【Zhou Xiang】Gravity

1.

Zhou Zekai touched himself with something, was it his lips?Or fingertips?This matter is destined to become a mystery.Because after that, Sun Xiang made an unprecedented miscalculation——

He should have opened his eyes before the sense of touch disappeared, so that he could get the truth 100%.However, at that moment, because his mind was so shocked that he went blank, he was stunned for seven or eight seconds, and he just missed the opportunity.

When he finally opened his eyes, Zhou Zekai was already in a half-bent posture.The light slid across the top of his soft black hair, casting a transparent almond color, and the pupils of the same color were looking at him quietly at the moment, with no abnormality in their eyes.

"I made some mung bean paste," Zhou Zekai said irrelevantly, "Do you want to drink?"

Sun Xiang: "... eh?"

2.

Sun Xiang rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, turned over and sat up, propping his hands on the edge of the sofa, hanging his head in a daze.

Zhou Zekai went to the kitchen to serve mung bean paste, and he was the only one left in the living room.At this time, Sun Xiang's brain was finally cleared up a little, and he could think about some complicated issues, so the first thing he was depressed about was that a certain friend was too familiar with him - when he knew that he only uttered a questioning syllable, Zhou Zekai asked Knowing that he would definitely not reject the mung bean paste - in this way, the time gear that was jammed just now returned to the normal track just because of a bowl of mung bean paste, as if that fleeting accident never happened at all.

Is this bowl of mung bean paste intentionally arranged?Come on!

Will he still be able to ask the question "What did you touch my lips with" in front of Zhou Zekai later?

The more Sun Xiang thought about it, the more depressed he became. Because he was absent-minded, when the mung bean paste came, his hands shook when he added the sugar, and he almost poured half of the jar into it.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Zekai propped his head and looked at him across a table, as if he really didn't know anything.

Sun Xiang's throat was a little constricted.The whole thing was too magical, like mung bean paste with too much sugar, it made him dizzy, but he couldn't complain, and he didn't know how to answer Zhou Zekai better.A mess of thoughts flashed through his mind, Sun Xiang finally chose not to say anything, just shook his head, and finished the mung bean paste in one gulp.

"Thank you for your hospitality, I... I'm going home now."

Zhou Zekai sent him downstairs, and then they walked along the road of the community for a while.During this period, the strong curiosity in Sun Xiang's heart rushed to his throat several times, but he couldn't find the right time, so he felt very abrupt no matter what.

He even once wondered if he fell asleep and confused what happened in the dream with reality—otherwise, why would he still be able to walk with Zhou Zekai so calmly like ordinary friends after finding out that "Zhou Zekai might have kissed him".

What he didn't know was that when he kicked the stone because he was upset, Zhou Zekai looked at him several times.

The gate of the community is right in front of you, "I'm so annoying." Sun Xiang said suddenly.

"bother?"

Sun Xiang was stunned for a moment.In fact, after saying that sentence, he himself didn't realize why he said that.Maybe it was because the things held in his chest couldn't find an outlet for a long time, which caused the inadvertent emotions to leak out.

"Isn't it going to take another two days to see the new head teacher? I'm tired of this." He explained, "Don't find another one who is not the same as Wu Yulan. Speaking of this, aren't you curious?"

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai looked at him, "I don't care."

"Tch, as expected of you, you always act calm." Sun Xiang jumped to the edge of the road, put his hands in his pockets, and stretched his neck as if looking for a taxi, but the words meant something, "You don't I know that sometimes I really want to pinch your face, try to pinch other expressions."

Zhou Zekai didn't respond.

Sun Xiang couldn't help it, hesitated for a moment, then pretended to be careless and complained: "Zhou Zekai, have you been concerned about anything lately?"

"You." Zhou Zekai answered quickly.

Soon, Sun Xiang was so startled that he almost fell off the curb: "...fuck!"

Zhou Zekai grabbed his arm: "Be careful."

Sun Xiang's eyes flickered slightly, and he hid back without a trace: "I can see that you really care about me."

"Yeah." Zhou Zekai's tone was as natural as saying that the weather was nice, "We are good friends."

Fuck your best friend.Do you have the ability to reinstall, reinstall?

Sun Xiang...doesn't want to talk anymore.

At this time, an empty taxi passed by, Sun Xiang quickly waved to stop, and then jumped into the car without looking back.

After reporting the address, he saw Zhou Zekai still standing in the same place from the rearview mirror, his eyes were cast in his direction.

He pursed his lips, and turned his head angrily to the side where he couldn't see the rearview mirror.

It's hard for him to express how he feels right now.are you happy?Are you upset?Are you irritable?he does not know.For a moment, he thought that Zhou Zekai was just a piggy bank.That way he just grabs it and shakes it hard.All the things hidden inside will be shaken out for a moment.Instead of being like now, he couldn't figure out what Zhou Zekai was thinking, and he didn't know how to ask.

Even if he likes Zhou Zekai, he can't make Zhou Zekai more pleasing to him at this moment.

——When did this bastard start to talk and act so misleadingly?

3.

The two-day sheep herding period passed by in a flash, and it was back to school day in a blink of an eye.

Sun Xiang was wrong before, no need for Monday, during evening self-study, the legendary new head teacher appeared in the classroom with a big tea mug in his arms.In addition to the big teapot, his hair, which looks like the lead singer of the band, and his unshaven beard are also particularly eye-catching.

"Ma Hongbo." The middle-aged man Alpha yawned, and wrote his name on the blackboard. The writing on the blackboard was strong and smooth with one hand, which was completely different from his lazy wandering singer temperament. "Everyone can call me Laoma."

What made everyone look at each other the most was that Ma Hongbo's first fire when he took office was to ask everyone to clean up well on the Civilized Campus Day next week, and at least to fight for a floating red flag-you know, Wu Yulan used to be very concerned about this kind of and learning. They are not allowed to participate in irrelevant matters.

In this regard, Lao Ma’s explanation is: “After all, there is an adaptation period for the new shift, and you will not be able to blame me for your poor performance in the exam. But Chuangwei did not do well, and the principal will miss me in the morning meeting next week. I am afraid that my brain will hurt. .Everyone, give me some face."

The whole class: "..."

After a few days, he did another operation that made the next class stunned—he asked the health committee to wipe off the blackboard with "XX days left until the countdown to the college entrance examination"—this is not Wu Yulan relics of history.All grades do it.

"Only classes with poor grades need incentives." Lao Ma tapped on the blackboard to report, "You are already the first in the average grade, and I am here, are you still afraid of the college entrance examination?"

"Teacher, what does this have to do with your coming?" Du Ming asked.

"Because," Ma Hongbo pointed to himself, "It's coming!" Then he pointed to everyone, "Success!"

"Pfft—" First one person couldn't hold back and began to shake his shoulders, and then it spread to the whole class, "Hahahahahahahaha—"

"..." Sun Xiang was one of the few who didn't laugh. "He must be mentally retarded, right? He can only tell bad jokes?"

That's right, after getting along so far, Ma Hongbo can be said to have won the hearts of almost all the students except Sun Xiang.

If it is said that Wu Yulan is going to the extreme of doing anything for the sake of achievement, then Lao Ma should follow her completely in the opposite direction.In his own class, when he encounters the fourth or eighth period, he will end the class at least 5 minutes earlier, so that everyone can go to the cafeteria to grab the "freshest" and "limited" dishes in advance, and he usually cares about every student. Trends, anyone who has a headache knows it, will help to ask for leave, help arrange small stoves to make up classes, the level of dedication is not distinguished by grades, and even when there is a friendly basketball game between classes, they will bring self-made mineral water bottles to help cheer.

"So why do you hate Sun Xiang? The old horse is so good and reliable. Compared with the old witch, he is like a heaven and earth." During another meal, Wu Qi brought up a topic that everyone cared about.

"...Why do you have to have a reason, can I just see him upset?" Sun Xiang replied palely.

While talking, Zhou Zekai put the last bullfrog into his bowl.Sun Xiang's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and before he could refuse, Zhou Zekai had already turned back.

"Brother Kai is eccentric! Too eccentric!" Du Ming yelled, "Why do you always care about Sun Xiang first?"

"Huh?" Zhou Zekai raised his eyebrows.

"real!"

This time Zhou Zekai simply pretended not to hear.

day.Sun Xiang wailed inwardly.

Putting aside the fact that everyone is complaining about his "intimate relationship" with Zhou Zekai, whether it is getting more and more unscrupulous, let's go back to the question Wu Qi asked him...how can he answer it.Tell the truth?He said that when he watched Zhou Zekai do things recently, he felt that the other party deliberately misunderstood him, but he didn't give enough evidence to facilitate himself to pierce the window paper. There's an ethos of making fun of the two of them, so he hates each other?

Of course not!Thinking of this, Sun Xiang glared at Wu Qi irritably.The latter was puzzled and stuck out his tongue: "Well, if you don't like to mention the old horse, we won't mention it."

Sun Xiang thought to himself, what's the use of not mentioning it, if you can help me beg him to stop staring at me to watch the excitement.

Soon Sun Xiang discovered that he probably really had the talent of reverse speech—on that afternoon, Ma Hongbo, who was supposed to attend some teaching meeting, unexpectedly rushed back to class again—just to supervise their cleaning .

"If you don't study hard, you won't necessarily be beaten by the society. If you don't clean well, you will definitely be left on duty."

Sun Xiang heard this guy preaching his theory of "If you don't sweep a house, how can you sweep the world" theory from a long distance away, and when Lu Boyuan reminded him to throw away the empty drink bottle quickly, Sun Xiang's irritability index soared instantly.He was too lazy to go to the front, grabbed the bottle, jumped up in a three-point shooting posture, and threw it into the trash can across the class.

Unexpectedly, Ma Hongbo just opened the door and entered at this moment.The bottle slammed into the door, rebounded, and passed by, wiping the face of Squad Leader Zhou who was helping to move the table not far away, under the watchful eyes of everyone.

The air was silent for a moment.

"Zhou Zekai, your face!" Chestnut yelled as he was the closest to Zhou Zekai.

Zhou Zekai subconsciously touched the left side of his cheek, there was no bleeding, but the skin seemed to be scratched a little.He couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth when he touched it.

The one who was most nervous was Sun Xiang. He just couldn't see Zhou Zekai's injury from that angle. He was so frightened that he was so frightened that he turned over the table and picked the closest route to rush to Zhou Zekai. Zhou Zekai was about to touch his left hand again. face movements.

"Don't move!" he yelled, "Hands are dusty! It will be infected!" After speaking, he turned his head and scanned around, fixed his eyes on a small boy and ordered, "Medical kit! Bring it to me!"

The medicine box was delivered quickly.Sun Xiang didn't choose to let Zhou Zekai handle it himself, but frowned, intending to apply iodophor to Zhou Zekai in public.Du Ming couldn't help muttering: "...Does it need to be so exaggerated?"

Lu Boyuan shook his head: "I feel that rejection is written in every cell of Brother Kai's body."

Indeed, everyone in the classroom almost stopped what they were doing, and began to cast curious and concerned gazes. At this moment, Zhou Zekai, who was always calm after being scratched by the bottle, felt exaggerated and couldn't help it. Frowning, leaning back: "It's okay."

"You know it hurts now? Just hide! You won't hide when you see a bottle flying over?" Sun Xiang's brain circuit showed a miraculous shift again.While talking, he wanted to grab Zhou Zekai's face, but he didn't even notice that the eyes of the people around him had turned into the look of gossip burning.

"Tsk tsk tsk, young people nowadays," said a middle-aged uncle who had eaten enough melons behind him, hugging his chest, and said, "I won't report on dating, but it doesn't mean you don't need to pay attention to the influence."

Sun Xiang's face flushed instantly, he didn't know whether it was from shame or anger: "Nonsense, Zhou Zekai and I are pure, pure, pure—"

He had a ghost in his heart, and after being pure for a long time, he stammered and couldn't hold back a word.The whole class sighed inwardly and wanted to give him some wax.

The old horse's eyes lit up: "A pure man-male relationship?"

TBC

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