do you like sports

After Miyaji and I started to run, we heard hurried footsteps following behind.

But we ran very fast, Miyaji led me around in this familiar area, and finally managed to get rid of the idiot behind me.

After confirming that there was no sound of chasing after us, we took a rest in a nearby small park.

I sat on the swing out of breath, and Miyaji, who was breathing steadily, observed the entrance of the park for a while, then came back and said to me, "Don't worry, that person is no longer here."

"Phew, I really appreciate Miyaji-san today!"

"You're welcome."

He sat down on the swing beside me, as if waiting for my breath to recover.

I was grateful for his feat today, and suddenly thought of the rice ball that the store manager stuffed me at the end of part-time work.

Got it!

I quickly took out the rice balls in my schoolbag, but luckily they were still warm.

"I'll give this to you, as a thank-you gift just now, and Miyaji-san must have come to the bakery because he was hungry."

"... Can you really give this to me?"

Miyaji took the onigiri from me and carefully unwrapped it.

I just watched him open his mouth wide after getting my confirmation, and ate the rice ball with a satisfied face.

The hot rice immediately filled his mouth, and Miyaji looked at me strangely with one puffed cheek: "What's the matter?"

...Whoah does he have stars in his eyes! ! !

Looks so happy to eat! ! !

Is it spicy—is it—cute! ! !

I held my heart that was hit and swallowed hard, and said falteringly: "No, it's nothing...is it delicious?"

Miyaji chewed it, and responded slowly: "It's delicious...ah, there are prunes."

I leaned over and saw that there was dried plum in the middle of the rice ball, "Today is dried plum."

Miyaji bit down the prunes, "Today? Then, there are other flavors?"

Help... the way he slurs his mouth with something in his mouth is killing me.

I secretly grabbed a handful of thigh meat, forced to calm down and said:

"At the end of every part-time job, the manager will make me a rice ball. The taste is completely different and random, so every time I eat it, I feel very surprised. But sometimes it's not rice balls, but other things... In short It's not bread, after all we ate too much before."

Miyaji: "I'm really envious."

... Ahhh, his eyes are usually so big!

Have my physical strength weakened, why am I almost out of breath!

After Miyaji finished eating the rice balls, we left the small park together.

He sent me to my door, and finally exchanged LINE accounts with each other.

Before I left, I couldn't help calling him, "See you tomorrow, Zhijun."

He stopped in his tracks, and waved to me with his usual expressionless face, "Goodbye, Mayu."

After watching his leaving back, I walked into the house.

I thought anxiously, after exchanging contact information, we are friends, so it is normal for friends to call each other a little bit closer, and he is twins, so it is impossible to tell the difference when they are called Gong, and everyone in the class is also Calling them by their first names, I have heard girls call them "Ji" and "Yu" directly, so it's not surprising that I call them...

! ! ! ! !

and many more!

He just, he just-

Did you call me "Mayu" directly? !

"...It's because you came back so late, didn't I say I need to call and report first-don't lie on the ground and sleep, go take a shower."

Mom, I'm going to die.

02

Miyaji and I chatted on LINE in a normal way.

The specific situation is roughly similar to this:

Miyaji: Did you say that today's onigiri will be stuffed with eel?

Me: It’s possible, but I’m craving tuna, and I haven’t had it for a long time. The tuna rice balls made by the store manager are super delicious!

Miyaji: Envious.

This is the content of our chat before school this morning.

I fully understand that Miyaji likes rice balls very much.

He's just a slob (no).

He has not been online for a long time, and his reply is short and sudden. I guess it should be because of training.

After the sent message has not been shown as read for a long time, I will not bother.

Are you friends after exchanging contact information?

I'm not sure, but if anything, we made eye contact when we occasionally met in the hallway between classes.

At that time, he and Gong Yoo were standing by the window, surrounded by girls chatting in a circle.

The only way I have to go must go through his whole body.

When the figures intersected each other, his pupils looking at me were suddenly stained with a light smile, which made him, who doesn't smile often, bring me great destructive power.

...What a foul.

After slightly nodding my head in response, I walked over quickly like an electric shock, without noticing that behind me, Gong Yoo, who was next to Miyaji, showed us meaningful eyes.

Until lunch break comes——

03

I took the time to go to the student union office to submit the materials, and by the way, I took out the basic files of each club and sorted them out.

I simply sat in the empty classroom next to the student union, eating bento while reading materials.

Well, is the budget of the men's volleyball club going to be increased again... No wonder, too many club members consume too much, how long did it take to break a few more mops? ? ?

(It must be a good thing that Brother Gong did)

The Tennis Club's application was rejected. Buying a small yellow ball will increase the probability of damage to the court. I will not do that kind of thing.

What about the basketball club...

"What are you looking at?"

A gust of hot air suddenly rushed from behind my ear, and my right ear was the most sensitive, and my whole body trembled violently from the slightly hot breath.

"...Miyako-san?!"

I tightly covered my ears, and stared at him angrily and angrily, "Don't suddenly make a scary noise."

But Gong Yoo unconsciously continued to stick to my ear, poking his head to look at my bento.

"I thought you were doing something bad here alone, what, are you just eating lunch alone?"

His eyes and tone were full of pity and sympathy for me, and he pulled away the chair behind me and sat down on his own.

"What do you think, I just happened to come to the student union for something, and I'm too lazy to move around for dinner."

"So you have friends. I thought you didn't have any friends to eat with, so I secretly hid here and ate alone."

His surprised tone made the veins on my forehead pop out one by one in an orderly manner, I can't bear it.

"What about you, aren't you alone now, didn't Zhijun have lunch with you?"

Hearing his twin brother's name, Gong Yoo clicked his tongue in displeasure, "Instead of having lunch with Hezhi, why not go find a girl."

I squinted my eyes and squinted at him, with the word frivolous written all over my face.

"...But you didn't, didn't you? It can't be that you came here specially to find me."

Hearing what I said, Gong You's face was obviously stunned for a second, and then he put on his usual fake smile and said: "You are right, they are too noisy, why not seek treatment."

Isn't this the exact opposite of what I just said?

I silently slandered that perhaps it was another common conflict between them that Gong You was reluctant to leave Gong Zhi behind.

04

I turned back to continue my lunch, determined to treat him as a passer-by.

Today, my mother made my favorite sausage octopus, served with her special sauce, I feel so happy!

I picked up a small octopus with sausage, and when I was about to eat it in one bite, I felt the hair on my back being pulled, and the eating action was forced to stop.

Note that it is not pulled slightly, but pulled hard.

my scalp!

Gong Yoo didn't even bother to retract his broken hand to cover up the tool used in the crime. He kept pulling my hair and said to me with a smile: "It seems delicious."

"……what?"

"Baby octopus with sausage."

I immediately swallowed it in my mouth.

"what!"

Before he rushed over to snatch the food, I firmly protected my bento and guarded him vigilantly.

But Gong Yoo sat back on his seat, and said leisurely in a frivolous voice that easily aroused people's anger: "Are you a primary school student, you still protect the food, don't worry, no one is interested in your cheap and ordinary sausage octopus."

Although his words were so unpleasant, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, put down my arm covering the bento, and planned to drink a sip of hot tea to calm my shock.

I think so, no matter how naive and naive Gong Yoo is, it is impossible for him to compete with me for the sausage octopus.

It was too late to say that, when my attention shifted to the water bottle, Gong You reached out and picked up a few small octopuses with sausages from my lunch box and threw them all into his mouth, and contemptuously said to me: "Liar to you of~"

"..."

Lying—trough—

He deliberately puffed up his cheeks and chewed vigorously, and made a little comment: "Well, I didn't expect it to be quite delicious."

"..."

"Hey, you won't cry, chew chew."

"..."

"Just because I snatched your sausage octopus, won't you really cry?"

I lowered my head, fiddled with the leftover carrots in the bento with my chopsticks, and babbled in frustration: "That's obviously my favorite food, and I only have three chances a week. My mother gave me a special little octopus, and I only packed it once." 6, only 6, I just ate 1..."

Gong Yoo suddenly yelled with scalp numbness: "Okay, okay, I know, it's my fault, it's okay! She's crying because of a trivial matter, women are really troublesome."

I snorted at him, "Of course it's your fault... Do you think you can get over it after apologizing!"

Pretending to be weak first, and then taking advantage of his unpreparedness to slam a head hammer into his damn pool face, this is my tactic.

"??!!"

Gong Yoo was caught off guard by my head hitting her face, she covered her face and looked at me in disbelief, as if to explain that even my mother was never willing to slap me in the face? !

...Damn, I think his face has already been smashed countless times by Miyaji.

Gong Yoo also accused me angrily: "But it was agreed that night that you were supposed to treat me to popsicles yesterday, but you broke the appointment. Whose fault is it?"

I said, "Of course it's still your fault, I never promised you at all."

Gong Yoo put his hands on his chin with a displeased face, and was still carefully rubbing the "injury" just now. He tapped the table with his fingertips to make a clicking sound, and said in a deep voice, "But please treat it."

So you twins are fucking logical.

05

Seeing that I was too lazy to respond to him, Gong Yoo sighed heavily, stretched his arms and lay down on the table, with his face sideways, unwilling to look at me, "... Forget it, I'm unlucky."

Who is unlucky, hey, get up and make it clear.

You yellow-haired pool noodle bastard!

The midday sun was hot and dazzling, and through the half-opened window, the extended daylight was projected onto his desk, making his slightly fluffy hair scattered on his arms even more golden and dazzling.

Looking at the way he squinted his eyes comfortably under the warm sunlight, I couldn't help but think of the picture of a wild fox that someone accidentally saw near the shrine in the chat group just now.

Just like him at this moment, the little fox in shiny fur lay on his side in the sun, sleeping comfortably with his eyes squinted, sticking out a small piece of pink tongue, falling into a beautiful dreamland without knowing it, so cute that his heart melted.

I clicked on the picture, turned around and said excitedly to Gong Yoo who was lying on the table:

"Student Gong Yoo, if you imitate this little fox sleeping, I don't care about you stealing my sausage octopus and stealing my popsicle money."

"what?!"

It seemed that he was extremely unhappy.

I kept on working hard and didn't give up easily. I put my hands on the back of the chair and blinked my big eyes to ask him:

"Please, Miyako-san, your yellow hair is as handsome as a fox, as long as you keep the same movements just now, and stick out your tongue a little like in the picture! You can win the "Super Transformation" prize up. "

He responded to me indifferently: "This kind of praise is not worthy of joy at all. How old are you? Are you still living in the Showa era?"

"Is it still on the air now?"

"Who cares?"

Gong Yoo raised his head and glanced at me, then buried his face in his arms again, blocking my sight.

I waited for him for five or six seconds, and sighed in frustration after confirming that it was impossible for him to fulfill my wish.

"Okay then, I won't force you."

But he really looks like that little fox, the yellow-haired fox... Hey, he also looks a bit like a weasel, so which one is more similar?

When I was about to turn around, I couldn't take my hand back, and found that Gong Yoo pinched my fingers and couldn't get away.

"what happened?"

I asked him strangely.

Gong Yoo propped up his forearm and pressed half of his face, looked at me intently with those clear amber eyes and said, "Do you really want to see it?"

I didn't think too much at the moment.

No more attention was paid to delve into the meaning of his words.

The empty classroom where the two are alone, the long slanting sunlight, the singing of cicadas, and the unusually quiet atmosphere when no one is talking, unknowingly blend into a space with special and bright colors.

The light tilted subtly away from his face.

Gong Yoo's face was caught in the dim light beside the sunlight, the cut light and shadow were distinct, revealing a completely different taste of temptation and danger from before.

As if generously doing what I wished, he finally poked out a little red tip of his tongue, but licked my white knuckles.

Then he asked me knowingly and knowingly: "... Are you satisfied with this?"