Xia Lang

Song Linju, who praised Song Linju, had an inexplicable agitation in his heart. With the beating of the heart, the blood pumped out, and the agitation mixed into the blood that had not yet calmed down from playing, and quickly flowed throughout the body.

In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of blood rushing like a bank, and the numbness in the blood vessels penetrated into the bone seam, turning into an unbearable itch.

The itching was transmitted to the brain along the nerves, and was translated into an abrupt and extremely strong thought by the chaotic head.

He wanted to find out about Song Linju.

This person seems to be like a dusty gem, the closer you get, the more unexpected surprises you can discover.

Maybe not now, but one day, he will always find out about Song Linju.

The boy who played shooting guard came out of the bathroom halfway through the game. Standing in the rest seat, he watched Song Linju gradually change from being unfamiliar to being a fish in water on the field, with unconcealed admiration on his face.

He knows this person.

He often came to deliver food to Li Zhaozhuo and the others, and he knew the name after many times.

Zhang He walked over and patted his shoulder familiarly, and said with a smile, "You're a good ball player."

Zhang He didn't use much strength at first, but when his fist touched Song Linju's seemingly thin shoulder, he still took off a little force. He was afraid that he would smash the kid to pieces by accident.

Although he knew it was impossible, just looking at his explosive power on the court, he also knew that this kid was in good health.

Song Linju hid without a trace, and said thank you indifferently.

He is not used to having physical contact with other people.

Zhang He has a cheerful personality, otherwise he wouldn't be able to play with Li Zhaozhuo and the others.

Seeing that Song Linju had no expression on his face, as if he couldn't let go, he made a joke, "Xiao Song, you look thin, but you have a pretty good figure, and your abdominal muscles look firm."

As soon as Li Zhaozhuo passed through the barrier, he saw Zhang He stretching out his hand to touch Song Linju's abdomen with "a wicked smile on his face".

Without thinking too much, he frowned and took Song Linju's hand and pulled it towards him, avoiding Zhang He's salty hands.

车咚

Two young bodies exuding vigorous heat approached quickly, like two planets attracting each other and approaching each other in the vast universe, rushing to each other with the determination to annihilate together regardless of everything.

Shoulders collided, chests pressed against each other, and the zero distance between flesh and flesh made Song Linju's pupils shrink slightly, and his body froze.

too close……

He can feel the steady heartbeat in Li Zhaozhuo's body, does that mean that Li Zhaozhuo can also feel him?

Expressions can be faked, but heartbeats can't be faked. Song Linju rarely panicked.

Before he pushed Li Zhaozhuo away, he took a step back by himself.

"Good play." He smiled and patted him on the shoulder, as if the action just now was just to express his appreciation.

This kind of shoulder bumping action on the court is indeed common.

They stay together for a short time, and it's normal for them to feel a little faster after exercising.

Song Linju stared at his eyes, which were as clear as today's sunlight, without any strange color, his throat rolled, and a concise "um" escaped.

Li Zhaozhuo turned around and looked at Zhang He, who was feeling a bit embarrassed. A cold light flashed across his eyes, and he "lightly" slapped his shoulder, jokingly, "Praise it, what are you doing?"

Zhang He took a step back after being beaten: I...you...I...

Zhang He, who can speak well, was at a loss for words for a while.

Didn't he just thump Xiao Song lightly?He made every move, making him look like an impatient old pervert. If Xiao Song wasn't a man, he wouldn't be able to clean himself up even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Taking a step back, if his actions just now counted as physical manipulations, wouldn't Li Zhaozhuo have physical manipulations towards Xiao Song and him?

Isn't this a blatant act of robbery that only allows state officials to set fires, but not the common people to light lamps.

Seeing his constipated expression, Li Zhaozhuo raised his eyebrows, "You don't look very well, why, you want to go in again just after you got out of the toilet?"

Zhang He glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about..."

I'm ashamed to say, I'm not mad at you yet.

While speaking, Zhang He's stomach grumbled loudly, and before he had time to be embarrassed, he went to the toilet again.

Sun Wenhao looked at Zhang He's back in a hurry with his legs crossed, feeling amused and worried at the same time.

"Couldn't Zhang He's diarrhea last for several days? The finals are only a few days away."

Li Zhaozhuo didn't care too much, "It should be just eating bad things, it's not that serious."

Seeing the person delivering dinner coming, "Didn't you say you're hungry? Let's go eat."

"Okay, brother Zhuo is wise!"

Hearing that there was something to eat, Sun Wenhao stopped thinking about it, and rushed towards the sumptuous dinner.

After evening self-study, Song Linju packed his schoolbag quickly, and walked out of the classroom with Li Zhaozhuo and others.

Sun Wenhao hadn't recovered from the game in the afternoon, and praised Song Linju in a different way. The distance from the classroom to the school gate was easily passed by Sun Wenhao's twittering.

They parted ways from the school gate, leaving only Song Linju and Li Zhaozhuo, and they continued to walk together.

Since Li Zhaozhuo moved, Song Linju never saw his driver again, and he always went to school and went home with him.

After the three of them left, the bustle dissipated, but there was no silence between them for too long.

"Will you come to the basketball cup in a few days?"

Li Zhaozhuo's gaze fell on the people coming and going on the road without focus, and the sweat from the hot tide was hanging on his forehead, and his footsteps were always lazy.

He was just asking, he knew Song Linju would be there.

If nothing unexpected happens, Song Linju will go.

But on Sunday, he happened to have a math competition to participate in, and he didn't know if the time would hit or not.

"What time is it on Sunday?"

"Start at 03:30 p.m."

03: 30.

Song Linju pursed his lips, "I have a math competition from 02:30 to [-]:[-] on Sunday afternoon."

Li Zhaozhuo was stunned for a moment, then paused in his lazy steps.

This meant that he couldn't come, because he was overconfident.

That's right, it doesn't look like he has nothing to do all day long.

He patted Song Linju on the shoulder, "It's okay if you don't come, watching football is not as important as studying."

Pretending to be chic.

It can be said that there is no loss at all.

He wanted Song Linju to come and see him play, for no reason, he just wanted him to come.

Looking at the disappointment in those amber eyes that was covered up in a hurry, Song Linju was silent for a while.

"The game was played well."

"That's not sure, the competition is not a champion, but it must be a third runner-up anyway." Li Zhaozhuo joked, his face was full of arrogance that belonged to a young man, enthusiastic and eye-catching.

Song Linju paused on his face for a while.

The orange bus is slowly approaching the station like an overwhelmed old man. From the window, you can vaguely see the crowds in the bus, which makes people feel suffocated before getting on the bus.

Before the doors were fully opened, people who had been waiting at the station swarmed like ants on fire.

The crowded flow of people undoubtedly engulfed Song Linju and the two into the car like ocean waves.

As soon as I got in the car, there was noise, the pungent gasoline smell mixed with the sweltering sweaty smell, and the turbid air was more difficult to breathe than the squeeze from all directions.

The car was crowded and surging, and Song Linju and the two were like a small sailboat in the sea. The majestic waves rushed them in different directions. Li Zhaozhuo grabbed Song Linju's wrist in time and did not get separated from him.

For the sake of convenience, some passengers act as if they have taken root in the front half of the car as soon as they get on the car, and they will not move back even if they die. As a result, those who get on the car behind have no place to stay and the doors cannot be closed.

The driver yelled, telling them to move to the back half of the car, but only a few people moved back a little, and the others acted as if they didn't hear them, letting the driver speak dryly.

The sweaty arm of the middle-aged man inadvertently touched something cold, and the thing shrank back, and he subconsciously backed away a short distance.

As early as Song Linju shrank a little towards him, Li Zhaozhuo felt something was wrong.

He looks at him.

At this glance, he saw the fat and restless hand of the middle-aged man.

It's fine for the driver to keep moving forward, but he still has the face to go back?How about retreating?

The extremely poor environment in the car made Li Zhaozhuo a little irritable, and when he encountered such an idiot approaching Song Linju, he immediately became angry.

Li Zhaozhuo unceremoniously pushed away the middle-aged man who was pushing over, and pulled Song Linju to break through the numb-looking crowd, and squeezed towards the second half of the car through the small complaints in the carriage.

The middle-aged man who was pushed and staggered angrily glared in Li Zhaozhuo's direction.

Li Zhaozhuo is not a good-tempered person, if someone wants to compete with him, he will be more violent than that person.

Li Zhaozhuo lowered his brows fiercely and looked back blankly.

Tall, with scars on his short hair, aggressive, like a gangster, he is not easy to mess with at first glance, the middle-aged man stared at him with twinkling eyes, and finally moved his eyes away in embarrassment.

Although the back section was not as crowded as the front section, body collisions were unavoidable. Li Zhaozhuo used himself to separate the crowd, creating a small space between the car wall and his body.

Inside stood Song Linju with a cold face.

In order to create a space among the crowded crowd, Li Zhaozhuo bent his elbows against the wall of the carriage.

It would be fine if he was embracing a petite girl, the space between his arms and chest was more than enough.

However, Song Linju was a boy who was only half a head behind him, with long hands, long legs and a big frame. With his slamming, they were very close to each other.

The smell of sweat from the person on the other side enveloped him forcefully, and the tall body couldn't help but press him over. Song Linju subconsciously retreated like a sheep threatened by a large carnivore, but the hard window sill was on his waist, preventing him from moving forward or retreating. Song Linju had no choice but to put one hand on his chest.

"...What are you doing?" His cold voice was slightly sharp, like a question.

Thinking that he was annoyed that he was getting too close, Li Zhaozhuo resisted the pressure.