I cried, I pretended

The 30-day countdown to the college entrance examination, the weather in Jiangcheng is getting hotter and hotter, and you can see scorching heat waves when you walk on the road.

Song Mingwang was playing with papers in the classroom. Although this class was a math class, the school close to the college entrance examination closed the class early to give the students time to review and sprint.

Cheng Wang beside him was also reading English words. He propped his chin with one hand carelessly and squinted his eyes slightly. The mottled tree shadows outside the window swayed on his face, and the light and shadow alternated.

The cicadas outside the window were screaming tirelessly. It was midsummer and the greenery was abundant.

A gust of wind blew, slightly brushing the black hair on his forehead, revealing the beautiful eyes under the forehead, the eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a faint shadow under the eyelids.

"Look at what I do?"

Without raising his head, Cheng Wang noticed Song Mingwang's gaze, which was still on the book, and asked absent-mindedly.

Song Mingwang said directly without hesitation: "It's beautiful."

Cheng Huan: "..."

Only then did he raise his head and look at Song Ming, his eyes were faint, but mixed with a little helplessness, he only heard him say in a deep voice: "The paper is finished?"

Song Mingwang nodded and muttered, "It's too simple, it's so boring to do."

After he finished speaking, he moved his head towards Cheng Wang's direction, saw that he was also reading a book, and patted him on the shoulder in relief.

"Yes, that's the way it is, keep it up, keep learning."

As soon as he looked up, he met Shang Cheng's speechless gaze, so he continued to add in a serious manner: "You can't slack off just because you got into the top [-]. This is far from catching up with me."

Not long ago, No. [-] Middle School organized the last test before the college entrance examination. Song Mingwang still deserved the first place, while Cheng Wang continued to maintain the momentum of rapid progress, rushing into the top [-] in one go.

Guo Jin couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and the teachers in the whole office were very surprised. They knew that he had made great progress, but they didn't know it would be such a rapid speed.

Cheng Wang glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Just when Song Mingwang was wrinkling his small face and wanted to question him, Cheng Wang suddenly reached out his hand to wipe off the biscuit crumbs at the corner of his mouth, and then retracted his hand as if nothing had happened.

Song Ming couldn't see clearly, so he also went to wipe his mouth, but his actions were a bit rude.

Cheng Wang looked at him with a half-smile: "Don't you wipe your mouth after eating?"

Song Mingwang blushed, remembering that he just ate biscuits after class, and ate in a hurry because he was afraid of the bell ringing for class.

Seeing his teasing eyes, Song Mingwang became angry from embarrassment, stretched out his face and rubbed his clothes vigorously, and said vaguely: "Then I will wipe it here."

Seeing him doing this, Cheng Wang didn't show any signs of anger on his face, but he hooked the corners of his mouth helplessly, patted his head gently, and signaled him to get up.

Song Mingwang's mouth was a little red after being wiped by him, and he was obviously teasing his eyes just now.

So he murmured, "I'm angry."

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows and cooperated with him: "Then what should we do?"

Song Mingwang was serious: "Of course it's coaxing me."

"How to coax?" Cheng Huang laughed.

Song Mingwang turned his head angrily, originally intending to put on an air of anger with others, but when he saw the test paper, he immediately forgot about it, and completely immersed himself in the questions above.

The cicadas on the tree outside the window were noisy, mixed with the faint fragrance of locust tree flowers floating into the classroom, and the sunlight was shining on the playground through the gaps between the leaves.

The hanging electric fan on the roof of the classroom rotates tirelessly, and the rhythmic sound makes people feel dizzy.

Song Mingwang began to nod his head non-stop, feeling a little drowsy.

At this moment, the palm of the hand suddenly felt a little itchy, as if it was gently scratched by something, like a feather or something light, scratched lightly, and Song Mingwang woke up suddenly.

As soon as he lowered his head, he realized that it was Cheng Wang's hand.

The hands covered under the sleeves of the two's loose school uniforms were entangled, and he looked up at Cheng Wang again, and saw that he was writing homework as if nothing had happened.

Holding him with one hand and writing with the other hand, he looked calm as if he was doing a trivial thing that couldn't be more normal.

Song Mingwang's heartbeat started to speed up involuntarily, he lowered his voice cautiously, and said to Cheng Wang: "Why are you holding my hand."

Although he was very happy with his actions, he still felt embarrassed to gossip like this in a sacred hall of learning like a school, and it was an insult to school rules and discipline.

"Aren't you trying to coax you?" Cheng Wang raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

Song Mingwang: "..."

Before he could say anything, the math teacher who was reading a book on the podium came down and wandered back and forth in their aisle, probably noticing the two of them talking.

Every time the footsteps approached, Song Mingwang's heart was almost in his throat. He wanted to break free from Cheng Wang's hand, but found that his strength was astonishing, and he clamped his hand without making him flinch.

Cheng Wan scratched his palm again calmly, and the tingling sensation brought by his fingertips across the skin made Song Mingwang's pupils shrink sharply and his whole body froze.

He stared at the calm Song Mingwang in disbelief, gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Student Song Mingwang, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?" The math teacher noticed Song Mingwang's strangeness and walked up to him to care about him.

At this time, Song Mingwang was still holding hands with Cheng Wang under the table, and he was so close to the teacher that he couldn't help sweating nervously.

Cheng Wang rubbed his palm again, this time to appease him.

"...It's okay, haha, it's just too hot." Song Mingwang laughed a few times.

The math teacher saw that his face was flushed, and he looked really hot, so he didn't suspect him, so he gave a few more words and walked away.

After she left, Song Mingwang looked at Cheng Wang angrily, and said under his breath, "You did it on purpose!"

Cheng Wang finally let go of his hand, squinted his eyes lazily: "There's nothing wrong with that."

In his eyes, this is not a shameful thing, but Song Mingwang wanted to keep it from everyone so he followed him.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Song Mingwang was angry but helpless.

He decided to give him a popular science: "Graduation is about to happen, we can't have an accident at the last minute, keep a low profile, although I know you like me very much, but you have to restrain yourself, understand?"

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

The tradition of No. [-] Middle School is to give students a holiday a few days before the college entrance examination, so that students can go home to make final preparations, and boarding students also start to pack their bags and check out.

Song Mingwang was packing his things in the dormitory. During the period of time he lived on campus, he felt that it wasn't too bad, at least it was much better than expected.

The dormitory next door had already started to cheer up and started singing, Song Mingwang thought it was noisy and went to close the door.

After packing his luggage, he obediently sat on the bed and started to be in a daze, watching Cheng Wang go out and come in again.

"What are you doing?" Finally he seized the opportunity to ask aloud.

Cheng Wang was packing his schoolbag, without raising his eyelids, he said, "Take things."

Song Ming gave a look and felt bored again.

Tang Qin finished cleaning up early, and was at the side

Playing games, Xu Su was packing his clothes.

"Fuck, we lost again!" Tang Tan threw his phone aside angrily, and beat his head on the pillow to vent his anger.

Xu Su glanced at him indifferently, and Tang Tan immediately swallowed back the swear words that were about to come out as if his throat was choked.

"I'm used to it, I'll change it next time." He smiled dryly at Xu Su.

Xu Su didn't say anything, just smiled gently.

Tang Tan murmured a few times in his heart, why didn't he think that the squad leader was so nosy before, and even cared whether he swears or not.

But it's no good to think so much, he quickly put his doubts behind him and asked Song Mingwang.

"Mingwang, how do you plan to go back when you leave school?"

Song Mingwang said, "I don't know either."

He really didn't know if his mother would come to pick him up later, although he had repeatedly emphasized not to come pick him up, but Song Mingwang couldn't guarantee whether she would listen to him.

But soon he found out why Tang Qin asked himself this question, because his sister and mother came to the dormitory in person, calling for someone to help him carry his luggage.

His elder sister looked very young, well-maintained, well-dressed and holding a small sachet, but she spoke very kindly and greeted them with a smile on her face.

Tang Qin wished that he could get into the ground with his whole body, and he looked hopeless, it was so embarrassing.

"I said that I can go back by myself, why do I have to come?"

Tangning didn't take it seriously and said, "What's the matter? Does your school leader have a rule that you can't help with luggage?"

Song Mingwang thought about it for a while, and nodded in agreement: "There is really no such thing in the school rules."

Tang Tan was filled with indignation: "Song Ming wants to see where you are from!"

In the end, Tang Qin's sister, Tang Ning, greeted everyone in the dormitory one by one. She probably saw that Xu Su looked like the most talkative person in the dormitory, so she asked him insinuatingly.

"Does Tang Qin have any close girls in school?"

Xu Su's smile didn't change when he heard this, and he said softly, "Sorry, I don't know about this."

After hearing this, Tangning didn't ask any more questions. Finally, her eyes fell on Song Mingwang. She knew Cheng Wang, so she was surprised when she heard what her brother said.

"I heard that you are very smart?" She smiled.

Song Mingwang corrected her: "The rumors can be removed."

Tangning was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

Song Ming couldn't see clearly, so he whispered to Cheng Wang, "Tang Qin's sister is really strange."

Cheng Wang glanced at him inexplicably, but Song Mingwang understood his meaning at once.

"You want to say I'm weird?"

Cheng Wan flatly denied it: "I didn't say that."

"..."

When Song Mingwang didn't see Ms. Song Yulan's car after leaving the school gate, he jumped up and down for joy.

"I'm going to your house to play."

Of course Cheng Wang didn't refuse, because he knew he couldn't refuse even if he wanted to.

For a long time to come, Qili Lane will remain the same. There are groups of students riding bicycles after school roaring past in the alley, and the laughter seems a bit harsh in the silent atmosphere at the moment.

At this moment, the sunset glowed red in the sky, and the setting sun melted into gold. The afterglow sprinkled on the two people standing side by side, as if they were coated with a layer of gold.

Song Mingwang was carrying his schoolbag, while Cheng Wang was walking unhurriedly on the bicycle,

The sunset cast his shadow on the ground infinitely elongated, and the two shadows were close together, as if they were very close

Song Mingwang seemed to be remembering something interesting, his brows were curved: "I always like to see Tang Tan suffer, why did he always bully me back then."

"How did he bully you?"

Song Mingwang snorted a few times: "I forgot, but you too, I remember you bullied me when I just transferred here."

"..."

He pursed his mouth unhappily again, and his eyelashes drooped slightly: "Hmph, you just rely on me to like you."

Now it seems that those so-called bullies are very naive. Maybe Cheng Wang didn't think that way at all, but he thought Cheng Wang was bullying him at the time, so he regarded him as an imaginary enemy.

Later, he realized his intentions first and mustered up the courage to confess to him first, but the process was not smooth, it can be said that there were twists and turns, during which he even thought about giving up, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

Cheng Huan stopped, looked at Song Mingwang, pondered for a while, and called his name slowly.

"Song Mingwang."

Song Mingwang was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at him, confused, and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Wan lowered his eyelids slightly, unable to see his expression clearly.

Just when Song Ming was impatient and wanted to continue asking, he finally raised his head, and there seemed to be something in his dark eyes.

Song Mingwang suddenly felt that his gaze seemed to have weight, and it was pressing heavily on his body.

He didn't know what Cheng Wang wanted to say, he swallowed subconsciously, and looked back at him nervously.

"what?"

After thinking for a while, Cheng Wanglue said in a deep voice, "Did I not say that yet?"

"say what?"

Cheng Wang suddenly smiled, although it was only for a short moment.

"Of course it means I like you."

Song Mingwang was startled.

Cheng Wang caressed his head, looked straight at his dull face, and said softly word by word: "Song Mingwang, I like you."