I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang finally couldn't remember how he crawled back to bed and fell asleep in a daze.

The first thing he did when he woke up the next day was to look at the bed next to him. There was no one there, but the quilt was neatly folded, and there was the sound of water rushing from the bathroom.

Only then did he feel relieved, and began to have doubts in his heart, was everything last night a dream?

No, he shook his head, the phrase "I like men" echoed in his mind, denying the possibility that it was a dream.

At that time, Cheng Wang refused that boy without any hesitation, and it could even be said that he didn't show any face.

But Song Mingwang still couldn't figure out how could Cheng Wang be gay?

Although he didn't see Cheng Wang expressing his liking for any girl, he also didn't see him treat boys in a special way, treating both men and women equally indifferently.

"Song Mingwang, wake up, you have to go back to school today, have you packed your things?"

Tian Mengmeng kept knocking on the door, so Song Mingwang had no choice but to stop those messy thoughts and start packing things.

After returning to school, Song Mingwang deliberately observed Cheng Wang for several days, but did not find anything unusual.

After arriving in the classroom early on Wednesday morning, Song Mingwang took another look at Cheng Huan's seat. There was no one, and there was no schoolbag. It should be that no one came yet.

Speaking of which, Cheng Wang is indifferent to everyone, and he is not particularly close to anyone, but he has a good relationship with most of the boys in the class, and there are many boys in the other class who can talk to him.

Song Mingwang began to think wildly, and a possibility popped up in his mind.

They were all taken aback.

Tang Tan and Cheng Wang should have the closest relationship, and the two of them often hang shoulder to shoulder, so it's not what he thinks.

But after thinking about it again, I felt it was too ridiculous. Tang Tan obviously had a girlfriend, and it was impossible for Cheng Wang to do that.

He was startled when he thought of this, and Tian Mengmeng came before he could recall the weirdness in his heart.

He thinks he is not someone who can keep secrets for others, let alone about Cheng Wang, he thought he would want to tell the whole school, but for some reason, he just didn't say it.

Until Tian Mengmeng sat in front of him and began to chatter, mentioning Cheng Huang's good relationship with women, the words were full of envy.

He couldn't help correcting, "What's the use, he doesn't like girls."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I'm not talking nonsense, he just likes boys."

"impossible."

"that is!"

"Then prove it to me."

"how to prove."

"As long as you prove it yourself, how else can you prove it?"

He was just saying it casually, but when he saw Song Mingwang's face turned serious, he panicked when he thought about it, "I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously, even if others like men, they can't like you."

Song Mingwang gritted his teeth with a cold face, "You are looking down on me, okay, I have received your provocation."

Tian Mengmeng: "..."

Even though he said that, Song Mingwang didn't intend to do it, he just said it in order to save face after being provoked by Tian Mengmeng's words.

What's more, he didn't know what to do if he was asked to do it, and if he was asked to show his favor to Cheng Wang, his scalp tingled when he thought of the possibility.

No. [-] Middle School has been rectifying discipline these past few days. The news that Class No. [-] confiscated mobile phones has spread widely. Everyone is in danger, afraid that they will be the next to suffer.

Song Mingwang also hid the phone tightly, wishing he could stuff it in and keep it close to him.

In addition to these, he also discovered that Cheng Wang's attitude towards himself has changed slightly.

Maybe it was because he was injured in his house, thinking of this, he thought that he was still a little bit of conscience.

But his attitude is not much better, he is still lukewarm, but it can still be reflected in some aspects.

In the past, when I climbed the mountain by myself, I would wait for myself if there was nothing, and now it is like this.

"Are you going to the commissary?"

Seeing Cheng Juan and Tang Tan get up together and walk towards the back door, Song Mingwang immediately stopped Cheng Juan.

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows: "Is there something wrong?"

"Bring me a bag of Bear biscuits and Dove chocolates."

"..."

For a moment, the class seemed to be a little quiet.

It took Tang Tan a long time to react, he couldn't hold back his foolish smile, and let out a groan. "Is there anything wrong with your brain, let Brother Wang bring you something."

"By the way, I want the original chocolate." Song Mingwang ignored him.

Cheng Fan paused, turned around and walked away without saying anything.

Song Mingwang looked at his back as he left, and hummed a few words pretending to be in pain, "My leg hurts so much."

Tian Mengmeng: "What's going on! What's wrong with your leg!"

Song Mingwang saw that the man had already left, so he didn't pretend to be in pain anymore, curled his lips and said, "It was caused by Cheng Wang's cat."

Tian Mengmeng: "...you went to Cheng Huang's house?!"

"Ah."

Tian Mengmeng said suspiciously, "Why did you go to his house?"

Song Mingwang said angrily, "There is something."

No matter how Tian Mengmeng tried to pry his mouth, he would never say that he was going to thank him.

On the other side, at the canteen, Tang Tan bought a bottle of Coke, and just as he unscrewed the bottle cap to take a sip, he heard Cheng Wan say a series of snack names expressionlessly.

"puff-"

He spewed out the Coke in shock, "No, brother. You really bought it for him.

Cheng Wang ignored him, and stood there with his pocket in his pocket, waiting for the boss to bring him something.

"It's not right, I said what are you two doing behind our backs. It's because you have something to hold in his hands, otherwise there is no way to explain it."

Cheng Wang took the bag, glanced at the messy pile of snacks inside, then raised his eyes to look at him, and said coldly: "Do you think it's possible?"

Tang Qin clicked his tongue again: "That's why I find it strange."

Cheng Wang didn't speak any more, and walked outside with his long legs.

In the classroom, Song Mingwang is playing backgammon with Tian Mengmeng.He has recently fallen in love with the sport.I think it's more fun than sudoku puzzles.

It's going to the most tense moment.Suddenly a bag was thrown down and placed in the middle of the chess game.

He looked back.Cheng Wang had already pulled out his chair and sat down.

Song Mingwang was delighted in his heart, and his thoughts were indeed as he guessed.

As long as he mentions his leg injury, Cheng Wang will respond to his requests.

He opened the bag and looked, and found that they were all the snacks he wanted, but he bought the wrong taste of chocolate.

"Why not the original flavor? I don't like eating nuts." He muttered unhappily.

Cheng Fan's tone was a little impatient, and he clicked his tongue: "What's wrong."

This was Tang Tan who was on the side chiming in, "Yes, you are used to it, and Brother Wang asked, it doesn't sell the original taste."

Song Mingwang glanced at him, curled his lips and said nothing.

Tian Mengmeng looked at Song Mingwang and then at Cheng Huang, with a magical expression.

The first class in the afternoon is Chinese. The Chinese teacher is about 30 years old. She likes to dress up very much. She usually wears fashionable clothes and has a good temper. Her classmates call her Sister Chen.

"This time, the project team will be in groups of two at the same table. You can discuss the division of labor by yourself, and remember to hand in your homework before Wednesday."

After she finished saying this, she gracefully picked up the textbook and left the class, leaving everyone in the classroom looking at each other in blank dismay.

Song Mingwang rubbed his forehead, thinking that maybe he didn't sleep well last night and his mind was groggy.

But he understood everything the teacher said, and asked him to do homework with Cheng Wang.

In his opinion, Cheng Wang can't help at all, and he will not allow others to intervene in his homework.

Cheng Wan frowned slightly, and the pen he was spinning fell to the ground with a "click".

This sound irritated Song Mingwang, he turned his head to look at Cheng Huang's expression, and after looking at it carefully for a while, he finally recognized an emotion, he felt that he was disgusted.

"What do you mean by frowning!"

A familiar chirping sound could be heard in Cheng Juan's ears. He picked up the pen and glanced at Song Mingwang, his brows furrowed slightly imperceptibly.

"You're still wrinkled, you're still wrinkled!"

Song Mingwang felt wronged, "I don't even despise you, why do you despise me?"

He felt that Cheng Juan was really unreasonable. If others worked on the project with him, they would definitely be grateful, because it meant that he could be a shopkeeper and not care about anything.

Cheng Huan stopped the rolling gel pen in his hand, his brows and eyes were calm: "So you can do it yourself?"

"No, you have to do the homework with me. You are not allowed to leave after school tomorrow afternoon. We will go to the library together. You are in charge of looking up information, and I am in charge of writing the project."

"..."

Song Mingwang seemed to think of something again, he straightened his chest and raised his chin, "I'm the team leader, so I don't have any objections."

Wang Qingyuan, who just passed by, happened to hear this sentence, and muttered disapprovingly.

"What kind of team leader did the two choose?"

Song Mingwang glared at him, and he immediately fell silent, wondering why he was so aggressive.

When school was about to leave the next afternoon, Song Mingwang was afraid that he would forget, so he hid on the rooftop and sent him a WeChat message. They usually have contact information, but they don't communicate much.

The last chat record was still on him asking Cheng Wang to bring snacks. Although Cheng Wang didn't reply, he still had to bring it to him.

Song Mingwang always felt that there was something missing after sending it. After thinking twice, he finally remembered what was missing, and hurriedly typed a string of words and sent it.

Cheng Fan, who was washing his hands, heard a vibration from his mobile phone in his trouser pocket. He turned off the faucet without haste, flicked the water from his hands casually, and took his mobile phone while walking out of the bathroom.

"Don't forget the library."

"Library library library library."

As soon as he opened the page, a long string of words popped out, Cheng Wang frowned subconsciously, is this person a repeater?

"By the way, my feet hurt so much."

Another message popped up in real time from the other side, and Cheng Fan could imagine his tone in his mind.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Tan approached from behind.

Cheng Wang put away the phone without changing his face, and habitually lowered his eyelids, "It's nothing."

Tang Tan didn't pay attention either, and continued, "But what's the matter with you after school this afternoon? I just heard you call someone about changing shifts."

"Well, something happened."

"What's the matter?" Tang Tan asked curiously, "Isn't it a date?"

Otherwise, what would make Cheng Huang quit his job, but his rationality told himself that there was no one who could make him quit his job except Cheng Huang's grandma.

"No."

Cheng Wang paused, and then explained in a deep voice: "I went to the library with Song Mingwang."

Tang Tan: "..."

Another vibration came from Cheng Wang's mobile phone, and when he opened it, it was indeed Song Mingwang's message, urging him to reply quickly.

He frowned slightly, and turned his head to keep his ears clean, and there was no sound over there.

Tang Tan looked at him for a while, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, and half-jokingly said, "I don't know if I was influenced by the messy comics Shen Nian read, why do you feel that you treat Song Mingwang a little differently..."

Cheng Xuan raised his eyes and glanced at him.