Be at the same table with the rumored boss

The two chatted all the way without saying a word, and Xiao Lang remembered something important. He seemed to ask unintentionally, "How is your run?"

Su Mianyang frowned after hearing this, he sighed and said, "That's it."

Xiao Lang understood, he comforted Su Mianyang and said, "It's okay, next time we will work hard and focus on participating."

"Well," Su Mianyang said unhappily, "Then can I ask for some consolation?"

Xiao Lang's eyebrows moved slightly, "What?"

"You promise me first." Su Mianyang said.

Xiao Lang lowered his eyelashes, he thought for a while and said, "What if I can't do it?"

"you can do it."

Xiao Lang sighed, "It's better for you to talk about it first."

"You didn't come to school during the day on March 27th, did you go to see your teacher?" Without making Xiao Lang wait too long, Su Mianyang asked what had been on his mind for a long time.

Xiao Lang was stunned for a moment, the fact that his secret was touched made him slightly frowned, and after a short hesitation, Xiao Lang looked away, "Yeah."

"Take me with you next time," Su Mianyang said after a pause, "Isn't it too much to bring your family to see the teacher?"

Xiao Lang wanted to refuse subconsciously, but it was hard to say it directly, so he could only ask in a tactful way: "Why?"

Near noon, the sun was so dazzling that Xiao Lang squinted his eyes.

Su Mianyang happened to be facing the sun, and his body was covered with a layer of light golden radiance. When the breeze blew the leaves of the elm tree, he grabbed his hand. Xiao Lang could clearly feel the temperature transmitted from Su Mianyang's palm.

"Because I don't want you to be alone," Su Mianyang said, "I want to be with you from now on. Since I have missed you for so long, can you not leave me behind in the future?"

Summer is coming, and the place where the two fingers overlap is faintly hot. Xiao Lang wanted to withdraw his hand, but Su Mianyang held it tightly, and he gave up after two failed attempts.

"Let's talk about it in a month, okay?" Xiao Lang's eyes dodged, not daring to look directly at Su Mianyang.

This is not entirely an excuse for being anxious, and more importantly, he doesn't know what the two of them will become in a month. A promise like forever, an easy promise will only become a blank check.

Xiao Lang didn't want to repeat the feeling of getting used to being alone and losing it again, and he also didn't want Su Mianyang to have such an experience.

Su Mianyang didn't have much emotion before the recovery he wanted. After all, since the first time he took the initiative to confess, he had no capital to be willful and willful. Now he likes Xiao Lang and wants to be with Xiao Lang for a long time. together, and Xiao Lang probably agreed to a temporary relationship only because he was so entangled with him.

Su Mianyang felt sad, and then felt distressed. He wanted to share the emotions with Xiao Lang, but Xiao Lang was still unwilling to rely on him, so what happened to make Xiao Lang become as cold as ice today?

When the noisy human voice came from a distance, Xiao Lang froze, Su Mianyang let go of his hand knowingly, and the two tacitly kept their distance without saying a word.

Zhang Haichao was full of anxiety, but when he saw Su Mianyang, he stopped and patted his good brother on the shoulder, "Brother Yang, the first place in the group is really awesome, congratulations anyway. So what, how is my goddess? "

As soon as these words came out, Su Mianyang could feel Xiao Lang's gaze on the back of his neck without turning his head. Resisting the urge to sew Zhang Haichao's mouth shut, he raised his head and signaled towards the infirmary, "Go and see for yourself." Bar."

Zhang Haichao hurried into the infirmary, and several other students also entered the room together.

Xiao Lang quietly looked at Su Mianyang and waited for an explanation.

"First in the group, but that's the end of it." Su Mianyang knew Xiao Lang's intentions, and he shrugged nonchalantly, "I came to see you after the first round, and I didn't participate in the rematch."

After hearing this explanation, Xiao Lang was very helpless, "So you don't care about the competition?"

"Sorry, I'm such a selfish person," Su Mianyang said, "Honor and you, no matter how many times I choose you, I will choose you without hesitation."

Xiao Lang said in a low voice: "Don't do this next time, it won't be too late to finish the run."

"Don't worry, the sprint is purely an individual registration, it doesn't take up the selection quota, and it has nothing to do with the group. It's too late to regret it. I'm your boyfriend who you personally admit. You can't turn your face and deny someone."

Seeing that Xiao Lang didn't respond, Su Mianyang couldn't wait to respond even more. He said in a vicious tone, "I warn you, don't push yourself too hard, don't force me to kneel down and beg you."

Xiao Lang thought it was funny, "Then I really have to take a closer look?"

"You man," Su Mianyang stroked his sleeves, "If you get angry again, I'll take you away on my shoulders."

Xiao Lang smiled and said nothing, he didn't believe that Su Mianyang could do such a bold thing, but he also knew that it was best not to touch Su Mianyang's bottom line at this time.

Xiao Lang changed the subject at the right time, "The competition is all about participation, and it happens that we can watch other people's games together."

In the afternoon there was a long-distance running competition. Most of the students in the class gathered together to cheer for the contestants. Xiao Lang didn't like the excitement, so Su Mianyang found a place with few people to sit.

When the sun came out, it was a bit dazzling. Su Mianyang took off his coat and put it on the heads of the two people. Xiao Lang didn't speak, but quietly took the corner of the coat beside him, and the two of them supported the world under the coat together.

"Sorry." Xiao Lang heard Su Mianyang say this when the contestants were getting ready.

"What?" Xiao Lang subconsciously asked him.

"Kiss you in public without your consent."

When the sharp whistle blew, the clear sky in front of him was shrouded in darkness. Su Mianyang came sideways and pulled down his coat with one hand to block everyone's sight. When the last ray of light disappeared, the soft touch fell on Xiao Xiao. Lang's lips.

Xiao Lang's whole body was tense, and he didn't dare to move, for fear of being noticed by others.But fortunately Su Mianyang hadn't lost his mind completely, the kiss was just lightly tapped on his lips and then separated, Xiao Lang was still a little dazed when the light reappeared.

A flood of human voices poured in, and screams broke out on the field. When No.1 crossed the finish line, Xiao Lang lowered his head and covered his burning ears.

Zhang Haichao, who had finished the run, walked over staggeringly, his pace was so fast that he almost fell directly in front of Su Mianyang.

Su Mianyang subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect Xiao Lang. After realizing that Zhang Haichao could still stand still, Su Mianyang quickly supported him and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

"How did you find us here?" Seeing Zhang Haichao's nose bursting into tears, Su Mianyang endured the urge to laugh for a long time.

"I'm number one!" Zhang Haichao's voice was hoarse, and he took two mouthfuls of mineral water, "Tell me, what is the probability that I will succeed in confessing to Goddess Qian?"

"If the goddess doesn't agree, just wipe all the snot and tears on her body?" Su Mianyang said and glanced at Xiao Lang, Xiao Lang understood, and handed Zhang Haichao a tissue, "Wipe."

After Zhang Haichao calmed down a bit, he put his hands on his knees to breathe. He looked back and forth between Su Mianyang and the two of them a few times, and asked suspiciously, "Father Lang, your neck and the back of your ears are so red. Didn't you run? Are you allergic?"

Xiao Lang covered his hot ears again, but his face remained calm as usual, "It's from the sun."

Zhang Haichao didn't doubt Xiao Lang's words, but just sighed that the sun is really poisonous.

Su Mianyang didn't want Zhang Haichao to ask any more questions, so he picked up a random topic and said that he wanted a few people to gather to celebrate his achievements, and the three of them went back to the classroom with the big team.

The sports meeting ended successfully, Class [-] got good grades, and got back two certificates. Liu Juan praised the award-winning students in the evening self-study, and the students in the class also booed.

Seeing that the class was about to end and everyone hadn't recovered from the joyful atmosphere, Liu Juan worriedly mentioned that she should pay attention to her status, after all, the important midterm exam was coming soon.

It is related to the situation of the third class of senior high school. This time, the math test paper was written by a senior teacher of high school. The difficulty is not small. The math book of the parallel class of liberal arts is prone to shortcomings. looked up.

Hearing that the mathematics questions were given by a teacher named Yi Gao, Xiao Lang paused while turning the pages of the book, and he slightly lowered his head and lowered his eyes.

When the evening self-study was about to end, Su Mianyang put down the paper. He did a math problem for a class, and his mind was dizzy. It was time to recharge.

Su Mianyang looked to the side. Xiao Lang seemed to be looking for something. He had been rummaging since Liu Juan finished speaking, and he hasn't stopped yet.

Su Mianyang didn't want to disturb Xiao Lang, so he could only touch and stretch his legs under Xiao Lang's desk, hooking his boyfriend's leg.

Xiao Lang's movements paused, and he raised his eyes to look at Su Mianyang.

"You're busy, don't worry about me," Su Mian Yangquan pretended not to understand Xiao Lang's eyes, and said directly on the table, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep, call me in the next class."

Xiao Lang had no choice but to lighten his movements and let Su Mianyang hook his leg.

About three to five minutes later, Su Mianyang's breathing became even, and Xiao Lang carefully put the found paper in the book, and couldn't help but look aside.

Su Mianyang was resting on one arm, with his head buried in the crook of his arm and did not move. The other hand naturally drooped and was placed on the heel of the same leg. It seemed that he was already fast asleep.

Su Mianyang, who was sleeping soundly, put away his usual flamboyance, and his quiet side face was somewhat cute, in line with the youth and vigor that this age group should have. Xiao Lang stared at it for a long time before looking away.

Even though get out of class is not over now, no one will notice them, Xiao Lang still glanced around calmly, and after confirming that no one saw them, he silently lowered his right hand and slowly walked towards Su Mianyang's left hand.

Someone in the class suddenly coughed and startled Xiao Lang, his heart was pounding, and he restrained himself so much that he didn't show any abnormalities.

Xiao Lang picked up the pen with his left hand and pretended to write, while his right hand continued to slowly move down until he finally touched Su Mianyang's hand.

Xiao Lang carefully covered the back of Su Mianyang's hand, his fingers trembling and slowly slid between Su Mianyang's five fingers.

After doing all this, the big stone in Xiao Lang's heart suddenly fell to the ground. He lowered his head like a guilty conscience and forced himself to focus on the textbook.

And the fact that the fingertips were pinched by Su Mianyang's curled up five fingers at the next moment made Xiao Lang's heart throbbing with pain as if being tightly grasped by someone.

Xiao Lang tilted his head pretending to be calm, just in time to meet Su Mianyang's eyes smiling like crescent moons.

The window next to me was open, and the cool evening breeze blew in, the leaves on the huge canopy of the elms rustled, the sound of writing from all directions in the class could be heard in my left ear, and the burning heat was burning again under my right ear. Looking down from time to time on the podium was Jiang Yu, the squad leader. Zhang Haichao, who was sitting by the window, was so hot that he rolled up his short sleeves and exposed his belly to fan the wind.

In a trance, all the sounds disappeared, leaving only the blood flowing at the intersection of the ten fingers.

His heart was beating almost unbearably fast.