Xia Lang

Sun Wenhao couldn't figure it out, and subconsciously looked at Xie Xuyao ​​other than the person involved. His face was calm, neither surprised nor confused, as if he knew the reason for the current situation.

This made Sun Wenhao, who was the only wandering outsider, feel that he was a fool. He didn't have time for a class, what did he miss?

The physical exhaustion caused by being intercepted all the time, coupled with the steamy weather, made people feel more fatigued than usual. Zhou Yan put his hands on his knees and slightly arched his waist, his chest heaved and heaved deeply to calm down his rapid breathing.

Beads of sweat dripped from the tip of the nose and chin, and a few small flowers bloomed on the blue rubber floor, but it was evaporated in a short while, leaving only a light watermark.

Li Zhaozhuo was also sweating profusely, and his back was wet with sweat, but he was standing as usual, obviously not as strenuous as Zhou Yan.

He stared at Zhou Yan with lowered eyes, and said in a cool voice, "Don't drag him into the water."

Zhou Yan, who adjusted his breathing, was slightly stunned, and soon understood who the "he" Li Zhaozhuo was talking about.

It turns out that the target just now was for this matter.

Zhou Yan smiled with a good temper, straightened up and looked back, his gentle voice was panting because of exhaustion, "You didn't care about such things before."

This sentence is considered euphemistic, Li Zhaozhuo is not a nosy person, he doesn't care what kind of girlfriend Haozi Xie Si and the others have, let alone a boyfriend, he doesn't want to hear a full stop.

Is it because the man saved him?

Zhou Yan stared at him, trying to see something from his amber eyes.

Beads of sweat slipped from the sharp eyebrows and dripped into the eyes, which was sour and tingling, but Li Zhaozhuo didn't blink.

"He can't." The tone was strong and uncompromising.

He rarely spoke to Zhou Yan and the others in this tone, unless it was a question that really touched the bottom line.

Just because he grew up together, he knew too well the other meanings in Zhou Yan's gentle eyes when he looked at Song Linju.

Anyone can do it, but he can't do it.

Song Linju has helped him. He has good grades, is smart, and is handsome. He has a bright future. It is unreasonable for him to be harmed by his friends.

Can go into the water or not...

Zhou Yan's eyebrows became softer, "Okay, I won't drag him into the water."

Seeing that he agreed so readily, Li Zhaozhuo felt a little strange.

But he also knew that Zhou Yan had always kept his word, so he didn't think about it any more.

Seeing that Brother Zhuo's expression finally calmed down, Sun Wenhao, who was listening in a cloud, immediately went up to smooth things over.

"After playing for so long, I'm a little hungry, shall we go cook something?"

They usually go home to eat dinner before, because it was a supplementary class at that time, and it was at the hottest stall, so the school didn't let them go to evening self-study. Now that school has started, evening self-study has naturally resumed.

Since there is still a while before get out of class ends, I have to go to the cafeteria quickly, otherwise the cafeteria will be crowded when the cook is over.

Sun Wenhao and Xie Xuyao ​​talked about what to eat for dinner, chatted and laughed, Zhou Yan and Li Zhaozhuo occasionally interjected a few words, and the atmosphere was harmonious, as if the previous tit-for-tat confrontation did not exist.

get out of class is not over yet, and there are relatively few people. Sun Wenhao was the first to finish ordering food. He scanned the cafeteria and was about to find a seat to sit when he caught a glimpse of the familiar straight figure. His eyes lit up and he hurried to the remote place. walk around.

Sun Wenhao patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Hey Song Linju, it's a coincidence, isn't it, we meet again."

Song Linju almost choked on being slapped suddenly by his bluffing.

"is there anyone beside you?"

Song Linju rolled his Adam's apple and swallowed what was in his mouth.

"No." With a deadpan expression and a cold tone, he insisted on expressing some momentum.

But who is Sun Wenhao, the king of self-acquaintance, he can play with Li Zhaozhuo, who has a temper like that of a heavenly king when he is not familiar with you.

He turned a blind eye to Song Linju's indifference, and continued to ask with a smile, "Then can I sit here?"

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The author has something to say:

Li Zhaozhuo: People who dare to covet me?See if I don't snatch one of your kid's balls.

Zhou Yan: ...If you don't read it yourself, why not allow others to read it?

Li Zhaozhuo is irritable: You don't care if I watch it or not, but you are not allowed to watch it anyway!

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The question was like this, but before anyone could answer, he put the plate next to Song Linju with a "snap", and waved to other people to come over, as if he was the host.

Seeing that he couldn't stop it, Song Linju continued to eat quietly with his head down.

Sun Wenhao is worthy of being the king of the atmosphere. While talking to Xie Xuyao ​​and the others, he would also take care of Song Linju who was on the side. Zhou Yan and Xie Xuyao ​​would also occasionally chat with him.

When they asked, Song Linju just answered, not enthusiastically, but it was somewhat dazzling in Li Zhaozhuo's eyes.

Since he came here, Song Linju has never looked at him directly.

Even though he was sitting across from him.

If Song Linju's attitude towards Haozi and the others is normal, then he should avoid him.

Is it because he watched indifferently that time?

Or was it because he was not polite to him in order to get help as soon as possible?

Li Zhaozhuo was a little angry because Song Linju didn't want to see him. He had never been so disgusted when he grew up.

Listening to the conversation between Haozi and Song Linju, Li Zhaozhuo let out his depression slowly, lowering his eyes to suppress the sarcasm in his eyes.

Forget it.

Although Song Linju helped him, it wouldn't make him put his hot face on his cold ass again and again, let him avoid it if he wanted to.

While talking, Sun Wenhao found that Brother Zhuo was too silent.

Although brother Zhuo usually doesn't talk much, he can't say nothing.

Sun Wenhao turned his eyes between Brother Zhuo and Song Linju, and there were only two dinner plates between them, like two lakes.

"Brother Zhuo, haven't you often praised Song University bully in front of us these two days, why do you become bored after seeing the right master?"

This is the art of speaking. He immediately called Li Zhaozhuo's silence as shy, and at the same time cue him to speak.

The stuffy Li Zhaozhuo:? ? ?

Problems?

Since when did I always praise Song Linju?

Feeling Brother Zhuo's light sweeping gaze, the smile on Sun Wenhao's face froze, and he quickly lowered his head to pick up the rice as if nothing had happened.

Often boasting or something, of course he was talking nonsense. Brother Zhuo also mentioned Song Linju about being rescued, and his tone was very flat.

But didn't he want Brother Zhuo to take the initiative a little bit, how could he be so fierce to his savior.

Li Zhaozhuo glanced at the plate of the person across from him. There was a combination of meat and vegetables, a dish of shredded squid with celery, and a dish of yam.

Now all that's left is a pile of celery and a few pieces of yam.

"You don't eat celery?" Li Zhaozhuo's tone was a little stiff.

This is obviously looking for something to say.

A succinct one, um, didn't mean to talk in depth, and the silence suddenly made the atmosphere awkward.

In the silence, Song Linju picked up his plate and made a gesture to leave, "I'm done eating, you guys eat slowly."

Li Zhaozhuo was taken aback for a moment, the food in the bowl suddenly tasted bad.

Grass!What do you mean, he finished eating as soon as he spoke?

Sun Wenhao's eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, and he finally knew where the previous sense of disobedience came from.

After Song Linju's figure completely disappeared into the crowd, Sun Wenhao finally couldn't hold back any longer. Seeing brother Zhuo's face as dark as the bottom of a pot, he burst into laughter, and almost spit out the rice in his mouth.

"Hahahahahahahaha... Brother Zhuo, what did you do? You let Song Xueba hide from you like the plague hahaha..."

His two-fifty-eighty-thousand-thousand brother Zhuo was actually disgusted by others, hahahaha laughed to death.

Xie Xuyao ​​and Zhou Yan were also laughing, but they were far less crazy than Sun Wenhao.

At this time, it was already the end of get out of class time, and the surging crowd in the cafeteria heard the laughter and looked sideways.

Li Zhaozhuo's forehead twitched slightly, he couldn't bear it anymore under his crazy ridicule, and rudely stuffed a piece of crispy chicken into his mouth.

"Shut up." His expression was extremely bad.

The crispy chicken was too big, and Sun Wenhao's goose-like laughter finally stopped abruptly. He puffed up his cheeks, and it took some effort to chew and swallow the crispy chicken.

Sun Wenhao seriously suspected that if the chicken nuggets were not too big, brother Zhuo would have directly stuffed the chicken nuggets down his throat to kill him.

"Brother Zhuo..." Just as Sun Wenhao opened his mouth, Li Zhaozhuo interrupted him coldly.

"Finish? Hurry up and leave when you're done."

Li Zhaozhuo took the lead to leave with the food he didn't eat much, and took great steps.

I was too patronizing to talk about it before, and my stomach just filled my stomach. Sun Wenhao hurriedly took two mouthfuls of rice with a plate, "Hey brother Zhuo, wait for us..."

It was almost 10 o'clock when Song Linju returned home from his evening self-study. He took out the key in the dark corridor and opened the door lightly. There was a sweet smell floating in the air.

The TV was on, playing the latest popular costume drama. A woman in home clothes was knitting with her head bowed. The warm yellow light hit her gentle and calm face, reflecting a few fine lines from her slightly squinted eyes.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lin Qiuman stopped his hands and turned around, seeing Song Linju smiling and saying, "Aju is back."

"Well, Mom, don't wait for me next time." Song Linju closed the door with his backhand, bent down and took off his shoes.

Although she is not free every day, occasionally when the flower shop is busy, she will come back later than him.

Lin Qiuman, who came over, skillfully unfastened his schoolbag, patted his shoulder lightly, and scolded him for being affectionate.

"Mom, I'm waiting for you. I'm watching TV." Lin Qiuman raised his chin, motioning him to watch the "evidence".

Song Linju followed her to look over.

The night was dark and the wind was high, a drunk man and woman in ancient costumes were getting closer and closer with blushing faces, and the camera specially took a close-up of the heroine's glistening lips...

There is a TV in her room.

But Song Linju didn't say anything more. He said many times that he didn't have to wait for him to come back at night, but Lin Qiuman didn't listen.

Song Linju's expression