigh of relief and knocked on the door.

Zongcheng opened the door and looked at him: "Run here?"

Tom jumped up and down at the door to join in the fun, flapping Lin Qianxi's legs.

Lin Qianxi picked it up and entered the door: "Yes, aren't you worried that you might be in a hurry?"

"It's not that urgent." Zongcheng smiled and walked to the door of the room: "Come here."

Lin Qianxi put Tom down and followed him, "What exactly do you want to give me?"

When he was talking, he had already looked into his room, saw a set of clothes on his bed, and was taken aback for a moment.

It was a formal suit, shirt, trousers, western-style vest, and even a bow tie.

Zongcheng said: "I brought my old clothes when I came here, but I don't need them any more. I just changed them according to your size. It's better than the one you wore last time."

Lin Qianxi looked at him: "This is what you want to give me?"

"Yeah." Zong Cheng leaned against the door and looked at him: "Try it, do you want me to avoid it?"

Lin Qianxi pursed his lips and smiled: "Whatever you want, I won't take off my clothes." As he went in, he took off his coat and the white long-sleeved shirt he was wearing inside, and took the white shirt and put it on.

Zongcheng looked at his snow-white back and narrow waist, his eyes moved downstream, and saw his obvious waist and eyes, which were covered by his shirt.

Lin Qianxi turned back and buttoned the button: "How do you know my size? It's so accurate?"

"Guess." Zong Cheng's eyes fell on his face, and he whispered: "The waist must be the most accurate, I hugged it."

"Fuck, you fucking..." Lin Qianxi held back, actually trying to cover up her faster heartbeat.

Zongcheng approached, buttoned his collar, took the bow tie and tied it on: "Remind you again, don't swear when you are on the field."

Lin Qianxi felt his fingers moving on his throat, and his Adam's apple rolled along with it: "What if I forget this time too?"

Zongcheng tugged his bow tie: "Then straighten the bow tie to remind yourself that you are a good boy."

Lin Qianxi approached him according to the strength he was pulling, pulled his hand, and smiled mischievously: "Also tidy up my waist."

Zongcheng lowered his hand, straightened the corner of his shirt, and pressed it against the waist of his trousers, not tucking it into his trousers, so he raised his eyes and looked at him for fear of wrinkles.

Lin Qianxi's nose was about to touch him: "How am I doing now?"

"Handsome." Zong Cheng actually wanted to say that he might be fascinated, and lowered his head a little.

A car horn sounded outside, followed by the phone's ringing, which rang in the coat that Lin Qianxi had just taken off.

"Fuck, come to remind me!" Lin Qianxi seemed to be awakened, and said in a low voice: "I haven't finished trying..."

Zongcheng let go.

Lin Qianxi didn't care about changing clothes, didn't answer the phone, put on his coat, took the suit and went out of the room. After a few steps, he stepped back and looked at him: "I'm leaving, the game is over. See."

"Yeah." Zong Cheng watched him trot out, the door was closed, and he sat on the bed, loosening the neckline with his fingers.