Frank and strict

Yang Juan walked slowly, and he was not yet familiar with the big road, so he was overtaken by He Lang not long after.Thinking that the other party had other requests and forgot to mention them, Yang Juan wanted to remind him that he could call directly.But soon, he remembered that the other party had already blocked his number.Probably he would rather go there himself than release him from the blacklist.

Thinking of this, he didn't say anything.

He Lang lowered his eyes and looked at him, seeing that there was no bad emotion on his face, he felt slightly relieved.In the next second, he looked at Shang Yang Juan with obvious doubts, and he was a bit stuck suddenly. After a few seconds of silence, he explained in a flat tone: "It's too hot, I don't want to drink coffee."

Yang Juan snorted, and asked with a good temper: "What do you want to drink?"

He Lang raised his leg and walked past him, without looking back, he said, "You'll only find out after watching."

Yang Juan came back to his senses and trotted to catch up with him, "Aren't you going to watch the game?" He lowered his head and took out his phone to check the time, "The game seems to have started."

"No." He Lang replied perfunctorily.

"Aren't you here just to watch the game?" Yang Juan followed him and turned to look at him.

He Lang was a little impatient with his question, turned around and grabbed his wrist, and dragged him forward quickly, "You talk a lot of nonsense, if you walk so slowly, you really won't be able to catch up."

Yang Juan shut his mouth tightly in an instant, his eyes uncontrollably swept towards He Lang's hand that was holding him.

The latter reacted, quickly released it as if his hand was scalded, and quickened his pace to distance himself from him.Yang Juan didn't rush forward either, and kept following him quietly at a speed of two steps behind him.

The two went to the campus supermarket closest to the gymnasium.Although the supermarket is not big, there are many things.He Lang took a bottle of drink casually, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and began to urge him: "Hurry up."

Yang Juan was stunned for a second, and finally remembered that he hadn't had breakfast yet, so he turned around to get rice balls and yogurt from the refrigerator.Yang Juan held the triangular rice ball in his hand, which was not as big as his palm.

He Lang glanced over casually, "Can you be full at such a small age?"

Yang Juan said, "I can eat enough."

He Lang glanced at his two slender arms, and couldn't help frowning.But thinking about it, what does it have to do with him if the other party eats more or less, so he pursed his lips tightly and stopped talking.

Yang Juan took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Zhuo Lan, asking if he wanted some snacks.Zhuo Lan asked him to help bring potato chips, and Yang Juan walked around to the shelf in the snack area.

He Lang paced loosely not far behind him, and didn't make any sound to urge him.

He was looking for the flavor Zhuo Lan wanted to eat on the shelf, but unfortunately, this flavor happened to be out of stock.He Lang, who was standing by the side playing with his mobile phone, finally couldn't stand it anymore, raised his chin slightly, and nodded towards the top of the shelf, "Isn't that right?"

Yang Juan followed his words and raised his head.Sure enough, there were a lot of bags of potato chips piled up in the bags on the top of the shelf, and the packages were of the flavor Zhuo Lan wanted.The mouth of the bag was open facing them, probably because the clerk hadn't had time to replenish it.

He looked left and right, but he didn't see the clerk walking back and forth. After hesitating for two seconds, he stood on tiptoe and stretched his arms to get to the top of the shelf——

Can't get it.

He Lang, who was standing at the back, sneered, took two steps forward and stood behind him, and raised his hand to take it from the top shelf with a relaxed expression.His height is quite enough, but there is still a roll in the middle, and the distance from the shelf is a bit far.

He frowned and moved forward, his chest was tightly attached to Yang Juan's back.The back of the other's curly, fluffy head hit his chin, and the soft, dry hair brushed from his lips.

A slight itchiness came from his lips, and He Lang unconsciously stopped the movement of his hands, pursed his lips into a straight line, squinted his eyes and sniffed at the top of his hair.

Sensing his sudden approach, Yang Juan quietly straightened his back, hanging his head and not daring to move.The people behind him didn't move any more. Yang Juan waited so anxiously, he couldn't help but tilt his head, and asked in a low voice, "Have you got it?"

He Lang's unpredictable voice fell from above his head: "No, don't move."

Yang Juan stood obediently without moving.

The tip of He Lang's nose twitched, and he sniffed at his hair again in disbelief.The familiar fragrance in his memory did not appear, and his eyes showed some dissatisfaction, "Have you changed your shampoo?"

Yang Juan let out a bewildered sigh, and unconsciously turned his face to the side, as if he wanted to hear his words more clearly.

He Lang lowered his head and couldn't back away, his lips lightly hit his smooth and plump forehead.

The two froze in unison.

In the next second, He Lang hooked the potato chips and stepped back two steps away, with annoyance in his tone: "Didn't I tell you not to move?"

Yang Juan lowered his eyebrows and let out a pleasing sound, then stared at the ground without saying a word.

He Lang's face was still annoyed, but seeing him like this, he couldn't get angry again for no reason, and walked up to stuff potato chips into his arms.From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a slight redness on his forehead, and his face showed astonishment.

What kind of princess and pea's delicate skin is this, but it was just rubbed lightly by his mouth, and it turned red?

But soon, he discovered that the faint redness on Yang Juan's forehead was crawling down his eyelids and cheeks at a speed visible to the naked eye, spreading and spreading on his face, and even burning it all the way. His two white ears.

He Lang looked slightly stunned, and even felt a little joy in his heart without warning.After recovering, he forcibly suppressed the raised corner of his mouth, and clicked softly with disapproval on his face.

This fool is quite innocent.

But this sudden kiss still scared the two of them. On the way back from the supermarket, they always kept a safe distance of two or three meters between them.

Yang Juan was obviously a little absent-minded, he was still thinking about He Lang's endless question.The last time he went to their dormitory to return his clothes, he had just washed his hair, did He Lang smell the shampoo?

The last time he borrowed shampoo from Zhuo Lan, he only remembered that the other party mentioned that it was a product endorsed by his favorite celebrity.After he decided to go back, he asked Zhuo Lan for the online shopping link for shampoo.

When we arrived at the stadium, the game was not over yet.After returning to the spectator seats and sitting down, He Lang began to chat with the fourth brother about the game. Yang Juan didn't know much about basketball, and he and He Lang were separated by an empty seat, so he couldn't get in the conversation, so he sat quietly. While seated, he lowered his head and unwrapped the rice balls to eat.

When He Lang realized that the person on the left had been silent for a long time, and turned his head to look at Yang Juan, he saw round rice grains on his face.He raised his eyebrows subtly and with complicated emotions, and before Yang Juan found out, he looked away as if nothing had happened, and didn't make a sound to remind him.

But in the following time, instead of saying that the grain of rice stuck to Yang Juan's face, it was better to say that it stuck in his heart.When talking with the fourth child, He Lang was still thinking about the rice grains in his heart.

A few minutes later, he glanced at Yang Juan again, the grains of rice were still sticking to his face, the person concerned seemed unaware, he was drinking yogurt with his eyes downcast, his cheeks swelled up slightly, making the grains of rice on his face even stronger It's obvious.

He Lang stared at his cheeks for a moment, watching his cheeks puff up and then flatten, flatten and puff up again.Until Yang Juan finally noticed something, and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

He reminded in a cold tone: "You have rice grains on your face."

Just at this time, someone from their school team made a three-pointer, and the area where they were sitting was instantly on fire.Cheers and screams flooded over like waves, and at the same time overwhelmed what He Lang said.

Yang Juan looked at him without blinking and asked, "What did you say?"

He Lang was patient, and repeated what he had just said in a high voice.

Yang Juan still couldn't hear clearly, his body involuntarily leaned to the right, his hands were on the armrest of the seat on the right, and his eyes were opened a little wider than before.

Seeing his appearance, He Lang didn't bother to waste any more words, and raised his finger to point to his face.

Yang Juan reached out to touch his face in a daze, but found nothing.

Seeing this, He Lang didn't know what to say, resisted the urge to open his mouth to ridicule, and waved at him sullenly.

Understanding his movements, Yang Juan stuck his upper body out of the armrest of the seat and tried to approach him.

He Lang's outstretched hand stopped in the air, seeing that his face was about to hit his hand, Yang Juan quickly turned his head to the outside.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's hand followed closely, and he subconsciously stopped in place.

He Lang's thumb landed on his face, and his warm and rough fingertips wiped his cheeks heavily, wiping away the grain of rice for him.

Yang Juan's body froze, but the heat that He Lang left on his face quickly swept across his whole body like a prairie fire.His cheeks burned hotly.

He Lang withdrew his hand with a tense face.In just a few seconds, he didn't think about anything, the only thought left in his mind was——

The idiot's face seemed as soft as his waist.

The two of them fell silent at the same time, neither of them opened their mouths to speak, but the students from University A in the rows behind suddenly screamed.The surrounding people who lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones, as if they had received an effective signal, mistakenly thought that their school's team had scored again, and immediately raised their heads and yelled loudly without sparing any effort.

The cheers flooded the entire gymnasium again, the fourth child and the junior looked at the back row in a daze, and then looked at He Lang and Yang Juan in a daze.Realizing that no one scored a goal on the basketball court, those people followed the eyes of the screaming girl to look at He Lang and Yang Juan who were sitting in the front row in a daze.

Realizing something very quickly, He Lang cursed in a low voice, quickly distanced himself from Yang Juan, and looked straight at the basketball court.

Until the end of the game, there was no communication between the two.

After both sides left the field, Yang Juan received a message from Zhuo Lan, got up with potato chips and went to look for him in the waiting room.When He Lang and the fourth child finished talking and turned around, Yang Juan who was sitting on his left had disappeared.

There will be competitions from other schools, and He Lang and the fourth child sit in the spectator seats without moving.About 10 minutes later, members of the school team returned to the auditorium with their bags.

The two members walking at the end of the line happily sat down in the row behind He Lang, and the content of their conversation fell into his ears clearly.Hearing them mention the name Zhuo Lan suddenly, He Lang subconsciously focused on listening.

"Where's the captain?" one of them asked.

"The captain is still changing in the lounge." Another person replied.

"Is Zhuo Lan still in the lounge?" The person who spoke first lowered his voice, "Could it be that he wants to guard the captain to change clothes?"

"I'm fucking suspicious now, has Zhuo Lan taken a fancy to our captain?" The man also lowered his voice, "He looks gay."

"Be confident, remove the image." The person who asked the question sighed, "I think he is gay, he must want to chase our captain."

He Lang couldn't listen to what the two said later.He stood up with low pressure all over his body, and he didn't care about restraining his emotions at all, and walked towards the back lounge with an angry face.

Zhuo Lan lazily crossed her legs and sat in the lounge eating potato chips.Yang Juan didn't stay long after coming over, and left to find the bathroom.The captain of the basketball team stood in front of the table and packed his bag. He stared at the opponent's broad shoulders, looked back in satisfaction and asked, "Aren't you going to change your jersey?"

The captain of the school team replied: "No change."

Zhuo Lan let out a disappointment, got up and walked in front of him, pinched a piece of potato chips and fed it to his mouth, "Do you want potato chips?"

The captain of the school team refused without looking up: "Thank you, I won't eat."

Zhuo Lan was not angry either, he casually threw the potato chips into his mouth, chewed them twice, and continued to look at his face with unscrupulous eyes.

The tall, long-legged, handsome strange guy pushed the door open at this time.

The handsome guy is good everywhere. He looks even more handsome than the captain of the school basketball team. His body and appearance are both top-notch. His face is as ugly as if he had eaten dynamite. When he comes in, he is called by his name: "Zhuo Lan is here. where?"

Zhuo Lan suddenly became interested, and stopped eating the potato chips, just staring at the handsome guy's face intently, "I am."

"You are?" Hearing what he said, the handsome guy with the explosive bag turned colder and colder, "Your name is Zhuo Lan?"

"Yes," Zhuo Lan nodded with a strange and puzzled expression, "My name is Zhuo Lan."

The handsome guy with the dynamite bag slammed the door and left without saying a word.

Zhuo Lan stood where he was, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his lips, suddenly a few fragments of memory blurred in front of his eyes.

Has he seen this familiar handsome man's demeanor and his familiar expression of dynamite before?