Xia Lang

The next beat was out of control, and it was about to compete with the high-pitched cicadas.

He knew that Li Zhaozhuo was handsome, and his appearance was even worse when he smiled, but watching him smile, the first word that popped into Song Linju's mind was cute.

God damn cute.

With an inch-shaped head and strong eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips, and a tall man of more than 1.8 meters, which word can be hooked with cuteness?

Not to mention the hook, there is not even a touch.

But Song Linju just thinks that he has a kind of youthful cuteness, with vigorous and compelling vitality.

"What's wrong?" Song Linju's clear voice was slightly hoarse.

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Li Zhaozhuo casually turned his pen twice, and there was still a small smile in Huber's eyes, like a dry summer wind, "It's okay, I wanted to ask a question just now, but now I do it all of a sudden."

Although I don't know the reason for Song Linju's change, it doesn't prevent him from being in a good mood.

In fact, he admired Song Linju quite a lot, and was very upset that he avoided him like a plague god before.

Having been rejected by him so many times, he originally thought that if he kept avoiding him, he would stop ignorantly leaning forward.

It's not interesting to put a hot face on a cold butt.

As a result, his attitude changed.

Just as I was about to raise my pen to continue writing the sample questions, my eyes were attracted by the crimson ears and neck of the person in front of me, like the afterglow of the setting sun, full of charming rosy colors.

He thought absently that his skin was really sensitive, and it would turn red when exposed to the sun, but it might also be because he was too white.

What does a man look so thin and fair?

After complaining, Li Zhaozhuo turned on the lights in the room and drew thick curtains to block out the glare of the sun.

The study time passed quickly, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.

Li Zhaozhuo turned on his phone, skillfully clicked on the delivery software page, swiped his finger, and asked the person next to him, "What would Mr. Song want for lunch?"

He leaned slightly, handed the phone screen to Song Linju, and put his arms together.

Song Linju froze almost invisibly for a moment but didn't hide, and glanced at the colorful takeaways at close range, "Whatever."

After asking about his tastes and taboos, Li Zhaozhuo ordered homemade dishes.

While waiting for the takeaway, Li Zhaozhuo turned on the TV in the living room, and turned on the floor fan to blow.

Occasionally, hot air blows in from the French windows of the balcony, and it competes with the wind blown by the fan. In the end, the hot air wins the game. The thin sweat oozing from the two is its gold medal.

There are air conditioners in both the living room and the room. Originally, Li Zhaozhuo didn't plan to buy a fan, but he thought that Song Linju couldn't blow the air conditioner for a long time, so he bought it.

Floor fans are placed in the room, living room, and dining room.

But the more the fan blows, the hotter it seems to be in collusion with the heat wave outside.

At this time, a boxing match was broadcast on the TV. As the players punched to the flesh, there were cheers and excited commentary in the arena.

The blood-stimulating scene made Li Zhaozhuo's hands a little itchy. He smiled and turned his head to look at Song Linju who was watching the match with him.

As usual, he had a clear and indifferent expression, as if nothing in this world could melt his indifference, not even the hot boxing match, nor the scorching hot summer.

"I don't know if Teacher Song is willing to teach students something else?"

Song Linju looked from the TV to his smiling eyes, "What?"

Li Zhaozhuo raised his chin, signaling Song Linju to look at the two who were fighting inseparably on TV.

"this."

Song Linju understood what he meant, "You are very powerful, I can't teach you anything."

He didn't mean to refuse.

Li Zhaozhuo's skills are indeed very good. That night, he dragged him into the alley and threatened him, and he realized it firsthand.

Li Zhaozhuo raised his eyebrows, showing a bit of unruliness, his eyes were obviously gentle, but there was a scorching fighting spirit inside, "Mr. Song, you don't need to be so modest, I just want to learn from you."

He had long wanted to have a quick fight with Song Linju.

Ever since he saw Song Linju swinging his stick with a cold face in the alley that day, he had this strong thought.

At that time, Song Linju's face was colder than usual, but his plain eyes were on fire, which was unexpectedly vivid, like a gray rough stone whose rough surface was rubbed off violently, and the gemstones inside shone brightly.

very attractive.

Song Linju stared at him for a while, made sure he was not joking, and said calmly, "Okay."

Surprised by his immediate response, Li Zhaozhuo sat upright lazily on the sofa, his muscles tensed, and he was eager to try.

"Really? Choosing a day is not as good as today, and it happens that lunch will arrive in a while, why not just now?"

Song Linju's indifferent expression was in stark contrast to him, "Next time you get into the school's 1500 in the monthly exam, we'll compete."

Through these few teaching sessions, he knew that Li Zhaozhuo had a smart mind and could learn everything as soon as he was taught. The only problem was lack of motivation.

As soon as he heard the request for grades, Li Zhaozhuo's straight waist immediately collapsed, and he nestled into the soft sofa again, becoming less interested, "Mr. Song is so conscientious, it's really boring."

There are about 3000 students in the school who are in the same grade as them, and his school ranking in the opening exam not long ago seems to be around 2800.

Climb to 1500 in a short time?

I have to say that Song Linju really thinks highly of him.

He might as well keep watching his TV.

Seeing Li Zhaozhuo's obvious reluctance, Song Linju didn't say much.

Li Zhaozhuo's impulsive appointment seemed to be skipped lightly like a joke.

As the basketball cup finals approached, the four of Li Zhaozhuo often didn't even have time to go to the cafeteria, and Song Linju occasionally took some food and drinks to watch their training.

They seemed to be resting when Song Linju went. Li Zhaozhuo, who was wiping off his sweat, looked at him first, but it was Sun Wenhao who greeted him first.

"Song Linju, you are here."

He waved at him angrily, staring at the snacks in his hand like a dog staring at a meaty bone.

Xie Xuyao ​​stretched out his hand and covered Sun Wenhao's head, rubbing him and shaking him from side to side, "Qixi, quickly press the eyeballs back."

Sun Wenhao rolled his eyes speechlessly, "You don't understand now, I greet the kind man who came to visit us with warm eyes."

Xie Xuyao ​​sneered, "Tears flow from the corners of your mouth because you are so enthusiastic?"

He's not drooling, is he?It would be a shame to throw it home.

Sun Wenhao quickly touched the corner of his mouth, it was dry.

He glared at the smiling Xie Xuyao ​​angrily.

He knew that this turtle grandson was lying to him.

Song Linju handed them the snacks and drinks he was carrying, and Sun Wenhao hurried over to pick them up.

The person who went to buy food today was a bit late, he was already hungry.

Just as Sun Wenhao was about to touch the snack bag, a big hand blocked it halfway, and he just watched helplessly as the snack was taken away.

"Brother Zhuo..." You took my soul away.

Before Sun Wenhao could say anything pitifully, Li Zhaozhuo put the bag of snacks on the rest table, turned his head and asked Song Linju, "Do you want to have a game with us?"

They were supposed to be training at this time, but suddenly a teammate had a stomachache.

Before Song Linju could answer the question, Li Zhaozhuo grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the court.

After he calmly weighed the pros and cons, he probably got rejected again.

The skin under his hands is delicate and cool, completely different from the rough basketball's touch. The raised wrist bones fit into the palm of his hand, and his pulse beats slightly faster and stronger at his fingertips.

Li Zhaozhuo looked back at him.

My heart beats a little fast, are you angry?For his self-assertion.

But his wrists were only held quietly by him, without any intention of struggling, and his expression was as calm as ever, nothing could be seen.

Li Zhaozhuo's hands were very big, with the damp heat from the sweat after exercise, they completely wrapped his wrists, and the rubbing of the thin calluses on his palms caused a slight itchiness.

Under Li Zhaozhuo's probing gaze, Song Linju raised his head and asked him, "What position?"

He often comes to see them practice and has a general idea of ​​where each of them plays.

The guy who plays shooting guard is off the court.

Sure enough, Li Zhaozhuo pursed his lips and said, "Shooting guard."

"Okay." He didn't ask any more questions.

Although he seldom plays ball games with others, he still knows the basic rules of the game, and it should be fine just to play.

Song Linju's straightforward promise made Li Zhaozhuo feel relieved.

It's not good to be angry.

Li Zhaozhuo clapped his hands and signaled them to get together and stand in their respective positions. Apart from their team on the court, they were the training partners, and it was easy to see Sun Wenhao sitting on the bench and dawdling.

"Haozi, don't dawdle, come here quickly."

Sun Wenhao, who was named, looked at Li Zhaozhuo with resentment, hoping that brother Zhuo could understand the word hunger that he almost wrote on his forehead with a pen.

Why now?Let's get some food first, isn't it delicious?

The ruthless Li Zhaozhuo said that he didn't understand, and his eyes urged.

Sun Wenhao: ...

Lord is tired, destroy it!

Sun Wenhao was not in good condition, and Li Zhaozhuo and Song Linju did not perform very well in the first half of the time, and the score was barely even with the training team.

But after they broke in, they unexpectedly matched up, and the gap in the score quickly widened. Even Sun Wenhao, who was depressed, was infected by the atmosphere between them, and his fighting spirit was full.

Due to time constraints, they didn't finish the whole game, only the first half.

The last ball was scored by Song Linju, a beautiful dunk.

His jumping ability is very strong, and he flies into the air lightly like a goose. The moment he throws the ball, the hem of his clothes is pulled up to reveal his strong abdominal muscles and a small waist full of toughness.

Sun Wenhao whistled excitedly and shouted, "Brother Song is so handsome!"

Isn't he just handsome? Who the hell would have thought that the gentle Song Linju could play so fiercely while wearing glasses? The contrast makes him so handsome!

Their score is nearly twice that of the sparring team.

Li Zhaozhuo panted, watching from a distance surrounded by boasting