I won't chase you a second time

After lunch, there is a lunch break.

After they dispersed, Chen Taotao took Jiang Wensong to the dance classroom, and took the time to practice dance steps and coordination.

Sports dance is divided into two groups and ten types of dance.Among them, the modern dance items include waltz, Viennese waltz, tango, foxtrot and jig, and the Latin dance items include rumba, cha-cha, samba, cowboy and bullfight.

After Chen Taotao and Jiang Wensong participated in the Latin dance pentathlon in the morning, they had to participate in the decathlon competition in the afternoon. Although the time for each dance was not long, there were dozens of dances prepared in total.

Although this competition is just a competition between several universities in Jiangping, but because they are all relatively unfamiliar players, they don't know each other's strength.

So the two of them watched the performance for a long time in the auditorium in the morning. Of course, there were many talented people among them. How can I say that Jiang Ping also gathered the best talents in the country.

Chen Taotao is usually careless, but she has a strong determination to win or lose. From her analysis of the strength of the pink girl, tassel lady, and golden pretty girl, Jiang Wensong carefully recalled it, but still didn't remember it all.

I don't know how Chen Taotao remembered it in such detail.

After the analysis, Chen Taotao stood up, "Let's go, I've decided to ask for the contact information of the beauties~~~"

"Brother Xu, let's go to class." Wang Haohao got up lazily, looked at his watch, "There are still 5 minutes..."

"I'm not going, you can call me out." He Mingxu fiddled with the camera in his hand.

"Ah? Are you okay?"

"Ah."

"Success." Wang Haohao nodded briskly, scratched his head again, and muttered while arranging his schoolbag, "What's more important than class..."

He Mingxu fiddled with his camera, picked up his phone and asked Shen Xingwen for a schedule of the afternoon game.

After arriving at the venue, he took his seat at the original position. He Mingxu turned on the camera and fiddled with the venue for a while. The afternoon game started on time.

Music played on the field, He Mingxu leaned lazily on the chair, propped his chin and looked at the players on the field, and yawned boredly.

After one group was over, it was Jiang Wensong's turn.

The costumes of another ballroom dance were different from those of the Latin dance in the morning. Jiang Wensong, who was wearing a black tuxedo and a black bow tie, looked like a handsome little prince.

He Mingxu raised his camera and looked at Jiang Wensong, who was shining under the light in the camera, but inexplicably remembered the medicine bottle he accidentally saw that day.

Jiang Wensong, who is obviously like the little prince, is what he wants to see.

He Mingxu pursed his lips, and followed Jiang Wensong's dance steps with the camera in his hand, without missing a single moment.

The decathlon competition requires dozens of dances. Although each dance only lasts for more than a minute, it must always be in the best condition, so there are very strict requirements on the physical fitness and technical accuracy of the players.

The tense competition lasted until it was dark in the evening, and He Mingxu turned the camera to the display screen where the results would be displayed.

The audience, the contestants and teachers beside them, without exception, all stared at the screen tightly, and the atmosphere seemed to freeze at this moment.

With a flick of the screen, the results of all the contestants jumped out one by one.

After a while, there were bursts of cheers and applause in the stadium.

Latin dance pentathlon and decathlon Jiang Wensong and Chen Taotao both ranked first.

As the school with the best sports dance major in China and the host of this competition, their school finally didn't lose face.

After He Mingxu took a picture of the results on the monitor, he turned the camera to Jiang Wensong, who was standing aside with a blank expression, and recorded the dull and precious expression at this moment.

When Jiang Wensong stood on the podium, he still felt a little unreal.

The teacher who presented the award handed over the trophy and the school mascot doll. Jiang Wensong didn't have time to look at it, and took a commemorative photo with the camera in front of him after holding it upright.

When he stepped off the podium, Jiang Wensong looked down at the two dolls in his hand, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

It's still the school's mascot doll, but this time it's wearing sports dance clothes, one in a tuxedo and the other in a sexy V-neck shirt.

After rubbing the two dolls, Jiang Wensong heaved a sigh of relief and changed his clothes.

"Xiao Song!" Shen Xingwen hurried over without changing his clothes, "I'm in great shape today!"

"My WeChat exploded again!"

"Gan deserves to be the number one professional!"

Jiang Yao stood aside and nodded.

The students around also came to congratulate him. Jiang Wensong suddenly became nervous again, pursed his lips and didn't know what to say other than thank you. Chen Taotao stood in front of him with a smile, "Thank you everyone! Let's have dinner together today!"

"Come on!" Shen Xingwen and Jiang Yao rushed to change their clothes.

Jiang Wensong and Chen Taotao first sent Guo Xiaolu and Pang Jiaze off on the school bus, and then returned to the venue to go out for dinner with their classmates.

He Mingxu stood outside the stadium and waited. Jiang Wensong saw the conspicuous tall man as soon as he stepped out of the stadium.

"Let's go first, I'll follow up later." Jiang Wensong turned his head and said to Chen Taotao, and trotted towards He Mingxu.

He Mingxu stood where he was, waiting for Jiang Wensong to approach.

"Going to a dinner party?" He Mingxu looked down at the panting Jiang Wensong.

"Yeah!" Jiang Wensong nodded, and after a few seconds, he realized again, "You've been watching it all day?!"

He Mingxu hummed vaguely.

"Is there no class in the afternoon?" Jiang Wensong was a little surprised.

"No..." He Mingxu shook his head without changing his expression.

"What a coincidence, by the way, are you going back to the dormitory?"

"En." He Mingxu nodded.

Jiang Wensong reached out and handed the bag containing clothes and trophies to He Mingxu, "Then help me take this bag back to the dormitory."

"And..." Jiang Wensong stuffed the two dolls to He Mingxu, "Send it to you, school dolls, hahaha but this time they are wearing small clothes, they are cute, I'm leaving!"

After Jiang Wensong finished speaking, he trotted to keep up with Shen Xingwen and the others.

He Mingxu looked at the two dolls in his arms, looking at him ugly and cute. Although he was really ugly, the two sets of clothes on his body were barely noticeable.

After looking at it for a while, He Mingxu reached out and fiddled with the little bow tie on the doll, and tugged the open V-neck on the other doll.

He picked up the camera and snapped another one.

After the game ended, the end of the term soon came.

In the first semester of university, everyone seemed to pass by without any real feeling, and the time passed quickly week by week.

At the end of the term, Jiang Wensong's dance practice time was doubled because of the teacher's devilish final exam. In addition to dance practice, in order to review cultural lessons, Jiang Wensong had to find time to go to the library to report.

"Zizzizi."

The mobile phone placed next to the pillow vibrated violently, especially in the quiet bedroom.

Jiang Wensong opened his eyes in a daze, groped a few times, turned off the alarm clock of his mobile phone, lingered out of bed, and went to wake the other two to go to the library to study.

It's just a pity that Jiang Wensong was the only one who managed to get up and go out in the end.

Jiang Wensong put on his peaked cap and shoulder bag, put a few books in it, yawned a long time, and walked out the door slowly.

But after a few steps, he bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Wensong helped Fu Chong's crooked hat, and hurriedly apologized.

"Where are you going?" He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong who bumped into him.

Wearing a black peaked cap today, only a thin chin is exposed from above.

"Ah?" Jiang Wensong raised his head and saw that it was He Mingxu, "Go to the library to study."

"Oh." He Mingxu nodded, pursed his thin lips, as if thinking, "Then I'll go too, wait for me."

After a while, He Mingxu came out with his bag on his back.

Jiang Wensong looked at him, "Did you go to exercise in the morning?"

"Well, I'm done taking a bath." He Mingxu nodded, and just came back from the big bathhouse.

Jiang Wensong blinked his sleepy eyes, "Excellent."

After the two had breakfast in the cafeteria, they hurried to the library. The library at the end of the term was overcrowded early in the morning, and the two walked around several floors, so they had to sit opposite a couple.

Jiang Wensong sat down and opened the bag, took out a brand new English book, and took out a notebook, reached out and flipped through the notebook, this notebook seemed to be leftover from high school, and there were some Chinese books written in front of it. Two speeches.

He Mingxu also took out the brand new English book in his bag, and started to study in a decent manner.

The two quietly read their books for a while.

He Mingxu didn't look at it for a while, when sleepiness surged up, and he blinked his eyes that were about to close.

The young lovers on the opposite side leaned close to each other, talking only in whispers that they thought no one else could hear.

He Mingxu looked away without wanting to look too much, turned his head, and looked at Jiang Wensong who was studying seriously, which was much more pleasing to the eye.

His eyes fell from the long eyelashes to the pink lips, the delicate chin and Adam's apple, to the slender fingers taking notes carefully, and finally fell on Jiang Wensong's notebook.

There is a line of English written on the top of the white paper.

"Never give up."

He Mingxu looked at it for a while, and then translated with his forgotten knowledge of English.

never never. give to. up.

Never give up?

He Mingxu frowned all of a sudden.

Jiang Wensong brushed and wrote for a while, felt the overly obvious sight from the side, turned his head to look at He Mingxu, saw his cloudy face, stopped the pen in his hand, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

He Mingxu looked up at Jiang Wensong, pointed to the sentence on the paper, "What do you mean?"

"Huh?" Jiang Wensong was taken aback, looking at the English on the paper, suddenly a little ashamed. "Scribbled in high school."

During the time in high school when I always forget things, it is used to encourage myself in the second grade.

"I wrote it in high school?!" He Mingxu's expression seemed to be even worse.

Jiang Wensong blinked suspiciously.