I won't chase you a second time

The afternoon competition is still very tight. The school is full of arrangements as if there is no tomorrow after today, as if they want to finish all the competitions within one breath.

The results of the game came out very quickly, and the audience cheered one after another without stopping.

Jiang Wensong sat in his seat, probably under the influence of the atmosphere, and couldn't help shouting and cheering with the students around him.

When He Mingxu was waiting on the sidelines, he subconsciously looked at the auditorium, and for some reason, the eyes of the two people collided by coincidence.

Jiang Wensong seemed very excited, watching him wave his arms vigorously, and seemed to shout loudly to cheer up, although his voice was immediately drowned in the noisy voices around him.

He Mingxu looked at him and waved his hand as a response.

"Ah! Did you see that! Brother Xu waved to me!" Shen Xingwen, who was sitting next to Jiang Wensong, shouted.

Jiang Wensong didn't seem to hear Shen Xingwen's narcissistic yell, paused, and slowly lowered his waving arms, inexplicably feeling that this scene was somewhat familiar, but couldn't put it into words.

"Beep-"

"Hey, it's about to start!" Shen Xingwen held up his phone to record the video, leaned forward with his buttocks pouted, wishing he could stand up and take a picture.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu in the swimming pool, still in a daze.

It wasn't until Shen Xingwen's screams rang in his ears again that he slowly regained his senses.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! No. [-] again!!! Bro Xu is amazing! Fuck! Awesome!" Shen Xingwen got up and slapped Jiang Wensong's shoulder frantically to express his excitement.

Jiang Wensong, who was in a daze, was almost carried away by Shen Xingwen's vigorous technique.

All the people around stood up and cheered. Jiang Wensong covered his shoulders to avoid Shen Xingwen's big palm, subconsciously followed suit, looked up at the big screen showing the results, only to realize that He Mingxu was the first again, and couldn't help it. Nod, "Great!"

After calming down, Shen Xingwen sat down to watch the rest of the game contentedly, "This is Brother Xu's last game, three gold medals are awesome!"

"The next one is Wang Haohao." Shen Xingwen held his phone and flipped through the screenshots that had been saved long ago. "Speechless School really has a tight schedule, doesn't it consider the physical strength of the athletes? If the schedule is a little wider, and it takes two days, I think Brother Xu..."

Listening to Shen Xingwen's chatter, Jiang Wensong moved his left ear in and out of his right ear, shook his head, breathed a sigh of relief, and temporarily let go of the inexplicable sense of familiarity that popped up in his mind just now.

The final competition ended smoothly in the evening, and it was dark after the awards ceremony. The whole day was full of competitions, and everyone was somewhat tired.

He Mingxu changed into dry clothes and walked out of the locker room with Wang Haohao carrying his bag, holding a few school mascot dolls that were given to him at the awards ceremony just now.

"Student?" A soft female voice stopped the two of them.

Wang Haohao turned his head sharply, and said in surprise, "Ah! Senior sister, you're here?!"

"Well, the competition was hard work, I bought milk tea for you~" The senior sister handed the milk tea to Wang Haohao, and looked at He Mingxu shyly, "There is also some for Junior Brother He~"

"Thank you senior sister~~" Wang Haohao took it with a smile on his face.

"You're welcome." The senior sister pursed her lips and shook her head, then looked sideways at He Mingxu, and saw the three dolls in his arms at a glance, "Wow~ Your doll is so cute~ Is it our school's mascot? "

He Mingxu heard the words, turned his eyes away from the auditorium, and lowered his head to look at the three dolls in his arms.

"Yeah." He Mingxu had no idea whether he was cute or not, so he nodded lightly.

Jiang Wensong and Shen Xingwen on one side slowly moved out of the auditorium with the flow of people.

He Mingxu turned his head and saw two people walking towards him, stepped forward, stuffed the three dolls in his arms into Jiang Wensong's arms, and then put his hands in his pockets, "I'll see you off, I'm going to trouble you."

"Ah?" Before Jiang Wensong could react, three chubby dolls appeared in his arms.

"Hahahaha, this thing is so ugly." Standing by the side, Shen Xingwen dissed without hesitation, picked up one of his ears and looked at it a few times, "Is this the aesthetic of our school's mascot? Is that all?"

Jiang Wensong looked at the doll in his arms, grabbed the doll in Shen Xingwen's hand, and praised him, "It's not bad, it's cute and soft."

"Soft is pretty soft, it's quite suitable to be my butt pad." Shen Xingwen nodded, and gave He Mingxu a thumbs up, "Three gold medals, brother Xu is awesome!"

Wang Haohao stood next to the senior sister, watching the senior sister staring at the doll in Jiang Wensong's hand not far away, thought for a while with his little brain, and asked: "Senior sister, do you like this doll? I have it too, I put it It’s in the bag~ I’ll bring it to you if you want it?”

The senior sister shook her head with a smile and looked away, "No, I just think it's cute, so I'd better keep it for myself, it's also a symbol of honor~"

"Oh... yes." Wang Haohao scratched his head and nodded shyly.

Jiang Wensong and the others walked in front. Seeing that Wang Haohao hadn't followed, Shen Xingwen turned his head and shouted, "Wang Po, are you eating or not? Let's go!"

"Grass..." Wang Haohao cursed inwardly, he didn't even look at the occasion when he called the nickname, he insisted on calling such a frustrating nickname in front of the beautiful senior sister!

"Then go eat first~ I'm going back to the dormitory too~" Senior sister waved her hand at Wang Haohao with a smile.

"Okay... okay senior, then... goodbye~" Wang Haohao ran forward while waving his hands. After running for three steps, he still turned his head and waved his hands.

The four walked slowly to the snack street outside, chatting about today's game.

After chatting for a while, Shen Xingwen probed, "Huh? Where's Xiang Xuewen?"

I watched two of his games during the day today.

"Girlfriend." Wang Haohao's dull voice.

"Oh." Shen Xingwen raised his eyebrows, and after a while he patted Wang Haohao's shoulder reassuringly.

"Get lost." Wang Haohao waved Shen Xingwen's hand away.

The four of us went to a newly opened hot pot restaurant together.

The mandarin duck pot was ordered. Jiang Wensong likes spicy food, although whether he likes it or not is different from whether he can eat it.

"Huh..." After eating for a while, the energy came up.

Jiang Wensong took off his glasses, wiped the sweat from the tip of his nose, his hot lips were red.

He Mingxu, who was sitting next to him, handed him the ice water bottle that was put aside, and brought him a pack of toilet paper.

"Hiss..." This time it came with tears, Jiang Wensong wiped his eyes with a piece of tears.

After wiping, the eyes are also red.

"Be careful with you, chrysanthemum." Shen Xingwen, who was opposite, looked at him with something else in his eyes.

Jiang Wensong was pouring ice water, not caring about arguing with Shen Xingwen.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong who was sticking out his tongue and breathing in. He didn't know what he thought of, and looked away awkwardly, "Drink less ice water, and be careful of diarrhea."

Wang Haohao looked at the three people and thought it was funny, "Are you two mothers?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xingwen shook his head solemnly, "No, I am Xiao Song's fan."

This red face, red eye sockets and red nose tip can indeed arouse the desire for protection.

"..." Jiang Wensong paused for a while, and concentrated on eating the clear pot.

After eating for a while, Jiang Wensong felt [-]% full. He took a sip of ice water to get rid of the taste in his mouth, and leaned leisurely on the back of the seat. You Yuyu said, "Stop, eat less and run less."

"..." Shen Xingwen choked and almost choked.

However, Shen Xingwen still didn't stop the car in the end, and had no choice but to take the initiative to run laps on the playground. Wang Haohao didn't know that he was summoned by that senior sister and went to work as a coolie.

Only Jiang Wensong and He Mingxu were left walking slowly around the playground.

The wind was quite strong tonight, and the leaves around the playground were rustling. Jiang Wensong looked at the trees on the opposite side, and suddenly felt that there should be a lake behind this row of trees, not a wall.

Jiang Wensong frowned, feeling strange and familiar all the time.

But the fragments are too fragmented, and it is impossible to remember any memories.

"Which southern city are you in?" He Mingxu asked suddenly, breaking the silence between the two.

Jiang Wensong thought he was curious about the cities in the south, so he talked about a lot of things in the south with great interest, and listed some interesting differences between the north and the south.

He Mingxu nodded while listening, and his expression didn't change much.

After a while, He Mingxu asked him again, why did he come to Songfeng to study in high school?

Jiang Wensong was stunned, and looked at He Mingxu.

He Mingxu stared at Jiang Wensong until Jiang Wensong showed some confusion.

Jiang Wensong lowered his eyes and tilted his head, "My dad took me back."

Jiang Wensong subconsciously wanted to recall some events in the first year of high school, but the feeling of blankness in his mind made him a little painful. The memory seemed to be firmly nailed by wooden boards, airtight.

He stopped slowly, feeling as if every time a nail of memory was pried away, there was pain.

He Mingxu turned his head to look at Jiang Wensong's tightly frowned brows, and changed the subject.

There was a moment of silence between the two, and Jiang Wensong remembered that He Mingxu was also from Songfeng High School.It's not that he's completely uncurious about that memory of the past.

After deliberating for a while, Jiang Wensong asked, "Which class are you in high school?"

"Class Nine."

"Oh..." Jiang Wensong thought for a while, wanted to know more, but didn't know what to ask.

The two fell silent again.

"Hey!" Shen Xingwen chased up from behind, slapped each of them, and ran forward panting again.

Shen Xingwen's bluffing voice broke the eerie silence.

Jiang Wensong didn't even bother to reason with Shen Xingwen's childish behavior, and couldn't help complaining, "Does his girlfriend know that he is in a relationship with a three-year-old kid?"

"Kids know a lot now."

"Hahahahahahaha." Jiang Wensong couldn't help laughing.

The topic of the two left the memory, and it became more and more.

On the dimly lit playground, with the evening wind blowing and rustling leaves, they chatted about topics of mutual interest one after another.

Jiang Wensong was blowing the cool night breeze, squinting his eyes, feeling that at this moment, he fell into a very familiar and comfortable state.