Xia Lang

There are only dead leaves dancing in the wind occasionally, and the viewing angle here is not good. The oblique front is blocked by the basketball hoop, and the entire basketball court cannot be seen.

But since it is still class time, does this mean that Song Linju skipped class?

Skipping class and smoking, he must not just come out to see this dilapidated basketball court, right?

Song Linju is worried, is it because of him?

The smoke between the fingers burned silently to the butt of the cigarette. Song Linju came back to his senses after feeling the burning of his fingertips. He lowered his eyes and crushed the smoke against the rough tree trunk.

Li Zhaozhuo originally wanted to find some clues on Song Linju's face, but with a little confidence, he might be able to say what he wanted to say easily.

It can be seen that Song Linju raised his legs and wanted to leave immediately after smoking the cigarette. Li Zhaozhuo was anxious, and he didn't care about his confidence, so he quickly stopped him.

"Song Linju!"

The luck of meeting Song Linju even over a wall shows that even God is helping him, how could he be so stupid as to let him run away without saying anything?

Song Linju raised his eyelids slightly, his eyes were dull, and his voice was a little hoarse after being scorched by the smoke, "What's the matter?"

The atmosphere in the classroom is oppressive, and he usually doesn't feel anything, but recently this atmosphere has made his already unclear mood even worse.

He thought it would get better in two days after adjusting the adjustment, but until today, after finally calming down and reading a book, he accidentally found a stick figure covered in messy black lines, and he recognized it at a glance. It was Li Zhaozhuo back.

The back view of him leaving in the heavy rain after sending him home that day.

He only drew such a stick figure on the book that has nothing to do with learning.

The messy handwriting seemed to be heavily drawn in his mind, covering his thoughts domineeringly. The clumped handwriting couldn't block the back of a few strokes, but it easily disturbed his calm heart.

At that moment, every word in the book caught my eye, but I couldn't spell a sentence for a long time, and the teacher's cadence of teaching on the podium faded away.

In the end, he really couldn't stand his half-dead state, so he slipped out while self-study, and when he left the classroom, he took a cigarette that he hadn't smoked for a long time.

He bought the cigarettes a few days ago when he was really upset, and they hadn't been opened yet, but even today he still couldn't hold back.

He came to this tree as he walked, thinking about leaving after smoking, but he didn't expect to see people looking at the wall just as he lit the cigarette.

It was Li Zhaozhuo, the culprit who caused his upset.

I thought that he would treat him as a stranger like him and leave straight away, but he walked towards him slowly, looking at where he was looking with some doubts.

There was nothing on the empty field, and he wasn't actually looking at that, what he was looking at was in his head, memories.

Perhaps because he felt that there was nothing to see in the empty basketball court, Li Zhaozhuo's eyes fell on him again.

It's not that Song Linju didn't notice that he was hesitant to speak when he looked at him, but he just pretended that he didn't see it, he didn't want to care about it, he had already decided to put it down completely after smoking.

This is a habit of his, and he doesn't know when it started. When encountering difficult decisions, he would always light a cigarette. Make a decision.

But until the fire burned his fingertips, Li Zhaozhuo still didn't make a sound. Song Linju thought that it was true, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was relieved or lost.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, Li Zhaozhuo called his name.

He felt tired and impatient at the same time, what is this?To tease him?

"will not."

"What?" Song Linju asked perfunctorily, without even turning his head.

Even though he was just staring at his back, Li Zhaozhuo's expression was still unbelievably solemn, as if he was making some oath, "Song Linju, I will never hate you, never will."

Only then did Song Linju realize that he was answering the question that day, but he didn't have any mood swings.

Now that this answer has no meaning to him.

Just like the college entrance examination has passed for several days, you said that you suddenly remembered how to do a certain question, is it useful?

Is it too late?

Seeing that Song Linju didn't respond with his back turned to him, Li Zhaozhuo panicked and ran to take the flowers off the wall.

When the little girl said she wanted to buy flowers for her girlfriend, the first thing that flashed in his mind was Song Linju's face.

The flowers were well protected by him, except that the petals were a little wilted, but they were still intact.

Li Zhaozhuo held the sunflower and handed it to Song Linju, with a serious expression as if he was doing a job report, and his voice was clear, word by word, "Song Linju, I like you."

He vaguely remembered that the flower language of sunflower was handwritten on the small card inserted in the bouquet of flowers held by the little girl. For some reason, it was printed in his mind with just one glance.

There's no one else in sight, it's all about you.

like?How dare he?

Song Linju raised his eyes suddenly, and now he finally looked at him squarely, but his eyes were full of impatience.

Isn't he disgusted?You can say that you like him, is it because you are addicted to playing with him?

"It's over? Don't block the way when you're done." Song Linju's voice was colder than the autumn wind blowing, and he was about to leave after passing him, as if he didn't want to stay with him for a second.

Li Zhaozhuo frowned tightly. He thought that Song Linju might refuse, but...how could it be such a reaction?

Resisting disgust, as if his likes are nothing but disgusting garbage in his eyes.

Not reconciled.

Li Zhaozhuo grabbed his hand and forcefully turned him to face himself, "Song Linju, I said I like you!"

Song Linju shook off his shackles vigorously, and the sunflower in Li Zhaozhuo's hand was swung to the ground.

Li Zhaozhuo looked at the fallen sunflowers on the ground with an ugly expression, as if his heart had been ruthlessly trampled upon.

Heh, he still pretended to be so, why didn't he find out that Li Zhaozhuo is so good at acting?

Since he insisted on this, he would play with him.

Song Linju's eyes were full of sarcasm, "Kiss me."

Say the most seductive words with the most irritating look.

This reversal confused Li Zhaozhuo for a moment, and he asked in a complicated mood: "What?"

Didn't you still reject him just now?

He raised his head and approached Li Zhaozhuo, fixed his eyes on him, and repeated word for word, "Kiss me."

Didn't you say you like me?Then kiss me, do you dare?

Li Zhaozhuo's deep eyes glanced over his provocative eyebrows, and finally fell on his tightly pursed lips, as if he was sure, "You said that."

In order to avoid unnecessary troubles, Li Zhaozhuo pulled Song Linju behind the tree.

The scene suddenly changed, and Li Zhaozhuo was approaching step by step.

Song Linju just watched coldly, trying to see the disgust on his face that was getting closer. He was waiting for him to shrink back.

But strangely, no.

Until they were nose to nose and could clearly feel each other's breath blowing, Li Zhaozhuo still didn't show any strange expression on his face, and there was no sign of shrinking back.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Li Zhaozhuo looked at him with inexplicably hot eyes.

Song Linju resisted the urge to escape, and comforted himself that even if Li Zhaozhuo made fun of him, there was no need to play it so big, after all, he would be the one who was disgusting at that time.

Li Zhaozhuo deliberately slowed down when approaching Song Linju, the purpose was to give him a chance to repent, but he just stared at him unwilling to show weakness, without moving, as if predicting that he would not be able to speak.

The momentary pause when the tip of the nose met was Li Zhaozhuo's last chance for Song Linju, as long as he raised his hand, he would not continue.

But Song Linju still froze and didn't move.

I really don't know if he is ignorant of his own charm, or he has too much confidence in him.

Didn't he have few unknown thoughts about Song Linju before?It's just self-deception and deliberately forgetting.

To be honest, he had coveted Song Linju for a long time.

Since he delivered it to your door, then...don't blame him.

Li Zhaozhuo's big palm caressed Song Linju's face, it was incredibly gentle. By the time Song Linju realized something was wrong, it was too late, and the speed of lips to lips was much faster than before, as if someone would regret it.

Li Zhaozhuo...he really kissed him? !

Feeling the real soft touch on his lips, Song Linju opened his eyes wide in disbelief, put his hand on Li Zhaozhuo's chest and subconsciously wanted to push him away.

But how could Li Zhaozhuo, who had given him several chances before, let him go easily now?

Just now, the tender palm was like a net disturbed by prey, slipped from the side of the face to the back of the head in an instant, firmly grasping Song Linju, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Song Linju gritted his teeth tightly, but Li Zhaozhuo didn't force it. He took the trouble to lick and bite Song Linju's lips over and over again.

The sunset glow is magnificent, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers fall from the trees in the cool breeze, the rich and sweet fragrance fills the nostrils, and the leaves are whirling like someone's whisper.

In a daze, Song Linju heard someone's hoarse coaxing.

"Teacher Song, let me in, huh?"

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The author has something to say:

Li Zhaozhuo: Song Linju, I like you!

Song Linju: Hold back and kiss me.

Li Zhaozhuo couldn't help being overjoyed: Really...really? !

you burned a hole in my heart

Suddenly the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the teaching building was buzzing and restless. Song Linju, who was immersed in the inexplicable scene, woke up suddenly. He just wanted to push the person in front of him with all his strength, but Li Zhaozhuo knew how to measure, and he took the initiative to leave without waiting for him to refuse.

Panting, there was a silver thread between the lips of the two people who separated, Li Zhaozhuo simply turned back and kissed Song Linju, with a loud voice, as if stamped.

His extremely natural movements made Song Linju's eyelashes tremble.

"Do you believe it now?" Li Zhaozhuo's voice was low and hoarse.

Too many unexpected things happened, and Song Linju, who was always calm, was rarely confused at the moment.