Just hug me

After getting on the computer, Qi Hao turned on the game and started playing his own game, ignoring Song Ming next to him.

Occasionally, he glanced over and found that Song Ming was doing a novice tutorial, and he was a little serious. Qi Hao was slightly stunned, and said while operating the hero: "You are playing for the first time."

Song Ming responded, and said without concealment: "Well, I want to play with you."

"It's not very quick to get started."

Qi Hao also talked about a few competitive battle games that he usually played. Song Ming had never played it, and he didn't know that Song Ming could play it. Song Ming said helplessly: "Forget it...I'll find a movie by myself look."

The characters in the game happened to die, and the screen turned gray. Qi Hao was silent for a few moments, and said, "Do you need... I'll watch it with you?"

Song Ming looked at him, hesitated for a while, seemed to want to say "yes", finally picked his hand, poked the keyboard and said: "It's okay, you can continue to play."

Song Ming stroked the mouse silently, watching the high-scoring movies flashing across the screen.

"Farewell My Concubine, happy together, dreaming about Paris, please use your..."

Qi Hao didn't wear all the earphones, but half of the earphones near Song Ming's side were worn. He frowned when he heard the title of the film he was reading, and looked at Song Ming's host screen: "What column are you looking at?"

"What's wrong?" Song Ming asked, "They are all high-scoring Douban movies, and they seem to be classics. Is there anything wrong with them?"

Qi Hao said dumbly, there are a lot of movies, but the students read them all... He shook his head and said nothing, then turned his eyes away.

Song Ming opened one casually, enlarged the full screen, then leaned back on the sofa, curled up her legs and hugged her knees, and watched the movie very intently, without any extra sound.

At twelve o'clock, the main lights in the lobby of the Internet cafe will be turned off.

The small cubicle is no exception, the whole atmosphere becomes very dim, only a few places where there are people, the keyboard and screen are bright, and occasionally there are a few foul words, complaining about the operation of the teammates.

Song Ming chose a domestic horror movie, "Curse Paradise" is a very old movie.The volume is turned up very high, the earphones leak some sound, the high-pitched screams of women and the creepy sound effects are deliberately set.

The sound effects stopped suddenly, and the dead face dug out by the heroine in the movie suddenly opened her eyes.

Song Ming shook violently in fright, and the sofa also shook. He bit his finger nervously.

Qi Hao looked back and saw such a picture.

Song Ming huddled into a ball, nestled in the corner of the sofa, covered her face with her hands, her eyes exposed between her fingers were still staring at the screen, trembling while watching.

It's like a rabbit that knows there's a wolf next to the carrot pit, but shivering and getting closer.

Qi Hao: "..."

He took off the earphones and threw them aside, leaned back quietly, and blew a breath of air-conditioning slowly near Song Ming's ear.

Song Ming froze suddenly, and closed her eyes tightly for a long time, not daring to open them.

There was no place to retreat in the back, and he was about to climb up the wall, he cautiously stretched out a hand to touch Qi Hao's side, and when he touched his arm, he clung to it tightly and stuck to it.

"I thought you would yell." Qi Hao pulled out his hand and took off the earphones on his head, "I'm afraid to watch horror movies like this."

Song Ming slowed down, stroked his chest and said, "Usually I dare not look at it alone."

He took the earphones tremblingly and wanted to continue watching, Qi Hao thought it was a bit funny, he glanced at the screen and said: "This woman and that man are about to die, their necks were cut by the steel wire, If these two people don't die now, they will die when they go back."

Song Ming was stunned for a moment, and protested in a low voice: "Senior, you spoil the spoiler!"

"Then watch another movie." Qi Hao said.

Song Ming couldn't say no to him, glared at him angrily, and took a big sip of soda into the straw, so he had to change to a much calmer romance movie.

The plot was quite plain, and Song Ming fell asleep leaning on the back of the sofa with her head tilted without watching it for more than ten minutes, and the earphones had already been squeezed out.

Song Ming was in a deep sleep, with a few red marks on the side of his face, his lips were slightly parted, and there was still a trace of glistening saliva on his side, Qi Hao helped him straighten his body without moving.

Qi Hao watched for a moment, then wiped away the drool from his lips with his thumb.

The saliva was wiped off, but the hand was not retracted, the rotating picture on the screen reflected some light and shadow, Qi Hao stared at his face silently, the face was soft, and there was a layer of soft fluff, the lips were also soft, faintly pink.

It should be a green taste.

After a few seconds, when he came back to his senses, his fingertips had already walked half a circle along Song Ming's lip line.

Qi Hao suddenly withdrew his hand, got up and walked out.

The hardware facilities were so poor that Song Ming woke up after not sleeping for a long time.

He rubbed his eyes and saw Qi Hao who was sitting beside him with steam on his face. There seemed to be a little smell in the air that he didn't have before. People who don't smoke are very sensitive to the smell of smoke.

Song Ming sniffled and said in a daze, "Senior, you seem to smell like cigarettes?"

"I got it in the bathroom." Qi Hao said while pinching his brows.

Song Ming curled her lips, as if she accepted the answer. There are a lot of Internet cafes who smoke, and it's normal for clothes to smell of cigarettes.

There was a handful of Hsu Fu Chi's sandwich coconut milk candy on the table. He picked up the mineral water on the table, unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. Song Ming stopped suddenly, and there was a smell on the bottle mouth. He leaned forward and smelled it. , It seems to be the smell of smoke.

Song Ming frowned, rolled over and sat on Qi Hao without saying a word, sniffing around like a puppy poking his head.

"Are you a dog?"

Qi Hao's body tensed suddenly, his voice was a little hoarse, he turned his face and pushed Song Ming down.

"Did you go to smoke behind my back, and there is a smell of smoke in your mouth." Song Ming looked at him and said.

Qi Hao said without changing his expression: "No."

The exhaled breath was mixed with a strong aroma of coconut milk, and Song Ming could smell nothing else.

"Really not?"

Song Ming dubiously asked, and reached into Qi Hao's pocket, there was nothing but the wallet key.

"Don't get so close to me." Qi Hao said in a deep voice, "Smoke is not a good thing, if you didn't touch me before, you won't touch me again, and you are not allowed to learn from it."

Song Ming murmured "Oh", then casually tore apart a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth.

Half an hour ago, Qi Hao bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter at the counter and went into the bathroom.

The first time Qi Hao smoked, his face was flushed from choking, his eyes were wet, and he didn't feel any better after taking a few puffs. Apart from smoking his throat, he had no special experience. The more he smoked, the more irritable he became.

After discovering what kind of thoughts he had moved, Qi Hao's first reaction was to calm down.

It always helps to be calm.

Maybe it's just an illusion. The specific temperature in a specific scene triggers a strange and ignorant illusion, which is hazy and fresh.People can't help but want to find out what is causing the trouble.

"patta-patta-"

Qi Hao flicked the lighter up and down irregularly, watching the flames jump up and disappear suddenly.

A small piece of sandalwood was burning under the window sill, and the rising smoke was blown away by the night wind. He looked at the flashing red dot in his hand, but his mood did not become brighter, but...increasingly dull and dignified.

Qi Hao stared at the void in a daze, as if the soft and delicate touch was still at hand.

Can't see through but seems to be within reach.

A 17-year-old high school student should have the ability to recognize himself, and he should think about how to deal with fear and panic.

Qi Hao thinks he is not a person who blindly evades reality.

He stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw the remaining cigarettes and lighter into the trash can, walked to the sink, and rubbed his face vigorously with cold water.

"It's itchy," Song Ming scratched the raised bumps on his arms, "I heard mosquitoes screaming in my ears."

After he finished scratching his arm, he raised his hand to scratch his face again. Qi Hao saw several red marks scratched by his fingernails on his originally slender arm, and pulled Song Ming's hand down, "If you scratch again, you will lose your appearance." .”

Qi Hao got up and asked the boss for a green ointment in a small round jar, applied it with his fingertips, and rubbed it gently.

It's cool and refreshing, and it's much better in an instant.

Not long after, Song Ming pressed his forehead and said, "I feel a little dizzy and nauseous."

Qi Hao wrote lightly: "I stayed up late, just go back to sleep and it will be fine."

Song Ming stroked her flat belly and moved her lips: "I seem to be a little hungry again."

Qi Hao glanced at the time on the display screen, raised his eyes and asked him: "It's 03:30, are you sure you have the appetite to eat? Your digestive system needs to rest."

"It seems impossible." Song Ming thought for a while and replied.

At dawn, Qi Hao sent Song Ming to the door of his house, and then took a taxi back to catch up on sleep.

They hadn't slept all night, and the shadows under their eyes were heavy. Song Ming was so sleepy that he hadn't slept in 800 years. On the way back, he yawned, his eyes were wet and he couldn't open them, and he was sleepy.

In the taxi, Song Ming tilted her head and leaned on Qi Hao's shoulder, as if she should have done so naturally.

Qi Hao moved his eyelids, his eyes were full of exhaustion, but his brain was exceptionally clear.

He looked at Song Ming's side face, raised his eyelids, and found that the driver was secretly looking at them through the rearview mirror, and Qi Hao approached Song Ming calmly.

When Qi Hao arrived home, Sun Yue was pushing the suitcase to go downstairs, his face was not very good-looking.

Maybe it's because it was early and he left in a hurry, so he didn't even have time to put on makeup. It was the first time Qi Hao saw her without heavy makeup. Her facial features were a little strangely swollen, and she felt a bit uncoordinated after plastic surgery.

He glanced roughly at the room, and found that all the women's products in the open were gone. The bags and jackets that were casually thrown on the sofa, the meal replacement gift boxes in the cupboard, and the ladies' parasols at the door were all taken away.

He immediately understood that either he was dumped or she dumped Qi Xiuhong, and he had to pack up and leave now.

Qi Hao said casually: "Let's go."

At the beginning, Sun Yue was worried that he would be a stepmother at such a young age, and he would suffer no matter what.

In the end, they broke up after two months, which was a bit embarrassing, but she was secretly glad that she didn't work hard on this kid.It's useless to spend time trying to please.

She responded indiscriminately, and took out the big and small bags from the room, "Don't close the door, I can't finish it all in one trip."

"You can figure it out yourself." Qi Hao said, "I want to sleep, if I lose something, it's your fault."

Sun Yue was stunned, and teased in a low voice: "Who cares about it?" Then he took out a few pairs of high heels from the shoe cabinet and stuffed them into the paper bag.

Qi Hao ignored her, didn't bother to give her a look, closed the bedroom door and fell on the bed.

In the evening, Qi Hao had just had a good night's sleep, and when he picked up his mobile phone, he saw all kinds of bombing news on it, including Zhu Yao's at the same table, and Cheng Ye's.

They are all talking about grades. The grade report sheet for this mid-term exam has been posted in the class group. The second column is for the class. The top few and high scores in individual subjects are all marked with emphasis. Looking to the right, the class ranks third, grade 170 three.

He pulled down the form and glanced at Cheng Ye's English score. It was 96 points, neither bad nor bad, and he should be able to handle it.

-Zhu Yao: Haohao, you are too amazing!I told you to study hard, and finally got the hang of it.

-Zhu Yao: You are 24 points behind the No. [-]. My sister believes that you will surpass it sooner or later.

-Zhu Yao: But...someone asked me if you copied it, I gave it back, I know you definitely won't cheat, ignore those gossiping people, they are jealous of you.

-Cheng Ye: Thank you brother for raising your hand to help [laugh and cry]

- Cheng Ye: My mother said that she will not ask the school teacher to give me extra lessons for the time being.Speaking of which, why did the two of you just leave last night? It's too embarrassing.

Qi Hao replied a few messages, and sent a screenshot of the results to Yan Suyun and Song Ming.

This is just the beginning, and he knows he can do better.