are you straight

When Li Wenjing finished asking the question, the audience booed because of this small but highly private question. They had asked questions larger than this before, but this time the protagonist was Jiang Zhilu, so as soon as this question came out That's terrible.

The ginger is still old and spicy, and it comes so fiercely as soon as it comes up.

Everyone was waiting for Jiang Zhilu's answer. Li Wenjing looked at him for a few seconds, then turned to Song Ji: "Should I treat our family members...be nicer to my friends."

She added: "If you can't answer..."

Someone interrupted her.

"Have."

Li Wenjing was just about to fill the wine glass in front of Jiang Zhilu when she heard the answer.

Someone booed and said: "What, I didn't hear clearly."

Although someone on the opposite side said they didn't hear clearly, Song Ji who was sitting next door could hear it clearly, and Jiang Zhilu said yes.

Jiang Zhilu seemed a little helpless when he heard the booing, and said, "I have someone I like."

Song Ji once again heard Jiang Zhilu say that there is someone he likes, and he couldn't tell what it was like. His heart seemed to be stuffed with something, and he felt a dull pain.

He pinched his fingertips to try to calm himself down, but he was still in a bad mood even though his fingertips were red.

Yes, how come there is no one you like.

Everyone present heard Jiang Zhilu's words, and the atmosphere reached its peak, shouting to continue playing.

Everyone looked this way, Song Ji smiled, he thought it was a bit ugly.

Jiang Zhilu stood up and turned the wine bottle on the table, this time to a female classmate, Jiang Zhilu asked a more serious question.

"Do you like photography?"

So serious that they all thought that photography was done by one person.

The girl nodded seriously: "Of course I like it."

After she finished speaking, she smiled embarrassedly: "I am a person who is only passionate for 3 minutes, and photography is the only hobby I have persisted in."

In the last round, the girl turned the bottle, and the mouth of the bottle pointed in Song Ji's direction.

The person sitting opposite breathed a sigh of relief: "What kind of Feng Shui place over there, it has been transferred to their side twice in a row."

Someone replied: "You don't understand, there are so many handsome guys over there."

There were indeed two handsome men sitting there.

The girl suddenly didn't know what question to ask, someone gave her a bad idea, asking about first kiss, first love, because it was too private, so she didn't say it.

When they treated Jiang Zhilu just now, they didn't say this, and they were all attacking acquaintances.

After thinking about it, she asked, "Is there anyone you like now?"

Same problem as Jiang Zhilu.

Song Ji's attention was not so concentrated, it was Jiang Zhilu who was next door who patted his hand lightly, and he regained his senses.

Song Ji was stunned for a while before asking: "Can I drink?"

If you don't answer the question, you will be punished with a glass of wine, which is also passed down from their ancestors.

As the boss, Li Wenjing nodded and said, "Of course."

Song Ji poured himself a full glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp.

When the cup was empty, they applauded, and the handsome guys were really generous.

The three rounds of games were successfully concluded, and it was time for each to go back to their respective homes.

Because the food street is not far from the school, they all chose to walk back to school together after dinner.

Jiang Zhilu and Song Ji walked slowly at the end, and there was laughter from the community in front, which showed how happy they were after work.

The two walked side by side but didn't say a word. Song Ji didn't know what to say, and Jiang Zhilu was not a talkative person, so he was too silent at the moment.

Suddenly a man walked past them with a child on his back, and the child turned to look at the two of them with a small glowing windmill.

He smiled and asked, "Brother, does my windmill look good?"

The child smiled innocently, and the windmill was turning.

Song Ji smiled back at him: "It looks good."

After the child got the reply, he turned back and hugged his father tightly: "Dad, I said that my windmill is the most beautiful in the world."

Hearing such childlike words, Song Ji laughed and even felt a little better.

After the child crossed the road and disappeared, Song Ji's expression returned to normal.

The two were waiting for the red street light to cross the road, Jiang Zhilu asked, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Song Ji looked at the numbers on the traffic lights ahead, 5, 4, 3 were counting down.

"No, just a little tired."

After crossing the road, walk a short distance to the school gate.

Jiang Zhilu stopped, and Song Ji didn't know, so he also stopped.

"Dizzy?"

Song Ji drank a lot of wine just now, but he wasn't very dizzy.

"Fortunately."

Jiang Zhilu walked to the edge of the flower bed and said to Song Ji, "Come up."

Song Ji didn't know what Jiang Zhilu wanted to do, but after thinking about it, he stood up.

He saw Jiang Jiang Zhilu standing in front of him and turned his back to him.

An idea flashed through Song Ji's mind, Jiang Zhilu wanted to carry him.

He refused: "No, I can go by myself."

After saying the refusal, Song Ji looked at Jiang Zhilu's back, in fact, he must have thought about it.

Jiang Zhilu didn't say anything, he took a step back and hooked Song Ji's legs with his hands, Song Ji's feet softened and he lay on Jiang Zhilu's back.

The smell of mint came over his face, and Jiang Zhilu smoked again.

The muscles on his back were very tight, and Jiang Zhilu's back was very wide. Song Ji stared at the ends of his hair and didn't know where to put his hands.

Jiang Zhilu lifted the one on his back: "Hold it tight."

Song Ji rested his hands on Jiang Zhilu's neck: "Oh."

Jiang Zhilu started walking with his back on his back. Li Wenjing looked back at the two people behind her, and was stunned for a moment. The two became one person. She didn't bother them, and quickened her pace to catch up with the others.

At first Song Ji was tense all over, and he didn't dare to put his body on Jiang Zhilu's back, but gradually he felt that it was just a back, and maybe there would be no chance in the future.

So he relaxed his body, put his upper body on his back, and put his head on Jiang Zhilu's ear.

Song Ji looks very thin, but he is 1.8 meters tall, no matter how thin he is, he has a certain weight.

"I'm a bit heavy." Song Ji said.

Jiang Zhilu smiled slightly and said, "It's not heavy."

Song Ji still felt that he was very heavy: "Just put me down at the school gate, I can really walk by myself."

Jiang Zhilu said, "You've been drinking."

Song Ji said "En".

Jiang Zhilu's pace remained steady.

He said: "Last time I told you that if you drink, I will take you back."

Song Ji smiled after thinking about it: "But I didn't go crazy with alcohol."

"Just in case." Jiang Zhilu was well-founded, "I'm afraid I won't be able to catch you if you run away."

Song Ji said: "That's true, I can run very fast."

The tone of the speech is similar to that of the kid just now, and I feel the best in the world.

Jiang Zhilu looked sideways at Song Ji: "Shall I buy you a small windmill?"

Song Ji said in disbelief: "What are you going to do to coax the children? I don't need that kind of thing."

Jiang Zhilu asked, "Then what do you need?"

Song Ji said, "I need to go by myself."

Jiang Zhilu responded: "Go to the school gate and put you down."

After Song Ji said yes, he looked up at the road, and it was not far from the school gate, and this back-and-forth was about to end.

Song Ji called Jiang Zhilu.

Jiang Zhilu said "En": "What's wrong?"

"You..." Who is the person you like.

Song Ji really wanted to ask this question at that moment, but he didn't have the guts to say it, for fear that Jiang Zhilu would say a name he didn't know.

"You've worked hard." Song Ji changed the question.

Jiang Zhilu said, "It's not hard work."

When he arrived at the school gate, Jiang Zhilu stopped but did not let Song Ji go.

Song Ji Xiaoli strangled Jiang Zhilu's neck: "Are you planning some bad idea?"

Jiang Zhilu said, "I don't want to let you go."

Song Ji let go of his hands, and put them on Jiang Zhilu's shoulders: "If you don't want to let it go, let it go, I promise I won't get drunk."

Jiang Zhilu put Song Ji down: "It's not because I'm afraid you'll get drunk."

Song Ji stood firm and asked, "Why is that?"

"I haven't experienced the feeling of reciting people enough. This is the first time I recite people." Jiang Zhilu said, "I only recited for 10 minutes."

Song Ji smiled and said: "It's the first time for me to be carried by someone, and it feels pretty good."

He said casually: "Next time I carry you, let you feel being carried."

Jiang Zhilu nodded: "Okay."

Song Ji didn't expect Jiang Zhilu to agree, and he didn't know if he would have another chance in the future.

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