I won't chase you a second time

"Did you find it?" Jiang Wensong asked in the bathroom.

"Hmm..." He Mingxu responded, and stuffed the bottles that accidentally rolled out back into his bag.

The bathroom door was half opened, and Jiang Wensong stretched out his hand.

Although it has been a few months of life in the big bathhouse, Jiang Wensong still maintains the habit of being conservative and shy for more than ten years under certain conditions.

He Mingxu was still thinking about those bottles of medicine jars, he didn't come back to his senses all at once, and he let go without seeing whether Jiang Wensong caught his clothes or not.

"Ah!!!" Jiang Wensong hastily reached out his hand to scoop it up in vain, and watched his white T-shirt fall to the ground, half wet in an instant.

"I just brought this T-shirt..." Jiang Wensong was weak.

When He Mingxu heard Jiang Wensong's yell, he looked at the T-shirt on the ground, and slowly realized, "I'll get you one of mine."

He took out a black T-shirt from his bag again and handed it over. He Mingxu looked at the re-closed door, and slowly moved to the bedside, staring at Jiang Wensong's half-opened bag.

After a while, Jiang Wensong brushed his hair and came out of the bathroom relaxedly.

Seeing He Mingxu turning his head to look at him fixedly, Jiang Wensong rolled his eyes and paused for wiping his hair, "What's wrong?"

He Mingxu looked away and changed the subject, "The clothes are quite suitable."

"It's not bad, but it's a little long." After all, the difference in body size is there, Jiang Wensong continued to rub his hair, "You go and wash it."

He Mingxu nodded and got up slowly.

Jiang Wensong looked at him twice, feeling that he seemed inexplicably unhappy.

Taking advantage of He Mingxu's bath time, Jiang Wensong took out the bottles and cans in his bag, took the medicine, and then lay down on the bed and began to write in his diary.

Because he didn't like blowing his hair with a hair dryer, he dried it half-dry with a towel, and then lay on the bed, waiting for it to dry naturally.

The pain in the ankle has also been relieved a lot. Jiang Wensong glanced at the ankle and turned it around. In fact, the ankle hurt a little when it was just twisted, but it got better after that.

After a while, He Mingxu came out of the bathroom.

Jiang Wensong turned over, "Let's play a game..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu who was topless, and unconsciously stopped what he wanted to say, and looked at it seriously with round eyes.

He Mingxu didn't wear a shirt, but wore a pair of loose black trousers. The muscles of his upper body were smooth and not exaggerated. The beautiful mermaid line stretched all the way to...

Jiang Wensong looked down.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong's eyes, and his mood was inexplicably swollen.

Jiang Wensong looked at it for a while, "Why don't I return the T-shirt to you, since you are straight anyway, it doesn't matter if you look at me."

After a pause, Jiang Wensong continued to look at He Mingxu's abdominal muscles, "I'm more concerned..."

After speaking, Jiang Wensong sat up, reached out and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt, intending to take it off and return it to He Mingxu.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong showing half of his fair abdomen, walked closer and reached out to hold Jiang Wensong's hand, and pulled off the turned-up T-shirt again.

"Who said I'm okay."

Although Jiang Wensong's skin is fair, but because of long-term dance practice, there are not a lot of muscles on his body, and his waistline looks well-proportioned and lean.

"You should wear it." He Mingxu looked down at Jiang Wensong with a gloomy expression.

"What's the matter with you?" Jiang Wensong looked up at him.

He Mingxu seemed to sigh, "Jiang Wensong, do you understand?"

Jiang Wensong opened his mouth, thought for a few seconds, and slowly frowned.

No way, has He Mingxu been bent by him? !

Because of this shocking thought, Jiang Wensong fell into deep thought just like He Mingxu.

I didn't fall asleep until midnight, lying on the bed like a dead body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~"

"Um...um~"

The sound insulation of the homestay at the foot of the mountain was really not very good, Jiang Wensong turned sideways and pressed one ear.

He Mingxu next to him didn't seem to have fallen asleep either, he rustled beside him for a while, then fell silent again.

Jiang Wensong didn't dare to open his eyes, because he felt that He Mingxu seemed to be right next to him.

After a while, he heard the sound of He Mingxu's walking away and the sound of the balcony door opening.

After confirming that there was no sound in the room, Jiang Wensong opened his eyes and saw He Mingxu standing on the balcony blowing air.

Although it was late at night, there were still many atmospheric street lamps around the homestay, and the faint lights spilled into the house from the balcony. Jiang Wensong gradually adapted to the darkness.

Looking at He Mingxu's back, thinking about what kind of wind this person is going out in the middle of the night, maybe he can't control it...

So young and energetic...

Thinking about it, I fell asleep without knowing it.

Jiang Wensong slept very lightly, and woke up the next day when he opened his eyes.

Looking at the time was still very early, Jiang Wensong got up and yawned, moved his legs, and pinched his ankle which was no longer painful, intending to stretch his legs for a while.

When He Mingxu got up, he saw Jiang Wensong facing the wall, pressing his legs straight, and clinging to the wall.

After watching it for a while, I felt amazing, how could it be so soft.

So soft it's easy to imagine.

Gan, He Mingxu cursed, touched his face, and looked away.

After the two simply cleaned up, they went to another nearby scenic spot for rafting.

It seems that only when playing can you temporarily leave your troubles behind, and go down the turbulent flow with a sense of excitement that you can't usually feel.

Although the two of them looked like soaked rats, it was still strangely cold in autumn.

After rafting, the two exhausted in the afternoon took the subway back to school.

Jiang Wensong lay down on the small bed in the dormitory after washing, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

Perhaps it was Jiang Wensong's subconscious actions that fermented the relationship between the two of them, and his way of treating He Mingxu became much easier, and even these changes did not cause any discomfort to the two of them, as if it should have been like this.

Jiang Wensong recalled his auditory hallucinations and the memories that flashed in his mind from time to time in the past two days, or how he felt when he was with He Mingxu.

He and He Mingxu must have known each other before.

No matter what kind of relationship they used to be, it is something to be grateful to meet again in a strange city after two years in the vast crowd.

The past that I didn't intend to think of at first seems to be starting to move around.

Jiang Wensong suddenly remembered the first time the two met. It was obviously an old classmate meeting, but the way He Mingxu looked at him was not at all moved by the reunion of former classmates. Instead, it was like meeting an enemy.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wensong sat up from the bed all of a sudden. Could it be that he did something bad in high school?

In the next few days, because Jiang Wensong suspected that he had done something bad in high school, he never dared to take the initiative to find He Mingxu.

It just so happened that the long vacation had also ended successfully, and the dance sports competition organized by several universities in Jiangping was about to be held.

This competition organized by several universities in Jiangping has been held for many years, and it is very famous in the university town. In recent years, it has also attracted many amateur or professional players to participate in the competition. The competition has gradually become more formal and more valuable .

This year it happens that their school will organize this year's event, so the school also attaches great importance to it.

There was not much time, and there were still many dances to prepare. As the first competition since entering the university, Jiang Wensong simply put aside his messy thoughts and devoted himself to practice.

On the day of the competition, many contestants from other schools outside the school came to the school, and the stadium was full of people at once, but the waiting place provided by the school for the contestants was very small. Everyone sat on the ground in a large room, and the room was noisy. .

Shen Xingwen shouldered the heavy responsibility of being a girl in his class, holding a mobile phone, shuttling between schools, trying to establish a friendly relationship.

Chen Taotao ate the bread while muttering, "Before I came here to go to university, we almost knew each other during the competitions, but now I come to Jiangping, and I really don't know any of the dancers here."

In the past, they often participated in many competitions. During the competition, they would meet many other dancers. Even if they were not familiar with each other, they could get acquainted with each other.

"Ah! I saw one!" Chen Taotao stood up abruptly as soon as she finished speaking, and waved like a monkey, "Lulu!!!"

The girl named Lulu turned her head, saw Chen Taotao at a glance, and screamed with the same excitement, "Taotao ah ah!"

Jiang Wensong got up and nodded towards the girl and her dance partner. "Hello, I'm Chen Taotao's dance partner, Jiang Wensong."

"Ah, hello! I'm Guo Xiaolu, and this is my dancing partner, Pang Jiaze."

"Hello." The boy standing next to Guo Xiaolu looked at Jiang Wensong, smiled and nodded.

Guo Xiaolu and Pang Jiaze were both very tall, and they seemed to be half a head taller than him and Chen Taotao. Jiang Wensong thought so, and unconsciously took half a step back.

"You've found a partner!! It's not easy for your height!" Chen Taotao looked at Pang Jiaze twice.

"Well! It's really not easy! Let me tell you..."

There was still some time before the game time, Chen Taotao and Guo Xiaolu sat down beside each other and started chatting.

"Which school are you in?"

"Jiangping Academy of Art hahahaha."

"Wow, I heard..."

Jiang Wensong glanced at Pang Jiaze who was standing aside, "Let's sit down too."

Two people who were completely strangers sat on the side, chatting with each other.

However, Pang Jiaze was surprisingly talkative, and the conversations were relatively new topics in the university town.

It wasn't too embarrassing.

After chatting for a while, Pang Jiaze got up and asked, "Let me go buy drinks for everyone, what do you want to drink?"

"Let me come together." Jiang Wensong also stood up.

"Fairies only drink dew." Chen Taotao said with a smile.

"Two bottles of mineral water." Jiang Wensong patted Pang Jiaze who didn't understand, "Let's go."

"Cut..." Chen Taotao cut to Jiang Wensong, looked at the two figures walking away, and suddenly turned her head to wink at Guo Xiaolu, "Your new partner looks good, doesn't she?"

"Is there a chance?" Chen Taotao asked.

"No."

"What?"

"It's a comrade."