Xia Lang

, but when he moved in, he never imagined that he would have a boyfriend who wanted to stay with him all the time, so he turned the other bedroom into a gym in a young and frivolous manner, and treated the bed boards as garbage threw.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't argue with him about who sleeps on the sofa and who sleeps on the bed. He just smiled and said, "I'll help you get your pajamas now."

Seeing Li Zhaozhuo's relaxed pace, Song Linju was also infected by him and put his worries aside.

Li Zhaozhuo dug out a brand new set of pajamas from the closet and handed it to Song Linju, asking him to take a shower first.

Although there was not too much difference in height between the two of them, Song Linju's figure was thin, and the clothes bought according to Li Zhaozhuo's size seemed so empty on him.

After Song Linju finished washing, Li Zhaozhuo went into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out, he saw Song Linju washing clothes on the balcony.

It was a lonely night outside, looking at Song Linju who was wearing home clothes and washing clothes under the warm yellow light, Li Zhaozhuo suddenly had the illusion of being at home.

Not in that huge old house, but in this small rented house, since his mother passed away, this is the first time he has a sense of belonging.

Li Zhaozhuo just stood there watching, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, enjoying the rare warmth.

Song Linju noticed that Li Zhaozhuo had been standing in the living room looking at him for a long time. After washing his clothes, he took the towel from Li Zhaozhuo's hand and helped him wipe his hair, "Why are you in a daze?"

Li Zhaozhuo bowed his head obediently in front of him to make it easier for him to move.

"It's nothing, I just think you're fine."

Maybe I should... want a fight?

Song Linju was slightly stunned, thinking he was just talking casually, but when he lowered his eyes, he met Li Zhaozhuo's eyes, which were slightly curved and soft, looking really happy.

To be happy like this after wiping his head?Song Linju was a little dumbfounded.

Standing too tired, the two moved to the sofa.

Patiently wiping his hair until the water stopped dripping, Song Linju asked him, "Is there a hair dryer?"

The short inch is long and a lot long, and it is not enough to wipe it dry with a towel.

"Yes, it's in the cabinet under the sink."

Song Linju got up and was about to grab it when he was grabbed by the hand.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was sitting on the sofa, looked up at him, seductively, "Forget about your hair, I'm not in a hurry to sleep anyway, how about I show you my gym first?"

But Song Linju was not instigated by his mysterious tone, and said lightly, "I've seen it."

He didn't know how many times he had come to Li Zhaozhuo's house, and the gym was not a secret base, he had already visited it many times.

The proposal was rejected, and Li Zhaozhuo simply ignored Song Linju's answer, took his hand and headed to the gym, "Take it as a day of studying and relax, take a walk."

Mr. Song has a calm temper and is afraid of trouble. He is not interested in most things, so he knows that asking is just a formality, and he still has to do what he has to do.

In the center of the gym is a stage similar to a ring, and various exercise equipment are scattered under the ring.

Li Zhaozhuo saw Song Linju's eyes sweeping across the room, and he hinted, "Mr. Song, don't you have any strong thoughts when you look at these things?"

Looking at the messy gym, Song Linju asked back with a little disgust: "What idea? The idea of ​​cleaning?"

clean?

Li Zhaozhuo also looked around the room.

It seems... a little messy.

He laughed and said: "Mr. Song, your mouth is too poisonous. This is not a mess, but a way of arrangement that looks messy but is actually uninhibited."

Song Linju glanced at the left one and the right one again, seeing that they were used up utensils, and asked inexplicably, "Really?"

"Of course."

After Li Zhaozhuo replied confidently, he quickly brought back the topic of gradual deviation, and shook Song Linju's hand to try to remind him.

"Besides this, do you really have any other thoughts when looking at this arena?"

Seeing Li Zhaozhuo Qixi's slightly encouraging eyes, Song Linju suddenly thought of something, and replied uncertainly: "Maybe I should...want a fight?"

Li Zhaozhuo clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Song, you got the answer right."

Just to be on the safe side, Li Zhaozhuo asked again and again with certainty: "Mr. Song, you promised me, you won't go back on your word, right?"

For this distant event, Song Linju still had some impressions, and took off the hat of repentance in a calm manner.

"I remember what I said at the time was that in the next monthly exam, if you get into 1500 in the whole school, we will compete."

Li Zhaozhuo tried to blur the point, "That's right, I am admitted to the 1500 in the whole school."

Song Linju took out the key point and placed it in front of him, "But time has passed."

Li Zhaozhuo continued to play rogue, "It's time or something, as long as the goal of progress has been achieved."

Song Linju looked at his tired face and asked, "Are you okay?"

Men are always extra sensitive about things like whether they can do it or not.

Hearing Song Linju's dangerous speech at first, Li Zhaozhuo squinted his eyes, and pulled Song Linju closer with his hand, "Mr. Song, what did you just say, can you say it again?"

Song Linju thought he was upset because he felt that he underestimated him, and explained: "You have stayed up all night for so long, so it is not suitable for strenuous exercise."

"Mr. Song, you can rest assured, as long as it's with you, I'll do any strenuous exercise."

Song Linju vaguely felt that his tone was a bit strange, but he couldn't tell exactly what was strange.

The innocent teacher Song didn't know that there was a language skill called driving.

Now that this is the case, Song Linju can still be in a trance?

Li Zhaozhuo's eyes were getting darker, he squeezed his chin and slowly approached, "If Teacher Song doesn't believe it, why don't we try?"

Feeling Li Zhaozhuo's ambiguous gaze on his lips, Song Linju realized that the car was on the highway.

Song Linju slapped Li Zhaozhuo's face with a slap, pushed him away mercilessly, opened the fence and walked onto the ring neatly, looked at Li Zhaozhuo from top to bottom, "Come on."

As long as there are enough scoundrels, Song Linju has the right to explain what he promised.

Although Song Linju doesn't want to compete, it's okay, because he is looking forward to another way of "comparison".

Song Linju's staring eyes easily ignited Li Zhaozhuo's fighting spirit.

Li Zhaozhuo couldn't wait to stand opposite Song Linju, and after a brief movement of his hands and feet, the two began to test each other tacitly.

At the beginning, everyone was quite calm and the rhythm was slow. Later, when the probing was almost done, the two of them began to move trickily.

Song Linju kicked horizontally, and his right leg fell into the palm of Li Zhaozhuo, who had been prepared for it. Seeing that he couldn't pull it out, he simply used his strength to spin around and kicked Li Zhaozhuo's head with his left leg.

For some reason, Li Zhaozhuo's evasive action was slowed down a bit. Song Linju's cheek was swept a little, and he stepped back a few steps and hit the elastic fence.

Song Linju, who broke free from the shackles, felt that he had kicked Li Zhaozhuo, and immediately went to check his situation, "Are you okay?"

Getting kicked in the head can be big or small.

Li Zhaozhuo signaled him not to worry, "It's okay, I just scanned a little bit, probably not even popular."

The big palm silently held Song Linju's ankle, and the thumb gently stroked the uneven circle on the smooth skin. The cautious movement was like handling a vase, and it seemed that he would shatter in the palm of his hand with a little force.

"How did you get it? Does it still hurt?"

Li Zhaozhuo was stunned for a moment when he saw the hideous scar on Song Linju's ankle just now between his legs.

What he stroked was the scar on his ankle that had healed long ago. He was still sitting on the ground at this moment, but he was the first to ask him if it hurt.

Song Linju lowered his eyes, held his chin and looked at his face carefully, there was a blotch near the cheekbone.

"I accidentally got it, and it doesn't hurt long ago."

Song Linju's flat tone seemed to be talking about a small scratch, but Li Zhaozhuo, who had just seen the scar with his own eyes, knew it was not.

It seemed to be tied and strangled by something, similar to a thin thread.

Does he have it on his other ankle?Is this why Song Linju wears long trousers all year round?

What happened to him before?

I don't know what Li Zhaozhuo thought of, his face darkened visible to the naked eye, Song Linju stretched out his index finger and pointed at the redness on his face, exerting force.

"Hiss..." The defenseless Li Zhaozhuo gasped, his gloom turned into pain in an instant.

Song Linju smiled a little, "Didn't you say it's all right?"

Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Li Zhaozhuo didn't continue to ask, but answered according to his words, "It's all right, just a little flesh injury."

Song Linju was noncommittal.

"Get up."

Song Linju stood up and stretched out his hand to Li Zhaozhuo who was sitting cross-legged.

Clasping both hands, Li Zhaozhuo stood up with the help of one.

Their discussion ended hastily with Li Zhaozhuo injured.

After the two walked out of the gym, Li Zhaozhuo obediently went to blow his hair, while Song Linju made a simple ice pack with some crushed ice in gauze, and threw it in Li Zhaozhuo's arms after blowing his hair.

"Apply it yourself, and go to sleep after applying it."

It is red now, if it is not dealt with, it may turn blue tomorrow.

After finishing speaking, Song Linju lay down on the sofa, covering his eyes with his backhand, as if he was going to sleep.

How could it be possible for Li Zhaozhuo to let Song Linju sleep on the sofa, he has long hands and long legs, and he was destined to suffer from backache after sleeping on the sofa for one night.

"Teacher Song, you can sleep in my room." Xu was afraid that Song Linju would dislike him, so he added, "The sheets were changed yesterday, and I slept on the sofa."

Song Linju turned over, "I'll just sleep on the sofa."

Seeing that Song Linju turned his back to him and didn't want to continue discussing this matter, Li Zhaozhuo's thin lips curled up slightly, and he opened his mouth and started to fire, "Mr. Song, if you really love me, we can sleep in the room together. We are both men anyway, and we can't sleep together." There is nothing to eat or suffer."

"To shut up."