Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Those unknown emotions lying in his chest turned into a sentence that slowly fell from the sky, I like him, and fell straight to the bottom of his heart.

Song Zui was unwilling to accept this conclusion but he had to accept it, otherwise why would he always be distracted by the other party, why would he feel sour because the other party has a girl he likes, at some point his heart would be moved.

It may be the first meeting in a bar at night, it may be the Mid-Autumn Festival when the moon cakes are piled up like a hill, it may be the other party bending over to call him baby on an empty rooftop, or it may be a hug outside a courtyard of roses.

It turned out that they had so many memories unconsciously that he couldn't tell when he fell in love with each other.

Like the silent sunlight soaking in his life, when he realized it was already bright, there was no room for turning back.

Song Zui closed his eyes as if accepting his fate.

After recognizing his unspeakable thoughts, he became sensitive to physical touch, and silently retracted the hand that was hooking the other party's neck, only daring to carefully grab the other party's shirt.

He Shanting noticed the change in the boy, raised his eyebrows and said, "Baby's heart beats so fast."

He thought that Song Zui would retort as usual, but today's boy is unexpectedly well-behaved, so well-behaved that he wants to call him baby in bed.

After the self-study class the next day, the sports committee took a sports meeting registration form and walked to Song Zui's seat: "The weekend is the school sports meeting. Not only will you win honor for the class, but you can also win rewards for yourself. Do you think there is anything you want to apply for? I You can coordinate with your classmates.”

After seeing the young man's skills yesterday, he wanted Song Zui to participate in the javelin and shot put, but the young man didn't stop reading and said, "No."

This made the next words of the sports committee stuck in his throat, and he had to ask tentatively: "You must participate in the tug-of-war, right?"

In order to avoid the embarrassment of gender inequality, the tug-of-war is selected in units of classes. Most of the people in their class are nerds. It’s okay to say that the knowledge quizzes are hard to say, but the fierce sports confrontation will cost them half their lives.

The sports committee looked at Song Zui earnestly, as if he was looking at the hope of all mankind, and the boy couldn't help but respond.

The Sports Commissioner happily jumped up from the chair, took the sports meeting registration form happily and left, Song Zui lowered his head and continued to read, but he picked up the mobile phone on the table after not reading for a long time.

He clicked on the circle of friends that he hadn't seen for a long time. A Ting hadn't posted anything, but Xu Ning posted game records in the circle of friends every day. He deleted this fish that slipped through the net.

He didn't update the news and didn't know what the other party was doing at home. It seemed that he played with his mobile phone less often than him. He took a photo of the table.

【Song Zui】Reading

Maybe it's because he doesn't post to Moments often, and there are several more replies below.

【Wu Zhen】I'm working on my homework

[Academic Committee] I'm trying to collect my homework

[Yin Zihan] Brother Song is awesome!

Song Zui looked at Yin Zihan's flattery and was speechless. What's so awesome about reading a book? Those who didn't know thought he wrote a book. At this moment, he received a new reply.

[A Ting] Waiting for you to come back to see me

Song Zui's hand holding the phone couldn't help but freeze. He could imagine the other party's lazy tone, and the teenager who was addicted to studying struggled to turn off the phone.

Suddenly want to go home quickly.

It was rare for him not to stay in school after finishing his daytime class, and he picked up his schoolbag and went back to the house on Zhuangyuan Road, only thinking about whether he would be too active when he turned the door with the key.

Song Zui was hesitant when facing the half-turned key, what if the other party became suspicious?With the degree of narcissism of the other party, you might think that you like him.

You cannot enter through this door.

He decisively pulled out the key and was about to turn around and leave. Then the door opened from the inside, and the man leaned against the door with slightly frowned eyebrows: "Wait until my little gold master."

The other party purposely babbled at the end of the sound, and overlaid the tone with an inexplicable ambiguity. The young man with a ghost in his heart felt his ears turn red when he heard it.

The school sports meeting started on Saturday, and the auditorium in the west playground was full of people. From a distance, the library standing on the top of the mountain could be seen, like a tiny white dove.

A track and field event was held in the morning, and the first physics class failed. The sweaty sports committee comforted the students: "It's okay, there will be group events in the afternoon, everyone eat more at noon."

"It's not good to eat too much." The short student pushed his glasses, "Exercising on a full stomach can easily cause poor blood circulation, and ischemia in the motor system will lead to corresponding dysfunction."

"Eat in moderation." A girl said, "It is recommended to choose carbohydrates with low GI two hours before exercising, because the digestion time of such foods is relatively slow and can continue to provide energy for the body."

A group of nerds were discussing how to deal with the tug-of-war in the afternoon. Yin Zihan yawned at the sidelines. If you ask him to say that there are so many details, if you can compare, you can compare. If you can't compare, you can't compare.

Under everyone's anxiety, the tug-of-war competition came. The competition adopted a mixed point system, and each class competed three times.

The sports committee didn't expect their class to be the first. The most important thing is not to lose to the second class of economics. Their class and the second class of economics have old and new feuds, and they had a bad time because of the robbery of the classroom.

Last time, the people from the second class of economics came to their class to show off their power, mocking their strength and strength.

Because last time those people were smashed back by Song Zui with a pen, they didn't dare to talk trash before the start of the match, but they just showed their muscles under the sportswear intentionally or unintentionally.

The sports committee was very envious of the strong tendons, but in order not to uplift others' ambitions and destroy his own prestige, he said in a disdainful tone: "It looks like a muscle injected with water, and it can't last 5 minutes on the court."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man was surrounded by five equally muscular people. The sports committee heard the hearts of the students in the class collectively shudder. How could they compare.

He turned around to find where Song Zui was, but before the start of the match, the boy was nowhere to be seen. He anxiously asked Yin Zihan, "Squad leader, where do you think Song Zui would be?"

"The library."

Yin Zihan, the only sports student, moved her body.

"The game will start soon. You two have a good relationship in the same dormitory. Why don't you call the monitor to urge him to hurry up?"

The sports committee handed over his mobile phone, but Yin Zihan rolled his eyes: "Am I stupid, go and urge Brother Song."

Counseling is extraordinarily upright.

The sports commissioner looked down at the phone, and after a while he turned it off confidently. Under the guidance of the staff, they walked onto the field one by one, and Song Zui didn't arrive until the referee was about to blow the whistle.

"Sorry for being late."

Song Zui spoke casually to the referee.

The referee was about to blow the whistle, but he held back his breath, his face flushed purple under the sun, and waved at Song Zui impatiently: "Hurry up and go in."

Song Zui walked to the team in his class, and with a short whistle, the match between Physics Class [-] and Economics Class [-] officially started, and the atmosphere group in the auditorium applauded.

Because of the previous incident, the two classes tried their best to feed each other. Everyone was sweating profusely when pulling the rope, and the veins on Yin Zihan's arms burst out.

But despite the difference in physical strength, the physics class was still defeated quickly. Yin Zihan cursed violently, and spat on the other side. The referee had to emphasize: "Civilized competition."

The sports commissioner who bore the brunt was extremely anxious. Seeing that the marks on the rope were about to cross the line, Song Zuixiang, who was the last to enter the arena, was still warming up calmly for fear of getting injured. He was slow to catch up with Taijiquan.

I'm going to lose this time.

The sports committee thought so hopelessly, and the rope in his hand was forced to pull away a little bit. Just when the winner was about to be decided, Song Zui finally joined the team, and a steady force was transmitted to the thick hemp rope.

Immediately afterwards, the situation turned upside down, and the precarious center mark suddenly returned to its original position, causing an uproar of surprise on the field.

The mark not only reset but also slowly moved to the right. The faces of the people in the opposite class turned red due to excessive force, but they couldn't resist their offensive. The referee blew the whistle one second before 5 minutes: "Physics Class [-] wins!" !"

The students in the class were silent for a while, and then burst into enthusiastic cheers. To them, they were happier to win the second class of economics than to take the first place. Song Zui rubbed his wrists lightly.

The sports committee looked at the discouraged second class of economics and let out a bad breath. He knew that if it wasn't for Song Zui, their class would have no chance against the group of strong men.

So at the end of the game, he quietly pulled Song Zui with a relaxed expression: "Thanks to you this time, on behalf of the class, I will double the reward for you."

"award?"

Song Zui was originally rubbing his red wrists, but he was refreshed when he heard the reward. If he had said that there was a reward, he would not squeeze time to go to the library in the afternoon and watch the track and field competition.

The Sports Committee solemnly took out two packing boxes: "You deserve this. Don't be embarrassed to accept it. I hope you will continue to work hard in the future."

Song Zui thought it was an expensive reward, but he was too embarrassed to accept it because it was too expensive, after all, he was just helping today.

He took the heavy packing box, opened the carton and fell silent. Inside the box was a thermos cup with free shipping for nine yuan. He looked at the cheap cup body and wondered if it might leak.

The sports committee seemed to be aware of his thoughts, and enthusiastically sold them beside him: "Don't look at these two cups as mediocre, but one blue and one white are couple cups. It's not very easy to give the rewards from your sports meeting to the person you like. Is there any commemoration?"

When the two were talking, Hou Quan called out: "Song Zui, someone is looking for you."

Song Zui turned his head and saw Ating standing behind him. The sports committee looked at the mixed-race man and asked the young man, "Who is he to you?"

"Family."

The man with a stern face replied calmly.

No matter how you look at them, they don't look like relatives, so there is only one answer. Looking at the backs of the two, the sports committee can't help but sigh, the boss is indeed a boss, even the family members are so wild.

On the way back, Song Zui put two nine-yuan water glasses into his schoolbag, and his sleeves slid down to his fair arms, revealing his flushed wrists.

In the next second, his schoolbag strap was taken away, and his slender wrist was pulled involuntarily. The man gently rubbed his hand for him: "Does it hurt?"

They are obviously two different people, but they both gently asked him if it hurts, and there was a moment when the memories seemed to overlap.

Actually it doesn't hurt.

His body seemed to lack the perception of pain by nature, but looking into the other's eyes, he cheekily didn't deny it, and condemned his behavior of touching porcelain in his heart.

When he returned to the house, the other party handed him an ice pack for cold compresses. He applied the ice pack to his wrist and watched the man sitting on the chair reading the accounting book.

When the other party left the chair and went upstairs, Song Zui stared at the pair of thermos cups for a while, and the words of the sports committee sounded in his mind, and he walked over and put a blue thermos cup on the table.

At the moment of letting go, he walked away with a guilty conscience, and sat back on the sofa to apply an ice pack. The heartbeat under his chest was fast, as if he was hiding his excited little thoughts.