Love rival insists on forming CP with me

"Xia Yuting, you can say whatever you want, why does it keep doing this, it's very strange."

Xia Yuting stared at Yuan Langtian until his whole body was hair-raising.

Ever since he took that love letter to the appointment, when he came back to the badminton court, he was stared at by Xia Yuting's eyes for an hour.

The badminton flew towards Xia Yuting and hit him directly in the face, but he was still staring at himself.

Resentment?anger?Confuse?

Yuan Langtian discovered for the first time that a man's heart is also a sea needle!

Xia Yuting looked at her eyes, how could it be so complicated, with so many inexplicable emotions?

Yuan Langtian not only didn't reject that sullen music guy, he also went to the piano room with that sullen man, the lonely man and the widowed man shared the same room, and the two of them lived together for 20 minutes!

Xia Yuting secretly listened to the romantic and emotional piano music for 20 minutes outside the piano room. After Mensao Nan finished playing one, Yuan Langtian even applauded!

Can Xia Yuting not panic?

Could it be that Yuan Langtian likes this type of man?

How did that happen?For such a perfect man like myself, he has been in the CP with him for so long, and he has not been tempted, nor has he applauded for himself!

A man's heart is really a needle in the sea!

Xia Yuting couldn't understand it anymore, so after Yuan Langtian came to the badminton court to practice, he kept staring at him, trying to find the answer from him.

In fact, he wanted to grab him even more and force him to the corner to ask for clarification.

Ask Yuan Langtian clearly, why did you go to the piano room with Mensao Man just now?Why listen to the piano man playing the piano?Why applaud the piano man's performance?

Xia Yuting felt that a book of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" was stuffed into his brain, and all the problems were related to Yuan Langtian.

By the way, the first question that bears the brunt is, why did Mensao Man choose such a nasty name?

"How about it, the first love letter I received in my life was written to you by a man, or from a man named "Nick". "

Xia Yuting's teasing tone, to Yuan Langtian's ears, was mocking.

Heh, he was mocking himself, he only received a love letter, but it turned out to be written by a boy.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who said this is the first love letter I received in my life?"

Yuan Langtian's point is this?Xia Yuting became even more flustered. Could it be that Yuan Langtian didn't hate receiving love letters from Nick, a sullen man?

"Oh? Then when did you receive the first love letter in your life?"

Xia Yuting wanted to slap himself, is this the point?

Xia Yuting, cheer up, the question that needs to be clarified now is not when Yuan Langtian received his first love letter in his life, but how Yuan Langtian thinks of Nick!

Yuan Langtian faltered: "Well, when I was in elementary school, is it still kindergarten?"

The love letter I received in elementary school was the first in my life?Could it be the letter I secretly wrote to him?

Yuan Langtian thought the content of that letter was a "love letter"?

After Yuan Langtian hit him with a badminton racket, he sent him a "challenge letter" in a fit of anger. He gave him a challenge letter, saying that he must fight him one-on-one in the future.

"Wow, isn't that the piano prince from the music department?"

"Yes, yes, that name is very princely, Nick!"

The girls onlookers on the badminton court screamed. During the commotion, Yuan Langtian and Xia Yuting noticed Nick at the same time.

With a gentlemanly smile on his face, Nick waved to Yuan Langtian.

Yuan Langtian started to walk over.

"do not go!"

Xia Yuting grabbed Yuan Langtian tightly and prevented him from getting close to Nick.

You like girls, when you confessed to Yan Xiaoling, I didn't stop you, I just watched silently.

However, if you want to go to other boys, I can't sit still, I must take you back.

Yuan Langtian stared blankly at Xia Yuting, he seemed to use all his strength to catch himself, but he couldn't stop trembling slightly.

What is Xia Yuting afraid of?

Shouldn't he be worried that he will quit the badminton team and start a band with Nick?

Tsk, it's not that I don't know that I'm tone deaf, so there's nothing to worry about.

"Nick said he wanted to see us play badminton. He took him to listen to the piano performance. It's a good deal. I asked him to come and watch us practice."

Yuan Langtian smiled and patted Xia Yuting's hand holding him, with comfort written all over his face.

That's all, you don't have to think too much, Xia Yuting.

It can't be seen that Xia Yuting is quite cautious, afraid that his partner will be pried away.

No wonder he, after all, he is so good, if he missed his partner, where would Xia Yuting find such a powerful partner?

"Then I'll go with you to say hello, we are partners, and he came to see our practice."

Xia Yuting didn't let go, and directly moved his hand from Yuan Langtian's arm to his palm, interlocking his fingers naturally.

"Go together, let's go together, why are you holding hands!" Yuan Langtian reacted quickly, blushing and shaking off Xia Yuting's hand.

Xia Yuting smiled and held him again: "It's easy, probably because of the tacit understanding and intimacy between the partners?"

"Oh, come on, you just want the girls to be sweet."

Yuan Langtian had an expression of seeing through Xia Yuting's routine. The moment his fingers were interlocked just now, the girls onlookers became excited again.

Xia Yuting just didn't want to be robbed of the limelight by Nick, the little piano prince, and then pulled himself to hype CP to attract the girls' attention back.

Yuan Langtian didn't know that Nick's complexion at that moment just now turned black and then green as far as the naked eye could see.

Nick quietly clenched his fists, raised the corners of his mouth, secretly delighted in his heart: there is indeed something between Yuan Langtian and Xia Yuting, that's great, since Yuan Langtian can accept men, it means I have a chance.