I want to have a relationship with you

Su Jingming seldom eats in the school cafeteria, and Ren Wei dragged him there a few times.

Although the training place looks dilapidated, the cafeteria and supermarket are still decent.

Su Jingming originally planned to just buy some food and deal with it, but Wen Yan said, "I don't eat well, and my blood sugar is prone to hypoglycemia."

So, Su Jingming sat on a chair in the cafeteria and looked at the food in front of him. It was still an exquisite and delicious three dishes and one soup.

"..." Su Jingming: "If you have low blood sugar, you can just eat it, I don't need to..."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Yan glanced at him indifferently, and even picked up a chopstick of braised pork for him, "Eat."

Su Jingming closed his mouth and ate silently.

It was already past dinner time, and there were not many students who had originally participated in the training camp. At this time, apart from the aunt who couldn't shake her hands while cooking, there were only two students, Su Jingming and Wen Yan, left in the cafeteria.

It was the first time that Su Jingming felt such a sense of pressure when eating. Apart from the slight sound made by eating, they had no communication during the whole process.

It was obviously not the first time he had dinner with Wen Yan.Keeping her head down, she always felt that Wen Yan's eyes were on her.Quietly looking up, Wen Yan was just eating.

Su Jingming felt that he was in a daze, and his secondary illness became more and more serious.

After eating, Wen Yan said to Su Jingming unhurriedly: "As for the class in the next half month, the class time is from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm. There is only half an hour for three meals."

Su Jingming paused while holding Coke's hand, "Are you sure it's arranged like this?"

"Yeah." Wen Yan didn't have much expression on his face. Such a schedule is really overloaded for their age.

Su Jingming rubbed the hand that didn't take the Coke, "Actually, I've kept some words in my heart for a long time."

"You said."

"From this morning to now, I have never figured out why we were asked to participate in the math competition." Su Jingming raised his eyes, his eyes were full of seriousness, "But now I figured it out, the school thinks we are too smart and wants to put us Grab it, dissect our brains, and see if it is different from ordinary people?"

Wen Yan laughed dumbfounded after hearing this, and suddenly remembered the Ultraman and a group of little monsters Su Jingming drew at the door of the dormitory.

It turned out to be like this... Su Jingming had already imagined a story about a hero who strayed into the enemy's camp in the short time he was at the door of the dormitory.

If you say he has no brains, he is the second in grade in studies.

Let's say he has a brain, but the things in his head are unrealistic.

Many years ago, "believe in science" was advocated.However, according to Su Jingming's Secondary [-] degree, science is probably not a big deal in his eyes.

Wen Yan hooked the corners of his mouth, wanting to smile or not, which made Su Jingming feel awkward for a while.

Su Jingming found that after being in contact with Wen Yan during this period of time, he became really stupid, and started to speak out no matter what he said.Wrinkled his nose, it's better not to talk nonsense in front of Wen Yan in the future.

Wen Yan was standing on Su Jingming's left, and he said, "Even if it's what you think, will the little hero take me away?"

His voice was very soft, and what he said was like the spring breeze in April.

Extremely gentle.

Whenever he heard Wen Yan call out the three words "little hero", Su Jingming always felt that he was going to fly in the next second.

It is really too lethal to him.

These three words seem to have a sense of mystery, and they beat Su Jingming's heart little by little.

Su Jingming squeezed the Coke bottle subconsciously, almost deforming the body of the bottle. He lowered his head and pursed his lips: "Of course."

The two had just returned to the dormitory when Su Qicheng called.

Su Jingming stood where he was, looking at the notification of the incoming call.He clicked his tongue and walked towards the other end of the corridor outside the dormitory.

As soon as he answered, Su Qicheng's curse came from there.

"Su Jingming, where did you die? Did you lose your wings and go crazy outside all day without going back home?"

Su Jingming leaned against the wall, and looked indifferently at the night outside the window, "Didn't I leave a note, the school asked me to participate in the math competition, and I'm training now."

Of course Su Qicheng saw the note, he drank a little too much today, and wanted to come back and take good care of his son.Unexpectedly, what greeted him was an empty home.

"Mathematics competition, what's the use of participating? Your mother was good at studying back then, so she would often participate in these competitions to seduce men!!" Su Qicheng hiccupped on the other end of the phone, his tongue was almost unsteady, and continued. : "You and your mother are exactly the same, you know how to study all day long, and you are not a part-time job after learning the fuck. Could it be that you, Su Jingming...can be promising?"

It's common for Su Qicheng to get drunk and make trouble without reason, and Su Jingming has long been used to his unrestrained speech.

When Su Jingming's mother, Cheng Hui, left Su Qicheng, she felt that Su Qicheng was not self-motivated. Her dream family was a self-motivated husband and a son who excelled in studies.

Su Jingming did it.

Su Qicheng failed to do it.

Under the final balance, Cheng Hui still divorced Su Qicheng.

That year, Su Jingming was eight years old.

Su Jingming has almost forgotten what Cheng Hui looks like, but he only remembers what Qing Chenghui said: "Jingming must study hard, and when mother settles down, she will come to pick you up."

Su Jingming remembered this sentence for nine years.

Because of Cheng Hui's words, I have been obedient for nine years alone.

The young Su Jingming really thought that he was the first in the exam, a good student, and endless awards were his way to his mother.

Every time she called to report her grades, Cheng Hui only praised her lightly, but she didn't keep her promise.

As time passed, Su Jingming also understood that what Cheng Hui said back then was just to comfort himself.

In the end, there was still nothing to be happy about.

Su Qicheng was tired of cursing on the other end of the phone, his hands were itchy and he didn't know what it was, and he made a harsh sound to pull Su Jingming out of his memories.

Su Qicheng was paralyzed on the sofa with the bottle in his arms, his phone had already dropped on the floor, and he kept cursing: "Su Jingming, it's all your fucking fault..."

"It's all your fault... Fuck, you are not so good, that bitch will leave?"

"Grass, if it's not for the sake of you being my son."

"I've already killed you..."

Su Jingming had heard so many of these words that he could recite them backwards.

Su Qicheng has no culture, he is just a rough person, and his curse words are always those things that cannot be put on the table.

Su Jingming lowered his head, leaning his thin body against the cold wall, as if he would never be able to warm this wall, just like his heart.

Somewhere in the bottom of his heart, the coldness had suffocated him too many times.

There was gradually no sound on the other end of the phone, Su Jingming's finger stayed in mid-air, just about to hang up Su Qicheng's call.

Su Qicheng suddenly yelled: "Jingming, Dad loves you."

Su Jingming sneered, and hung up the phone neatly.

The whole person slowly slid along the wall and fell to the ground.

Every time Su Qicheng finishes punching and kicking him, he always looks at him viciously.

"Su Jingming, I wanted to kill you a long time ago."

After a while.

Su Qicheng would take out a stack of banknotes from his wallet, "Dad loves you."

Whether it's Su Qicheng or Cheng Hui.

Su Jingming didn't want their love long ago.

I don't know how long I sat on the ground until I heard footsteps next to me.

Only then did Su Jingming slowly turn his head to look. Under the dim light, Wen Yan's figure appeared to be tall and straight. He squatted down and held a Dijia about the size of a palm in his hand.

"This thing fell out of your bag, do you see where it broke?"

In Wen Yan's palm lay the Dijia that Su Jingming brought out from home.

Su Jingming silently looked at Dijia in his hand, and suddenly asked thoughtlessly, "Don't you think I'm sick?"

At such an old age, I still like these things, and I am still a secondary school student.

Hearing this, Wen Yan asked strangely: "Isn't it normal for a person to like something? Do you still care about other people's opinions?"

Su Jingming thought so too, he doesn't need to care about other people's opinions, as long as he likes it.

The next day, at 05:30 in the morning.

Wen Yan had packed everything up, and Su Jingming was still sleeping soundly on the bed.Holding his chin with his hand, he stood by Su Jingming's bed and thought for a while, finally took out his mobile phone, turned on the music, and played "Reappearance of a Miracle".

Sure enough, there seemed to be some movement on the bed.

It's just that the effect is not significant yet.

Wen Yan turned up his voice to the maximum, within a few seconds, Su Jingming sat up from the bed, "There is light in the world, there is light, there is light..."

He was so dazed that he couldn't even open his eyes.

Wen Yan turned off the music and stood beside the bed, "Since there is light, get up quickly, otherwise the light in the world will disappear!!"

If you want to wake up a middle school boy, then you have to be more middle school than the second year boy.

Wen Yan never imagined that he would have such a day when he kindly woke up his roommates and played a good morning song for them.

Su Jingming packed up and came out, his eyes seemed much clearer.He scratched his head, "That...thank you."

Thank you for waking me up with such a second move.

Wen Yan responded casually, picked up the schoolbag and threw a bag of milk to Su Jingming.

"Let's go to class."

Their actions were considered late, and most of the students had already arrived in the classroom.

Downstairs in the classroom, Su Jingming and Wen Yan had just gone up a few floors when they heard the people behind.

"I don't know which idiot's dormitory played songs early in the morning, which scared me awake in an instant."

"Me too, I haven't heard this song for many years, I almost thought I was going to transform."

Su Jingming lowered his head, not daring to look at Wen Yan.Not only the buddies at the back felt that they had to transform, Su Jingming also felt that he had to transform and save the world.

It's really a shame.

Wen Yan suddenly approached Su Jingming, and chuckled: "I don't know if I'm sober or not, but it's true that the little hero transforms."