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There are many kinds of liking. When you meet a cute kitten or puppy on the road, you will go over and touch it. This is called liking; This is also called liking.

Is the liking in Liang Tingting's eyes the same thing as Zhong Xincheng's puzzling liking?

Liang Tingting brought up the takeaway and gave Zhong Xincheng a cup of milk tea. Unfortunately, the milk tea was not finished, so Zhong Xincheng received a WeChat call from Yan Shu.

"Go ahead, I won't listen." Liang Tingting urged, walking a little further away.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you listen or not.Zhong Xincheng cursed in his heart, but finally pressed the connection button.

Yan Shu's voice came from the receiver, more rigid than when they were face to face, he said, "Where is it?"

Familiar and natural check post.

"Still in the office, brother, what's the matter?" Zhong Xincheng said softly, with a respectful and distant tone.

"The management of the sports department is standing guard at the entrance of the equipment warehouse. He didn't bring the key. Let someone who is free give it to him." Yan Shu paused, and he gave instructions in a raised voice, speaking very quickly, as if he was about to end the topic immediately.

"In charge of the sports department?" Zhong Xincheng asked repeatedly. He has been in the student union for so long, but he has never dealt with anyone in the sports department... It's just that the person in charge of the sports department is more irritable than Yan Shu, with a height of 1.8 meters. With a lot of stature, a spike can dent a metal promotional board.

"Are you free?" Yan Shu did not respond to Zhong Xincheng's words, but asked instead.

"Yes..." Yes, yes, but...

Zhong Xincheng replied subconsciously, but Yan Shu immediately picked up the words: "Then you go, wait for me in the equipment warehouse."

Zhong Xincheng: ...

Wait for you?

"Okay." Zhong Xincheng reluctantly agreed.

"The sports department is called Cheng Xuanyuan, don't get too close to him." Yan Shu warned, with some inexplicable emotions in his tone.

"Okay." Zhong Xincheng lowered his head and hung up the communication.

The school sports department has a dedicated large-scale equipment library, which is located in the southeast corner of the campus and diagonally opposite the gymnasium.Zhong Xincheng hurried over with the key, and when he turned the corner of the street light, he saw a person squatting at the door of the metal equipment warehouse.

The light next to the ramp illuminated a small area in front of the door. The tall, long-legged young man was wearing a blue and white team uniform. Zhong Xincheng was not good at exercising, so he couldn't tell whether it was a basketball uniform or a volleyball uniform.The autumn night was very cold, but the man was squatting at the door with his arms and legs exposed. When he raised his eyes, he felt extremely murderous and violent, which really made Zhong Xincheng's heart tighten.

The man stood up, his strong physique and wheat-colored skin caused by training suddenly made him full of aggression, he rubbed his sneakers, and said in an almost impatient urging tone: "Come and open the door."

It seems that this person is the sports department manager who Yan Shu said was "stay away from him": Cheng Xuanyuan.

Zhong Xincheng walked over to get the key to unlock the lock, Cheng Xuanyuan's shadow clasped beside his face, forming a dark circle.

The iron door opened with a harsh dragging sound, and the room was full of sports equipment neatly arranged, and the light extended from the door to the inside.Before Zhong Xincheng could adapt to the darkness, Cheng Xuanyuan turned on Curry's chandelier switch.

Dazzling light rushed towards the face, two shadows were printed on the ground, and were bent by the shelf erected by the wall.

Cheng Xuanyuan didn't seem to be here to pick up things, because he walked to a ping-pong table, grabbed a mat that came from nowhere, jumped on it and sat cross-legged, looking down at his phone.

The air froze, Zhong Xincheng stood in the corner with his eyes closed, and he could see the cobblestone road outside the gymnasium with just one tilt of his head.The shadowy branches and leaves of the trees sway in the night wind, pouring out a quiet shadow.

"Yan Shu doesn't come by himself, so he finds a child to work?" Cheng Xuanyuan raised his head resentfully, he knocked on the edge of the table twice with the sole of his shoe, and pressed his calf with his palm.His eyes were narrow and long enough, and when he deliberately narrowed his eyes, he gave people a feeling of intimidation with chills down his spine, and his tone was full of disdain.

Zhong Xincheng noticed Cheng Xuanyuan raised his head, looked directly at him and said, "He said he would come later."

Cheng Xuanyuan fiddled with the phone, raised his head to look at Zhong Xincheng, and said, "What are you still doing here?"

Why do you care so much?

Zhong Xincheng was silent for a second, he straightened his back slightly, and said coldly: "Wait for someone."

"Waiting for Yan Shu?" Cheng Xuanyuan was surprised, he smiled with interest, and said playfully, "You, from the freshman's office?"

"En." Zhong Xincheng nodded, feeling that Cheng Xuanyuan was strange: at first he looked impatient, but now he suddenly started gossiping.

"It's not bad, no wonder..." Cheng Xuanyuan hadn't finished the second half of his sentence when a person broke into the equipment warehouse door.

Like the wind, the young man jumped into the slope and crossed the door. The corners of his blue and white sportswear were raised due to violent ups and downs. He rushed into the equipment warehouse in panic, and the first thing he saw was not Cheng Xuanyuan, but Zhong Xincheng.

Looking at each other for a moment, both of them were stunned.

"Xincheng?"

"Tang Zhen?"

Cheng Xuanyuan's face suddenly darkened, showing his violent fangs as if his territory had been violated.

The back of Tang Zhen's neck was covered with sweat. He seemed to have just finished a strenuous exercise, and his chest continued to heave when he stood up.He looked at Zhong Xincheng who was standing at the door with surprise, his eyes almost filled with tears.

"Xincheng?" Tang Zhen is not tall, less than 1.8 meters. When he smiles, he has dimples on his face. His eyebrows and eyes are naturally smiling, gentle and sunny.He is taller than Zhong Xincheng, but at this moment he hugged Zhong Xincheng, muttering: "It really is Xincheng, right? Haven't seen each other for two years?"

Zhong Xincheng, who was under heavy pressure, took a step backwards, a little ignorance and surprise appeared on his sluggish face, he only said softly: "Well, two years."

Tang Zhen and Zhong Xincheng have known each other since elementary school, and they were together until the first year of high school.Later, Tang Zhen transferred to another school for no reason, so the contact was lost a lot.

He had been to Tang Zhen's house some time before he transferred to school, but the atmosphere and scene were extremely depressing: Tang Zhen's mother, who was usually gentle and virtuous, seemed to be a different person. Confined at home, not allowed to leave for half a step.

"Let me tell you, I really..." Tang Zhen wanted to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by Cheng Xuanyuan in the distance.

"Get out of here to reminisce about the past, don't be an eyesore here."

Zhong Xincheng was taken aback for a moment, he noticed a trace of heartbreak and frustration flashed in Tang Zhen's eyes, but after a second, he returned to the previous cheerful state.Tang Zhen let go of Zhong Xincheng slowly, and whispered in his ear: "Add WeChat later, I can find you."

Cheng Xuanyuan's tone was very aggressive, even harsh, and he stared at Tang Zhen with no tenderness in his eyes.

"Brother, what do you want?" Tang Zhen walked towards Cheng Xuanyuan, looked around the equipment warehouse, and asked.

"What do you think?" Cheng Xuanyuan glanced at Zhong Xincheng who was standing at the door as if he was facing an enemy, and said angrily.He was still sitting on the ping-pong table, not even giving Tang Zhen a gentle tone, but his bent fingers were tensed together, and the soft case of the phone was slightly deformed.

"Is it that cart of volleyballs?" Tang Zhen said with a smile, standing next to the small basket cart that had just reached his waist, he wiped the dusty handrail with his fingertips, and it became black all at once.

"If you know, ask." Cheng Xuanyuan jumped off the table, swayed to Tang Zhen's side with his pockets in his pocket, and barely blocked Tang Zhen's figure. Zhong Xincheng couldn't see him, but could only see two overlapping shadows.

"Isn't this senior brother unhappy?" Tang Zhen put his hands on the armrest regardless of how dirty it was, and said indifferently with his eyes closed, but his expression was just rightly fragile and forced to be happy, as if he had suffered a great deal of hardship. The grievances endured.

"Anyway, there are other juniors here without me. I'm just a tool man pushing a cart." Tang Zhen deliberately jumped out of Cheng Xuanyuan's hunting range. He wears the same sneakers as his seniors. dirty.He lightly pressed his toes against the railing of the pushcart, exerted a little force, but found that there was no push.

"Brother, it's too heavy to push." ​​Tang Zhen raised his face and asked, "Can you wait for me for a while? I'll call someone over."

Cheng Xuanyuan's complexion suddenly became ugly, he was more than half a head taller than Tang Zhen, his completely unrestrained sense of oppression and sullenness made people tremble physically and mentally, at least in Zhong Xincheng in the distance, he could feel that he was very unhappy.But Tang Zhen didn't feel it, instead he conscientiously asked if he could ask someone to push the cart.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Cheng Xuanyuan gritted his teeth and said every word.

"I just want to push a cart." Tang Zhen said with a smile, his eyes narrowed into slits, like a snow-white and fluffy Samoyed, wagging his ears to beg his master, showing how cute he is.

It's cute, it's cute.

"Because senior brother said he wouldn't come to help me, didn't he?" Tang Zhen patted the volleyball in the frame and repeated the facts.

Cheng Xuanyuan's teeth itch with hatred.

Zhong Xincheng squinted his eyes, and always felt that the way these two people got along was very strange: he knew that Tang Zhen would act like a baby since he was a child, and he was very good at arguing with people who had a good relationship. I haven't seen you in years, why is Tang Zhen...

Why is it so tall?

He looked so seriously that he ignored the sound of footsteps behind him.

"You." Cheng Xuanyuan's hand was firmly pressed against the other side of the dusty railing, and he spoke in a tone of helpless hatred, almost biting the person in front of him to pieces.

"Brother, wait here, I'll go find someone else..."

Zhong Xincheng didn't hear what Tang Zhen said later, because a pair of hands suddenly came out from behind him, slowly but firmly covering his eyes.Quietly close to his back, the heat was transferred in the suddenly quiet air.

A second before his eyes were covered by crossed fingers, Zhong Xincheng saw Cheng Xuanyuan with an angry expression, taking advantage of his height, pinching Tang Zhen's chin with one hand, leaning his head on his body.

Tang Zhen's voice was cut off, replaced by Yan Shu's laughter:

"Let me tell you, don't get too close to Cheng Xuanyuan."

Hell, it will spoil the children.