Rival says he loves me

Fang Gayao propped his chin with his hands, watching Wu Wei drink, his index finger knelt on the raised edge, and when the tip of his nose was close to the mouth of the cup, he could still hear a slight panting.

Same as kissing.

Fang Jiayao tried his best to concentrate, holding the small ring on his finger that he joked just now.

"Can you play basketball?" Fang Gayao half-sat on the bed, and hooked the beer can over with his fingers.

He felt that Wu Wei drank a little too much.

"Yes, I used to play in high school." Wu Wei ticked off the slightly tight neckline, "Do you want to play?"

"I won't." Fang Gayao silently arranged the empty soda cans on the ground, and clasped the rest on the table, meaning enough.

Moreover, Fang Gayao spent most of his time in the dance room or the alley where he played dances together. He was still a little bit different from the so-called sunshine boy. At that time, dancing was not a kind of sport in the eyes of many people. It seems that they are ignorant, a group of crazy boys are very self-confident, very decadent.

The time for dancing has taken up half of leisure sports, and Fang Gayao only stays at the level of knowing the rules of basketball.

"I can teach you," Wu Wei put his hands on the table, and asked leisurely, "but now I want to know whether you will keep me or not."

The corners of Wu Wei's eyes were slightly red, except for the yawn just now, it should be the effect of alcohol, Fang Gayao naturally regarded what he said just now as nonsense uttered under the effect of alcohol.

"No," Fang Gayao got up to clear the table, and started to push people away, "You put on your clothes first, the professional class will have important points tomorrow, so go early."

"Give you."

Wu Wei threw the book on the table that Fang Gayao had just cleared out, "I got it from Xing Nan, and the key points of the third section are all there, you just read it."

Wu Wei touched the coat hanging on the small balcony, and stretched his arms to put it on. Inside was Fang Jiayao's large sweater. He pointed at the coat, "Let's talk about it first, don't think about asking for clothes, let's go." Wu Wei tugged at the one inside him, "Just treat it as a gift from me."

Wu Wei walked very simply, but told Fang Jiayao not to see him off when he went out, said good night, and went downstairs with the unique astringent smell of Tsingtao beer on a rainy night.

Fang Jiayao didn't even have time to send him off, and he also forgot that Wu Wei didn't have an umbrella at all. When the window was scratched by a tree branch and the glass was smashed, Fang Jiayao went out to call him.

Or you stay.

Fang Jiayao wanted to say this, but he still couldn't catch up. Standing at the stairs, all he could see outside was the cool rain reflected by the headlights downstairs.

One night, Fang Jiayao listened to the sound of rain beating on the glass surface, but he couldn't fall asleep.

Going to the classroom early in the morning, I saw Vanke lying on the corner of the last row of desks and yawning. Seeing Fang Jiayao's eyes lit up, he waved to him, "Brother Yao, you are here. I'll wait for you for a long time."

Fang Jiayao walked forward along the table, glanced around, but didn't see Wu Wei, and when he got to Vanke, he asked him, "You don't have class today?"

"The teacher was dragged to help by a fellowship game, and I changed my self-study, so I slipped away." It was not hot, and Vanke still only wore a fiery red jersey with an oversized "39" printed on it, sweating on his head. Not dry, sticky sticky on the forehead, Vanke cut his hair, the back of his neck showed a piece of green scum, "Brother Yao, why don't you go to see the free ball game in the afternoon, and go to Nantah University."

"Freeball match?" Fang Jiayao found a shady place to sit down, leaned on the chair and asked, "Is it a competition with Nan Da?"

"It doesn't count, just warm up with them before the official start of the game," Vanke explained while lowering his head and sliding his phone. When a message came, he stood up abruptly, with a dirty word on his lips, "Fuck, what kind of garbage man is Nanda?" Ah, playing ball or hitting people?!"

"what happened?"

"Stupid Nan is hospitalized, it's caused by NTU," Wanke was annoyed, and grabbed his hair, "I'll blow him up this afternoon, fuck me." Wanke touched his face with his collar, and broke out from the sweat he had just lost.

"Where is this afternoon?" Fang Jiayao closed the originally opened book, sat upright and said, "I'll go in the afternoon."

Fang Jiayao didn't see Wu Wei during the whole noon, and when he came out of the cafeteria, he thought that Xing Nan was still lying in the hospital, and he knew only a few people in East University of Science and Technology. He didn't have the habit of taking a nap at noon, so he went directly to school clinic.

The five-storey small building with red background and yellow paint has a red flag and iron characters "Affiliated Hospital of East University of Science and Technology" hanging on it.

Xingnan is on the third floor. Fang Jiayao went to the school supermarket on the way to buy some fresh sweet oranges. He took a small bag and walked upstairs. After turning the corner, he reached the door of his ward. Fang Jiayao looked inside. He saw Wu Wei leaning on the table by the window, holding an unlit cigarette in his hand, and Xing Nan lying on the white lacquered bed behind him.

He knocked on the door.

"Brother Yao, it's worth breaking your leg." Xing Nancong smiled coquettishly when he saw Fang Jiayao, turned his face and yelled at Wu Wei who had just turned around, "Master Wei, brother Yao is here, I What a big face to bring you together."

Xing Nan's foot was covered with a freshly made plaster cast. It was bulging and half-hanging, with his teeth and claws stretched out in a funny way. Fang Jiayao almost thought that the ankle was twisted by himself, so he turned his head and asked him, "Who?" Made it?"

Fang Jiayao put the fruit on a clean plate, still thinking about what Vanke said.

Nanda came to help grandson.

"Ke Zhe," Wu Wei squeezed the cigarette in his hand into the cigarette box, threw it on the Xingnan desk, and repeated, "Last time, I asked to fuck that one."