I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang held his finger in his mouth and grinded it with his teeth. Seeing that Cheng Wang didn't respond, he let go of his hand embarrassingly, and spat several times.

He wiped his red and swollen eyes again, gave Cheng Wang a fierce look, stood up and wanted to walk past him.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Wang grabbed his hand.

Cheng Wang stared at him and twitched the corners of his mouth: "I didn't even have time to get angry, you're still angry."

Song Mingwang couldn't understand what he meant, he still remembered what he said in the toilet just now.

Cheng Huang suspected that he was clingy, so he didn't want to talk to him for a long time, and his own self-esteem couldn't allow him to keep his face on his face and his ass on his back. The premise for him to like someone is that that person respects him, not belittles him , ignore him.

"let me go!"

He also understands that he is ruthless and soft-hearted, and Cheng Wang hates this realization of himself, which is more terrible than the blow caused by failing a thousand exams.

His tone trembled obviously, and he wondered if the person in front of him had noticed.

Cheng Wang seemed a little impatient, thinking that he was still pretending to cry, and he didn't intend to pay attention this time.

"do not Cry."

Song Mingwang wiped his tears vigorously, lowered his head and pursed his lips without speaking.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Wang finally softened his tone, stretched out his hand and touched his head, it was reconciliation.

"What I said in the toilet just now is what I said casually, and I don't take it seriously."

Song Mingwang's heart skipped a beat.

"How about we are still the same as before?"

Song Mingwang raised his head, glanced at him quickly, and said, "Isn't it really true?"

"No."

Song Mingwang sniffed, and said in a stuffy nasal voice, "Don't say that next time."

"it is good."

"Then can we be friends?"

"What do you say?"

Song Mingwang sniffed aggrievedly, and his whole body went limp.

Cheng Huan smiled silently: "Isn't it already?"

Song Mingwang suddenly came alive like a withered flower in water, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Could it be a good friend?" He pushed forward.

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows: "It depends on your performance."

In a sense, Song Mingwang was really easy to coax, he quickly regained his spirits, and Tang Tan also apologized to him, saying that his words were too much, and he won't do it next time.

Cheng Wang didn't plan to change seats either, and the so-called application was thrown into the trash can under the supervision of Song Mingwang.

Song Mingwang was in a good mood, and all the troubles of the previous days were gone.

Still, there was an episode for him, but it was about the school celebration.

Song Mingwang was caught by the girls in the class, and Meng Keran, the leader, looked embarrassed, thinking that he should adopt a soft policy first.

"There are not enough participants to host the event given above, we plan to select a few boys to host besides our few girls, and the rest of the students will be guests."

"So?" Song Mingwang was puzzled.

"So we're going to find you."

"..."

Song Ming stood up abruptly and wanted to leave, but Meng Keran quickly held him down, "Don't go! As a member of class seven, you can't escape."

"Yeah, just wear a cartoon doll costume to attract customers."

Song Mingwang coldly refused: "I don't have a hobby of transvestism."

Meng Keran and the others had no choice but to coax and say, "I just want you to dress up temporarily, not only for you, but for everyone else."

"Who?"

"Tian Mengmeng Yuyan and the others were also pulled over by us."

"I'm not going either."

Seeing that it still didn't make sense, Meng Keran finally used his trump card. He patted Song Mingwang on the shoulder and said heavily, "To be honest, there is actually a competition for the creative shop in this class."

Song Mingwang pricked up his ears.

"There are eight classes in the back and three classes in the front. These are the top classes among the top classes. It can be said that they are surrounded by tigers and wolves."

Song Mingwang sat up slightly.

"And you are the best-looking one in the whole school. We were lucky enough to be assigned to you in our class."

Song Mingwang grinned.

"The situation is very serious now, winning or losing depends on one action, and you can decide whether to win or lose. Without you, we will definitely lose,"

Song Mingwang finally couldn't bear it anymore, he was full of pride in his heart, he slapped his chest, and blurted out, "I promise!"

It's too late to regret it.

On the day of the school celebration, Song Mingwang hid in the toilet and was unwilling to come out. Meng Keran and a group of girls called his name at the door, and everyone around him looked at him, scaring him and running out quickly.

In the end Song Mingwang was forced to put on a doll costume.

The doll clothes are not the bulky and terribly heavy type that covers the whole head when advertising leaflets, but the one that can reveal the face, just looking at it, it looks like a cartoon animal hoodie.

Under Song Mingwang's strong protest, he asked all the girls to go away and he changed clothes by himself.

"Wow, Mingwang's legs are actually hairless."

"I'm really envious, his legs are so white and straight, I'm ashamed as a woman."

"Really, did you remove your hair quietly?"

After he finished changing, the girl recalled what she had just seen, and couldn't help chirping curiously.

Song Mingwang retorted with difficulty: "I didn't!"

A group of boys saw this scene when they opened the door.

Tang Tan, who was twisting the doorknob, teased, "Who are you teasing?"

When several girls saw other boys in the class coming in, they felt embarrassed and blushed.

Song Mingwang struggled to stand up, revealing his whole body from behind the girl.

The boy at the door looked at him, and fell into a strange silence.

After a few seconds, Tang Tan was the first to react and burst out laughing.

"Hahahahahahaha what is this!"

Meng Keran wanted to cover his mouth: "Stop laughing, you straight men don't know how to be cute."

Song Mingwang blushed, saw Cheng Huang standing behind him, and hurriedly left the others and stumbled towards him.

Cheng Wang looked at the man standing still in front of him, panting, his dark eyes slightly lowered to watch him.

Song Mingwang didn't notice his expression, and complained to him aggrievedly, "They bullied me."

When he said this, he pursed his mouth subconsciously, his curly black hair curled up slightly, he was wearing a little dinosaur doll costume, his whole body was green, and his fair and handsome face was blushed because of shyness or anger, and he looked very cute.

"I saw it."

"..."

"You still don't help me after seeing you, aren't you my good friend?" Song Mingwang's eyes widened in disbelief.

Cheng Wang didn't change his face: "I don't remember that I said it."

Song Ming shut up his mouth, he didn't expect Cheng Wang's memory to be good.

Speaking of which, Song Mingwang hadn't been to a milk tea shop at all, and he didn't know what the waiter should do, and his tone was very bad, and several classmates had already complained about him.

Song Mingwang scoffed at this, and silently wrote down the names of those people in his heart.

"What do you want?"

Another person rang the bell, Song Mingwang mechanically finished his lines, and when he looked up, he saw it was Cheng Huang.

Cheng Wang flipped through the list, without changing his face, said: "The signboard of your store."

Song Mingwang murmured in his heart, isn't it all made of Xiangpiaopiao?

"understood."

Cheng Wang's slender legs crossed naturally, his body leaned forward, and he tapped the table with his fingers slightly bent.

"Is this how your store lets you talk to customers?"

Song Mingwang gritted his teeth and looked at him. He was really involved in the play, but he had to cooperate with him in the performance.

"Okay, guest, please wait a moment." He almost squeezed out the words through his teeth, and then turned around to make him a cup of milk tea that was over-spiked.

Cheng Wang actually doesn't like sweets very much, and for some reason, almost half of the milk cap was added to the milk tea that was delivered, which made Tang Qin keep complaining about the unfairness after watching it.

Song Mingwang slipped out to go to the bathroom halfway, and was never so uncomfortable in the classroom.

He went into the men's room, and the boy who just passed by him glanced at her several times.

"I am male!"

Song Mingwang finished speaking angrily, and then went into the cubicle to go to the bathroom. Even if he was wearing a doll costume, he should be able to tell his gender.

When he came out, he saw a boy standing in front of the mirror washing his hands. He looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

Xue Wei looked at the "dinosaur" that appeared inexplicably behind him

"..."

After a moment of hesitation, his expression quickly returned to normal, he shook the water off his hands, and even called out Song Mingwang's name.

"You know me?" Song Mingwang was a little surprised.

"I saw you last time on the basketball court." He smiled heartily.

Song Mingwang seemed to have a little impression.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Song Mingwang became a little irritable when he heard this, and said in a bad tone: "It's not because of that event exhibition, the milk tea shop opened by our class, and people dressed in all kinds of clothes." He showed a disgusted expression at the end.

"That's great, your class is more fun." Xue Wei shrugged, "The bookstore in our class is so boring."

Song Mingwang showed an envious expression, and said sourly, "I want to transfer."

"Your class plays this." Xue Wei smiled, "No wonder the school leader's face was livid after visiting your class just now, and it's better to see my class."

Song Mingwang didn't like to hear these words, and he remembered that the person in front of him could be regarded as a competitor, so he subconsciously kept a distance from him.

"Our class will definitely win."

Xue Wei froze for a moment, then grinned, "You're quite competitive."

Song Mingwang showed vigilance: "Don't think that praising me will be useful."

Xue Wei: "..."

Song Mingwang's cell phone in his pocket vibrated, he opened it, and saw that it was a message from Cheng Wang, asking where he was, Meng Keran and the others were looking for someone.

"I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

After sending the message, he passed Xue Wei and began to wash his hands, thinking in his heart that he hoped it would end soon.

Xue Wei did not leave in a hurry, but looked him up and down again, with a frivolous smile on his lips.

"You're so cute."

Song Mingwang slapped him more and more, wishing he could slap his face with water, he said in a bad mood, "You're going to scold me again?"

He is a boy, how can he be described as cute when he praises a boy.

After returning to the classroom, Song Mingwang was forced to start business again. He noticed that the milk tea ordered by Cheng Wang hadn't moved much at all, so he couldn't help asking: "Is it not delicious?"

"No." Cheng Huang shook his head, "It's because I don't like sweets very much."

Song Mingwang felt a little regretful when he heard the words. If he had known earlier, he would not have given him so much milk.

When Meng Keran passed by with the dinner plate, he also seemed to find it funny, and looked at Song Ming and said, "Do you know that other classes have been secretly asking me who you are just now, you must be famous on our school post bar .”

Song Mingwang showed a disgusted expression, curled his lips, and muttered, "Stop talking, I'll take this thing off later."

After Meng Keran left, Song Mingwang saw Cheng Huan's gaze fell on him, caring very much about his thoughts, so he boldly asked him.

"Do you think it's ugly?" He was uneasy, his eyes widened nervously, waiting for his response.

"Quite cute."

Song Ming was overjoyed, and smiled: "Really?"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and muttered in a low voice, "I seem to have heard this sentence just now."

"Who said that?"

"Xue Wei, from Class Eight."

Cheng Wang paused for a few seconds, his fingers holding the cup tightened slightly, and there was nothing unusual in his tone.

"is it?"

The class creative activity of the school celebration was successfully concluded, and class seven also began to dismantle various props needed for class layout one after another. Some of the larger ones required several people to carry them to the warehouse.

Song Mingwang and Cheng Juan were in charge of relatively light things, just some cardboard boxes filled with colorful flowers and shiny velvet.

Meng Keran said: "You move this to the warehouse first, we will clean the classroom, and the class monitor and Tang Tan will go and return the borrowed tables and chairs."

When he reached the door, Song Mingwang heard Tian Mengmeng shouting to himself at the top of his lungs.

"Xiao Ming! Remember to bring me ice cream!"

Song Mingwang frowned, wondering what ice cream to eat in winter, but he still replied, "If there is any, I will bring it to you."

Cheng Wang didn't leave, but stood in front of him with a cardboard box in one hand and waited for him. He was tall and thin, plus he was good-looking, standing in the corridor with a cardboard box in his hand, causing people to stare at him frequently.

"hurry up."

Hearing his urging, Song Mingwang hastened to walk side by side with him.

The warehouse is at the very edge of the south playground, and there is a water faucet outside, but because no one wants to touch cold water in winter, it has been out of use for a long time.

The light inside the warehouse was also very dim, and Song Mingwang sneezed several times, choked by the rising dust. Seeing that Cheng Wang continued to walk in, he had no choice but to follow.

The lights inside are the most old-fashioned kind of yellow light bulbs. Song Mingwang found it strange and raised his head to look at it several times.

"Pay attention to your feet." Cheng Wang, who was walking in front, reminded him.

It's a pity that it was too late. Song Mingwang stumbled over some obstacle, his center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall when he staggered. There were many sharp shelves in front of him.

Fortunately, Cheng Huang quickly caught him with his eyes and hands, and he also fell back, and fell on Cheng Wang's body, and then there was a muffled groan from the people below him.

"Are you okay?" Song Mingwang hurriedly got up to check if he was injured, but fortunately, there was nothing serious, because Cheng Wang's body was a mat for bending forward.

"Sorry……"

Cheng Wang stood up, picked up the scattered cardboard boxes again, and patted his head with one hand.

"stand up."

Song Mingwang looked up at him slightly, his face was expressionless, or he was like this most of the time, but he knew that he was not facial paralyzed like others said or something.

I have seen so many sides of him, does it mean that I am a little different to him?

This cognition made Song Mingwang start to move around. Although this possibility made him feel ridiculous, he still couldn't help thinking about it.

"Cheng Wang, you said you would save Tang Tan that day, so would you say that too?"

Cheng Huang frowned, recalling the scene at that time, facing his aggressive questioning, feeling a little irritable for no reason.

Song Mingwang continued to ask persistently: "Do you have someone you like now?"

Cheng Huan kicked the obstacle under his feet, looked up at him: "What?"

"You like boys, right?"

Cheng Huan frowned slightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

He paused, looked at Song Mingwang's stubborn eyes, stretched his brows, and said with a half-smile: "Could it be that you want to say that you like me?"

Song Mingwang was not convinced: "Why not, only Zhou Yao and the others like you?"

Cheng Yao didn't speak anymore.

Song Mingwang didn't know where the courage came from, he stood up slightly on tiptoe, grabbed Cheng Wang's collar and pulled him down, his mouth trembled, his voice trembled, but his eyes were extremely firm, clear and clean.

"Cheng Wang, I like you."