I received a bounce from a non-existent player

While staring blankly at Jiang Heng in front of me, I was thinking that I don’t know where I can buy a hamster that can be stuffed into my mouth. I was in a delicate state between rushing up to grab him and retreating to close the door again. situation.

The sunshine danced with the slightly cold air, and even dyed everything a little like a youthful literature, except that the heroine, who was me, was a little out of breath from the sprint.

He obviously didn't expect my appearance to be so turbulent, he was stunned for a moment, then suddenly bit his lower lip, seemed to be holding back a smile, and then walked towards me.

So our first real conversation became my blank sentence: "What are you laughing at?"

He lowered his eyes and motioned to me: "Your skirt."

I followed suit, only to realize that the long skirt had become another artistic style because of my running around just now, so I quickly bent over to straighten it out. Unfortunately, the center of gravity under the high heels was unstable, and I stumbled on the skirt again. Swing it, it was about to fall, but he took a step forward and caught it firmly.

Half of my body was lying on his arm, my brain hadn't realized what was going on, and I stared blankly at the ground that suddenly had a fixed distance from me.

He took a breath, and did not forget to tease me: "It turns out that you acted in your true colors step by step in the Infinity Palace."

Hearing these words, my self-esteem in Jianchun's position was seriously damaged, so I raised my head and argued: "That is... a delay problem."

He looked at me with a half-smile and said "hmm": "It seems that we are treated differently by the same school net."

I cursed in my heart without changing my face.

After helping him to stand still, I shyly withdrew my hands and took two steps back. This old man looked relaxed.

Regarding his calmness, Jiang Heng told me afterwards that he was actually so nervous that his heart would jump out.I recalled my own performance and couldn't help being amazed at his acting skills.

But at that time, I didn't have the time to pay attention to his reaction. My mind was full of chickens and eggs, and I was thinking about what to say after the relationship, let alone the embarrassing situation between me and him. It took me a while to think of asking someone. Crucial question: "When did you know I was... mine?"

He smiled: "I said that there is a heart-to-heart connection, do you believe it?"

I firmly say that I don't believe it.

He looked at me for a moment: "What about fate?"

I was dumb for a moment.The man spoke without blushing or panting, and he didn't know if he was serious or just teasing me.Considering his usual personality, I think it's the latter.

"Just kidding." He lowered his eyes and chuckled, "How is your preparation for the speech?"

It’s okay not to talk about this, but when I said it, I thought that I was actually taught one-on-one by him who I feared the most in the past few days. I felt a little bit guilty of my own narrowness, and touched my nose with my knuckles with a sneer: "Very good...thank you."

He said "um", and suddenly said in a low voice: "How can I remember someone saying that I am indifferent."

I choked.

"He also said that I would pass on gossip."

In cold sweat, I recalled what I said when I complained about him. I wished I could travel back and cut off my internet connection. Now that things have happened, I can only pretend to be serious: "Who said that? I'm really blind."

He looked at me indifferently, and I looked back with guilt but firmly.

He didn't hold back in the end, reached out his hand and patted my head helplessly and amusedly: "Accept the apology."

It was fine if he didn't touch my head, but we both froze in place when he touched it; I stared at him blankly, feeling like my brain went off on the spot.

Should I...should I set off a firecracker?

Then again, does he do that to all the girls?

It seemed that his fingertips froze for a moment, and then he retracted his hand as if nothing had happened. Although it looked unnatural and unnatural, the tips of his ears were still stained with a suspicious crimson.

At this embarrassing juncture, the broadcast of the game rang again.I looked back at the loud speaker, and looked back at him in bewilderment: "Are we going back?"

"Not nervous anymore?"

I said helplessly, "There's nothing I can do if I'm nervous..."

He chuckled, then held out his hand to me.His white palms were a little dazzling in the sun. "I'll teach you the last trick. Give me my hand."

"What?" I stretched out my hand in doubt.

He held my fingertips in one hand, and wrote something on the palm of my hand with the other hand. It started with two or three dots, and ended with a brisk tick.

I was concentrating on waiting to see what he was going to write, but the touch from his fingertips was like tiny electric currents, and the warmth between the hands was so gentle that it cut my IQ by half .

I blushed as I watched the slender fingers swipe back and forth across my palm, and then sneaked a few glances at him while he wasn't paying attention.

He lowered his amber-like eyes, and the sunlight formed a warm current in his eyes.

"Okay." After a while, he said lightly.

This sentence brought me back to my soul immediately.I looked at Nature's empty palm and asked curiously, "What did you write?"

"Put it on your forehead."

I don't know why, but of course I dare not neglect the big brother's suggestion, so I did it tentatively: "And then?"

"Nothing." He smiled, "Transfer energy indirectly."

I blinked and didn't understand, but somehow I felt that I was not so nervous.

Worthy of being a top student, everyone is superstitious and can get rid of illness with medicine.

"Then... I'll go first. If you're better, go down quickly. The teacher and the others have been looking for you just now." I saw that the time was almost up, and pointed at the door awkwardly, "They're all in the same school. If you want, In the future, we can make an appointment to play jjc together..."

He couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

I just turned around, but he suddenly called me from behind: "Qi...it's not too late."

I froze for a moment at this sudden address, then turned around.

"After the game is over, I have something to tell you."

I pointed blankly: "Actually, you can say it now."

"Let's talk after the game." He coughed uncomfortably, "You... hurry up."