give me a hug

Xie Jiaran was taken to Mingde Building by Liang Suinian, and as soon as he entered the classroom, he attracted everyone to watch.

Some boys joked with him: "Brother Liang, what's the matter with you, others take girls in class, but you are better off, take roommates, no matter how straight you are, you can't be so straight."

Liang Suinian put his arm on Xie Jiaran's shoulder casually, and smiled casually: "What's wrong with my roommate, I like to take my roommate with me, do you have any opinions?"

"Hey, that's the reason~"

Xiao Chi joyfully ran over to join in the fun: "Besides, this roommate is not an ordinary roommate, there are more than ten girls who can beat you!"

Liang Suinian: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Okay!" Xiao Chi covered his mouth cooperatively.

"Old Liang, there are still vacancies here, two." Chen Wenyao waved to them in the front row, and beside him sat Liu Maomao in a tall horse and pink sweater.

Xiao Chi kindly threw out an olive branch: "Xie, classmate, come and sit with us!"

Before Xie Jiaran could make a sound, Liang Suinian had already opened his mouth to help him refuse: "No, I took a shower before I came, so I don't really want to sit with you stinky men for the time being, next time."

"what???"

Xiao Chi opened his eyes in disbelief: "Brother Liang, you actually dislike me? You have never disliked me before, don't you love me?"

"Love again next time when you have time, the teacher is here."

"...Scumbag!"

Xie Jiaran followed Liang Suinian and sat down in the corner by the window in the back row.

The window was half open, and the breeze blowing through the branches and leaves just brushed against his side face, refreshing and cool.

It's just that there are always classmates around who cast their eyes on him from time to time, and some of them will go back and forth before him and Liang Suinian.

Barely remembering the three former roommates that Liang Suinian had introduced to him, he was so stared at him that he felt uncomfortable, so he simply lay down on the table with his head sideways, and buried half of his face in his arms.

The slightly childish gesture made Liang Suinian curl his lips.

"Sleepy?" he asked.

Xie Jiaran said no, and made an excuse for herself: "It's just boring."

Liang Suinian laughed, and the pen turned beautiful double images between his fingers, and with the other hand, he skillfully pulled Xie Jiaran's right hand under the table, and then held it.

The corner is hidden and no one finds it.

"Go to bed if you're bored." He said, "When you wake up, get out of class will be over."

Xie Jiaran suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar.

When he was in high school, the front desk of the two dating was like this, and he had to hide from the teacher in class, holding hands tightly under the table tiredly.

His eyelashes fluttered twice quickly, and he turned his face further into the crook of his arms.

"Will this be blatant?" He asked, "Then being called by the teacher to answer questions?"

"Don't worry, no."

Liang Suinian smiled and said, "Our teacher is very humane. He said a long time ago that we can bring our families with him in his class."

Pause for two seconds after finishing speaking, and add the key point: "And you don't need to answer the question."

Xie Jiaran was silent.

After barely digesting the title of "family member", it took a long time before he let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and buried his whole face in his arms.

As a roommate and a family member, he slept through two classes in political law class with peace of mind, and when the class was over, his head was in a daze. He didn't react to what Liang Suinian asked, and just nodded subconsciously.

It was only after being taken to the indoor basketball court that he realized what he had promised.

"But I don't know how to play basketball." Xie Jiaran was at a loss as he stuffed a brand new, unused basketball into his arms.

"Didn't you say you want to try shooting?" Liang Suinian gestured at him: "It's not difficult, I'll teach you."

He took a few steps back towards the opposite direction of the basket, bent down to make preparations, and dribbled the "ball" forward while explaining briefly. After three steps, he jumped high and raised his arms to make a shooting posture.

Even without the ball, a set of movements is still smooth and smooth.

Liang Suinian clapped his hands habitually, and looked at him: "This is a three-step layup, how about it, isn't it very simple?"

Xie Jiaran thought about it, and really nodded.

His eyes told him that it was indeed quite simple.

"Try?" Liang Suinian made room for him.

Xie Jiaran stepped back to the position where Liang Suinian was just now, looked at the basketball in his hand, and then at the basket. The momentum was there, but the moment he started, he was completely frozen.

Unable to advance or retreat, somehow fell into an unsolvable deadlock.

"?"

Liang Suinian raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Xie Jiaran frowned, and looked at him tangled: "Should I put my left foot first or my right foot?"

"..."

"........."

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Liang Suinian couldn't help but Xie Jiaran's ears turned red.

"forget it,"

He lowered his head in frustration, and walked over to return the ball to Liang Suinian: "I have poor motor skills, so I probably won't be able to learn this."

"It's okay, it might be a bit difficult for beginners to learn this."

Liang Suinian took the ball, thought for a moment and brought him to the basket to stand still, his tone brisk and upbeat: "Come on, brother Liang will teach you a simple one, you're guaranteed to hit one shot."

"?"

Xie Jiaran was at a loss.

Watching Liang Suinian spin the ball backwards to the shooting distance, he visually measured the position between him and the basket, he weighed the ball skillfully, suddenly got up, dribbled over with the motion of a layup, and within three steps, the wind approached in the blink of an eye. In front of Xie Jiaran.

Question marks turned into exclamation points!

Xie Jiaran was taken aback, he didn't even have time to retreat, when Liang Suinian raised the ball towards him, he closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to block——

A chuckle fell on his ears, and the ball was released and slipped into his hand.

Xie Jiaran only felt that his feet were empty and his body lightened.

By the time he realized it, he had been supported by Liang Suinian and sat firmly on his shoulders.

Facing the basket, he was still holding the basketball that he thought would hit his forehead.

The field of vision becomes strange and broad, and it is a perspective that has never been felt.

Liang Sunian's shoulders were broader than what he saw.

He was able to lift a 1.8-meter boy with no difficulty and let him sit on it firmly.

"..."

Xie Jiaran looked at the basket that was almost within reach, his Adam's apple slipped dryly, his mouth opened and closed several times, and he didn't know what to say for a long time.

The heartbeat was ridiculously fast.

"It's a bit difficult to step with the left foot or the right foot first, so I just help you."

Liang Suinian held his calf firmly with his arms, raised his head and smiled and said, "Come on, classmate Xiao Xie, are you ready to shoot?"

While raising his hand, the ball fell from the center of the basket and hit the ground with a muffled bang.

It seemed to hit him in the heart too.

There was inexplicable emptiness when both feet touched the ground again.

When the three of Xiao Chi and the other two boys ran in, fighting and running in, Xie Jiaran put his hands behind his back, hiding his limp and numb palms.

"I'll wait for you in the auditorium."

He dropped this sentence, turned around and quickly walked out of the field.

No matter where it is, Liang Suinian seems to be able to become the center of the group, always the most shining and eye-catching one.

Xie Jiaran took out the sketchbook and put it on his lap, wanting to use this time to practice drawing.

Trying hard to calm down, Yu Guang is always unconsciously attracted by that person on the field.

Dribble, jump, shoot, high five...

Every frame of the picture is clearly reflected in the mind.

When he came back to his senses, the gesture of the boy jumping for a layup in the pen had already come alive on the paper.

The left hand hangs on the edge of the basket, and the right hand freezes at the moment of the shot. There is a random sketch at the tiger's mouth, which looks like a strawberry.

"..."

Xie Jiaran wrinkled her nose, quickly closed the drawing book and hid it.

Feeling guilty for not knowing why, as if afraid of being discovered.

He obviously didn't want to draw this.

Grabbing the edge of the book, he looked back at the field.

Liang Suinian brushed back the hair on his forehead casually, tilted his head and said something to the people around him, when he raised his eyes and saw his gaze, the corner of his mouth lifted, and his smile was bright and bright.

Xie Jiaran's eyes flickered.

Silently, his gaze fell on his shoulder.

Has he never been the only one sitting in such a special place?

Xie Jiaran did not go with them for dinner.

After finishing dinner in the nearby cafeteria, he returned to the dormitory alone to continue the unfinished first draft of the game.

As usual, I drafted several alternatives, but they still did not meet the satisfactory standard, so I had to turn to a job sketch.

After finishing the drawing, Su Tu was about to close the drawing book, but stopped halfway through.

Turning forward a few pages, it is the draft he drew on the basketball court in the afternoon.

It can only be considered a semi-finished product. The environment, characters, and composition are all at the draft stage. The only thing that can be considered meticulous is probably Liang Sunian in the center of the picture.

Seeing the drawing, a dynamic picture unconsciously appeared in my mind, and that person was still the center, because from the beginning to the end, his eyes were always on him.

Xie Jiaran just stared at it for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

I picked up the pen a few times and put it down again, but in the end I still seemed to compromise and began to pick up the pen to draw lines carefully.

The scene was restored and the characters were refined, but it was difficult to color it.

He obviously watched the scene and had ready-made references for color processing, but he just didn't think it was suitable, so he couldn't say why he was hesitating.

He was always the only one in the dormitory.

It wasn't until the time passed nine o'clock and almost ten o'clock that there was finally movement at the door.

There was a small conversation, and it was hard to hear what was being said through the door, but one could hear that one of them was the protagonist in his painting.

When Xie Jiaran closed the drawing book, the door opened.

Liang Suinian pulled out the key and walked in, saw him there, raised the corners of his lips lazily to greet him, looked around the dormitory, and asked, "Are you alone?"

Xie Jiaran was about to nod his head, but Liang Suinian jingled the key, and asked himself, "I almost forgot, they said in the group that they would go out with the neighbors tonight for five rows. "

He spoke a little slower than usual, and his eyes were a little tired and loose, but it was not obvious.

It's as if there is an extra layer of water mist in the path of sunlight, which is no longer so bright and dazzling, but is refracted with more radiant light.

Xie Jiaran smelled the smell of alcohol coming from him, it was neither strong nor unpleasant.

"Liang Su Nian."

He looked up at him and said softly, "Are you drunk?"