Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Song Zui's slender Danfeng eyes opened into oval shapes, the tails of the upturned eyes drooped, and the fine eyelashes trembled, almost thinking that he had heard wrong.

But the hands holding his face are real, the eyes staring at him are real, the person beside him is asking him if he wants to have a relationship.

The other party's voice seemed to be bewitching, like a pale demon king saying come on, he almost reached out his hand to the demon king.

Fortunately, the night wind blowing on his face kept him from being intoxicated, but lowered his eyes and asked calmly, "Don't you like other people?"

When he was young, he regarded dignity as high as the sky. Later, he realized that the word dignity was too extravagant for the poor, but he still retained a small amount of self-esteem in his heart.

If that person found himself after rejecting the other party, he didn't want to settle for second best, but he heard a low sigh.

"Where will there be others? I was just afraid that I would lose face if you rejected me."

Song Zui suddenly raised his head, looking at the deep and clear face, his heart was surging, and for a long time the girl he was thinking about did not exist at all.

He didn't even realize that he breathed a sigh of relief, all the sourness and boredom completely dissipated in this breath, followed by anger, he was in vain fear during this time.

Worried about whether the other party will be cheated, whether the confession will succeed, whether the confession will fail, will he be sad, and at the same time worried about whether he will find out his own thoughts, thinking of this, he clenched his fists.

"You don't have to be afraid of losing face." The young man pursed his lips expressionlessly, "Because I'm rejecting you right now."

He Shanting raised his eyelids, watching Song Zui, who looked displeased, break free from his hand, stood up and walked out without saying a word, his sick body shaking slightly in the wind.

He gently pinched the bridge of his handsome nose, thinking about how to coax the young man who lost his temper. At this moment, the smooth sleeve of his right hand was gently pulled, and he turned his head to look.

The boy who turned his face away hooked his hand.

This is an awkward acceptance. I have to reject it because I am unhappy, but it does not prevent me from accepting it next time.

How could his Song Zui be so cute.

Song Zui stood on the wooden ladder going down. Seeing that the other party didn't understand what he meant, he got a little annoyed when he pulled his sleeves. Just as he let go, the other party grabbed his wrist.

He subconsciously bent down a little, and the hand let go of his wrist and climbed up his neck. The other party was sitting on the roof, so he had to bow his head.

The distance between the two was within a few feet, so close that the warm breath could hit each other's face, realizing that the other was pressing him closer and closer, Song Zui swallowed and opened his mouth.

"Cold...you can't kiss when you have a cold. The virus can be transmitted through the respiratory tract, which can easily cause cross-infection. When I recover, you can infect me again, and when you recover, I can infect you again."

The other party lowered his eyes as if he had listened. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the man suddenly took out a piece of expensive silk handkerchief and gently covered his face.

The white handkerchief was nearly transparent under the moonlight, and he could see the other party's straight nose bridge and thin lips under the handkerchief, as if covered with flowing moonlight.

The man's hand pressed down on him and they kissed through the handkerchief.

Even if he just touched his lips lightly, he could feel the temperature under the handkerchief. His body inevitably stiffened, and his heart was pounding under his chest.

Until a long time later, he still remembered the kiss under the handkerchief, how the moonlight was cream-colored that day, and how fast his heart beat at that moment.

Song Zui didn't rest at home for too long. The next day he packed his schoolbag and prepared to go to school. The man at the dining table came over and asked coquettishly, "Can I rest for two more days?"

"No."

The perplexed young man shook his head: "The tuition you paid can't be wasted."

The tuition fee of the Physics Department of Shanghai University is 16 a year, which is not expensive compared to Xu Ning’s 32 tuition, but it is [-] yuan per day, and he will lose [-] yuan for two days of rest, and his illness is almost healed .

He Shanting gently patted Song Zui's head, and the boy with his schoolbag on his back rubbed his hand affectionately as usual, like a fox cub rubbing his furry head.

Looking at Song Zui who was living a tight life, a small part of his heart was extremely soft, and suddenly he didn't want to continue pretending to be poor, and before the young man was about to walk out of the door, he asked: "What if I lied to you?"

Song Zui stopped walking out, and randomly took out a pen from the pen bag, not only broke it with a snap, but also threw it into the trash can: "Why do you ask this question?"

He Shanting looked at the pen that was easily broken, suppressed the thought of confession, and calmly put the medicine into the boy's schoolbag: "It's nothing."

Song Zui felt that A Ting was weird, but he couldn't say what was weird, so he walked towards the school with doubts.

As soon as he entered the classroom, his classmates stared at him with admiration, especially the sports committee with tears in his eyes, and goosebumps appeared under his clothes, and suppressed their doubts about A Ting in this unbelievable environment.

He just wanted to ask Hou Quan in the front row for clarification. The campus broadcast before self-study introduced moving campus characters with eloquence.

The school newspaper is responsible for the selection of people who move the campus. Because it responds to the call of the school leaders, it will be judged once a week.

Of course, this has nothing to do with him, he is either reading books or attending classes every day, and he has no chance to earn money, but then he heard his name on the radio.

Those who heard the voice on the radio were sad: "This week's touching campus character is Song Zui, a freshman from Physics Class [-]. He fought hard in the tug-of-war field of the sports meeting and told us how to write the four words "strong and unyielding". He won the victory, but he himself was overdrawn and fell down, and did not participate in the next day's sports meeting due to illness."

"But Song Zui's spirit has not fallen. Under the encouragement of this spirit, the Physics Class [-] continues to achieve brilliance on the field. Listeners, are you crying? Whether you are crying or not, I am crying anyway..."

Complete nonsense.

Not only did Song Zui not cry, he wanted to smash the radio, his illness had nothing to do with the tug-of-war, but the radio described him as a tragic hero, and even his lateness was described as poor health and a difficult decision to make.

No one would believe such a thing, would they?

However, in the next second of the broadcast, there was warm applause in the self-study classroom, and the sports committee came over and said excitedly: "You know that no one in our class is good at writing. This introduction was submitted by our class collectively. All efforts will be rewarded." I see, Song Zui has worked so hard to contribute to our class."

Song Zui said slowly in his heart, no wonder he came to visit him with a fruit basket yesterday, he would rather not have it than embarrass himself on the radio.

He was thinking about how to smash the radio, and when the sports committee said it, the class stood up and said to him in unison: "Thank you, Song Zui!"

Song Zui has not been integrated into a group for a long time, or he said that it is difficult for him to integrate into this world. He is immersed in books every day, so he can ignore his own sense of emptiness.

Facing the enthusiasm of his classmates, he pursed his lips. He didn't hit the radio or the chair. He lowered his head and opened the book to read quietly, but his ears were red.

Fortunately, his thesis was published in Acta Physica on time. In the afternoon, the courtyard sent a reward of 5 yuan to his account, making him forget about the embarrassing thing about being on the radio.

However, after school, Song Zui read silently as usual, one after another classmates said goodbye to him, and the echo of the radio sounded in his mind again.

"Goodbye, Song Zui."

"Student Song Zui, I'm leaving first."

"See you tomorrow."

Suddenly, a very strange feeling came to him. He didn't know when it started to rain outside the window. When he saw the man with a long-handled black umbrella outside the classroom door, that wonderful feeling reached its peak.

He thought that he would struggle in the mud, and his life was like mud. Even if he came to Shanghai to enter the university, he still couldn't get rid of the dark shadow, but now he seems to have really started a new life.

He has a group of lovely classmates, a home in the Shanghai stock market where every inch of land is expensive, and an unlovable but he likes...boyfriend.

He felt that he was dreaming, and when he woke up, he was still in the mud that he couldn't break free from, so he wasn't surprised when the phone rang, and he quietly packed his schoolbag.

The person on the phone said in a flattering voice, "The money you transferred has been used up again. The hospital said that if you don't pay the hospitalization fee, you will be kicked out. I swear this is the last time I will see you."

Song Zui hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly. No matter how hard he tried to climb up, there would always be a hand that would pull him down. He asked calmly, "How much does it cost this time?"

"20 is fine."

The person on the phone smiled happily when he heard him let go.

Last time it was 15, this time it was 20, almost all of his money, the appetite on the phone is getting bigger and bigger, and he will ask for 40 or 50 in the future.

Song Zui is not surprised by this, he has come here all these years, he is used to it, being dragged into the mud and unable to see the sun.

He looked up at the man standing by the door, and hung up the phone without thinking this time: "Dreams are faster."

After speaking, the boy put his things on his back and walked out of the classroom.

He pinched the fuselage with his pale fingers, saying that whether he was selfish or cold-blooded, he didn't want to live in such an embarrassing life in the past. It doesn't matter if he lived a hard life, but he didn't want A Ting to live a hard life with him.

There was a silvery drizzle in the sky, and after leaving the teaching building, He Shanting, he opened his long-handled umbrella and asked casually, "Who were you on the phone with just now?"

Song Zui didn't know how to answer, he didn't want to lie to the other party, so he squeezed the phone tightly, and there was a long silence, the other party seemed to see his struggle and spoke in a gentle voice.

"I won't ask you what you don't want to say."

He Shanting has always been very patient with Song Zui, unwilling to scare the cub back who had managed to get out, he tilted the umbrella towards the boy.

Song Zuixuan let go of his heart, and the two of them walked on the campus holding umbrellas. Because there were not many students on the road when it was raining, they always used books to block the rain and ran wildly, splashing wet rain all over the ground.

There were fewer people walking to the back of the teaching building in the West District, and there was no trace of anyone, only migratory birds with wet feathers flitting across the iron-gray sky.

The arms of the two people under the umbrella were close to each other, and there was a warmth that could not be ignored from the skin. Song Zui was not used to such closeness, and suddenly the other party asked, "Have you recovered from your cold?"

"I'll be fine after taking the medicine at noon."

If it wasn't for being asked that he couldn't remember having a cold, the man stopped when he was thinking about whether to put an arm's distance away.

Song Zui was about to ask what's wrong, but he was forcibly pushed against the dry wall at the back of the teaching building, and the black long-handled umbrella slanted around them, and the next second a fiery kiss fell.

They kiss under the umbrella.

At first, it was just a tentative taste, gently tracing the shape of his lips, and then prying open his tightly closed lips and teeth to drive in. He was breathless in the kiss, and his hands tightly clutched the clothes on the back of the other party.

The icy rain fell from the tilted umbrella to the ground with a bang, and Song Zui later realized that the meaning of that sentence was——

Can I kiss you.