Xiangyang-kun, come here

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The third day happened to be Friday, the last extra training after school, and when I got home at night, I told my mother that I would go out with Xiangyang tomorrow.

She only squinted her eyes: "How much does it cost?"

I reckon: "The money for a juice drink."

"Very good! Just keep it like this for me!" My mother immediately took out the money and slapped it on the table, "Don't go to a karaoke place or something. He said he didn't want to go to treat guests?"

I nodded: "Got it."

"..." My mother suddenly looked at me with folded arms full of love and admiration, "It's the first time I gave Xiaohui money for going out with friends... Oh no, money for dating. It's almost the same anyway."

I:"……"

It is true that I have never gone out with my friends where I need money, but why do you make me look so miserable when you say it...

In the evening, I packed my schoolbag to take with me tomorrow and went to sleep.

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The next day, I got up, and my mother estimated that she would sleep all day.

After breakfast, I put my schoolbag on my back and waited at the door of the house.

The meeting place we agreed on was in front of my house.

I only waited for a minute or two before a boy riding a bicycle appeared in the distance. He was carrying a huge messenger bag and wearing a sports jacket with black and white stripes.White sneakers faded to shadows on the pedals.

He slammed on the brakes in front of me, and a gust of air made my forehead hair flutter for a moment.

"Good morning Xiaohui!"

Xiangyang looked full of energy.

I slowly got on my bike and said, "Good morning."

We have to ride to the business district. There is no need to hurry. I ride slowly.

When we arrived at the street in the commercial district, he and I locked the bicycle first. After thinking about it, I took out the second chain from my schoolbag and locked me and his bicycle together.

Me: "Because there are many thieves."

Xiangyang squatted beside me: "Yeah."

I locked it, and when I turned my head, the person who was supposed to be watching me lock the car met my eyes, as if he had been looking at me just now.

Straight cat eyes, no sunset light to make the eyes orange, normal amber, like coffee.

When I looked over, he looked away in shock, and turned his head so fast that I suspected he was about to shake his head off.

I was also taken aback by his quick and forceful movement, and the chain in my hand fell to the ground with a thud: "..."

...Forget it, it's locked anyway.

I stood up, Xiangyang jumped up almost at the same time, he laughed a few times: "I, I, let's go in quickly! There will be no seats later."

I'm being matter-of-fact: "There won't be too many people this early."

"Too……"

I pushed open the door of the dessert and drink shop, found a random seat and sat down, Xiangyang sat opposite me.

The waiter dutifully brought the menu, "Hello, what do you need?"

I held up the menu: "I want a glass of strawberry juice."

"Okay..." The waiter wrote it down in a small notebook, and suddenly glanced at us both, and said with a smile, "Are you brothers and sisters?"

I looked at Xiangyang, who was staring down at the menu, and raised his head to look at me upon hearing this.

"..."

"..."

We both looked at each other, speechless.

I was just wondering does he look older than me?impossible?Although Xiangyang is a bit taller than me—but how do you think I am more mature if I am calm and expressionless?

Xiangyang blinked, seemed to notice my fugue, and smiled at the waiter: "No."

Well, his smile is inexplicably different from usual, probably because it gives people a slow and determined feeling.

I came back to my senses and answered, "We are in a relationship."

Xiangyang seemed to be about to speak, but his eyes lit up when I preempted him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so cute.

I'm not in the mood to popularize my relationship with others, so I repeat: "I want a glass of strawberry juice."

The waiter smiled deeper and said, "It's ok."

I always feel that there is something subtle about her smile...

And Xiangyang seemed to be immersed in his own world, he couldn't help laughing, he squeezed his face with his hands in an attempt to stop, but he still couldn't help it, grinning, and then he lifted the menu to cover his face.

But the spiky orange hedgehog pops out of the menu, quivering and visibly still laughing.

I:"……"

The waiter covered his mouth and snickered: "It's so cute."

Me: "Xiangyang, what do you want?"

"Just the same as Xiaohui's!"

The waiter took the menu and left, and I looked at him without a shield.

Me: "Are you happy?"

Xiangyang looked left and right, then secretly laughed again: "Yes."

This man is unexpectedly honest... I thought he would be shy.

I nodded and took out my homework from my schoolbag.

Xiangyang also opened the zipper of the messenger bag, and I saw a white ball inside, no wonder it was so bulging...

Me: "Are you going to play volleyball?"

Xiangyang: "Ah yes, just by the way when we go back..."

He scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "I found that I still have a lot of shortcomings in the last competition. I just asked the seniors of the women's volleyball team for advice a few days ago and wanted to practice."

"Then I won't fight with you, I won't be able to run." I thought for a while, "But I can watch you fight."

"Eh!? Why can't Xiaohui run anymore?" Xiangyang's eyes widened.

Me: "I had a lot of extra training yesterday, and my legs were sore."

"That... that just rode a bicycle..."

"It's okay, I'm used to it. The best way to relieve soreness is jogging, but if you catch the ball too hard, you may cramp."

"Yeah, that Xiaohui..." He stuck for a moment, as if silently taking back what he was going to say, and changed his words, "...Just sit by the side and watch me...!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed very guilty and didn't dare to look at me.

I just took out a black pen from the pen case, and before I could answer, Xiangyang added: "Of course, you can go back first..."

I simply asked directly: "Do you want me to go back first or watch you fight?"

"Eh?"

I explained: "I don't know if you want to fight by yourself or let someone watch, I can do both, so I ask you."

Don't ask me to guess... I usually can't guess.

Xiangyang was stunned for a second, his almost observing eyes swept over my face, and suddenly smiled at me, "Okay, I want Xiaohui to watch."

"Oh, I see." I didn't respond. I opened the homework book, which contained the score slip of the last exam. I read it and sighed.

Xiangyang also arranged the textbooks, looked over curiously, didn't ask, and didn't peek at the desktop, just looked at me with those eyes.

I had to say: "Xiangyang, are your grades good? No, are your Mandarin scores good?"

"Mandarin?... so-so? Uh, very bad?" Xiangyang hesitated.

I handed him my grade slip.

Xiangyang took a look at it, and first sighed: "Mathematics is good, Xiaohui...how can Mandarin be so good!?"

"..." He paused, glanced at me, pretended to shake the grade slip, and said seriously, "That's not true, this is a lot of points, and if you do a few more multiple-choice questions correctly, you will pass, um, very good .”

He cleverly avoided my shortcomings in Mandarin, and directly grabbed the big math quatkua. I felt that I would be able to go to Yale in a second from his mouth.

As I listened, I subconsciously straightened my legs a little, only to lightly kick something with my toes.

Xiangyang immediately fell silent.

I am sorry…"

Xiangyang immediately said: "It's okay, so Xiaohui wants to improve her Mandarin score?"

"Hmm... that's it."

I retract my legs.

He raised his eyes and took a peek at me, and he was not ashamed to be bumped into by me, instead he said: "If Xiaohui straightens a little more comfortably, just straighten it."

Me: "...Okay."

I looked down, out of the way of his leg position, to his right.

"Can you let me see Xiaohui's test paper? Ah, of course, my grades are not very good... I should say very bad..." He beeped softly.

I negotiated: "It's okay, I just need someone to help me explain the answer. I can help you with the math."

"Uh-huh."

I handed him the test paper, and Xiangyang went through it, focusing on reading comprehension.

He was hesitant to speak, but he wanted to: "Um...Xiaohui, this description of the weather should express the protagonist's happy mood because of his success. Why did you simply describe the weather in the article..."

I was dissatisfied and said: "If she is happy, she can just write happy, and I have to guess. Can the weather change with her mood?"

"..." Xiangyang looked at me cautiously, the lower part of his face was blocked by the test paper.

I don't know why I always feel like he's snickering...

"Because it's an expression." He cleared his throat, and the test papers were spread out on the table. Xiangyang smiled, and stared at me with slightly curved eyes, "And many of them are very reserved."

"Also, this sentence is so famous, Xiaohui still wrote it wrong." He pointed to another question in the test paper, "It's a sub-question."

I looked at it, and there are three questions in that question. The first question is the specific meaning of "the moonlight is so beautiful tonight", and then the next two questions increase the difficulty.

I stared at it for a few seconds, and suddenly realized: "I know, but isn't she alone?"

"That's right," Xiangyang danced and danced, trying to make me understand, "I just said it to my lover who is far away."

I was silent for a second, "I hate being reserved. If you think about it, just say you think about it, and if you like it, just say you like it. Is it so difficult to say it?"

"It's a kind of romance." Xiangyang propped his cheeks, didn't smile, and thought for a while, "But Xiaohui may be more suitable for straightforward, and you may just skip the implicit words."

I nodded.

He laughed: "It's really decisive to admit it."

I managed to understand a little bit, and took out a new set of Mandarin papers.

After all, both of us are bad at Mandarin, no matter how much we tutor you, we can't figure out why.

Xiangyang also quieted down, only the slight sound of turning the pages of the book.

We didn't do much until the strawberry juice was served. I took a sip and continued writing, frowning and trying to complicate my reading comprehension.

There were more and more people in the store. Suddenly, I moved unconsciously. I had seen the position of Xiangyang's legs, so I wouldn't touch him.

However, it happened, and he approached.

The shorts I wear are also for Xiangyang, so the side of the calf close to the ankle is attached to his leg at once, without any fabric separating it, it is completely attached to the skin.

I froze and looked up.

Xiangyang was still doing his homework, and I watched him. His head gradually lowered to the point where he couldn't see his eyes. He could only see the reddened tip of his nose, pinnae, and furry orange hair on top of his head. His hands gradually became stiff, and his knuckles were also stained. pink.

Me: "..." Such a strong psychological quality.

I kept watching, and he had to raise his head: "How is the writing, Xiaohui?"

...This guy, who didn't move his legs or tell me to leave, seemed like he wanted to stay put.

Me: "I think it's still very difficult, and it has nothing to do with the standard answer."

Xiangyang: "Just think a few more times?"

"I don't know how to think."

"Well……"

"So why aren't there a few straight-up writers who write articles?"

"Then there's no need for reading comprehension? Even Xiaohui, it's hard to come up with such straightforward titles, right?"

"It's quite simple, for example," I paused, and I wanted to let his legs go back to the original place and not to support them, and said it directly as an example, "You are sticking to me, is it on purpose?"

I waited silently for him to bounce back shyly, and then I could occupy that position.

Xiangyang indeed blushed even more, he lowered his head and remained silent for a while.

I waited for a while, and he said calmly with a red face, "Yes."

Xiangyang raised his eyes and looked straight at me, pursed his lips, and said firmly: "Of course I want to get close to the person I like."

The cat-like eyes that were originally soft and sunny became firm but with ruthless fangs, fierce and full of momentum.

I couldn't help but squeeze the hand that held the pen.

Strangely, the heartbeat from the day before the confession returned, and I frowned.

"Xiaohui?" Xiangyang tilted his head, with a pure expression, "You are blushing."

I:"……"

A subtle feeling of being held down.

I said back: "You too."

"Huh?...Well, I know." He touched his face, understating it.

……This guy…

Instead, I was emotionally raised, so I got angry and didn't mention the matter of letting his legs leave, and I didn't take the initiative to back down.

Okay, isn't it just as if it doesn't exist?

I started to concentrate on writing the test paper, and after a few minutes, I really got into it and forgot what happened just now.

He vaguely heard Xiangyang's laughter, but when he looked up, he found that he was writing the question seriously, without laughing at all.

I:"?"

I'm hallucinating?

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The author has something to say:

Xiangyang, a person who found the right way to attack after getting along with Xiaohui for several months.

In terms of Mandarin scores: the two of them are worse than each other... (why)

.感谢在2022-02-2016:25:11~2022-02-2800:17:28期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 2 bottles of wind language; 1 bottle of whipping horses to find wild flowers;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!