Xiangyang-kun, come here

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I nodded and said seriously, "Of course."

Xiangyang was taken aback for a moment, then relaxed and smiled.

The body of the boy I was holding was no longer tense.

After walking a certain distance, I noticed that the hooked arm was moving up quietly, with a tendency to break free. I thought it was Xiangyang who didn't want to be held.

Yes, after all, I have already walked past the neighbor's house.

I voluntarily let go while he was struggling to break free, but Xiangyang suddenly turned his head to look at me.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyebrows a little, and closed his eyelids slightly, smelling like a lost dog in water.

I:"?"

Isn't that what you want to let go of?

I don't understand his little moves.

When we arrived at the open space, there were very few people, so I tugged at the strap of his messenger bag: "Give me your bag, and I'll wait for you here."

"Oh oh good!" He quickly took off the crossbody bag, carried the volleyball out, then unzipped his jacket, carefully took out the black diary, and put it in the crossbody bag.

I:"??"

—Where did you get it? !Does the jacket have an inner bag?

I touched the cover of the diary—it was warm.

Seeing me looking into the bag, Xiangyang immediately took out the useful things in the bag by himself: "This is knee pads. This is wrist guards... and muscle strain spray."

I was confused: "You carry a lot. Do you often get hurt?"

"No..." Xiangyang blushed, "Didn't Xiaohui receive additional training... There is no protection at all."

"Because we are not professional, just club activities?" I thought for a while, "Maybe high school clubs will be stricter."

Xiangyang thought to me: "Anyway, it's all for Xiaohui!"

I was taken aback: "For me? A gift?"

Xiangyang nodded fiercely, the hedgehog head swayed like a flower.

I was a little embarrassed: "Thank you..."

He was even more embarrassed than me, his chin was so low that he was about to touch the white volleyball in his arms, "It's okay..."

After a second of silence, Xiangyang held up the volleyball: "I, I, I will play!"

Me: "OK."

He jumped down the high steps, and instead of running straight to the wall, he walked backwards, waving at me with his free hand.

I hugged his bag and waved.

The boy with orange hair started to play, and the sound of bang bang bang kept coming out.

I watched for a while, then simply sat on the grass behind me.

He propped his chin and stared at Xiangyang distractedly.

When he played volleyball, he seemed to be a different person. The childish and sunny atmosphere completely dissipated, leaving only perseverance and fierceness, and his eyes were only tightly attached to the volleyball.

It runs really fast.I watched for a moment and commented.

So fast... Maybe many people in the boys' track and field department can't reach this short-term speed.

Also jumps high.

Should be able to make up for the disadvantage of size...if he grows slowly in high school.

As I watched, he gradually began to sweat, and when he bent down to pick up the ball again, his brown eyes glanced at me without warning.

He wiped the sweat that was about to drip into his eyes, as if rubbing his eyes, but the other eye kept looking this way.

I just waved my hand to say hello.

Xiangyang immediately raised a bright smile and waved at me broadly. He still put down the volleyball and waved with both hands.

Like a big fan.

"..." I had no choice but to wave slightly with both hands.

He seemed to have smiled, looked at me, bent down and laughed again, and continued beating.

I put down my hand: "..."

Are you kidding me?Uh-huh?

……

After a long time of emptying, Xiangyang didn't stop until one or two hours later, and I went to the water pipe more than ten meters away to wash my face.

He probably needs a break.

It's too far away here, the bench a few meters in front is finally empty, I stand up and think about it, it just so happens that Xiangyang can also sit and rest.

I stepped on the edge of the high step and jumped down subconsciously.

——Forget that I am still in the stage of muscle soreness. Although cycling and jogging have no effect on me, the most taboo is a sudden jump, which is prone to cramps.

As soon as I landed, I felt a dull pain in my right calf, and the cramps came unexpectedly. I frowned in pain and almost cried.

Insisting on jumping to the bench with one foot and sitting down, I put the messenger bag aside, I hugged my right calf and folded it in the air, with my knee against my chest, and my left leg stepped on the ground.

It hurts……

"What's the matter?" Xiangyang hurried over and asked anxiously.

Not only did he wash his face, but the rough splash of water made his hair a little wet.

I looked up and came up with a word with difficulty: "Cramp..."

He quickly squatted in front of me, not knowing where to put his hands: "I, I, I remember needing to press..."

Since I am in the track and field club, this kind of thing actually happens often, but it becomes much less as the amount of exercise increases.

I held back my tears: "Just curl up and wait for a while. It hurts too much to press, and I can't press my hand."

"That...the one who hugs his legs is very tired," Xiangyang looked eagerly at me, "Why don't you hug, uh...just step on here."

His face was dripping with water, and it was wet. The water droplets kept sliding down, and a piece of his collar was quickly soaked. The water droplets on his orange forehead made the ends of his hair fall down heavily.

He's referring to the thigh he lays flat on when he squats on one knee, volunteering as a platform.

I was startled: "I'm wearing shoes."

"It's okay," Xiangyang said indifferently, "I'm wearing shorts."

... It's just a matter of the shorts I'm wearing!

But what he said was right, my arms were getting sore, I was supposed to sit on the ground, but the grass had to pass a high step, and the surrounding soil was too dirty to sit on.

I hesitated, and he winked at me.

...well, that's fine too.

I simply took off the shoe on my right foot and put on a sock, before I stretched a little bit and stepped on his thigh.

The teenager's thighs exposed from the trouser legs were folded and pressed, a little wider than usual, and the muscle lines were more prominent and smooth.

I don't know if it's because Xiangyang has only exercised before. I stepped on it, and the soles of my feet seemed to be slowly burned by flames. The other party stiffened for a moment and then deliberately relaxed, and continuously transmitted heat much higher than mine through the socks.

She was wearing pure beige socks without any extra patterns.

Xiangyang glanced up and stared at my calf.

I tried to press it myself, but it hurt so badly, I immediately bent down and put it on my knees, because I didn't have shoes, and my toes curled up subconsciously.

"No, no, no, no," I refused the massage, almost crying in pain, "I'll just wait for it to heal itself!"

Xiangyang paused, he raised his hand and put it down again, not daring to touch my leg, "Okay..."

He waited blankly, the water droplets from his hair fell drop by drop, and his face was still wet.

pat.

pat.

Cold water dripped on my calf, and then slid down the skin.

The second drop hit the instep of my foot, creating a dark spot directly on the sock, which smudged.

Xiangyang didn't know what he was doing, he didn't notice it at all, he kept his head down, but stared at the open space.

It wasn't until his water dripped on my ankle again that I reached out and covered one of his eyes with the palm of my hand, then wiped it out, and I stroked back his forehead hair.

The water was immediately carried away by my palm.

Xiangyang took advantage of the situation and raised his head without stopping, squinting one eye like a cat, and even unconsciously rubbed against the direction of my strength.

My hand is between his forehead hair, he still has one eye closed, his face is gradually turning red, and the other open eye is shiningly chasing my wrist.

The face completely exposed without the forehead hair is a boyish appearance somewhere between cute and handsome.

I rubbed it roughly once, and finally no water got on my legs.

The palms of my hands were wet, I explained: "Just now you have been dripping."

Xiangyang squatted a little shorter than me, with his head raised, and as my hands left, his forehead hair floated down again.

The hot air that was suppressed by the cold water for a short time after the other party's exercise invaded me, as well as his unique breath.

Xiangyang opened that eye and stared at me silently, the water on his face dried up a lot, only the collarbone was still wet.

He didn't open his mouth, and responded quietly from his throat.

"……Um."

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The author has something to say:

The beginning break-

Xiangyang: Actually, I want to hold hands quietly...qwq

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Thank you Nutrients!I am very happy to break a thousand hhhhh

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