Talking tablemates chase after me

This is not the bright and sunny Ding Jinyu is familiar with. He feels that even his pores are frozen.

He clenched his fists, held his breath, and stared blankly at the top of Mingxi's hair leaning against his shoulders; under the warm yellow street lamp, Mingxi was still so soft and fluffy, but the long eyelashes were covered with tired hair. .

"you……"

My home is so close at hand, why should I lean here?

"Business in the restaurant is so good today, I can't even take care of my saliva..." Mingxi closed her eyes and seemed to be babbling in a daze, with a coquettish and begging tone, "Don't talk to my dad."

Ding Jinyu exhaled lightly, and looked at Ming Xi quietly, like a solid sculpture under the street lamp; the street was so quiet that the sound of the second hand moving could be heard——

Tick, tick.

Jingle Bell--

The phone's alarm clock actually rang.

It's time for Ding Jinyu to run at night.

He put his hand into his trouser pocket and pressed the alarm clock, the whole process was very light, and he said after a long time: "Then stop practicing your ghost clarinet."

"You..." Mingxi, who was unmoved by the sharp sound of the alarm just now, got up from Ding Jinyu's shoulders and looked at his deskmate in surprise, "Ding Jinyu!"

He grabbed Ding Jinyu's forearm, "You promised!?"

Ding Jinyu looked down at the person hanging on his arm.

Mingxi was probably really tired today, even the corners of her eyes drooped in grievance, like an innocent puppy.

Especially like the one he had when he was a kid.

"Someday I'll hear you brag about that damn thing—" he intentionally threatened, "I'm afraid I won't be able to resist beating you."

"At the same table..." Ming Xi mumbled as he shook Ding Jinyu's arm, "Why are you so nice..."

Ding Jinyu didn't realize when the tension in her body was released, but when she saw Ming Xi's familiar dimple, her breathing seemed to suddenly become smoother.

He felt that Ming Xi and Ming Mei were indeed brothers and sisters.

The way Mingxi was leaning on his shoulder just now was like Mingmei in the afternoon, almost begging for a hug without being wronged; but now the way Mingxi is shaking his arm...

It's almost like Ming Mei is acting like a baby to herself.

He withdrew his arm in disgust, turned and ran into the night.

Mingxi was accustomed to Ding Jinyu's reaction, he smiled and waved to the back of his deskmate, "Be careful running at night—"

"Deskmate--"

A few days later, Teacher Song printed out the list of performances for the school celebration performance, and asked everyone who had a program to sign for confirmation.

Ding Jinyu didn't look at it carefully, so he signed his name on the back of the form in Class 31, and continued to write his own math paper; but Mingxi took the form, looked at Ding Jinyu's inkless handwriting, and wanted to laugh but couldn't help it. simmering.

It's a pity that Ding Jinyu's program on the list only includes violin solo, and he still doesn't know what his tablemate has prepared.

And this regret seems to be maintained until the school celebration performance kicks off.

According to the regulations, each class in the second grade can present two programs, one episode program and one individual program; in addition to Ding Jinyu's violin solo, a group of girls in Class [-] even had a chorus.

Mingxi really doesn't have much musical talent, but in order to honor the previous agreement with Mingmei, he still shamelessly went to find a female classmate in the class; fortunately, he is usually warm-hearted and extroverted, and he is very popular, and girls are not embarrassed, so he opened a few Just added him as a joke.

Everything was finally finalized. In order to participate in the rehearsal, Mingxi asked Zhou Hao to help take care of the house for a few days; he purposely kept Ding Jinyu from telling, anyway, his tablemate usually didn't talk to anyone, so naturally he wouldn't reveal his secrets.

He rushed to the music classroom for the rehearsal early, planning to hide and eavesdrop on what Ding Jinyu had prepared, but no one came until the end of the rehearsal.

"Why don't you come to the music classroom to practice the piano?" Ming Xi finally couldn't help it after being in a hurry for a few days, "I even specially reserved a seat for you."

On the rooftop of the building, Ding Jinyu expressed dissatisfaction with Ming Xi's behavior that he didn't even spare the quiet time of lunch break.

"Why should I go?"

Ming Xi has no doubts about Ding Jinyu's piano skills. He has heard Ming's father say many times that every weekend afternoon, as long as his tablemate plays the piano, even the always noisy courtyard will be quiet, as if he doesn't want to be disturbed.

"But you always want to try the piano used in the show?"

Ding Jinyu glanced at Ming Xi indifferently, "I use my own."

"Your piano can still perform?" Ming Xi was obviously a little surprised, "Did you perform in school before? What tune do you want to play? Let me see first..."

"Deskmate……"

"Sit at the same table, don't you have 'benefits'?"

Ding Jinyu had seen Ming Xi's ability to gossip endlessly before. He didn't respond, but only stared in the direction of the small door on the roof, signaling Ming Xi to leave.

"Alas..." Ming Xi knew that today was over, so she reluctantly took out the bento box hidden behind her back, "Here—"

Seeing that Ding Jinyu was stunned on the spot, he took the other's hand and stuffed the bento box in, "I went to the teacher's office and used the microwave to bite it."

"It's getting colder and colder, don't always eat bread sandwiches and those foreign things, my dad said, you still have to eat something warm."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and waved at Ding Jinyu from behind.

Teacher Song originally told Ming Xi that he hoped to take advantage of this cultural performance to let Ding Jinyu get in touch with his classmates more, but he didn't expect it to fall apart like this——

Ding Jinyu was a one-man show, so she never participated in group rehearsals.

Until the official collective rehearsal before the performance, it was Mingxi's last chance to hear Ding Jinyu play the piano in advance, but due to some special reasons, he still missed it.

In the final rehearsal before the performance, makeup should be worn according to the school’s regulations, and at least the prepared costumes should be worn, especially for group performances. If the costumes are not uniform, the effect will not be visible.

And Ming Xi wants to sing a chorus with the thirty or forty female students who signed up for the class. Their costumes...

It's women's clothing.

He was afraid that before he had time to overhear Ding Jinyu's little secret, he would be laughed to death by the other party.

In order to finish the rehearsal in the spare time after class, group programs and individual programs are rehearsed separately.

After the rehearsal was over, Ming Xi quietly mingled in the crowd, hid in the toilet and took off that troublesome skirt; but when he changed back into his school uniform and ran back to Ding Jinyu's stage, the rehearsal was already over.

Although he saw Ding Jinyu's piano named "Jasmine" by Ming Mei, the back of his deskmate was still in the ordinary school uniform.

Maybe some things are destined to be wrong, but all the misses are for a surprise.

Two days later, the Third Middle School Anniversary Celebration Art Show was held as scheduled.