Xia Lang

Entering Song Linju's lungs, penetrating every pore on his body, carrying a heat that even the air conditioner can't dissipate.

Song Linju curled up sideways to resist the itching all over his body, his slender hands hesitantly groped to the base of his ears.

The fingertips caressed the base of the ear and the earlobe, but there was no special feeling.

He gradually increased the strength of his fingertips.

The bony hand that usually held the pen and twisted the paper made an intimate movement towards him as if he lost patience, and he stopped the movement until his earlobe was pinched by him until it was red and swollen and painful.

It doesn't feel right.

Obviously, when Li Zhaozhuo's scorching breath hit him, it was an itch that would relieve his hands and feet, not pain.

Li Zhaozhuo must have felt disgusted to kiss him who is also a man, right?

But he has an unknown despicable surprise.

With a cold expression, Song Linju crushed the earlobe that Li Zhaozhuo had touched, trying to dispel the heat that belonged to him like a gangrene, with self-loathing.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was separated from Song Linju, found the nearest supermarket to buy the laundry detergent he was talking about.

After paying the bill, Li Zhaozhuo couldn't wait to unscrew the lid of the laundry detergent, went up to smell it, and frowned slightly.

It smells... a bit like it, but it's too strong and a bit offensive, and it smells like a bootleg.

Li Zhaozhuo looked at the laundry detergent in his hand hesitantly, not knowing whether to throw it away or keep it.

I bought everything, why don't I... use it first?Maybe it will be the same when it is washed on the clothes?

The basketball cup final was held outdoors, under the glaring white light, the auditorium was still packed with enthusiasm, most of the boys were there to watch the game, and most of the girls were there to watch people.

When Li Zhaozhuo and his team came out, the cheers rose a lot because of the general good looks of the whole team.

Girls with sun umbrellas even put their umbrellas away, so that they can see them more conveniently, and it is even more convenient for them to see them. If they catch their eyes, maybe they can earn a tall and handsome boyfriend by watching a football game .

Li Zhaozhuo, who was wearing a red jersey, glanced behind him and realized that someone was missing. He frowned and asked, "Where's Zhang He?"

I was with them when I was about to come out, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Sun Wenhao, who usually smiles semi-permanently, stopped smiling now, "He went to the toilet and said he would be right back."

That kid Zhang He was too unreliable. He was asked to go to the hospital a few days ago, but he said it was a minor problem, so he refused to go to the hospital desperately. As a result, he lost his chain when the game was approaching.

Li Zhaozhuo glanced at the empty entrance, "Lu Yifeng, you are ready to play."

Lu Yifeng nodded, "OK."

Lu Yifeng is a candidate, a very strong big guy.

Although there are alternatives, they are not always the best option.

Sun Wenhao looked at the entrance frequently, but Zhang He still didn't show up until the game started, and he cursed a few more words in his heart.

It's all finals, so there won't be a team with too much difference in strength, but because Sun Wenhao is a little absent-minded, and the temporary shooting guard Lu Yifeng is not very sensitive, and it is not tacit understanding to cooperate with them, they are almost always caught by the opponent The loopholes are crushed.

Later, they saw that small forward Li Zhaozhuo was the most threatening, so they defended him to death, entangled him so much that he couldn't do anything.

As time progressed little by little, the opponent kept scoring, and Li Zhaozhuo's team gradually became weaker, and even Sun Wenhao's gradually recovering state could not be saved.

The audience booed faintly.

we will win

"Didn't you hear that Li Zhaozhuo's team is pretty good? Why did the game play like this today?"

"It's okay, except the shooting guard is a little bit worn out."

"It doesn't matter how you play the ball, as long as you look good."

"anthomaniac……"

Song Linju, who rushed over, happened to hear the noisy discussion in the audience, and he looked towards the field.

At a glance, he realized that the shooting guard had changed, not Zhang He.

Maybe the loss was too bad, the shooting guard was a little flustered, and Li Zhaozhuo was restrained by the opponent, and there was no one on the court who could score crazy goals to tie the score.

The first half quickly slipped by in the sweaty scrambling, and soon it was halftime.

Panting heavily, Sun Wenhao unscrewed the bottle of water, raised his head and filled most of the bottle. Seeing the bleak score, he said with emotion, "It would be great if Song Linju was here."

Li Zhaozhuo didn't speak, and poured water over his eyelids.

A few days ago he even boasted about Haikou, today the ball was played like this, fortunately Song Linju didn't come today, otherwise he would be ashamed and thrown home.

Unaffected at all, Xie Xuyao, smiling and waving at the girls in the auditorium, saw a familiar figure and squinted his eyes to recognize it, "Is that Song Linju?"

Sun Wenhao wiped away the hot sweat that was about to drip into his eyes, and looked around with his drooping head just now, "Where? Where? Where is Song Linju?"

"You read it wrong, Song Linju has an exam in the afternoon, so he won't come here." That's what Li Zhaozhuo said, but Li Zhaozhuo subconsciously raised his head when he heard someone's name.

Sun Wenhao looked in the direction Xie Xuyao ​​was pointing at, and there was a simple white-clothed, black-pants, and glasses-wearing boy standing in the crowd, like Bai Song, which was particularly obvious.

"It's really Song Linju, who can be saved."

Sun Wenhao was beaming with joy, waving at Song Linju crazily like a beckoning cat, gesturing him to end.

Li Zhaozhuo stared at Song Linju who was walking towards them, his eyes were astringent and sore from the white sunlight, and he didn't look away.

Song Linju nodded towards him.

Why did he come, didn't he say there was a math competition?It's only four o'clock.

"Hurry up, Song Linju, Brother Song, help us save the situation." As soon as Song Linju came, Sun Wenhao grabbed his arm tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away.

Glancing at his red arm, Song Linju didn't refuse, "Which position?"

Li Zhaozhuo came over and said, "Same as before, shooting guard."

Song Linju looked at him and agreed.

Zhou Yanwen patted Lu Yifeng, who had a slightly stiff expression, "Go and find Zhang He, I'm afraid something may have happened if we haven't been able to contact him for so long."

Lu Yifeng, who lowered his head, said yes.

He had seen Song Linju play that day, so he couldn't blame others for his inferior skills.

Li Zhaozhuo glanced at the few intermissions, and looked at the boy holding a towel, "Zeng Zhixing, take Song Linju to the lounge to change his uniform."

"Okay." Zeng Zhixing put a pile of towels on the rest mat, and quickly took Song Linju to the lounge to change.

Three minutes before the end of the halftime break, Song Linju came out after changing his jersey. He took off his eyes, revealing his black pupils without any cover, showing a cool and handsome appearance.

The audience also noticed the changes on the field.

"Hey, why did the shooting guard suddenly change?"

"Fuck, he's still a handsome guy."

"It's good to change it, the one just played really slowed down."

"Why do I feel that this person looks familiar..."

"Come on, you can't move your legs when you see a handsome guy. Do you still want to say that you must have seen him somewhere?"

"..."

Li Zhaozhuo looked at Song Linju, who was wearing the same red jersey as him, walking towards him, and stretched out his hand to him with a smile.

Song Linju lowered his eyes and slowly stretched out his hand.

Li Zhaozhuo wrapped his slightly cold hand, pulled it hard, his shoulders touched briefly, and his deep voice spread out beside his ears, "It's okay, just hit him casually."

It seemed that the nature of this game was similar to that evening's discussion and playfulness.

But Song Linju knew that Li Zhaozhuo was not as indifferent as he showed, otherwise he wouldn't have been crazy in the first half to grab the ball all over the court, after all, he had been training for so long.

Knowing that he said these words just to make himself less nervous.

He hides all the stress and anxiety under those light-colored eyes that seem to be always clear and wanton, deceiving outsiders with an illusion of calm.

Song Linju patted his sweaty back lightly, "Don't worry, we will win."

The clear and cold voice carried the coolness that the summer wind did not have, and soothed Li Zhaozhuo's dryness and exhaustion.

Li Zhaozhuo was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't expect Song Linju to comfort him.

Seeing the certainty in his calm brows, it was the young man's publicity without ostentation, he smiled brightly.

"Okay, we'll win."

The second half started quickly.

Song Linju's figure is not thin, but compared with the previous shooting guard Lu Yifeng's big body, it is still not enough.

The black team saw that the red team's midfielder was replaced by Bai Zhanji, who was weak at first glance, and immediately laughed at the red team because they were beaten into a panic by them.

As a result, after a few small rounds of competition, they felt complacent that something was wrong.

At the beginning, the new shooting guard and his teammates did not cooperate as well as the previous one. The main output of the red team was still small forward Li Zhaozhuo. They focused on intercepting and besieging Li Zhaozhuo according to the tactics of the first half, but they did not know when, The unknown shooting guard has become the new scoring main force.

Shooting guards have grown to mesh well with teams, especially small forwards.

Usually if he can't score, the small forward will go in, and if the small forward can't make it, he will go in. The two of them are like twins, knowing each other's intentions with just one look.

Under the crazy onslaught of the two as if they were aided by gods, they scrambled to catch up after losing a lot of points.

The audience was stunned, and they saw two people in red jerseys, like two balls of fire, rampaging, forcing the other team to retreat in a row.

"Fuck, is this little boy so fierce? The madness of grabbing the ball and scoring goals is comparable to that of Li Zhaozhuo."

The girl next to him gave him a sideways glance, "What a silly face, how do you talk, you have to be black like you to be considered good-looking?"

"..."

"...Song Linju?"

"Where?" the friend who had just sneered at her asked absently, his eyes not wanting to leave the two people on the court for a moment.

The girl slapped her head, "Fuck, I remembered, isn't this Song Linju!"

"Where is it?" My friend finally turned his eyes to her. After all, Song Linju is also a handsome guy.