Just hug me

Cheng Ye walked ahead with the ball in his arms, and when he went down the stairs, he didn't forget to look back at Qi Hao's extra tail.He couldn't understand why Qi Hao suddenly got mixed up with this junior.

It's too good to die, take it with you wherever you go.

It's fine to eat together at noon, and you have to take it with you when you play in the afternoon. This kid doesn't know how to play, so he can only sit on the sidelines and watch.It was like this for a few days.

What's the use of carrying it.

The more Cheng Ye thought about it, the more strange he became.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that this junior has some ulterior purpose.

Song Ming didn't mind him staring at him, and when Cheng Ye turned around, he smiled back friendly and generously let him see enough.

On the way from the classroom to the basketball court, when Cheng Ye No. 18 looked back at Song Ming, Qi Hao slapped him, "You don't feel ashamed to watch Tweed endlessly."

"Fuck! Qi Hao! Did I say don't hit me on the head! Did I say that!" Cheng Ye said violently, covering the back of his head with one hand.

Qi Hao said indifferently: "My hands are not strong."

Cheng Ye stared, and said angrily, "It's not so fucking big! I feel like my brain is shaking! With your strength, don't you have to break the skin when you do it yourself?"

His voice was not low, and the female students passing by turned their heads frequently, covering their mouths and laughing.

Qi Hao caught a glimpse of Song Ming's mouth slightly raised from the corner of his eye, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.

Cheng Ye was still talking about the topic just now with no lower limit like a god, and seeing no response, he became more and more energetic in his talk, which was both obscene and explosive, and Qi Hao immediately raised his hand and wanted to slap it up again.

Cheng Ye immediately jumped a long way with the ball in his arms, distanced himself from him, and said angrily, "Fuck it?!"

Qi Hao frowned and said, "Take care of your stinky mouth."

Cheng Ye asked back: "You have a good mouth?"

Qi Hao nodded to Song Ming next to him, and said slowly, "Not suitable for children."

Cheng Ye seemed to have heard a big joke, he savored the word "inappropriate for children" back and forth, laughed for a long time, and then said to Qi Hao: "We are both underage, do you want to consider paying for your child abuse behavior?" cost?"

"Like...bringing breakfast for a month?"

"You'll have it when you go home and sleep now." Qi Hao said.

Cheng Ye didn't understand, and asked, "What?"

Qi Hao looked at him and said seriously: "When I fall asleep, I have everything in my dream."

It wasn't until Cheng Ye realized that he had been slapped and played a trick on him.

He cursed a few words in a low voice, and repeated: "You have a really sweet mouth."

Qi Hao put his arm on Song Ming's shoulders naturally, and said leisurely: "This is a child. What kind of child are you, a strong man with a height of 180 and a weight of [-], mentally retarded?"

Song Ming didn't hide from Qi Hao's embrace, and became more obedient, and followed Qi Hao's footsteps into the basketball court.

Cheng Ye couldn't say no to Qi Hao, so he changed the topic: "Then you still have strong hands."

"Is it over?" Qi Hao yawned.

Cheng Ye said, "It's you who didn't finish."

Qi Hao let go of his hands, demonstrated again to Song Ming, patted him lightly on the head, tilted his head and asked: "Isn't it big, huh?"

Song Ming laughed, "Well, it's quite light."

"you……"

Cheng Ye was speechless, and ran into the arena while patting the ball.

Qi Hao and the others will take some time to train before the evening self-study, and Song Ming will sit on the bench beside the field and watch.

This has been the case for the past few days, sitting quietly watching their training, not disturbing or playing with mobile phones.

In fact, Qi Hao himself didn't understand why he suddenly got mixed up with his elementary school brother. Anyway, besides returning home from class, he followed wherever he went. Thinking about it, it didn't seem to hinder him. He simply accepted having an extra little follower. fact.

Song Ming may have just been on a whim, and stopped following after a while.

Qi Hao thinks that he has a good character and has an extra brother.

Most of the bruise on the middle of Song Ming's nose has disappeared, but there is still a new band-aid on it. Song Ming will take it off every day when she goes home, and then go to school to find Qi Hao the next day.

Then Qi Hao, like his elder brother, is so radiant, first he poured some safflower oil and massaged him, while rubbing, asked repeatedly how the strength was and whether it hurt, and after the massage, he put a new band-aid on him to cover the injury.

Qi Hao deeply felt that if he had a younger brother, he would definitely be the best brother in the world.

However, according to the virtues of his parents, it is impossible to create a younger brother and sister in this life.

On the basketball court, Qi Hao indulged himself all over the court.

Only at this time can he forget a little bit of himself.

Because there is no need to think too much, as long as he is on the basketball court, his mind is only full of defense, grabbing, passing and shooting, and there is no room for him to think about what he has.So he likes this sport very much.

As long as those memories can be tightly suppressed.

It is best not to remember all the unhappy and disappointing things.

Sometimes he thinks that if he can grow to two meters and be stronger, relying on the spirit of completely giving his body and mind to basketball, maybe he can become a person like James.He has a great reputation and a lot of military exploits.

Then get rid of his father and tell his mother that your son is also promising.

Hey... just think about it.

"What's going on! They're all sleepwalking." "Be careful! Come back quickly!"

In a daze, the basketball has been dunked by the opponent, and a three-pointer was missed by surprise.Some things really cannot be thought about.

When Qi Hao ran back to the defense under the backboard, he seemed to see Song Ming holding his mobile phone at him out of the corner of his eye. What was he doing, taking a picture of himself?Before he had time to think about it, Qi Hao jumped up suddenly, blocked the ball, and ran towards the opposite rebound.

After playing for a few more minutes, Qi Hao left early and walked towards Song Ming.

These days, as long as Qi Hao doesn't go to eat, this student doesn't go to eat either. Whenever he asks, he says there is food in the classroom, what can he eat, and he probably only has a few minutes to eat bread.

I asked him to go to the cafeteria first but he refused to go, so he stayed here and did not move.

Qi Hao didn't know that he had such a strong personality, so attractive that his juniors didn't even eat.

Considering his junior's illness, he had no choice but to leave early and go to the cafeteria with Song Ming, "Let's go, let's eat."

Song Ming looked at the people who were still going on in the field, "Aren't you going to fight?"

"I'm hungry, I can't move." Qi Hao said.

Song Ming got up and followed after hearing the words, Qi Hao sighed, he really felt that his temper was so good that he couldn't say it, if he were to change to an ordinary person, he must have been bored long ago, regardless of whether he would faint from hunger.

Qi Hao remembered what he saw just now, and asked him: "You just...are you taking pictures of me?"

"Yes." The answer was straightforward.

Qi Hao continued to ask: "...why?"

Song Ming said: "It's pretty and handsome, I want to take a few photos as a souvenir."

After speaking, he took out his phone and unlocked it, opened the photo album, and showed him one by one, flipping through and saying: "A few photos are blurred, I will delete them later, the rest are pretty good."

Qi Hao casually took a few glances and took a lot of pictures, but how should I put it... It's a bit hard to say.

Eight of the ten photos were blurred, with double images, and one had a hideous expression with its limbs and fangs and claws, and only one was captured barely enough to be seen.

I don't know which eye of the junior looks good-looking and handsome.

Could it be...Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

Bah bah, what kind of bullshit idiom are you using.

Qi Hao's expression was complicated, and he felt that he needed to listen to the Chinese class carefully to expand his vocabulary.

Song Ming paused, and said: "My technique is not very good, I didn't take a good picture for you, I will do it again for you next time."

"Next time?" Qi Hao asked, "...do you admire someone like me who can play some balls?" He felt a little regretful when he said the words, this question was too narcissistic, and clearly pointed out that Song Ming was his fanboy .

Song Ming smiled, "Well, yes."

The topic was getting awkward, Qi Hao was about to turn it around quickly, when a ball suddenly flew out from the field, right towards Song Ming's head!The trajectory is straight and accurate.

And Song Ming was looking at him, completely unaware of the strong wind blowing towards the back of his head, bringing disaster to him.

Fuck me!Qi Hao really wanted to ask if this kid was naturally chasing the ball, someone who had never touched the ball would get smashed just watching the ball.He pushed Song Ming violently, stretched out his hand, and directly blocked the ball back with his forearm.

With Qi Hao around, he was not given a chance to get in touch with basketball.

Immediately afterwards, he ran over and patted the ball by himself, apologizing: "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Look at someone." Qi Hao said.

He pushed Song Ming, who was still in a daze, into the path, "You are too dangerous, you will always go around in the future, stay away."

"Thank you." Song Ming said in a daze, looking at Qi Hao's arm, "Does it hurt?"

arm?Qi Hao glanced at it casually, rubbed some dust, and did nothing else, "It doesn't hurt, it's nothing. I just took it lightly."

"Hurry up, go to the cafeteria to eat first."

Qi Hao went to the pool to take a rinse, the place where he was hit just now was slightly red, it seemed that he had regained his stamina, and felt a little numb, but it didn't have any effect, and he was much better than the injuries he suffered before.

If Song Ming was hit on the head, it would be no small matter, and he would probably cry.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Qi Hao scanned all the windows, turned his head and asked him: "What do you eat?"

The cafeteria only has this food in total. It’s not unpalatable, but it’s definitely not that delicious. Every now and then, they will give you surprises, add some protein or something.

Song Ming thought about it for a while, and when Qi Hao really thought that he would say something after deliberation and entanglement, Song Ming replied: "It's up to you."

Qi Hao: "..." Then what were you thinking just now?

Qi Hao himself has a very strong taste, he likes spicy and salty food, Song Ming also followed him to buy these few days.

Even though he couldn't eat spicy food, he persisted, his forehead was sweating, his face was flushed, and his mouth was swollen.On the first day like this, Qi Hao couldn't stand it, and on the second day he advised him not to buy it, Song Ming still wanted to eat it.

Qi Hao doesn't understand what's the point of competing.

Walk the road you have traveled, see the scenery you have seen, eat the little peppers you have eaten?

Kind of funny.

At that time, Qi Hao also joked: "Your acceptance, I think not only the lips are swollen, but also the lower mouth..."

Before he finished speaking, he immediately suppressed his expression and stopped his voice. Song Ming looked at him inexplicably, and Qi Hao suddenly felt that he had to pay attention to what he said in the future and hold the door curtain.Now that you have accepted this little brother, you must be a good example and a good senior, and you must not lead the child badly.

Qi Hao said: "Let's drink soup, there are quite a lot of kinds, such as pork rib soup, chicken soup and duck soup, I will give you a supplement."

"Isn't it too bland?" Song Ming asked.

"Could the nutritious soup still be spicy?" Qi Hao replied.

The soup in the school cafeteria is indeed very affordable. It is rich in flavor, fragrant enough, and contains a lot of meat. It can indeed supplement some nutrition for those boarding students who do not go home.

Qi Hao took the plate and sat down in a seat with few people. Song Ming naturally went to sit opposite him.

Then eat in silence.

After getting along for a few days, Qi Hao found that Song Ming had a very regular meal, the spoons and chopsticks would not make unnecessary noises because they touched the edge of the bowl, and he really kept his mouth shut. As long as he didn't speak, Song Ming would absolutely Will not be the first to speak out.

Tutoring should be pretty strict.

Compared with the chattering and eating at the previous tables, the two of them seemed extraordinarily quiet and well-educated.

The first and second floors of the cafeteria are student windows, and the third floor is for the school staff. The stairway is set in the hall, and teachers who stay in the school for evening self-study will go to the third floor to eat.

The two had just finished their meal when three female teachers came down from upstairs and walked across the cafeteria to the other side.

Qi Hao said: "Have you finished eating? Let's go, there is still some time, I will go to the dormitory to take a shower first."

Song Ming didn't respond or move, as if he didn't hear him.

Qi Hao found that his expression was not right, and his eyes were fixed on one of the female teachers, his eyes were a little strange.

Very cold and stern.

Qi Hao glanced at it, and saw that the female teacher had already passed by, and she couldn't see her face, but she felt that the teacher was in good shape, wearing a professional suit, white shirt, and a knee-length skirt, which made her curves look even more concave-convex.

Song Ming was still staring at her until she walked away.

It's like... looking at his lifelong enemy, or the kind of enemy who can't share the sky and hate each other.

This was the first time he saw such obvious negative emotions on Song Ming's face.

Just for a woman with a good figure, how can an ordinary high school student have a deep hatred with a female teacher? Song Ming is still a student of the rocket class.

Moreover, he loves to laugh very much, and he looks very pretty when he smiles, and he speaks softly.

It's pleasing to look at.

Qi Hao frowned, and brushed Song Ming's hair, "What's wrong?"

"What?" Song Ming asked back.

At this moment, he has sorted out his emotions, and he is that elementary school boy who makes people feel refreshed.

Even if something strange was discovered, Song Ming still didn't blush and asked, "Aren't you leaving?"

Qi Hao was silent for a few seconds, "Let's go."

While tidying up the tableware, Qi Hao suddenly remembered Song Ming being criticized by the school last month.

At that time, he didn't listen very carefully. He didn't sleep well the night before, and he squinted his eyes half-closed when he stood on the playground. He didn't listen to what he criticized, and only noticed Song Ming's arrogant attitude.Thinking back now, it might have something to do with what he did just now.

The crime seems to be maliciously contradicting the teacher and disrespecting the teacher?

Is that the female teacher?

Qi Hao was curious, and tentatively asked: "What happened to your report?"

Song Ming didn't answer, but tilted his head slightly to look at him, the corners of his mouth were curved in an elusive arc.

Qi Hao frowned, "Don't laugh like that, it's scary."

Did he laugh like this in the past, but today it makes one's scalp tingle inexplicably, feeling a gust of cold wind blowing from behind, causing coolness to seep out of the pores.

Song Ming repeated over and over again: "...Scary."

"No," Qi Hao explained, "I'm just joking, don't get me wrong."

This child looks very fragile, Qi Hao is quite afraid that saying the wrong thing will hurt his immature and young heart, and he has always been in the mood to take care of him, after all, it is the first time that someone is so clingy to him.

Song Ming lowered her head, a little unhappy, "I will explain to you later."

"En. Then I'll wait for this opportunity." Qi Hao responded.

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