Xiangyang-kun, come here

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Time passed quickly. After I finished writing, I took a sip of strawberry juice, and the straw made an empty sizzle sound.

I glanced at my test paper and looked up, Xiangyang was thinking hard... No, he was completely asleep.

The math test paper pressed by the arm was full of difficult handwriting. Even writing an A of a multiple-choice question was extremely difficult and hesitant, and every stroke was very distorted.

His face is pillowed in the crook of his arms, the soft flesh on his face is piled up, and he squeezes his closed eyes, which looks cute.

I paused and poked him with the other end of the pen.

Xiangyang woke up immediately, his back straightened, "I'm writing seriously!"

His knee-jerk reaction was like a student sleeping in class, and I was the teacher.

Xiangyang's head was clear, and he knew he was talking nonsense, so he scratched his face in embarrassment. The test paper on the table was crumpled by him, and he touched it embarrassingly.

I didn't care about his study attitude: "I'm done, I'll tutor you in math this afternoon."

I thought for a while: "It's also counted as my review."

Xiangyang didn't expect to learn to wait for him here, so he said hello dryly.

There was still a red mark on the left side of his face, which seemed to be hot, so he wiped it with the back of his hand.

My eyes were a little tired after writing for a long time, so I rubbed it and said, "I'm hungry."

Xiangyang stared at me blankly, staring straight at me, I rubbed my eyes and looked back suspiciously.

I emphasized again: "I'm so hungry."

"...Hungry? Oh, I'm hungry!" Xiangyang hurriedly cleaned up the stationery and test papers on the table, "Let's go have lunch quickly."

The speed of speech is extremely fast, trying to cover up.

I had packed it up a long time ago, and watched him gulp down the strawberry juice in one gulp. He almost didn't swallow the last sip, and he insisted on drinking it with puffed cheeks.

Me: "What to eat?"

"What would Xiaohui want to eat?"

I thought about it, it would cost money to eat out, and do I have to come here again in the afternoon?Doesn't that mean you have to buy a drink?

Not cost-effective.

Me: "Why don't you come to my house for dinner, and then do your homework in the living room."

"...?"

Xiangyang couldn't believe it, and pointed to himself: "Wait...wait a minute, is Xiaohui inviting me to the house? Me? Hinata Xiangyang?"

"That's right. It doesn't cost money."

He opened his mouth again and again, but there was no sound.

I frowned, thinking that I didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Isn't it too fast? Doesn't Xiaohui have a mother at home? What if it happens to me...too bad I'm wearing sportswear! Also, I washed my hair last night and I feel like washing it again. Xiaohui's mother doesn't Will you hate me? What if you are not satisfied..." He kept talking for a long time without stopping, touching his hair for a while, and pulling his clothes for a while, flustered.

After hearing the next sentence, I forgot the previous sentence, and couldn't help but stop: "Stop."

He stopped abruptly and was very obedient.

I explained: "My mother usually sleeps all day and won't see each other."

Xiangyang was extremely anxious, and when we walked out of the beverage store, he muttered stiffly beside us.

I got on my bike and he was still muttering.

On the way, he was still muttering.

When he arrived at my door, he fell silent for a moment.

I parked the bicycle at the door, and Xiangyang's hand to lock the bicycle was trembling slightly.

It's rare for me to comfort people: "It's okay, we are doing serious business."

He nodded like a pounding garlic: "..."

...looks more tense.

Opening the door, I gave him a pair of slippers: "Here you are."

"Hit..." Xiangyang opened his mouth and suddenly recalled that my mother should be sleeping, and immediately lowered the volume, "Excuse me..."

I took off my shoes, wore short socks, and stepped on the floor. After looking around, I remembered that I was sleepy in the morning and left the slippers in the bedroom.

Gotta get it.

There are cold tiles at the entrance, and the wooden floor inside the house, the wooden floor is a little higher than the tile floor.

I stepped on it and was about to go to the bedroom. After walking a few steps, Xiangyang didn't seem to be dressed yet, but when he saw me leaving, he hurriedly said: "Wait, Xiaohui...!"

bump!

I was startled, and when I turned around, the orange-haired boy ran towards me in a hurry without even putting on his slippers. He stumbled over the high wooden floor, stumbled abruptly, and slapped his face on the ground. The slippers Also flew.

"..." I watched him collapse there like a pancake.

I leaned down to help him up: "Are you all right?"

Xiangyang fell into a daze, and his face was blank when I helped him up.

Until the nose shed red liquid.

I said in surprise: "You have a nosebleed, go to the bathroom to wash."

He put on the slippers in a daze, and was helped into the bathroom by me in a daze, covering his nose the whole time.

I didn't realize it until I was flushing the nosebleed on the sink.

I took the toilet paper in the living room and put it aside, and watched him wash it. Xiangyang lowered his head and rinsed it under the water pipe. I couldn’t see his expression, but the orange hedgehog hair on his head was about to be wet by the water column , I paused, and reached out to hold him down.

...Well, the hair is so soft.

As soon as Xiangyang stopped moving, his hands changed from splashing water on his face to covering his face, covering his face tightly.

Me: "How are you?"

I'm tired of pressing.

Xiangyang turned off the faucet with one hand, then retracted it to cover his face, and whispered: "I... it's my first time to come to Xiaohuajia..."

Me: "Well."

He sobbed: "I just fell down and got a nosebleed—it was my first date...and fell asleep in the morning..."

"..." I could only see his red ears and prickly hair.

...Wait, is this crying? …Why?

I asked directly: "Are you crying?"

He sobbed and kept secret, "No..."

I:"……"

I grabbed his wrist and wanted to break it off, but he straightened up and tried to cover it, but I couldn't pull it off.

"Don't look at me, it's so embarrassing..." Xiangyang felt aggrieved, "I don't want Xiaohui to see it."

I was taken aback, "Okay, then I'll close my eyes and just wash it once."

I kept my eyes shut very much as promised.

The washroom is small and quiet, and the slightest sound can be infinitely amplified.

He seemed to pause for a few seconds, and the sound of water flowed again.

I reminded him: "The hand towel is on the pole of the washing machine. You should use tissue paper to wipe your face. I got it from the living room."

Xiangyang responded with a low voice, and then the faucet was turned off tightly.

I waited for a while, but the hand beside me was suddenly grabbed. I was frightened and opened my eyes unconsciously.

He was looking down at my hand, a few strands of hair on his forehead were wet, he did not cry, probably the tears just swirled around his eyes a few times before being abruptly withdrawn, the nosebleed stopped flowing, his face was washed clean, Still dripping, the water drops flowed down the neck and disappeared into the collar.

It's not the soft and wronged one I imagined, but a calm expression, with lowered eyes, only eyelash feathers can be seen, and lips are pursed tightly, looking fierce.

For a moment, I thought that the limp Xiangyang who felt ashamed of himself just now was imagined by me.

Sensing my gaze, Xiangyang raised his eyes, and his lips parted slightly as if he wanted to speak.

I reacted and closed my eyes again: "Sorry, I haven't opened them before."

Closing his eyes in darkness, he was silent for a second, then laughed.

"Then I was wrong." Xiangyang said along the way.

In the next second, the towel gently sucked the water droplets on my hand. I was very careful, and I couldn't help asking: "Why are you wiping my hands?"

"Xiaohui's hand just helped me press my hair and got wet." He explained.

I opened a slit in one eye: "So I can open it?"

"Of course."

I opened my eyes, and my hands were wiped carefully. The soft touch of the towel slid over the back of my hands, and the fingertips were also well-patterned. Occasionally, the palms of my palms touched the fingertips of Xiangyang's hand holding me, warm and warm. hot.

The other party was very serious and focused.

As a result, as soon as I was done, a drop of water dripped from the tip of his forehead hair, and it fell on the back of my hand, and I fainted.

Xiangyang was taken aback for a moment, then wiped dry in silence.

I politely said: "Thank you."

Xiangyang tilted his head: "You're welcome?"

He didn't seem to care about the water on his face, so I just took a few pieces of paper to help him wipe it off.

Xiangyang blinked and stared at me, but obediently did not move.

Only when I wipe his eyes does he close them with a bang.

His ears were red, but he still had a calm and focused expression.

I wiped his forehead, and the orange forehead hair was lifted up, revealing the whole face full of youth, Xiangyang looked at me and smiled for some reason.

Very well-behaved, like a big dog.

I said, "It's not that embarrassing."

Xiangyang whispered: "I should be able to do better."

Me: "Let's talk about it next time, anyway, we still have a date in the future."

Xiangyang's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he let out a hum. When I wiped his side face, it was as if he had scratched his flesh. He laughed uncontrollably. , I seem to like it very much, and I will take the initiative to put my face on it without me needing to find a location.

The surroundings are quiet, the distance between me and him has shortened, I don’t know who moved first, and I haven’t worn slippers yet—fortunately, the floor is clean.

But after a while, I had to get close to wipe his face, and inadvertently stepped on his slippers with my toes.

I:"……"

Xiangyang didn't look down, but stared straight into my eyes and met my gaze, but the feet under the slippers moved restlessly, tilted up and then retracted, and passed them clearly through the slippers, as if sending me toes up and down.

I even had a vision of a wagging tail wagging behind him.

I:"……"

...I always feel that I am not wiping my face, but petting a dog...

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感谢在2022-02-2800:17:28~2022-03-1420:44:53期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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