Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

In late October, the point of direct sunlight moves toward the Tropic of Capricornus. Song Zui wakes up from the bed at [-]:[-] a.m., and the dark sky of the Shanghai stock market leaks light.

Fragments of the dream flashed through his mind, and he told himself that it was just an apology to that person, he broke up unhappy, he didn't say a word of thanks, he even forgot his voice in three years.

Probably wanting to understand that the power of time is extremely powerful, the boredom in his heart suddenly calmed down, and he turned his head to see roses swaying in the thin light.

When the rhododendrons are gone, there will be other flowers.

He got dressed and walked out of the bedroom. The aroma of creamy soup slowly overflowed in the air, giving him a feeling of tranquility.

Of course, this feeling only lasted for a second, because the next second someone held a coffee cup in his left hand and a kitten with coffee in his right hand and said coldly, "I have it, but I don't."

The sleepy boy rubbed his eyes, not knowing how to deal with the conflict between the kitten and the big cat.

He could only exile Song Tiantian to the second floor, and fed the canned kittens by the way. After dealing with the vicious incident, he sat down and drank a bowl full of creamy soup.

Song Zui went out to school early after eating. The injury on his foot was almost healed, but his ankle still felt a little uncomfortable, but the man leaned against the door with loose eyebrows: "I'll carry you."

"It's not necessary."

A sprain requires someone to pick him up and go to and from school, so he is regarded as fragile and fragile. He rolled in the mud in elementary school, and breaking his leg was commonplace.

He Shanting raised his eyebrows and asked slowly: "The man worth [-] in the sea is standing in front of you, little classmate, why are you still hesitating?"

Song Zui choked.

This man's skin was getting thicker and thicker. He silently thought about whether there was a recycling center for male models, and whether anyone was willing to adopt Eastern European wild models.

He couldn't resist being carried back to school, after all, he had a relatively thin skin, the man seemed to be concerned about his face, he didn't send him to the door of the classroom, and let him go up the stairs.

Song Zui caught sight of Wu Zhen yawning and walking down the stairs on the next floor, and immediately got off the man's back, and said "I'm gone" and quickly turned around.

But the moment he turned around, his hand was pinched, and something was gently but firmly squeezed into his hand. He retracted his hand and saw that it was a box of heated milk.

"Have a good class."

The man looked at his flat voice, wondering if it was his illusion, there was a vague friendship in his voice, it was like talking about love.

Song Zui held the milk in his hand and paused for a while, then limped into the classroom after a while. Wu Zhen, who took the next step up the stairs, murmured to Yin Zihan, "I just saw someone carrying Song Zui upstairs."

"You're blind." Yin Zihan's tone was quite disdainful, "Our Brother Song beats Guanxi, who can carry Brother Song to and from school? It's either a heavenly king or a Bodhisattva."

Wu Zhen suppressed the doubts in his heart and walked into the classroom. Since Song Zui moved out of the dormitory, he could only ask mechanics homework during self-study time.

Song Zui put the unopened milk on the table, took out a pen and demonstrated the solution on the paper: "First calculate the tensile force of any section of the rope on the stake, then consider the elongation of the small end, and calculate the elongation of the surrounding part of the rope amount, and finally calculate the total deformation.”

He forgot the data on the diameter of the stake, and when he glanced at the topic, he caught a glimpse of the milk on the table. His hand seemed to be warm from being squeezed, and the pen stopped on the draft paper, and he continued to write after he realized it.

"Why are you restless?"

After finishing the answer, Wu Zhen curiously asked Song Zui, who was silently drinking milk, that it was rare for him to see a young man in such a trance, even if it was just for a moment.

"Have it?"

Song Zui stopped biting the straw.

"Have!"

Wu Zhen answered firmly.

It was only then that Song Zui felt that his abnormality was so obvious that even others could see it. He lowered his head to look at the culprit in his hand.

During this period of time, he was elusive about his emotions. It's not that he hasn't tried to suppress it before, but it seems that the more the spring in the laboratory is pressed, the stronger the force will be.

He put down the milk and thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's because a friend of mine has a girl he likes, so I'm a little worried about him."

"What's there to worry about?" Wu Zhen said with surprise in his tone, "If you have a girl you like, I will definitely persuade you to confess."

"It's a urge to treat you, but it's no big deal if it's not. I've been rejected many times since I was a child. Look, I'm still alive and well."

Song Zui looked up and was startled.

Wu Zhen's words were like light driving into a dark mist, if he really regarded A Ting as a friend, he should be happy for A Ting, why is he still irritable.

He thought about this question for a whole day but couldn't come up with an answer, as if the answer was right in front of him but he couldn't grasp it, all the time through the lingering thinness, when he stretched out his hand, he could only catch the empty air.

He stood up, packed his things and was about to go back. A person from another shift came to the door and shouted to the Sports Committee: "Your class, take it easy next week and tug of war. Don't have 38 people, you can't pull us 20 people."

When Song Zui heard the word tug-of-war, he remembered that next week was the sports meeting. Apart from the class meeting, he had no plans to participate in other class activities. As the class monitor, Yin Zihan didn't bother him with signing up.

"What is tug-of-war?" The school committee pushed the glasses and said, "Do you know that Einstein's equations are based on Lorentz transformations, and do you know how Maxwell unified the electromagnetic field?"

Sounds completely harmless.

The sports committee interrupted the academic committee, just when Song Zui thought he would say something to refute, the sports committee agreed with a loud voice: "I guarantee that he doesn't even know the Fermat principle."

The people in the other class sneered: "Why do I, a liberal arts student, need to know science knowledge? It's like you know the random walk hypothesis in the market. Physical waste is physical waste. Don't talk so much about what you have. Next week, I will wait for you to call dad."

Just as he finished his last sentence, a young man with red phoenix eyes suddenly threw a pen straight at him. It stands to reason that the force falling on him from this distance should be very light.

However, the moment he saw it, the tip of the pen pierced his skin precisely, and a blood spot appeared on his forehead, and he dared not say anything, fearing that the next time he would throw a knife.

This man's strength is really frightening.

Everyone looked at the quiet boy, everyone's eyes were full of shock, as if they were surprised that such a good-looking classmate Xiao Song had such a violent temper.

And Song Zui just put away the cap of the pen, walked to the door and picked up the pen frugally, completely ignoring this matter, if he didn't mention his father, he wouldn't even bother to do it.

The sports committee's eyes are bright, and next week's sports meeting will not be able to tell, this is a fierce player.

Everyone in the class, including Wu Zhen, has a Muqiang filter. Looking at the back of the young man limping away, they all feel that there is a calm and breezy temperament of a big boss.

The calm boss walked out the door and saw the person next to the stairs. In order to prevent a certain male model from saying anything in school, he ran over and hung on the other without thinking.

He underestimated the strength of his [-]-meter sprint, and the moment he hung it up, he heard the man grunt, and he lay on his back feeling very guilty: "I'm sorry."

"Fair."

The man patted his butt lightly, and his plump and soft butt flicked in the opponent's hand. His body froze from the spine, like a frozen little owl.

Song Zui buried his head in the other party's collar, trying to hide his red ears, how did he get to this point.

He lay stiffly on the opponent's back, and he didn't have the courage to look at the scenery along the road. He could only hear the noise from the loud hawking to the silence.

Smelling the familiar fragrance of roses, he slowly relaxed his body. The jade pendant under his clothes collided with the man's back, and he hooked the man's neck with peace of mind, feeling a sense of familiarity.

They walked among the pink and white flowers, and the suspended pollen shone brightly in the sun, as if fine gold powder was sprinkled on them, outlining their intertwined shadows.

Song Zui couldn't see the man's face, he could only see the man's sharp and sharp jaw and the slightly protruding blue Adam's apple, and he could touch it with just a slight tilt of his head.

It doesn't look like a physics formula either.

He stared at the other person for a long time, wondering why he wasted his time for this person, it's none of his business to have a girl he likes, just come and take it away.

He awkwardly poked the man's back to let him down: "I can walk by myself."

Song Zui thought that the other party would show his worth again, but unexpectedly heard the man's calm voice: "I know you can walk by yourself."

I know I can't put him down yet.

When Song Zui was about to break free, he heard another sentence: "But I miss you on my body."

His heart suddenly jumped under his chest, as if the surrounding air was still, and only his own heartbeat was in his eardrums.

Planck time is the smallest interval of time quantum, and there is no shorter time than this. Song Zui suddenly figured out the problem that he had been thinking about for a day.

In a Planck time, he understood what a heartbeat is, probably wanting to become a little rose in the other party's flower pot.

A unique rose.