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Meng Wenjun handed Yang Kangyu his clean clothes and said, "Change, you're all wet."

"Do you have any pants?" Yang Kangyu took it, pinched one foot with both hands, and shook it vigorously. A clean shirt, white.

"Not really." Meng Wenjun said.

Yang Kangyu took the shirt in his hand and measured it against his body, looked down, and secretly estimated that it might be a little too small.

He put the shirt in the crook of his arm, folded his hands, and pulled it upwards vigorously. The wet basketball shirt went over his head, and then Yang Kangyu took it off his arms and was about to throw it on the ground.

"Give it to me, the floor is dirty." Meng Wenjun stretched out his hand and said.

Yang Kangyu left the changed clothes to Meng Wenjun, picked up Meng Wenjun's clean clothes, and put them on his body repeatedly.

The clothes were tightly attached to Yang Kangyu's body, outlining his figure.

He was used to wearing loose sweatshirts, and suddenly changed into such clothes, which made Yang Kangyu feel strange in his heart.

He worked his way up from the bottom of the shirt, twisting the buttons one by one until he got to the top two or three buttons, and he simply unbuttoned them.

There is a pleasant light fragrance on the clothes.

"It feels very similar to him." Yang Kangyu stretched out his hand and pulled the hem of his shirt, and suddenly he said this in his heart.

He raised his head and looked at Meng Wenjun in front of him, leaning against the cabinet, holding his changed jersey in his arms, and sliding his fingers up and down on the screen in front of him.

The rainy darkness outside also concealed this corridor, making the light of the mobile phone screen particularly obvious.

The unidentifiable color of light hit Meng Wenjun's face, outlining his eyebrows and eyes more clearly.

Eyelashes trembling like lambs.

In the dialog box, Meng Wenjun typed a line: "Teacher, we are already in the classroom." Finally, he slid his finger on the send button and clicked it.

After a burst of circles on the screen, it shows that it has been sent.

At this time, he put down his phone, turned to Yang Kangyu and asked, "Are you ready?"

Because of staring at him, when Meng Wenjun turned his eyes, Yang Kangyu subconsciously turned his head away.

This action caught Meng Wenjun's eyes, and Meng Wenjun was stunned.

He straightened up from the cabinet behind him, his arms were drooping, and the basketball shirt slipped in his hand. He handed it to Yang Kangyu and said, "I thought it was too small, but I didn't expect it to be quite suitable."

Yang Kangyu stretched out his hand and tugged at the collar, and said, "It's just too small."

Meng Wenjun smiled: "You are really strong."

Yang Kangyu couldn't help but look at Meng Wenjun's forehead.

"It's no small matter," he said.

"It's really not a big deal. Let's go back to the classroom now." After speaking, Meng Wenjun turned around and walked away.

Yang Kangyu packed his belongings in a panic, picked up the bag on the ground and ran after Meng Wenjun: "Why are you walking so fast!"

After a few steps, Meng Wenjun led Yang Kangyu into the classroom, and patted the empty table beside him: "Your."

After finishing speaking, he sat down beside him and began to organize the books on his desk.

Yang Kangyu sat down obediently, threw his schoolbag on the ground, and rested his hands on the table. He was not used to such a small space.

He looked around at the surrounding environment, and a few curious eyes also cast towards him. The classroom is fairly spacious, and there are various colorful things pasted on the surrounding walls.

He looked at the pictures on the north wall.

The top one is Meng Wenjun.

Yang Kangyu touched the people around him with his elbow, and said with a smile: "Brother, you are the squad leader."

He bumped Meng Wenjun's pen tip hard, and drew a zigzag black line on the paper uncontrollably.

Meng Wenjun frowned quietly. This is the material to be handed over to the school, and there should be no trace of modification.I have already written a lot of content, and I am almost finished with the last point.

Meng Wenjun casually perfunctory Yang Kangyu: "Yes."

The pen stopped in the air, and his eyes were fixed on the black line on the paper, thinking about the possibility of a remedy.

After pausing for a while, he wrote down the pen again, and the tip of the pen kissed the paper lightly.

Unexpectedly, Yang Kangyu suddenly raised his hand and slapped Meng Wenjun on the back: "Not bad!"

At that moment, Meng Wenjun's pen was like a wild horse running wild, and the tip of the pen smoothly drew a long line on the paper, just like the long rainbow penetrating the sun, soaring into the sky, directly across the whole paper.

"...?" Meng Wenjun watched.Aphasia.

Meng Wenjun raised his hand and tore off the obsolete paper, changed a new page, and began to write.

"What time does school end?" Yang Kangyu asked looking at the clock on the wall.

Meng Wenjun was a little annoyed, pretended not to hear, and didn't answer.

Yang Kangyu raised his arm again, just as he was about to touch him, it fell into Meng Wenjun's peripheral vision.

He quickly replied, "Five forty."

After hearing the answer, Yang Kangyu withdrew his hand, leaned back, crossed his hands on his chest, and said, "That will be soon."

Meng Wenjun responded, "Yes."

"Let's go together after school." Yang Kangyu said suddenly.

"No, I..."

Meng Wenjun was interrupted by the notification tone of receiving the mobile phone message.

He put down his pen and turned on his phone.

It was Zhang Ailin who sent the message: "I have something to do after school, you should go first."

Yang Kangyu also leaned over, looked at Meng Wenjun's phone screen, and asked, "Girlfriend?"

Meng Wenjun pressed the off button, put the phone aside, and said, "No, a friend."

"Then if you are alone, let's go together."

After hearing this, waves of rejection surged from Meng Wenjun's heart to his lips.

Meng Wenjun was suddenly awakened by his strong resistance, and quickly pulled away the rational factors in every cell in his body, and weaved a rational bridge for himself through countless calculations in his mind.

He turned his head, with a kind smile on his face: "Of course, I can take you to familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment."

Very good.Another correct vindication.

How can it be, let the emotions come out.This is unreasonable.To stray from reason, to stray from what is right.

black line.

Yang Kangyu felt a little strange, but couldn't tell what was wrong, so he blurted out and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"What's wrong?"

Meng Wenjun's rhetorical question made Yang Kangyu suddenly realize that he was asking a strange and awkward question. He turned around, put his hands on the table, and quickly said, "It's okay."

"Okay. If you have any questions, just ask me again." Meng Wenjun dropped the words, bowed his head and continued with his work.

The only thing Yang Kangyu regretted was that he didn't fully charge his phone. He sat on his seat bored and watched the minute hand on the opposite wall go round and round.

When he was lying on the table, the aroma of the shirt seemed to suddenly become stronger, which reminded him inexplicably of the flowing river beside the picnic meadow when he was a child.

He saw the boulders in the river piercing the river bed, and the river was running with tears.

He wanted to run to the river, but he felt something holding him back, pulling him.

He turned his head angrily, trying to figure out what it was.

"Wake up." In the haze, Yang Kangyu only heard such a voice behind him.

Facing Yang Kangyu, Meng Wenjun repeated the action of waking Zhang Ailin, thinking: "The two of them are really close."

Only then did Yang Kangyu wake up, stretched his waist, yawned, rubbed his eyes, picked up his schoolbag at once, and regained his energy: "Let's go!"

Not only did the rain outside not stop, but it rained even harder.

The two stood in front of the teaching building, looking at the rain in front of them.

Meng Wenjun was holding an umbrella in his hand, while Yang Kangyu only knew he was holding his basketball.

"Don't you have an umbrella?"

"No."

"Then how did you get here in the first place?"

"...Because I think the rain is very light."

Meng Wenjun opened the umbrella, shook it, put the umbrella between the two of them, and asked, "Where is your home?"

Yang Kangyu raised his finger and pointed in the direction: "Turn left after two intersections."

"That's right, let's go along the way." Meng Wenjun said.

Without taking two steps, Yang Kangyu always felt awkward.It's not because of anything else, but the umbrella always touches his head.

Simply, he pushed towards Meng Wenjun and said, "You can fight yourself."

Meng Wenjun glanced at him, raised his arm, and asked, "Is it low?"

"no……"

Meng Wenjun tilted the umbrella towards him and said, "Don't catch a cold."

Hearing this, Yang Kangyu suddenly froze for a moment, looking into his eyes.

Immediately, he came back to his senses and saw Meng Wenjun's wet shoulders.

Relying on the advantage of strength, he snatched the umbrella from Meng Wenjun's hand, held it above Meng Wenjun's head, and said softly: "It's a little lower."

The two were walking on the road, and Meng Wenjun also pretended not to know that the umbrella was tilted in his direction.This is a pointless excuse.

"I seem to have seen you before." Meng Wenjun said deliberately.

"Ah? Is it a basketball game?" Yang Kangyu asked.

"It seems to be." Meng Wenjun confirmed that Yang Kangyu did not recognize him.

"Honestly, I don't like playing basketball on the court."

"What do you mean?" Meng Wenjun asked.

"I always feel that playing basketball and basketball games are still two different things. With attention, everything will be different." Yang Kangyu scratched his head embarrassingly.

"You seem like the type of person who enjoys the attention of others."

"Ah, that's true, but... ah, hurry up!" Yang Kangyu caught a glimpse of the green countdown on the indicator light opposite, and hurriedly dragged Meng Wenjun over.

Meng Wenjun let Yang Kangyu pull him, and his steps also started to run, splashing a lot of water.

In the last second of the green light.Steps up the sidewalk steps.

Yang Kangyu pointed to the door not far behind him, and said, "Here we are."

"Okay, then I..."

Yang Kangyu suddenly interrupted Meng Wenjun: "Do you know someone named Zhang Ailin?"

"What's the matter?" Meng Wenjun followed up his words.

"...No, forget it. I'm home, thank you." As he spoke, he handed the handle of the umbrella to Meng Wenjun and patted him on the shoulder.

Meng Wenjun took the umbrella: "It should."

He watched as Yang Kangyu plunged into the rain, then ran and disappeared around the corner of the street. The metal iron handle of the umbrella still had the warmth of his palm.

It was still raining, and it was getting heavier and heavier.