Xiangyang-kun, come here

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Xiangyang fell to the ground with a slap, and the people around him hurried to play after class.

I was so shocked that I didn't know what to do for a while.

...Xiangyang, died.

I held my breath: "..."

Xiangyang is carrying a cross-body bag, leaning on the cross-body bag with his back, and closing his eyes, which is very real.

I slowly squatted down, squatting next to his head.

Stretch out a finger to poke his head, shaggy orange hair.

Xiangyang's head tilted in the direction I poked.

I:"?"

I poked his face again, the soft flesh was extremely warm.

I pinched his nose again, Xiangyang quietly opened his mouth due to the pressure of breathing...

I stood up straight: "Hurry up, let's go."

Xiangyang opened his eyes and quickly got up, "Wait, wait, wait for me, Xiaohui!"

***

Because of the one-month preparation period, Xiangyang entered the intense fast-paced training time.

I was about the same, because I was pegged when I first arrived at the track and field club.

I pressed my legs: "..."

Sakai: Stare at——

I warm up with my legs high.

Sakai: Stare at——

I've started running.

Sakai followed me: stare——

I immediately had a thorn in my back, and after running, I said to her, "What do you want to do?"

Sakai took out a registration form with a firm expression on his face.

...where did it come from? ? ?

I sighed wordlessly, "How many people do you need?"

"It's a short, three-person marathon."

"Three people." I pondered for a moment, "How many kilometers?"

"The general international marathon is 42.195 kilometers. This time it will be cut in half. Three people will relay, and one person will be [-] kilometers."

I looked at her, and Sakai still had the same neat short hair that has remained unchanged since junior high school, and her eyebrows were of the strong type. Unlike my harmless appearance, she had a sharp and imposing appearance.

When I get angry, no one is afraid.

Sakai was not angry, just frowning slightly was bluffing.

I looked at her for a while, and Sakai said, "It's not a very intense race, it's only seven kilometers. Are you coming?"

I took the registration form in her hand and browsed through it, and I was a little confused about my thoughts.

Right now the most important thing is to study, so next year's long-distance running can be exercised through club activities, or before class in the morning.

in case,

If this is the last time...

"it is good."

***

After the club activities were over, we walked into the changing room, and Sakai kept saying that he would find a third person soon.

I didn't see her guilty conscience, so I nodded: "I believe in you, Sakai."

Trust your communication skills, and I...

I opened the cabinet door expressionlessly.

I don't know anyone else who can run at all.

I took off my sports clothes, untied my headband and put it in the cabinet.

Suddenly aware of a gaze, I turned my head, Sakai turned around suddenly, but hit the cabinet door too hard.

She hurriedly raised her hand before I spoke: "It's okay! I'm fine!"

Me: "Oh..."

Sakai glanced at me, faltering: "You...you..."

me?"

"You buckle in the wrong place..." Sakai's voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Oh...you mean the vest?I touched my back, and it was true that the buckle was misplaced, so I said, "Thank you."

"fine."

After I changed my clothes, I stared at Sakai's long hair, which seemed to be a bit long.

She was already very hot, and the hair on the back of her head had covered the back of her neck long ago, and she couldn't breathe, making her look even hotter.

I said, "Do you want to tie your hair up? I have a scrunchie."

Sakai glanced at me, looked away awkwardly, and whispered: "No..."

I:"?"

Sakai: "I've been like this since elementary school, and I don't know how to tie my hair. It's okay, I'll go out and cut it off later."

"But it's still hot right now?" I said, thinking for a while, "How about I help you?"

Sakai suddenly vibrated for a second, his pupils trembled, and then sat down on the bench in the middle with a sullen face very honestly.

With a serious expression, I stood behind her with a hair rope, and gathered up her short hair that could only be tied into a small tug.

It can't be tied up even a little bit, and the length is not enough, so it can only be tied next to the back of the neck.

But I forgot that getting someone else's hair done is not the same thing as doing it yourself.

When I failed for the third time, my brows and eyes drooped: "Sorry..."

Sakai sat for an entire hour, stiff, straight and steady, and said slowly after hearing the words: "It's nothing, I'm not hot anymore...but,"

I heard her whisper.

"Are we actually all in a relationship with hair tied? So fast, faster than I thought... That's right, it's all about romance!... Um..."

I:"?"

She comforted me in every possible way, but when I left, I always felt that Sakai's steps were light and light, and I was so happy that I was bubbling.

I started to worry about what if I still can't help others if this happens next time?

Strictly speaking, Sakai is my only friend.

***

It's already the weekend before I learn how to tie my hair—that is, there is no practice object at all.

Xiangyang seemed to have been training outside for a long time, and came back on his bicycle humming near sunset.

This time is different, he seems to have entered the supermarket.

[Xiangyang: Is there anything Xiaohui needs to bring? =v=]

[Xiaohui: Can I bring a bag of salt? ]

[Xiangyang: (little bear standing at attention.jpg)]

[Xiangyang: No problem! ! ]

So when I finished the homework I assigned to myself and sat on the sofa watching TV for a rest, the doorbell rang.

I opened it, and Xiangyang parked the bicycle in front of my house, and he smiled brightly at me with the bag of salt.

His chest was heaving slightly, he was panting, the temperature outside had already started to cool down, but when Xiangyang stood up, he felt hot air rushing towards his face.

I looked at the thin sweat on his forehead: "You are very tired."

"No, I'm not tired."

"Come in and rest?"

"……it is good."

Walking in, I stuffed salt money into his messenger bag, but Xiangyang didn't notice it at all, he was exhausted, and as soon as he sat on the sofa, his whole body softened, and even his expression became "ah...happiness..." This, squinting.

I took a look and handed him a glass of water: "It seems that the training is very tiring."

"Hmm... But it's fine if you have everyone." Xiangyang smiled shyly and took the water glass, took a sip, "Not to mention Xiaohui."

I froze.

Xiangyang lowered his head and stared at the water in the glass, "Because Xiaohui will come and see."

"If at the beginning I had the idea that I must win, now I have the idea that I must win."

He raised his head and smiled softly at me, "It doesn't feel good to lose, but it will be the motivation for me to win. Right?"

I lowered my eyes and sat on another single sofa, "Yeah."

I noticed that Xiangyang was still staring at me, and even smiled deeper, not the usual silly cheerfulness, but more gentle, mature, like water.

The eyes are slightly bent, almost filled with a soft watery light.

"Then Xiaohui comes to watch my game," Xiangyang said suddenly, "Then I also want to watch Xiaohui's game."

I glanced at him and was silent for a moment.

I want to say that I will never participate in a competition of their size and importance.

It’s impossible for Xiangyang not to understand, he’s so good at observing words and expressions—although sometimes he acts foolishly towards others, and also wins people’s hearts by mistake, but he never takes the road of unintentional actions towards me.

He is simply very good at everything.

I couldn't help but think about next year's marathon, "Maybe next year."

Xiangyang kept smiling: "Yeah."

"..." I looked over suspiciously, "You didn't know it long ago, did you?"

"It's just intuition," Xiangyang said with a smile, "The last time I saw Xiaohui's friend wandering outside Xiaohui's class for a long time with the registration form."

Oh...huh? ?What do you see outside our class?

Xiangyang seemed to be really tired, he lay down on the coffee table and said to rest for a few minutes, but he fell into a dream instantly and slept very soundly.

I covered him with a blanket.

***

The first and last volleyball match Hinata Xiangyang participated in in junior high school was a disastrous defeat.

He cried, but quickly cheered up with that crying face, and said harsh words to Kageyama from another school, until he grabbed the handlebar of the bicycle before he had a whim.

I want to catch up with Xiaohui's game!

All the other companions went back, but he was the only one struggling to get to school.

Maybe Xiangyang didn't catch up in Xiaohui's memory, so she went directly to her classroom to find her.

But that day, Xiangyang caught up, and he caught up sweating profusely.

It happened to be her last 50 meters, so Xiangyang did not continue to walk towards the iron gate to enter the playground, but watched nervously from outside the fence around the playground.

In fact, he really likes Xiaohui who is running. No, it should be said that he likes Xiaohui in every state. He likes eating, reading, writing and sleeping peacefully.

The ten fingers of the young man's hands clasped the guardrail in front of him nervously, bending his knuckles from the gap.

Her back was clearly reflected in the amber eyes.

...It must, must be very difficult.

He couldn't catch up, just like the game he just played.

No, Xiaohui should try her best no matter what. He could see that the girl was in a state of exertion, but she still forced herself to speed up.

Just like Xiangyang, no matter how the opposite Yingshan plays or how the score falls behind, he will try his best to catch it, even if he knocks himself out of the court.

Soon, she ran across the finish line and fell down in an instant.

Xiangyang's pupils shrank subconsciously and wanted to run over, and in the next second Xiaohui's friend set her up.

Only then did Xiangyang stop, and put his hand on the guardrail again.

He stared blankly at Xiao Hui being helped out by others.

……Why?He lost, but Xiao Hui couldn't lose, how sad she was.

Xiangyang knows that Ainoe actually cares, she cares about the achievements of all the hard work.

So... how sad she will be...

Xiaohui is so sad...

The heart sobbed for a moment, and the fingers clasped between the guardrails.

The black-haired girl in the distance was helped to leave, her whole body was exhausted, and from Xiangyang's angle, she could only see her weak back and drooping head.

He should have gone to her.but.

The eyes that had just cried on the volleyball court were moist again, and the tears fell down. The boy puffed up his cheeks and tried to restrain himself, but he still couldn't control the tears pouring out of his eyes, like a hamster, and felt extremely sad.

When Xiaohui won in the past, he was so happy that he couldn't control it, as if he had won—that's what he thought before.

But Xiangyang has never won, and he has never competed before, so how can he know what it feels like to win.

Now that Xiaohui lost, he realized that the great sadness in his heart was stronger and longer than when he lost.

Because Xiangyang himself lost, he will not stop, he will cheer up quickly, and turn the sadness of losing into the motivation to become stronger.

He will not fall.

But Xiaohui lost, but he would think... as if he didn't think about anything, but was overwhelmed by sadness.

Overwhelmed by Shoyo Hinata's sadness because of the fact that "she will be sad".

Why are there things in this world that make Xiaohui sad?If only she was happy every minute of every second.

He will be happy too.

The face is gradually covered with moisture.

Can't be seen by Xiaohui.he thought.

The young man cried quietly, tears kept coming out of his eyes, and he roughly wiped the wetness off his face with the palm of his hand.

The overly bright sun made his orange hair even more dazzling, and also made his watery eyes even brighter.

He paused for a moment and patted his face.

Um!Cheer up!I still have to meet Xiaohui!

Xiangyang walked towards the teaching building, washed his face and dried it, fearing that Xiaohui would leave before him, the boy started running in the corridor.

He flung open the classroom door.

The girls in the classroom recovered, wearing school uniforms.

She was biting a straw to drink milk, and the sunset light cast a hazy red light on her.

Xiangyang saw the color of her eye ends at a glance.

The tense beating heart calmed down.

Xiangyang loosened his grip on the door frame.

...he just pretended not to know.Xiangyang thought.

Xiaohui is so determined, at least she won't be overly sad, but he will.

He was sad for her heartbreak.

Sad for her sadness.

He is also helping her demonstrate all the smiles and happiness that her indifferent appearance can't express, empathizing with her.

...Maybe that's what it's like to like someone.

It's like liking someone very, very much.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-04-1223:13:13~2022-04-1400:03:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 255546721;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: the whole village hopes that Yang Meili will have one;

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