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"Position is not standard."

This was the first sentence Yao An heard when he joined the swimming team.

It was also this sentence that started his long kickboard kicking career.

When others are practicing freestyle, he kicks on the kickboard; when others are doing intra-team relay, he kicks on the kickboard;

Yao An came out of the swimming pool with water dripping from his hair, and the air was colder than the liquid. He gave his middle finger to the signboard of the swimming pool, walked into a dessert shop across the street with slightly cramped legs.

The atmosphere in the store is warm, the walls are pink, there are grid photo grids, and every table is occupied by couples.

Yu Zhouyao sat behind a glass of tiramisu cheese snowball, held up a spoon, and shook it to Yao An.

"How long have you been waiting?" Yao An sat down opposite her.

"For a while." Yu Zhouyao scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and turned to him.

Yao An shook his head: "It's too sweet."

Yu Zhouyao put the spoonful of sharp sweets into his mouth, then scraped off the melted sugar coating on the white snowball, and asked, "Are you tired from training?"

"It's not so tired." Yao An curled his lips, "It's more like being screwed."

"Huh?" Yu Zhouyao smiled, propped his chin, and looked at him carefully.

"Eat, what are you looking at me for?" Yao An also laughed.

Yu Zhouyao nodded and drank a whole cup. They didn't speak during this time. After eating, her teeth chattered a little.

"Huh, it's still too cold." Yu Zhouyao said, "It's a little tired."

"So sweet?" Yao An moved the cup over and tapped the bottom of the cup thoughtfully with his fingertips.

Yu Zhouyao stared at him, feeling that he was very warm at the moment, but when he glanced at other people who depended on him, he always felt that... such warmth was out of place.

Because it's too modest.

"What's wrong?" Yao An noticed her trance.

"No." Yu Zhouyao wanted to perfunctory the past with a smile, but he couldn't be reconciled.

Not reconciled, not crossing the line, nor excessive.

"Yao An." She propped her chin and called softly.

"Ok?"

"Sometimes I think..." Yu Zhouyao paused and said, "Could it be that you don't really like me that much?"

"of course."

Yao Jianqi scooped down a large spoonful of ice cream and put it in his mouth without changing his expression.

"Isn't it cold..." Yao An stared at it intently, as if a trace of cold had slipped through his gums.

Yao Jianqi ignored it and repeated what he said just now: "Of course it's normal to ask such a question."

"Really?" Yao An lay on the dining table with his chin resting on the back of his hands, "It really sounds like we're going to break up."

"Ok?"

"Scare me!"

So he replied subconsciously at that time: "Why?"

"Feeling." Yu Zhouyao lowered his head and lost his expression.

"How does it feel?" Yao An was at a loss.

Yu Zhouyao saw him from the cup, and in the end, he brushed it off: "Nonsense, send me back to school."

"That's it?" Yao Jianqi asked.

Yao An nodded.

He looked at Yao An complicatedly, and after a while, he said, "From now on, you just need to deny it."

Yao An looked at him and sighed deeply: "Why didn't these things happen before?"

"You...what was it like before?" Yao Jianqi asked casually.

Yao An whispered, "Just eat, chat, and hold hands."

"now what?"

"the same."

"Same?"

"That's right." Yao An tilted to the side, "What went wrong?"

Just holding hands.

Yao Jianqi suddenly looked at Yao An, still looking like he didn't know what the problem was.

He twisted the cup tightly in his hand.

"Go back quickly." Yu Zhouyao stopped in front of the school gate.

She went in through the small door next to the reception room, and the solid security uncle took a look at them.

"Zhouyao." Yao An moved two steps aside.

Yu Zhouyao turned around and faced him, separated by a telescopic iron gate.

"I'm sorry." Yao An scratched the hair on the back of his head, he couldn't figure it out, so he could only apologize.

Yu Zhouyao remained silent for a moment, as if realizing his sincere incomprehension, a thin smile appeared on his face: "There is nothing I'm sorry about."

"But……"

"Really not." Yu Zhouyao leaned forward, wanting to touch his face, but he had no choice but to let the impulse gradually dissipate due to his onlookers.

Yao Jianqi calmly ate the last bite of the snowball, and answered the irrelevant question in Yao An's "Why Do You Say It": "It's too sweet."

"It's Tian that bought it for you. Can ordinary people bear it?" Yao An said with a smile, "I can get back with a taxi, I'm afraid it will melt."

"En." Yao Jianqi glanced at him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" Yao An was satisfied as he stepped on his last word.

So he really didn't know that there was a family on the left at the south gate of the community, Yao Jianqi thought.

"Oh, that's right." Yao An didn't know what to bring up again, and patted his knee, "Then..."

"After you," the harsh sound of the chair legs scraping against the tiles interrupted him, Yao Jianqi stood up, picked up the cup and spoon, "don't talk to me about this anymore."

After all, before Yao An could ask why, he said again: "I don't understand your affairs."

"What's the matter." Yao An crossed his legs clearly, "You're going to fall in love in the future, so let's preview it for you in advance."

Yao Jianqi didn't say anything, and walked to the sink in the kitchen.

"Today is for the sake of the ice cream." Yao Jianqi turned the faucet to the far right and rinsed the glass under the rush of water, "Idiots teach you how to fall in love."

"What did you say?" Yao An stretched his neck, and the second half of the sentence was lost in the splash of the pool, so he couldn't hear clearly.

Yao Jianqi turned off the water, put a towel on it, and stood the cup upside down on the window sill, letting the water drip down neatly.

"Change clothes." He said when passing Yao An, "The hat is wet."

Yao An pulled off his collar and saw a few thin drops of water lying on the tip of the hat.

Neither he nor Yu Zhouyao noticed.