Xiangyang-kun, come here

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In the entire junior high school, Hinata Xiangyang only played one official volleyball match.

Of course, Snow Hill Middle School didn't have a men's volleyball team at all, and Xiangyang had to do his best to rebuild the team. Even so, it was on the verge of collapse, and the number of people for the official competition was not even enough.

In that only match, although he met a very powerful guy who didn't speak very well, I have to say that Xiangyang learned a lot.

On the same day, I also got a confession from Xiaohui, who I have been secretly in love with for a long time... Is it real! ?

The classmate Ainoe in the next class is famous for her facial paralysis, but Xiangyang has known her for a while, and found that she is the same on the outside—the facial paralysis that looks like she is in a daze is actually in a daze. The eyes of the crowd are sharp. It's real wood.

Or not in a daze, but complaining?Think of something weird.

He looks dull, even with a straight face, because of his appearance and the baby fat on his face, he has no deterrent effect at all.

The shoulder-length black hair is usually gently and softly draped over the ears, and it will be tied up when running, forming a small ponytail at the back of the head, which can easily jump up and down with the owner's movements.

Xiangyang also didn't understand the reason why he fell in love with Aino, he just felt that one day he couldn't take his eyes off suddenly, so he was used to looking in his field of vision, without any reason.

Koji and Aquan didn't think it was a big deal when they watched the excitement, and they often met Aino-san in the cafeteria with a laugh and pushed him out.

The black-haired girl was unmoved, but silently glanced at his dinner plate.

Hinata Xiangyang comprehended: "That... was played at window 2..."

She nodded: "Thank you."

"Do not……"

She passed by and walked straight to the window where the rice cooker was cooked.

Xiangyang was so nervous that her heart was pounding. When she left, she was relieved and felt a little disappointed.

Although she is one of the few people who can talk to Aino-san, they are not very close.

The time they spent together was all earned by Xiangyang himself.

Aino would get on his bicycle and go to school for a run in advance, so he would count on the time and make sure he could catch up on the way.

The first time he passed by cautiously, he stammered: "Ai... Good morning Aino-san... What a coincidence..."

She didn't look sideways, and even accelerated because of being "overtaken".

Xiangyang stared blankly at her back: "..."

This is not heard at all! !

He followed her silently, his face flushed, and he didn't have the courage to go forward.

For the second time, he rushed to her side, took a deep breath, and raised his voice: "Good morning, Aino-san!!"

"?" Ainoe was a little surprised when she heard her name, although her eyes widened slightly for a moment, "...good morning."

"What a coincidence." Xiangyang said the lines that had passed hundreds of times in his heart.

"Ah... indeed."

There was no words all the way, only the sound of the wind, and his beating heart.

A few words already made him so happy that every cell in his body was about to explode.

From the corner of the eye, he pays attention to the opponent's actions all the time, and every punctuation mark of the opponent is extremely precious.

he!Hinata Xiangyang!Now is the happiest!

……

A few months later, he was going to muster up the courage he had spent more than ten years to confess.

At that time, I had already gotten to know Aino-san a lot, and through his unremitting efforts, his address changed from Aino-san to Xiaohui, and he even got used to going to and from school with him.

Xiangyang mentioned that it would be good for her to call herself Xiangyang, but Xiaohui was very unaccustomed to it, and still blurted out Hinata-kun, and the two gave up after three wrong calls.

The confession he planned was just to convey his heart while eating sushi together on the rooftop.

The orange-haired boy lowered his head and was so nervous that his eyes almost turned into mosquito coils, "Xiao...Xiaohui..."

"Ah, the white clouds in the sky are very beautiful." She looked up while eating sushi.

Xiangyang took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at her seriously: "Yes, everything looks good with Xiaohui."

After he finished speaking, his face flushed, but he stubbornly did not look away.

The black-haired girl looked at him, still expressionless, the baby's fat face bulging from chewing.

He began to have difficulty breathing, and the tip of his nose seemed to have the fragrance of the body wash on her body, or the lemon-scented shampoo at the end of her hair.

After liking Xiaohui, these smells seemed to have become a kind of fog, which he could easily push away, and then he could smell her scent deeply as he approached.

Not shower gel and shampoo, not everything external, but what she has in herself.

So weird, he turned into a dog nose.

He also turned into dog ears, extremely sensitive to Xiaohui's voice and name.

Dizzy, heart beating wildly.

Ainoe frowned slightly, showing a troubled look, but quickly relaxed her brows, "Thank you."

Xiangyang: "..."

She was definitely thinking about the meaning of this sentence just now, right?right? ?And then you get the surface meaning, right? ? ?

All in all, big failure.

Confession failed.

But he doesn't have the confidence and courage to try again, and may need to save up.

As time passed, Xiangyang recruited two of his friends and a few juniors to make up a team, and was finally able to represent the school in an official volleyball match.

But there is no time for training. After all, other people have their own club activities, and they all participate in friendship.

The day before the competition, Xiangyang suddenly remembered that the calligraphy club would give gifts to passers-by after today's club activities.

Many people wanted to go, but they didn't take it for nothing, and it was overcrowded for a while.

It just occurred to him that there seemed to be strawberry-flavored milk in it.

So there it is.

There were indeed a lot of people, shoulders rubbing against each other, crowded, and Xiangyang was not very tall, but he couldn't hold back his agility, so he insisted on being squeezed in.

"Hold...Sorry, please let me go..." He was so crowded that he was almost speechless, only an orange head flickered in and out of the crowd.

The members of the Calligraphy Club kept handing over gifts and were sweating profusely. When it was Xiangyang's turn, he asked, "What do you need? A teacup or a pen?"

Among all the gifts, these are the most popular and practical.

The orange-haired boy was squeezed by the crowd, so he had to grab the corner of the table: "I want...a box of strawberry milk!"

"Eh?" The member was stunned for a moment. It was a lingering item of gift, which is usually selected when other gifts are gone. He couldn't help asking, "Are you sure? One person can only get one."

"Yes Yes."

"Ok."

He handed over the pink milk box, the small milk box came out of the box, finally saw the sun, and was immediately held tightly by the orange-haired boy, and together with Xiangyang, he was quietly swept up by the crowd Walk.

When Xiangyang finally came out, the hedgehog hair was in a mess, and the school uniform was all wrinkled. He didn't have time to tidy it up, because it was almost time for Xiaohui to change her clothes and take her schoolbag to go home.

He ran under the teaching building, and the people around him were scattered. After joining the club, the teaching building was almost empty.

Just happened to see a black-haired girl walking by the window on the second floor, Xiangyang panicked and stood downstairs and shouted.

"Xiaohui—!"

Ainoe was stunned, looked back and forth, and then opened the window to look down, her shoulder-length black hair ran to her chest because she lowered her head, and the sunset light kissed her face, hazy, gentle and soft.

He raised his head, became nervous all of a sudden, and stammered: "That... that, this!"

He raised the milk box: "It's for Xiaohui!"

The girl upstairs was stunned for a moment, and then said: "You don't need to give me your own things. You can drink."

"No...not..." Xiangyang hurriedly explained, but got stuck.

What to say?

Under her gaze, her heart beats faster, her head swells, how can she say the shy reason?

The setting sun dyed the whole world into a hazy orange, she was looking down at him, the hair on the chest of her school uniform was fluttering in the breeze, Xiangyang suddenly had an impulse, and blurted out words without going through the brain: "I just took it for Xiaohua !"

The girl in the window was startled: "What?"

The boy downstairs holding the milk carton closed his eyes and repeated loudly, "I got it for Xiao Hui! Because Xiao Hui likes it, I will go get it!"

I have never been more straightforward, no longer beating around the bush, no longer stuttering, talking nonsense, or even shrinking because of excessive shyness.

The air was quiet for a few seconds.

His heart was beating like a drum, and he opened his eyes cautiously.

Ainoe had a lovely paralyzed face, but at this moment the corners of her lips were slightly drawn - maybe she didn't realize it herself.

Soft and refreshing.

"Thank you." She said, her brows and eyes stained with joy.

Xiangyang was stunned, suddenly felt that the second floor was too high.

He clearly knew that Xiao Hui was smiling, but she gradually blurred in his eyes as if she had merged with the red afterglow, and he couldn't help but want to get closer.

Get closer until you are face to face, eye to eye, breath to breath.

Until he could use Xiaohui's sensitive nose alone, and his ears caught the sound of sunlight sliding on her face when she laughed.

But the fact is that he was just standing still, unable to move, as if he had been frozen in place.

……

Schools, buildings, school hours.

One person is upstairs and the other is downstairs, looking at each other in the sunset, only the occasional football sound from the playground in the distance acts as the background sound.

And the pounding of the heart.

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2022-03-1420:44:53~2022-03-1520:37:08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 mine: 1 Yongfu;

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