Male supporting actor became an athlete after awakening

There was still training in the morning. Song Yao was preparing to go out early, and bumped into Ran Lin who had just come out of the room. He seemed to be just getting up, and he looked a little confused. He was not as sharp as usual, and he had a sense of attack. A tinge of red rose from the end of her eyes, adding a sense of fragility for no reason, but it disappeared with a simple turn around, and the smooth muscle lines of her back were faintly revealed through the thin fleece pajamas.

Song Yao's movements paused, and he couldn't help but look at him for a while, this state was a bit wrong.

"Going out?" Ran Lin asked.

Song Yao didn't understand what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so why did he suddenly take the initiative, and suddenly felt caught off guard, so he nodded, "Go for a run," he asked casually, "Do you want to go together?"

Ran Lin paused for two seconds, thinking about the feasibility, hummed in a hoarse voice, and then quickly closed the door of the room.

Song Yao rubbed his nose awkwardly, as if he was quite defensive.

After waiting for 5 minutes, Ran Lin went out wearing yesterday's coat, and it happened that Song Yao was wearing a similar style, but the effects of the two wearing them were completely different. One is cold, almost integrated with the temperature.

Song Yao noticed that Ran Lin had glanced at him more, and couldn't help but look up to the sky. The sun hadn't risen from the west yet, and there was a little puzzlement in his eyes, "What do you think I'm doing?"

"Hat." Ran Lin cleared his throat.

Song Yao wondered why, raised his hand to deal with it, and asked in a vague voice: "I said why it's uncomfortable, so what?"

Ran Lin seemed to be displeased with his real appearance. Seeing him like this, he sighed lightly in his nasal cavity, and directly took off the scarf with different lengths at both ends. The wool material was still stained with sporadic body temperature and warmth. It has a very light citrus fragrance, so I rubbed it subconsciously, and rearranged without changing my face.

"Bow your head." His voice was deep but not too thick and magnetic, it was more of the calmness of a teenager between youth.

While doing these things, Song Yao kept staring at him like this, and subconsciously followed suit, and then looked away unnaturally after it was over, "Okay?"

"Well, let's go."

It usually takes about thirty or forty minutes to run down, but this time one more person came out, Song Yao speeded up instead, looking at the people around him from the corner of his eye from time to time, Ran Lin was always within three or four steps away from him , I gradually had a strange idea in my heart.

......he is not sticking to himself.

Song Yao couldn't help asking, "Didn't you run in the opposite direction to me before?"

"There are too many people on that road." Ran Lin said flatly.

Song Yao believed it and heaved a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was thinking too much.

The two of them were silent all the way, which is a rare situation. When they arrived at the entrance of the ice rink, a few friends from the same team waved to Song Yao. He smiled and said hello, and then looked back, only to find Ran Rin's back .

Song Yao's eyelashes fluttered twice, he looked unhappy, pursed his lips and chased after him, but he didn't know what to say when he came up to him.

"Well, be careful on your way back."

He himself sounded a little dry.

Ran Lin hummed lightly, his brows and eyes stretched unobtrusively, and then left.

"Your younger brother is so clingy, he looks indifferent, and knows to send you here. The one in my family only wipes his nose on me. Two days ago, he broke Nan`feng's things, and he smiled happily." The player who is two years older than him is named Cui Ge, and everyone knows that he has a younger brother who is five or six years old, and the meeting almost overflows with envy.

"It's okay, it's just average." Song Yao blocked his gaze indiscriminately, even though he knew that Ran Lin didn't mean that, but there was a kind of pride in his tone.

Ran Lin is very nice, serious and careful, although most of the time he knows to reject him, but finally agrees, he has the most popular attribute in the market now... what is called Tsundere.

The more Song Yao thought about it, the more he felt that it was so.

"I'm talking about your brother, what are you laughing at?" Cui Ge said casually.

"I was laughing at you." Song Yao refused to admit it.

The two quarreled for a while, and the warm-up began, so they stopped talking.

Song Yao practiced his movements over and over again. Generally speaking, he was already very familiar with them, but he was still a bit short in jumping. If it wasn't for falling, or for lack of weeks, he only succeeded once or twice. After adjusting my body, I threw myself into it again.

Because I was not satisfied all the time, I didn't take a break in the middle, and I stopped when I felt that I couldn't do it, and so on.

So when the training ended, it was already dark outside, and it seemed to be raining lightly. Song Yao narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, and it took a while to get used to it. When he returned home, it was also dark, and he could not see it. As if someone was there.

Song Yao thought of something, sent a message to Su Liu, and got the reply that they were in the cemetery, he frowned deeply, thinking of Ran Lin's unusual reaction in the morning, stood up immediately and rushed out, turning back halfway When I came back, I rummaged through the cabinets and only found an umbrella, cursed in a low voice, and ran out quickly.

It was a miraculous experience for Song Yao to come to the cemetery at night. He held an umbrella and saw Su Liu's car and walked up quickly, his voice was a little anxious, "Where's Ran Lin?"

Su Liu's eyes were obviously swollen, "It's still up there, he said he will come down after staying for a while."

Song Yao asked and ran up immediately.

The steps were polished with rocks, and tens of thousands of small raindrops fell down, producing a crisp and moving music, which echoed in the ears, and there were pine trees everywhere, even if it was, it was almost lush and green as far as the eye could see. of the tint and cannot see any other tint.

Song Yao didn't know exactly where it was, so he could only take a look at each floor. He was holding an umbrella but it was useless, and his shoulders were still wet, but he finally found Ran Lin, and he couldn't help himself. slowed down.

Ran Lin squatted halfway in front of a tombstone, his eyes showed no emotion, a little empty, he didn't know how long it had been like this, a few drops of water hung on the tips of his hair, his skin was pale, his lips had no color, and the sharpness between his eyebrows remained undiminished. Dressed in black, he looked solemn and cold, and looked a little dull, until the umbrella cast a shadow in front of him, and he didn't react at all.

Song Yao didn't speak. This was the first time he looked at Ran Rin from this perspective. His heart was complicated, and the umbrella in his hand stretched forward unknowingly.

Seeing the other party standing up slowly, he quickly raised the umbrella a little bit, probably because he had been squatting for a while, so it took time to get used to it.

When Ran Lin saw the person coming, the depths of his pupils flickered as if they had been washed by the rain. Song Yao ran too fast, a slight blush appeared on both sides of his fair skin, and his jaw line tightened a little, because Without a scarf, the superior neckline is fully exposed.

He's not at an age where he can suppress his personality well, but it's just because of his nature that he has no chance to be presumptuous. Even if he tries to calm down, he can even hear the surprise and panic in his voice.

"Why are you here, you don't need training?"

"It's over, I'm just a little worried." Song Yao said truthfully.

"Me?" Ran Lin took the initiative to answer.

Song Yao hummed.

Ran Lin turned his head slightly, deliberately not to look at him, but said in a normal voice, "I don't know how to do anything."

Song Yao heard a touch of sarcasm, although it was not aimed at him, but seeing this unwillingness to cooperate, he couldn't help scolding the unlucky boy in his heart, and consciously lowered his mouth by an octave, with a bit of a tone at the end. Qi Yin, "I know of course you won't do anything, but come down with me now, okay?"

He believed that no matter how sad it was, Ran Lin would never give up on such a reason.

At this moment, Ran Lin stared at the ground with eyes that he could not understand, but remained motionless.

Now Song Yao was at a loss, he licked his dry lips, his eyes were full of love, "Look, it's getting dark now, and it's raining outside, I didn't tell you not to come, come again next time, okay? "

"Oh."

Ran Lin suddenly became very talkative again.

Song Yao was made so hard by him repeatedly that he couldn't speak harsh words, so he could only persuade him with good words, and he was prepared for several rounds in his heart. Hearing this, he almost blurted out another sentence.

"You go down first."

Suddenly something stuffed into Ran Lin's arms, it was an umbrella, he caught it in a hurry, he didn't understand, so he took two steps forward, and then realized that Song Yao didn't follow at all, so he looked behind him and found that the other party stayed where he was, standing by himself position.

Speaking of Aunt Wu, Song Yao really has the impression that she taught ballet for a period of time, and later she recommended her to learn figure skating. She is considered to be half a teacher. After a few obeisances, he was ready to leave.

As soon as he raised his head, Song Yao noticed that Ran Lin was standing not far away, holding an umbrella with one hand, his eyes were calm, his back was straight and self-contained, and he had been watching from afar for an indeterminate amount of time.

He thought he was in a hurry, so he stepped on the water all the way and walked quickly, his breath was a little unsteady, "Let's go, we will come back another day."

"Us?" Ran Lin's tone was a little puzzled.

Song Yao, "What's the matter, Auntie Wu is also my teacher, I can't do it even if I come over to see her, do you think I don't even remember this?"

It took Ran Lin a while to spit out two words: "As you wish."

It was a tacit consent, but it sounded like he agreed reluctantly.

Song Yao smiled softly and stopped making trouble, "Let me go in and hide."

There are not many opportunities to use umbrellas, so there is only a small one at home, which is more than enough for one person, but not enough for two people, the space suddenly becomes tense, shoulders are pressed against shoulders, and breaths are slightly intertwined in the air.

The rain showed no sign of decreasing, and the sound of falling on the steps became louder.

"Give it to me." Song Yao raised his hand to take the umbrella, but Ran Lin avoided it quietly.

"Need not."

Song Yao inexplicably felt that the skin behind his ear was a little itchy, and suddenly understood why he didn't like his sticking it up, and silently retracted his hand.

When I first came here, I didn't think there was anything wrong, but when I waited, I realized that the road was still quite long.

In the end, it was Ran Lin who couldn't stand the silence, with imperceptible fragility in his voice, "Actually, I didn't plan to come back, at least not before participating in the competition."

Song Yao was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at Ran Lin's deep and distinct side face, while the latter was just looking ahead, and he murmured, "Because of Teacher Wu?"

"Yes, but not all." Ran Lin's voice merged with the sound of rain.

Emotions are like Pandora's magical box, which cannot be taken back once opened.

Song Yao forgot to look away for a moment, rolled his Adam's apple, put his hand in his pocket, and couldn't help but hold his other meal card.

For a moment, I wanted to send it away.