Qianli Jiangling

The two were too close together.

Jiang Li deliberately lowered his voice again, the confession was like an invisible worm, passing through Sheng Qianling's ear canal, passing through blood vessels, and burrowing straight into his heart.

Sheng Qianling had almost used up all his concentration, which was far superior to ordinary people's over the years, to remain as calm as ever in front of Jiang Li.

He looked into Jiang Li's eyes, it was like a vast universe inside, trying to absorb him inch by inch.

After a while, Sheng Qianling took a step back calmly, and continued to reach for his club.

"I see," he said.

Jiang Li: "??"

What does it mean?

When someone confesses, how can he be answered with a sentence of knowing?

Jiang Li was shocked and curious at the same time.He followed Sheng Qianling stubbornly, staring at the other side's face and asked, "You have nothing to say to me?"

Sheng Qianling tilted his head: "What should I say?"

Jiang Li was about to be laughed at by him, and felt a little resentful of being disrespected.

He was more blunt: "I said I like you and confessed to you, shouldn't you give me a response?"

Sheng Qianling only felt his mouth dry, but he still kept his graceful demeanor, and replied calmly: "Sorry, I have no plans to fall in love for the time being."

Sheng Qianling's words were very coincidental.

He said that he didn't want to fall in love, but he was not surprised that Jiang Li liked boys, nor did he make it clear that he didn't like boys.

Jiang Li repeatedly hit the wall in the Chinese reading questions, and never understood the deep meaning of the original authors, and did not understand what their central ideas were.

So every time he writes about reading comprehension, his answer is far from the standard answer by thousands of miles, which is completely irrelevant.

However, when he heard Sheng Qianling's words, it was as if a god had helped him, and he was blessed to his soul. He immediately fully understood the deep meaning, and felt a sense of enlightenment.

His eyes became more and more dazzling, the joy on his face couldn't be hidden, even the color of his lips became brighter.

Jiang Li said, "Brother Ling, you like boys, don't you?"

Sheng Qianling: "..."

Jiang Li seemed to have opened up.

His mind was spinning quickly, and he thought of something, and asked aggressively: "I asked you how it feels to be chased by a boy. You said you didn't feel it at the time, because you weren't being chased by someone you like, right?"

Sheng Qianling left the coffee table, walked towards the leather sofa, and then replied with a cold face: "Jiang Li, I don't want to discuss this."

Jiang Li persisted and continued to approach Sheng Qianling, completely ignoring whether there were other customers in the golf room.

As he got closer, Sheng Qianling couldn't retreat. The back of his thigh was pressed against the edge of the sofa. His whole body was unstable and he bent down to sit back. He was forced to lean his back against the back of the sofa.

Jiang Li, however, was still standing bent over, with his hands resting on the armrest of the sofa, approaching Sheng Qianling's face viciously and viciously, until the tip of their noses were barely separated by an inch, then he said in a bewitching voice: " Brother Ling, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

Sheng Qianling subconsciously replied, "What?"

His heartbeat was accelerating, and he felt that the air around him was much thinner.

He hoped that Jiang Li could move away and stay away from him, so that he could escape this frightening moment.

But Jiang Li refused to let him succeed.

On the contrary, it is still approaching.

Having been an obedient apprentice in front of Sheng Qianling for so long, that stubborn factor in Jiang Li has been clamoring for a long time, wanting to break through his body and regain the territory.

He raised the corners of his lips, a light and beautiful smile appeared in his eyes, he put his mouth close to Sheng Qianling's ear, and breathed out lightly: "Master, you have a game with me, if you lose, you can be my boy now." Friend. If I lose, I will chase you from now on."

Sheng Qianling moved her dry lips: "You can't control yourself."

He has always been a humble and polite person, and the education he has received since he was a child will always put "respect" first.

But the atmosphere at this time was too cramped, as if he had reached a desperate situation, and it was the first time that he said such inappropriate words.

What Sheng Qianling said was not unreasonable.

Although Jiang Li's accuracy is astonishing, he has also practiced his clubwork and skills these days, and he can be considered a brave player in the billiard circle.

However, Sheng Qianling has received systematic training and learning since he was a child. He is extremely talented and extremely hardworking. He is not even a match for many professional players.

Jiang Li dared to make such a bet.

In a certain second of nervous heartbeat, Sheng Qianling suddenly thought, did Jiang Li want to bet with him, or did he want to bet on whether he was tempted?

Or, at what point did his thoughts become apparent?

The atmosphere gradually rose to an unbearable peak.

Sheng Qianling's mouth was parched and he urgently needed a bottle of ice water to relieve the heat.

He stretched out his hand to push Jiang Li, but Jiang Li had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed his wrist, his eyes were red, and he was angry with grievance: "Don't you dare to bet with me, Master?"

Jiang Li deliberately used this kind of soft tone, prolonging the ending, calling "Master" one after another.

He selfishly hoped that Sheng Qianling would soften his heart for a moment and would take care of him like before, so he complied.

Sheng Qianling's thin lips parted slightly, and when his heart was burning with anxiety and he didn't know how to answer, he happened to hear "Qianling" from afar.

Pan Deng walked over from the eight-ball table, saw Jiang Li and Sheng Qianling standing and sitting with each other a few meters away, holding hands, and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Jiang Li didn't panic at all.

He slowly let go of Sheng Qianling, straightened up and stood up, with a smirk on his face, and said mischievously: "Sheng Qianling has something on his lips, he won't believe it, but he refuses if I help him with it."

Pan Deng was a little puzzled, and said with a smile: "Isn't there a mirror on the wall at the front desk?"

Jiang Li's eyes stretched, and he smiled playfully, and said in a drawling voice, "He's so coquettish, he doesn't want to walk a few steps."

After saying this, Jiang Li seemed to think of something, and deliberately asked Sheng Qianling in front of Pan Deng: "Brother Ling, don't you want me to carry you on your back..."

Sheng Qianling: "..."

There's no way to reason with such a bastard who runs the train with his mouth full.

I can only keep silent, so as not to step into the trap.

Fortunately, Pan Deng finally rescued him from the fire.

Pan Deng said, "Qianling, come here, your mother called just now."

Hearing the word "mother", Sheng Qianling's heart sank.

He froze for two seconds, then quickly stood up and walked to Pan Deng's side.

The two walked a few steps forward together, and Pan Deng said in a voice that could not be heard in the river: "Qianling, your mother asked me to tell you that you must go back at the end of the month."

Sheng Qianling: "..."

It was like a dream that was too late to be dreamed was shattered and turned into broken glass flying around.

Sheng Qianling listened in a daze, and nodded dullly like a puppet: "Got it."

After Pan Deng conveyed the words, he patted Sheng Qianling on the shoulder, chewed betel nuts, and strode towards Master Hong in the eight-ball area.

Jiang Li was still waiting for Sheng Qianling, waiting for his answer.

One minute later, Sheng Qianling calmly returned to the sofa, reached out to take out his cue, wiped it carefully with a cloth, and said, "Come on."

Instead, Jiang Li was stunned: "What?"

Sheng Qianling had completely returned to his usual cold and calm appearance, as if nothing had happened just now, he asked, "Aren't you going to be right?"

Seeing that Sheng Qianling agreed, Jiang Li immediately went to play the ball.

He used the cue to move the heart he just hit aside, took out all the red balls and put them in order, and then put the six colored balls in their respective positions one by one.

After making the preparations, Jiang Li calmed down the flirtatiousness just now, and said in a low voice: "Brother Ling, I will play this game seriously. I like you, and I do it seriously. I want to fall in love with you, and I do it seriously." of."

Sheng Qianling turned a deaf ear and came over with a cue in his hand, his face as cold as jade was expressionless.

He glanced casually at Jiang Li and asked, "Who kicks off? Or the game?"

Biqiu means to compete for the right to kick-off, and it is generally used in very formal games.

Most of the ordinary duels between the two are agreed by themselves.

Jiang Li was a little confused as to why Sheng Qianling had suddenly become so cold and unkind, and guessed that Pan Deng had said something, so he didn't want to ask more.

I had no choice but to say casually: "Let's play the ball."

Sheng Qianling nodded and replied, "Okay."

So, each of them took a ball, put it on the tee line, and pushed it out with the club at the same time, waiting for the ball to return.

In the end, Sheng Qianling's ball was closer to the bottom pool, and he got the right to kick off the ball in this round.

Jiang Li thought that Sheng Qianling would tee off with a steady and conservative shot like all professional players, and then wait for a good opportunity to attack.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Qianling imitated Jiang Li's suicide bombing when they first met, knocking all fifteen red balls away.

This is obviously to give Jiang Li a chance to score with accuracy.

Jiang Li immediately smiled proudly, as sweet as if he had fallen in love ahead of time.

Standing beside Sheng Qianling, he deliberately said, "Brother Ling, I'm so touched that you want to be my boyfriend so much."

Sheng Qianling raised his sharp eyebrows and glanced at Jiang Li, signaling Jiang Li to continue looking at the white ball that hadn't stopped yet.

Jiang Li waited for a few seconds, and saw that the white ball gradually slowed down, and finally got slower and slower, and stopped in front of a colored ball.

Then, the two balls are tightly attached without gaps.

Worthy! !

The post-snooker ball①, which is rare in a millennium, just appeared so casually!

Jiang Li opened his eyes wide in surprise, staring hard at the white ball, his heart beating like a drum, beating non-stop.

If he still doesn't understand that this is Sheng Qianling's refusal with all his strength, then all his years of playing will be in vain!

Jiang Li was depressed for a second, looked at the people around him with drooping face, and said in a very soft voice, "Brother Ling, is it interesting to humiliate me like this?"

Sheng Qianling still stood calmly by the side, with an indescribable indifference covering his whole body.

He didn't smile, he didn't speak, he turned away from others, and quietly waited for his opponent to play.

It was impossible for Jiang Li to break through this god-level obstacle ball.

He had no choice but to hook the ball sideways and hit the white ball.

The white ball hit the red ball first after sticking to the library. There was no foul, but no goal. Instead, it gave Sheng Qianling a good chance to attack.

Jiang Li had only played such a shot on the court, and he knew the result——

He will be tortured by Sheng Qianling.

7 minutes later.

Sheng Qianling strolled back to the sofa with the cue in his hand and sat down, took a sip of water, pointed to the empty tabletop with no white balls left, and asked, "Are you okay?"

Jiang Li was beaten bald, wishing to pay homage to Sheng Qianling in his heart, but said: "Brother Ling wants to be pursued by me, don't worry, I will pursue hard."

Sheng Qianling always possessed a maturity beyond that of a teenager.

He raised his eyelids, looked at Jiang Li calmly, and said, "Jiang Li, don't waste your time."

Jiang Li and Sheng Qianling sat down next to each other, but this time there was a decent distance between them.

He leaned sideways, propped his left arm on the wall of the sofa, bent his left hand and pressed his fingers to his chin, and said softly, "Brother Ling, I can't control myself. I think you can't sleep because you think about it, and you will dream of your relatives when you fall asleep." You will still have wet dreams for you. This is the first time I fell in love with someone, and I didn't even know that I liked men before. Brother Ling, can you show mercy and don't reject me? "

Jiang Li's serious confession looks very nice.

His facial features are exquisite, and his outline is not tough, but rather youthful.You especially love to smile, with a clear face, clear black eyes, red lips and white teeth, which are extremely eye-catching.

In a public place like the billiard room, he doesn't even shy away from others, and speaks his mind straight, without being afraid of what anyone thinks of him.

Sheng Qianling: "..."

When he heard some private words, a layer of inconspicuous red appeared in the pinna of his ears.

He didn't understand, he was also a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, how could Jiang Li speak so boldly?

But all he could say was, "Sorry."

Jiang Li seemed to have expected him to say this common phrase, so he smiled all of a sudden, leaned closer, and said, "If you really feel sorry, just let me kiss you, okay?"

"..."

The author says:

Glossary:

①Back snooker ball: It means that the white ball is directly behind a ball, which makes it difficult for the player to set up the shot and hit the target ball.

② Bald head: This is a dialect vocabulary, not an official term of snk. A scored full marks, B scored 0 points, that is, A beat B bald.