Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Speaking of this, Ji Xiaohuan paused again, his eyes looked at Kuang Mu's profile without blinking.

Kuang Mu's face is very close to him now, as long as Ji Xiaohuan gets closer, the tip of his nose can touch Kuang Mu's ear, and now his breath sprays on Kuang Mu's ear, he can even see Kuang Mu's face The roots of the ears turned red little by little, and the redness spread from Kuang Mu's neck to the tips of his soft ears.

"What... what a good place." Kuang Mu looked ahead, trying to pretend nothing had happened, but his voice trembled twice uncontrollably.

Ji Xiaohuan narrowed his eyes, and there was a sharp light in his eyes.

He was thinking to tell Kuang Mu that Lin Guiye committed suicide again that night and was sent to the emergency room.

Or tell him that Ji's family guarded outside the ward for three whole days that day, Ji Xiaohuan kept guard day and night, groggy, and didn't even know that his mobile phone was out of battery.

Or tell him that Ji Haojun signed six critical illness notices that night, and at the end of signing, his uncle leaned against the bathroom with shaking hands and smoked one by one, and most of his hair turned white overnight.

What would happen if he told Kuang Mu all this?

Could the knife that was stabbed in Ji Xiaohuan's heart be cruelly stabbed in Kuang Mu's heart too!

Ji Xiaohuan's lips moved, and he was about to speak when suddenly his eyes rested on Kuang Mu's eyes, and he saw Kuang Mu's eyelashes trembling slightly, like the two little wings of a butterfly trembling and trembling of.

Ji Xiaohuan is very clear that this is Kuang Mu's performance when he is nervous and at a loss.

Seeing Kuang Mu like this, the words on his lips circled in Ji Xiaohuan's mouth, for some reason Ji Xiaohuan suddenly didn't want to say it.

So Ji Xiaohuan laughed, and simply put it another way: "I went to a nightclub that night and met a very beautiful girl..."

Kuang Mu was shocked all over, he realized very quickly what Ji Xiaohuan was going to say, he raised his head suddenly, his red eyes wanted to stop Ji Xiaohuan from continuing.

"Ji Xiaohuan..."

But Ji Xiaohuan didn't intend to stop at all, his voice contained a smile.Continue to say slowly: "She likes me very much, so when we both drink too much, we can't help it......"

"Stop talking!" Kuang Mu was trembling all over, he put his hand on Ji Xiaohuan's shoulder, and pushed Ji Xiaohuan away forcefully.

Ji Xiaohuan took two steps back, looking at him expressionlessly.

Kuang Mu's face was pale, as long as he thought about what Ji Xiaohuan might do with others, his stomach would churn, and his voice was unsteady because of the discomfort: "Ji Xiaohuan, shut up, how can you... ...how can you do those things!"

Ji Xiaohuan's face turned cold, and his voice was calm: "Why can't I? Kuang Mu, I've always been like this. If you think you can't accept it, then stay away from me. Don't let me dirty you. I told you before We're just strangers, won't you forget it now?"

Kuang Mu clenched his hands tightly into fists, turned his head sideways and rolled his Adam's apple twice, closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time before he adjusted his breathing.

He opened his eyes and said stubbornly: "I haven't forgotten, but I don't agree, no matter what kind of person you are, I don't agree."

Ji Xiaohuan looked at Kuang Mu's resolute look of death, and suddenly became extremely irritable. He sneered: "You disagree? What right do you have to say that you disagree with the relationship between the two of us?"

"........"

Kuang Mu didn't speak, but looked at him deeply with a pair of big eyes, his aggrieved mouth was trembling.

Ji Xiaohuan only looked at Kuang Mu for a second, then moved his eyes away.

Kuang Mu's pupils were shining with twinkling lights, very beautiful, but Ji Xiaohuan didn't want to take a second look.

He didn't want to know whether the light in Kuang Mu's eyes was the light on the roadside or his tears.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't want to stay here any longer and wanted to leave, but Kuang Mu suddenly grabbed the corner of his clothes, so hard that his fingertips were trembling.

Ji Xiaohuan paused again, and took a light breath.

He thought that Kuang Mu was angry and wanted to argue with him, but who knew that Kuang Mu just looked down at the box in Ji Xiaohuan's hand, and said in a low voice, "Are you dating again?"

"......"

"It's that girl, right?"

Ji Xiaohuan closed his eyes, and Kuang Mu's repeated questioning caused the maliciousness that he tried to suppress in his heart to keep colliding, almost out of control.

So much so that he remembered the scene a few days ago, when Kuang Mu and Qiu Qing were in the coffee shop...

Ji Xiaohuan opened his eyes, turned his head and looked at Kuang Mu silently and said, "Do you like her?"

"You... what did you say?"

"Do you like Qiuqing more or her? Or, do you just like my things?"

After speaking, Ji Xiaohuan narrowed his eyes, looking at Kuang Mu's reaction with appreciation.

He saw Kuang Mu's extremely beautiful pair gradually widen, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated, as if all the sadness was stuffed into it, there was pain, disbelief, and... shock fear.

Ji Xiaohuan smiled, he took two steps forward, patted Kuang Mu on the shoulder, bent down and whispered in his ear: "If you really like her, I can actually take a step back and discuss with her Discuss this matter, after all, these are nothing compared to what you took away."

This time Kuang Mu was completely stunned, Ji Xiaohuan's two slaps on his shoulders were very light, but Kuang Mu felt incomparably painful, the pain seemed to shatter his bones, making him unable to move.

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiaohuan left, but this time Kuang Mu decided to stand where he was and didn't try to keep him.

Under the big tree in the distance, Fang Xiaoxiao stood there waiting for Ji Xiaohuan.

Ji Xiaohuan walked towards her with a smile and said, "Let's go."

Fang Xiaoxiao followed Ji Xiaohuan, and she couldn't help turning her head to take a look before she walked too far, only to see the young man still standing there, motionless looking at the direction the two left.

The night was reflected behind him, and the whole body seemed to be covered with a halo, which seemed unrealistic and unreal from a distance.

"Ji Xiaohuan..."

"kindness?"

Fang Xiaoxiao asked softly: "Do you know that boy..."

Ji Xiaohuan didn't hear what Fang Xiaoxiao was asking, he leaned down: "What?"

Fang Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, took a breath, and raised her voice slightly: "What's your relationship with that boy?"

"We're fine." Ji Xiaohuan's voice was flat.

"Then why did you guys talk for so long just now?"

Ji Xiaohuan straightened up, pondered for a moment with dark eyes, and suddenly he laughed and gave an answer that he thought was most suitable.

"He might be my ex-girlfriend's current boyfriend."

—

At almost eight o'clock in the evening, Kuang Mu returned home.

The temperature inside the room was much higher than outside, and Kuang Mu's body temperature was very low as soon as he entered the door. He was used to the chill of the autumn wind, and now every inch of his skin was scorching hot, as if being burned by fire.

Kuang Mu stood up and went to the bathroom to take a shower. He lowered the water temperature in an attempt to suppress the hotness in his body, but when he came out of the bathroom, he began to shiver from the cold again, with bursts of pain in his temples. Only then did Kuang Mu realize that something was wrong with him.

He took out the thermometer from the drawer beside the bed and took a temperature.

38.8 degrees.

Sure enough, he had a fever.

Kuang Mu stood up and got himself a cup of hot water, then he lay down in front of the bedside table to look for medicine, and found a box of antipyretic medicine, which Ji Xiaohuan bought for him.

Kuang Mu held up the medicine box to see the effect of the medicine. The words on the back of the medicine box were very small. Kuang Mu was dizzy now, his eyes seemed to be his own, and he couldn’t read a single word. He panicked badly.

He simply didn't look at it, and stuffed two pills into his mouth with his fingers. When he was about to close the drawer, he hesitated again, his slender fingertips paused in the air, and finally he picked up the sleeping pills in the drawer and took them. took two slices.

This sleeping pill is a prescription drug prescribed by a doctor. It is usually given to patients with depression. It is very powerful. After taking it for 10 minutes, people will fall into a state of nerve paralysis, just like when they are half drunk with alcohol.

This medicine has certain side effects, and Kuang Mu rarely takes it.

Generally, he will take two tablets when he is so depressed that he can't control it, or when he is so uncomfortable that he can't sleep.

After finishing all this, Kuang Mu climbed onto the bed, huddled his hands and feet under the quilt, and let his consciousness begin to slacken.

He thought of Ji Xiaohuan's face again.

In a daze, Ji Xiaohuan lay beside him just like when he was a child, sleeping with him, whenever he cried or made a fuss, Ji Xiaohuan would lean over and hug him.

Ji Xiaohuan's embrace is very warm, Kuang Mu likes to put his feet on his lap in winter, his feet are never warm, when placed on Ji Xiaohuan's body, it is like a small lump of ice, frozen Ji Xiaohuan was shocked.

But Ji Xiaohuan never gets angry, instead he kicks Kuang Mu's icy hands in his arms to keep him warm without saying a word...

The more Kuang Mu thought about it, the further he went, and then he couldn't help thinking of those girls, Qiu Qing, that beautiful girl today, and that girl from a nightclub that Ji Xiaohuan was talking about.

Did Ji Xiaohuan mean that he slept with someone else today?

Did Ji Xiaohuan really sleep with someone else?

Why is he sleeping with someone else?

Does he like those people?

Kuang Mu started to think wildly again, his fingers tightened the sheet and turned over, rubbing his head restlessly against the pillow, his hair was scattered on the pillow.

In Kuang Mu's thinking, only if he likes someone very much, can he sleep with him, otherwise, once he thinks of two people entangled naked, Kuang Mu will feel sick and want to vomit.

So does Ji Xiaohuan like those women?

 … So do those women like him?

In any case, it was impossible for them to like him as much as Kuang Mu.

Yes, Kuang Mu likes him.

Kuang Mu likes Ji Xiaohuan, very much, very much.

How many likes are not enough to express how much Kuang Mu likes him.

When he was young, Kuang Mu liked to cling to Ji Xiaohuan, but at that time he didn't understand what that feeling was.

So many years have passed, and Kuang Mu himself can't tell whether his liking for Ji Xiaohuan has changed from family affection to love, or whether his affection for Ji Xiaohuan since he was a child is love.

Kuang Mu felt that he was about to be driven crazy, his thoughts on Ji Xiaohuan were dark, like dark algae in the mud.

He didn't want those girls to come into contact with Ji Xiaohuan, but he couldn't stop them.

He couldn't deny that when he learned that Ji Xiaohuan had broken up with Xiaohua, he was afraid that they would get back together. Since he couldn't get close to Ji Xiaohuan, he could only approach Xiaohua.

But why does a second person come after one person leaves?

The person next to Ji Xiaohuan will never be him.

He hates his own darkness, and even more hates his love for not being able to...

As Kuang Mu thought about it, the effect of the sleeping pills became effective, and there was a burst of numbness from the tailbone, which spread like a vine along the blood to his waist, between his fingers, his toes... .

Kuang Mu's slender and white hands stretched out from the quilt, his fingertips gripped the sheet, shaking uncontrollably.

How did those women feel when Ji Xiaohuan slept with them?

Kuang Mu thought of this, and turned over impatiently, his body showing a small arc under the quilt.

Kuang Mu was always very dishonest when he slept, his feet were tightly clamped by the quilt, and he rubbed back and forth, like a fluffy and dishonest kitten.

He tiptoed timidly out of the bed.

His feet are very beautiful, with round and pink nails, fair skin, even the heels are smooth and attractive, and there is a red mole in the center of his left foot, which adds a bit of beauty.

Thinking of what Ji Xiaohuan said today, Kuang Mu's eyes gradually turned red again, his mind was full of Ji Xiaohuan, he raised his hand towards the bed as if he wanted to hold something.

There was a low gasp with a crying voice in his throat, the voice was thin and light.

The voice was so soft and soft that Kuang Mu himself was stunned. Then he blushed with shame, stuffed a corner of the quilt into his mouth and bit it tightly, and buried his head in the quilt aggrievedly, with the tips of his ears sticking out. Outside, shivering in shame.

There was a sound like crying in the quilt.

Kuang Mu's leg slid a few times on the bed, and under the light, the red mole on the back of his left foot became more and more charming, like a bead of blood dripping on the snow.

After a while, Kuang Mu raised his head from under the quilt, opened his wet eyes, his long and curled eyelashes were covered with tiny drops of water, his face was flushed, his red lips were slightly parted and panting, and his forehead was full of fine lines. Drenched in sweat, he sniffed and wanted to get up and change into pajamas.

But because of taking the medicine, his body is so weak now that he can't even stand up straight with his hands on the side of the bed, as if he is floating in the clouds, his toes are numb, and he doesn't want to move.

Kuang Mu tightened his body aggrieved, a little bit like crying.

How did he become like this now, it's so annoying...

When Kuang Mu woke up in the morning, the sky outside the window was already bright, he frowned, feeling that his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and he coughed uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Kuang Mu took a few sips of water from the water cup next to the bed, and then turned on his phone.

It was already [-]:[-] in the morning, and there were several missed calls flashing on the phone screen, including Qin Mi's and Zhang Rui's.

Kuang Mu rubbed his eyes, propped his hands on the edge of the bed and climbed up with difficulty. He felt his body was limp, and his legs and feet felt numb when he exerted force.

He didn't rush to answer the phone, but stood up and walked into the bathroom, changed the clothes that were soiled last night, took a shower, cleaned himself up, and went out with a mask on.

After nine o'clock, the road was much empty, and even the old man who sold breakfast hunched over and started to close the stall. At this time, Kuang Mu was wearing a school uniform on the road, walking unhurriedly like a bad student who was late and left early. The aunt looked at him unkindly.

When Kuang Mu was about to reach the school, the phone rang again.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, it was Zhang Rui's call.

As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Rui was the first to speak: "Hello, Kuang Mu?"

"Teacher Zhang."

"What's the matter with you in the morning? Why don't you come to class and don't answer the phone!"

"I've already arrived at school... cough cough cough cough..."

Kuang Mu's nose was stuffy, his throat was dry and itchy, and he couldn't stop coughing as soon as he opened his mouth. He couldn't finish a sentence. When Zhang Rui heard him say this, he couldn't say anything more. He just said that. You hurry to class and hang up the phone.

Kuang Mu put his mobile phone in his pocket, walked to the intersection and turned a corner, but saw a locomotive parked swaggeringly on the side of the road ahead. The locomotive was still bright yellow and could be seen at a glance with a radius of [-] meters. It was very eye-catching.

Kuang Mu was stunned for a moment, he looked at the two people wearing helmets who got out of the car from a distance, no matter how familiar they looked.

The boy is Yu Hao in a motorcycle suit, while the girl is wearing a school uniform, with her shawl and long hair protruding from the helmet, it is Qiu Qing.

Qiu Qing took off the helmet and put it on the locomotive, and walked into the school without saying a word.

But Yu Hao immediately got out of the car. When he got out of the car, his steps were too fast, and he even slipped from the car. Then he grabbed Qiu Qing's wrist, pulled Qiu Qing to him, and said to Qiu Qing anxiously talk.

Qiu Qing was very impatient, trying to shake off Yu Hao's hand with her wrist.

The two stood at the school gate, entangled.

Kuang Mu glanced at them, lowered his eyes and raised his mask a bit, trying to walk into the school unobtrusively.

But the sky failed, Kuang Mu just passed by those two people quietly, Qiu Qing turned around and found him.

"Kuang Mu!"

Kuang Mu's footsteps gradually slowed down, and he stopped reluctantly. He turned his head and looked at the two people in front of him expressionlessly.

"Wait for me!" Qiu Qing yelled these words towards Kuang Mu, trying even harder to get rid of Yu Hao.

Yu Hao pulled her wrist so hard that the veins burst out. No matter how Qiu Qing struggled, the strength in his hand did not loosen. Instead, he glanced at Kuang Mu with red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "You are cold to me now." , Is it because of your ex-boyfriend, or because of this little boy?!"

Qiu Qing turned around and slapped Yu Hao's face: "Get out!"

Yu Hao was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched, his eyes sank, and the storm that was about to come was reflected on his face, but before he could get angry, the window of the guard room opened.

The bald man at the gate yelled outside: "You students are still not in class! Go home if you don't have class, and if you keep arguing at the school gate, I will call security. Call your head teacher and see if you are all How many classes of students!"

Kuang Mu was implicated innocently and was scolded, his face turned cold immediately, he turned around and walked straight into the school gate.

Taking advantage of Yu Hao's distraction, Qiu Qing broke away from his hand, bowed to the guard when passing by the guard room, and ran into the campus quickly.

"Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu." Qiu Qing yelled twice and ran to the right side of Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu turned his head to look at Qiu Qing, and after a while he looked again.

Now when he sees Qiu Qing, the first reaction in his mind is—has she slept with Ji Xiaohuan?

Thinking of this, Kuang Mu's steps became faster, and he didn't mean to wait for Qiu Qing at all.

Qiu Qing's pace was not as fast as Kuang Mu's, so she could only trot along beside Kuang Mu, she walked on Kuang Mu's body, looked at Kuang Mu from time to time, she wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

The two of them were silent all the way, only Kuang Mu's suppressed cough from time to time, and Qiu Qing's heavy breathing.

When Kuang Mu walked to the doorway of the first grade teaching building, and was about to go upstairs, Qiu Qing said with difficulty: "That...don't misunderstand."

Kuang Mu's footsteps gradually slowed down, not understanding Qiu Qing's meaning: "What is the misunderstanding?"

"Yu Hao and I..." Qiu Qing pursed her lips, "We are just friends."

Kuang Mu nodded: "Well, you don't have to be with me... cough cough cough cough..."

Before Kuang Mu opened his mouth to say a few words, he felt an itchiness spread from his heart to his throat, and a severe cough interrupted the remaining words.

He coughed and bowed slightly, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and he supported the handrail of the stairs with one hand until his wrists turned white, and the cold white skin around his ears turned light red.

Qiu Qing panicked and raised her hand to support Kuang Mu: "What's wrong with you?"

Kuang Mu resisted and took a step back. He coughed badly, his chest heaved and he couldn't say anything else. He put his palms on his chest, waved to Qiuqing, turned and walked up the stairs.

It was class time, and there was no one in the corridor. Kuang Mu leaned on the wall with his hands, and his suppressed cough echoed in the narrow corridor.

When I reached the second floor, there was a sound of footsteps upstairs.

Kuang Mu coughed badly, his heart felt stuffy, his eyes were downcast, and he couldn't care who he was looking at.

But the sound of footsteps stopped in front of Kuang Mu, and he stopped moving. Kuang Mu felt something was wrong, he sniffed and raised his head.

After seeing the person coming, his pupils shrank sharply, and he even stopped coughing involuntarily.

Ji Xiaohuan stood on the third floor balcony.

When the two met in the corridor, Ji Xiaohuan was frowning, looking up and down Kuang Mu, as if he wanted to see something strange from Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu was wearing a mask today, and the mask hung on Kuang Mu's palm-sized face, which looked extraordinarily abrupt, almost covering his entire face, only revealing a pair of big eyes that were hazy with tears from coughing .

He no longer wore a summer school uniform like yesterday, but changed into a blue and white long-sleeved autumn school uniform.

Kuang Mu was dangling in his baggy school uniform, and even the sleeves had grown to the back of his hands, making him appear to be very thin, as if the wind could blow him away.

Kuang Mu stared blankly at Ji Xiaohuan for a while, then looked around in a daze.

He was sure that he was not confused, this building was the first grade building, not the second grade building, and just now Ji Xiaohuan came out of the third floor, and that floor only had Kuang Mu's class, senior one and third class, and the office of the teacher of the senior one class.

"How did you get here...cough cough cough cough..." Kuang Mu just said half a sentence, his pretty eyebrows wrinkled in pain immediately, he raised his hand fiercely Pressing the ground on the heart, coughing badly.

Ji Xiaohuan's frown deepened.

He went down two steps and approached Kuang Mu.

At this time, a figure downstairs passed by his peripheral vision.

A girl hurriedly ran from the teaching building of the first year of high school to the teaching building of the second year of high school.

The back that Ji Xiaohuan was familiar with couldn't be more familiar - it was Qiu Qing.

Ji Xiaohuan's gaze turned cold in an instant, he walked straight down the stairs from Kuang Mu's side without stopping, not to mention caring about Kuang Mu, he didn't even look at him.

It wasn't until the sound of Ji Xiaohuan's footsteps faded away, and Kuang Mu was left alone in the corridor again, that Kuang Mu's tense back relaxed.

Once he relaxes, the coughing all over the sky is like an unstoppable flood. His throat is itchy badly, and his coughing chest is throbbing, but he can't stop it no matter what.

Kuang Mu supported the wall and smoothed his heart twice, and endured it for a while with his eyes closed.

He didn't dare to stay in the corridor for too long, the wind in the corridor poured down on his body along with his clothes. After standing for a while, Kuang Mu felt a severe cold in his waist and abdomen, as if two pieces of ice had been pasted on the front and back. I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable again.

So he leaned on the wall and walked up step by step.

There is a third class in the classroom.

When Kuang Mu entered the classroom, the biology teacher was talking about the structure of the human body. The biology teacher was a young intern teacher who was always easy to talk, so he didn't say much when he saw Kuang Mu walking in sickly.

During class, Kuang Mu rested listlessly on his seat, and he was still sleeping when get out of class was over.

Not long after the bell rang for the end of the big break, Kuang Mu's desk was knocked lightly.

"Kuang Mu...Kuang Mu..." Qin Mi called out twice.

The sun outside the window shone on Kuang Mu's hair, reflecting that his hair was dark brown, and the skin of his ears was delicate and shiny.

Kuang Mu's head moved, he raised his head and his eyes were sleepy. He was still wearing the big mask, his eyes were red from sleep, and there were red sleep marks on his face. He looked at Qin Mi in a daze.

"What's wrong...cough cough cough..."

As soon as Kuang Mu opened his mouth, he began to cough, and his voice became hoarse.

Qin Mi swallowed, took out a box of medicine from his pocket, put it on Kuang Mu's table and said, "This is medicine for coughing, take it quickly."

Kuang Mu frowned: "You went to buy it?"

"Ah? No, no." Qin Mi quickly waved his hand: "Just now Ren Yan said that she has medicine for cough, so I brought it here, right Ren Yan."

Ren Yan is Qin Mi's deskmate. She was playing with her mobile phone. She was taken aback when she heard this, and immediately nodded and said, "Yes, this medicine is very effective. Take it quickly."

Kuang Mu was seriously ill, so he didn't think much about it. He broke two pills from the medicine board, thanked him in a low voice, and returned the medicine to Ren Yan.

"You can eat it, it's okay, I'm not sick now." Ren Yan waved her hand.

"No need, I have them at home."

After Kuang Mu said that, Ren Yan pursed his lips and looked at Qin Mi, so he had to take the medicine, and Qin Mi turned around and started sending messages with his mobile phone.

After taking the medicine, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Kuang Mu felt better.

At this moment, the squad leader walked up to the podium holding a stack of papers, and ordered several people to hand out the papers.

The piece of paper was passed to Kuang Mu, and Kuang Mu picked it up and looked at it. It was the registration form for the art festival competition. It needed to fill in the name and class of the applicant, as well as the items to be registered.

As soon as the students in the class saw the art festival competition, they were all excited, and they started to discuss with papers in front, back, left, and right.

The squad leader walked to the podium and shouted several times to silence the noisy voices in the class. He stood on the podium and waved the paper and said: "Everyone got this paper, this art festival competition is still the same." It is free registration. In order to promote the enthusiasm of everyone to participate, the school deliberately expanded the scale of the competition. This art festival competition is jointly organized by the four schools. At the same time, a TV station was invited to record. Prize money for the winners......."

Before the class leader finished speaking, he was suppressed by the voices from the audience again. Most people in the class were discussing the TV at the meeting, but they didn't care about the amount of the bonus.

Little Glasses looked at the bonus on the paper and squeezed the paper tightly.

"Hey, are you signing up?" Qin Mi asked, turning his head sideways.

"I want to sign up too, but I don't know anything..." Qin Mi's deskmate Ren Yan pouted while holding the sign-up form.

"Just apply for something like dancing or singing. It doesn't matter if you get a ranking. The key is to be on TV. This kind of opportunity to show your face may be once in your life."

Qin Mi bumped into Ren Yan with a smile, and turned around to look at the two people behind him after speaking. Kuang Mu had already picked up a pen and began to fill in, Qin Mi was immediately taken aback.

In her impression, Kuang Mu had no sense of participation in anything, and she belonged to the kind of person who would definitely not join in the fun, so she raised her voice and asked, "Kuang Mu, do you want to sign up too?"

Kuang Mu didn't like Qin Mi's noise, so he frowned and nodded.

"You actually want to participate, why? You also want to be on TV?"

Kuang Mu was definitely not doing it for money, so Qin Mi could only think of being on TV as a reason.

Kuang Mu paused with the tip of his pen, hummed perfunctorily, and continued writing on the paper.

Kuang Mu's handwriting was beautiful, holding the pen with his slender fingers, and wrote his name on the paper. As soon as he wrote the word "steel" on the registration item, Qin Mi's exaggerated exclamation came from his ear : "You actually want to sign up for the piano?"

Kuang Mu looked up at Qin Mi and said, "What's wrong?"

Qin Mi explained: "Do you know who was the champion of last year's art festival?"

"I know, I know." Ren Yan came over again, and she became excited when she mentioned this: "It's Ji Xiaohuan from Class 1 and 2 of high school. He played Chopin's "Fantasia Impromptu" last year and won the prize. He won No.[-] in the art festival competition, which is a full [-] points higher than No.[-], and the part where he played the piano was filmed and posted on the Internet, and the video became popular, with hundreds of thousands of likes in one day! "

Ren Yan's small mouth spoke quickly.

Qin Mi nodded, she pointed to the registration paper and said to Kuang Mu: "So now almost no one who wants to register will apply for the piano, because Ji Xiaohuan will definitely participate this year, he is a professional player, and he will compete with him on the piano Then... there is no comparison."

Qin Mi wanted to say something else, but Ren Yan had already checked out the video from last year on her phone, and showed it to Kuang Mu and Qin Mi sideways.

"Come, come, let's watch together, let you all worship my master Ji Dashen's piano skills." The girl said and double-clicked the screen, and the fast-paced piano sound flowed out.

In the video, Ji Xiaohuan is wearing a suit and sitting in front of the piano, his eyes are drooping and his nose is straight, his profile looks a bit soft under the yellow stage light, making the audience around him unconsciously hold their breath, fall into it.

His hands bounced lightly on the keys, confident and calm.

Kuang Mu couldn't move his eyes away, he didn't even hear what Ji Xiaohuan played, his eyes and heart were full of the man in front of him, his heart was about to explode, his whole body was numb.

Kuang Mu's eyes were in a trance, he seemed to see Ji Xiaohuan playing the piano again when he was five years old.

At that time, Ji Xiaohuan couldn't sit still in front of the piano, playing the little star clumsily back and forth.

Every few times he played, he began to look around, jumped off the chair with a plop and ran towards the door when Ji Mingyi was not paying attention, and then was carried by Ji Mingyi's arms and slipped back, continuing to practice the piano with a dark face and reluctance.

Gradually, the little figure in front of me began to grow up, from five years old, seven years old, ten years old, 13 years old...

The once immature and naughty child has become the handsome and calm man in front of him.

"By the way, I heard from a senior sister that after this game, Qiu Qing ran up to give Ji Xiaohuan flowers, and the two of them got together after going back and forth...... This is it! here!"

Ren Yan's voice interrupted Kuang Mu's thoughts.

He came back to realize that in the video, Ji Xiaohuan had finished playing and was bowing to the curtain call, while Qiu Qing, as the host of the competition, walked onto the stage with a bouquet of flowers, and presented the bouquet to Ji Xiaohuan with a smile.

There was a booing sound from the audience.

Kuang Mu's face turned cold all of a sudden, he lowered his head and wrote the word "piano" on the registration form without saying a word, then put the pen on the table with a snap, and lay down on the table with his back to the crowd.

The art festival competition will be held in early November.

During this month, Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan had almost no interaction.

Ji Xiaohuan seems to be very busy, he is often late in the morning and leaves after class in the evening.

Kuang Mu is also very busy, he has to practice the piano and study, so he can only look at Ji Xiaohuan outside the window every day when get out of class is over.

Adhering to the mentality of seeing as much as possible, once Ji Xiaohuan appeared in the corridor, Kuang Mu sat up straight and looked at him without blinking.

But even so, Kuang Mu gradually found that he could no longer bear this kind of peeping, the feeling of being able to see but not touch made him unbearable.

When he couldn't see Ji Xiaohuan, his heart was congested, and when he saw Ji Xiaohuan, the flesh and blood all over his body began to boil, like a kitten smelling catnip, and his heart itch every time he saw it.

Kuang Mu misses Ji Xiaohuan so much, misses him especially...

Kuang Mu has never been in a relationship, and he is as simple as a blank sheet of paper for some things, so that he regrets it every time after it is over, looking at the mess and shame several times and almost crying helplessly.

He doesn't understand how he became what he is now...

Shameless.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the art festival competition, and the final venue was a high school in the center of Mingcheng City.

Prior to this, the teachers had already conducted preliminaries in each school, and the preliminaries had been held for several days, but those who were just for TV were eliminated.

Both Qin Mi and her tablemate were eliminated, but surprisingly, the little glasses stayed.

For the sake of the confidentiality of the competition, the preliminaries are selected in a confidential way facing the judges alone, which means that no one except the judges knows the abilities of other people.

The final was held in the afternoon, and Kuang Mu was taken to the competition venue early in the morning to prepare.

The venue of the competition is very large, it is a large performance room, which can accommodate thousands of people, and students from various colleges and universities are allowed to come and watch.

The students came earlier one by one to grab a seat. When Kuang Mu came at ten o'clock in the morning, the seats on the first floor had already been taken up.

The teacher first led everyone to the backstage to draw lots. Kuang Mu's project was piano, and this year's contestants may be afraid of Ji Xiaohuan's ability. The number of people who signed up for piano was very small, even less than one-third of previous years.

"Assemble, everyone come here to draw lots!"

The girl in charge in the background held a simple cardboard box and called everyone to draw lots.

The contestants immediately rushed forward, while Kuang Mu stood in the corner, his eyes fixed on the position of the backstage door.

Ji Xiaohuan hasn't come yet, as long as he doesn't come, Kuang Mu's heart is like hanging, and he is in a panic.

He thought of the math competition, Ji Xiaohuan didn't come to participate in the competition, because of the situation last time, Kuang Mu was so afraid that Ji Xiaohuan would not come today.

The piano piece he is going to play today is specially prepared for Ji Xiaohuan, he has to come...

Kuang Mu thought about the sweat on his palms, when the girl walked up to Kuang Mu with a cardboard box: "Student, you haven't drawn lots yet, right?"

The notes in the cardboard box had been snatched long ago and there were only a few left. Kuang Mu touched one casually and handed it to the girl without even opening it.

The girl took the note, took another sneaky look at Kuang Mu, lowered her head with a blushing face, and registered Kuang Mu's performance number.

"You are number five."

"it is good."