I want to have a relationship with you

In Su Jingming's world, Ultraman is a belief, as long as one believes that the world has light, miracles will exist.

Thinking of what Wen Yan said, Su Jingming was still very angry, and he didn't even want to give him an extra look.

Wen Yan still didn't know where he angered Su Jingming. After Su Jingming rescued Wen Miao that day, Wen Yan would always find an opportunity to ask him, "Su Jingming, can I treat you to dinner?"

Su Jingming would tremble reflexively when he saw Wen Yan.

I never felt that Wen Yan was so persistent before.

They were not very familiar with each other.

Back in the classroom, half of the chemistry class was done.With the teacher's permission, they returned to their seats lightly.

Ren Wei put the prepared note on Su Jingming's desk early in the morning.

What did Lao Zhou ask you to do?

Take part in math competitions.

Ren Wei suddenly realized that it was indeed time for the competition.Last year, Su Jingming and Wen Yan were both freshmen in high school, so they were not allowed to participate.

He was about to stir his restless heart, and wanted to ask Su Jingming a lot of questions.

Ren Wei is a terrible person. He has known Su Jingming since he was a child, and he also knows what kind of person Su Jingming is.In the eyes of other students, Su Jingming is just a nerd. He likes to cover most of his face with a pair of huge black-rimmed glasses, and the black hair on his forehead slightly covers his eyes.

Ren Wei wanted to take off Su Jingming's glasses more than once, and also wanted to comb his hair back.He dared to bet that there must be many people in the class who didn't see clearly what Su Jingming looked like!

Ren Wei bit the nib of a piece of the pen, scribbled and drew on the note, and finally crumpled the note into a ball and threw it into the drawer.

Su Jingming listened attentively to the chemistry class, and he didn't notice anything strange about Ren Wei at all.

After finally surviving school, Ren Wei grabbed Su Jingming, "Then what kind of competition are you going to participate in?"

Su Jingming hummed, "I have signed up."

"When does it begin?"

Su Jingming thought for a while, "About next week will be over, half a month of training camp."

When Ren Wei heard the news, he burst into tears, "That means I won't see you for half a month, so whose homework should I copy?!"

Su Jingming: "I have a suggestion, you can do it yourself."

Ren Wei let go of Su Jingming's hand, watched him pack his schoolbag, Su Jingming zipped up the schoolbag, "Let's go."

Su Jingming walked out of the school gate while looking down at his mobile phone. The screen of the mobile phone stayed on the text message interface for a long time, and now he couldn't type a word of what he wanted to say.

With a final sigh, he still threw the lock screen of the phone into his school uniform pocket.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Wen Yan standing not far away.

Su Jingming clicked his tongue, why does this Wen Yan linger.

Wen Yan came to the school gate first, just to wait for Su Jingming.Seeing Su Jingming walking out of the campus unhurriedly, he strode over.

"Su Jingming, why don't you consider my proposal?"

Wen Yan was referring to the matter of inviting Su Jingming to dinner.

"No, no, no, no, didn't I say it, it's a trivial matter." Su Jingming wrinkled his nose, why didn't he realize that Wen Yan is still a difficult type, and it just so happens that Su Jingming just can't deal with this type people.

Wen Yan looked embarrassed, "But my sister still wants to thank you again, otherwise it won't be easy for me to go back."

Su Jingming: "How about this, if your sister is feeling sorry, you can tell her for me, so that his brother will stop talking about inviting me to dinner. This is the greatest gratitude to me."

Wen Yan's throat choked, he didn't expect Su Jingming to speak so directly.He was a few centimeters taller than Su Jingming, and when he saw the eyes on the bridge of the young man's nose, there was a bit of forbearance in his eyes.Suddenly thought of something, Wen Yan asked him: "Did I say that the day you were angry that there is no light in the world?"

"..."

Su Jingming raised his eyes to look at him, this is the most intolerable thing for a junior high school boy.

Why did Wen Yan keep bouncing on his bottom line again and again.

It's not that Wen Yan, who is the first in grade, is the best at observing words and expressions, but when he got to his place, he only beat on the high-voltage wires crazily.

Su Jingming stabilized his mood that he didn't want to have a real-life fight with Wen Yan at the school gate, and let out a breath slowly, before he could speak.

Wen Yan added: "In this case, I'll buy you an Ultraman to make amends, okay?"

Now is the peak time after school, and more and more students gather at the school gate.Many people looked in the direction of Wen Yan and Su Jingming.

In their eyes, it is a very strange landscape.

Wen Yan's height is considered outstanding among the sophomores in high school. Coupled with good grades and this face, it will make people feel pleasing to the eye. No matter where he stands, Wen Yan will have a unique aura.

But Su Jingming is different, his appearance looks ordinary, except for his good grades, most people really don't have much impression of Su Jingming.

There were more and more students staying around, Su Jingming lowered his head and didn't look at Wen Yan, he said in a muffled voice, "It's up to you, as long as you feel better after doing this."

Save yourself from bothering me in the future.

After hearing this, Wen Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Su Jingming lowered his head, stretched out his hand and waved it casually a few times, "Bye."

Wen Yan's eyes followed Su Jingming's leaving figure, and he dawdled his fingers twice on the palm of his hand, with a curious look in his eyes, and there was always a clamoring emotion in his heart.

Want to know Su Jingming.

Wen Yan withdrew his gaze, clasped his fingers on the schoolbag strap on his shoulder, casually glanced at the surrounding crowd who deliberately slowed down, lifted his feet and walked into the crowd.

Su Jingming walked through several alleys, and the shouts of vendors on the street formed an inseparable scene.

He stumbled into the old residential building. The walls were covered with mottled marks of time. Looking around, the most common words were written in black ink on the yellowed wall: To unlock, please dial 180XXXXXXXX .

Su Jingming had just gone up two floors, when he paused slightly, he heard bursts of noise coming from the closed door.

"You fucking know how to gamble all day long, why don't you die at the gambling table?"

"Grass your mother, what's the matter with my old lady going out to play? Don't you have face when you flirt with the little girl in the barber shop downstairs all day long?"

"Do you know what the neighbors in the neighborhood think of me? Avoid me all day long, for fear of getting sick!!"

Su Jingming was not someone who eavesdropped on the corner, he turned slightly sideways, and the closed door was forcefully opened.

A man in sweatshirt came out from the door. The man was slightly startled when he saw Su Jingming, "Jingming is back."

Su Jingming nodded and made way for him in the narrow aisle, "Uncle Li."

Uncle Li touched his stubble-covered chin, hummed, and walked down with a bad expression.

The woman in the room quickly chased him out, opened his mouth and wanted to scold, but the moment he saw Su Jingming, he choked back abruptly.He said hello awkwardly, "Jingming is out of school, I saw your father coming up just now."

"Ah, yes."

In such an old residential building, the same drama is repeated every day.

Su Jingming stood in front of his house for a long time, with his schoolbag in his hand, and took out the key to open the door after dawdling for a while.

As soon as he opened the door, Su Jingming could smell the aroma of food.The window of the living room was wide open, and the old TV next to it was broadcasting the news channel, and the shouting from downstairs had drowned out the sound on the TV.

Su Jingming stayed at the door for a few seconds, changing his shoes.

Su Qicheng poked his head out from the kitchen and saw Su Jingming's unhappy face, with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"I think you are still growing up now, so I will cook you a meal when I come back. Are you like this?"

Su Jingming didn't answer him, and went straight back to the room, threw his schoolbag aside, and fell on the bed.

In the next second, Su Qicheng raised his voice a little, "Su Jingming, are you deaf when your father is talking to you?!"

Su Jingming still didn't respond to Su Qicheng, he turned his head and saw scattered exercises and papers on the desk.

In the corner of the desk, on top of a tall stack of books, stood an Ultraman about the size of a palm.

It's Tiga.

Old windows, clean curtains, the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the corner of the desk.

That is light.

The light in Su Jingming's heart.

After Su Qicheng finished cooking, he pushed open the door of Su Jingming's room and saw Su Jingming lying on the bed half dead.

He suddenly became angry, pulled out the belt around his waist, and greeted Su Jingming's back without saying a word.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

Su Qicheng did not know how many times he smoked, but Su Jingming was still on the bed, not responding at all.He took a few deep breaths. He had finally vented from the high-intensity work during this period.

"Get up and eat."

Su Qicheng threw the belt in his hand aside, and left Su Jingming's room straight away.

Su Jingming took a deep breath and slowly got up from the bed.The side facing the quilt was soaked with sweat or tears.

He took off his coat, knelt on the bed, and turned his back to the mirror on the wall.

With a sideways head, you can probably see the miserable appearance under the short sleeves.

Su Qicheng is a fighting coach, to be precise, he is an excellent coach,

His skill and teaching ability are among the best.

Only in the matter of domestic violence against his own son, he can always grasp his own sense of proportion and scale.

Su Jingming would not be seriously injured, and he would still be able to take care of himself.

Su Jingming sat on the bed in silence until he heard the soft closing of the door.Only then did he walk out of the room door, and saw two dishes and one soup still steaming on the dining table, and a stack of red banknotes on the side.