I won't chase you a second time

He Mingxu originally wanted to rush in and pull Jiang Wensong out.

But Gao Chengfei said that he lost face like this, how could he be so flustered in front of his love rival.

He Mingxu had no choice but to sit in the fried chicken shop facing the coffee shop reluctantly.

"Is the coffee shop opposite our school a cat cafe?" Gao Cheng propped his chin, looked at the cat Jiang Wensong was holding, and asked suspiciously.

"Oh, the cat belongs to that handsome guy." Gao Cheng saw clearly.

"Where is he handsome?" He Mingxu glanced at him.

"Hiss..." Gao Cheng folded his arms and leaned back on the chair, tilting his head thoughtfully, "I look pretty handsome."

He Mingxu rolled his eyes in disdain, opened a can of drink with one hand, turned his head and glanced at the cat in Jiang Wensong's hand opposite him.

Jiang Wensong liked cats very much when he was in high school, and he even gave him a cat pendant before, He Mingxu thought, turning the can in his hand,

The two chatted longer than He Mingxu imagined, and Gao Cheng even took a nap on the table.

But in the end, she was woken up by the phone call from the new goddess, and hurried away with her bag.

I don't know what's so good about that cat, and the two of them talked about it all afternoon.

He Mingxu just sat opposite, observing the enemy's situation all afternoon.

The night slowly fell and the sky turned a deep blue, looking very melancholy.

He Mingxu touched the phone a hundred and eighty times, and finally grabbed it all at once.

"Zizzizi."

The phone vibrated rapidly on the table. Jiang Wensong picked up the phone and saw He Mingxu's profile picture on the screen unexpectedly. After thinking for three seconds, he pressed the answer button, "Hello?"

"At the entrance of the comprehensive training hall, see you in 10 minutes."

After finishing speaking, before Jiang Wensong had time to ask why, He Mingxu hung up the phone coolly.

Jiang Wensong glanced at the phone that had been hung up on the screen, and sent another message, "What's wrong?"

He Mingxu glanced at the message, and didn't intend to reply. He folded his arms and looked at Jiang Wensong opposite.

Pang Jiaze glanced at Jiang Wensong, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Wensong looked down at the interface where there was no reply.

"Go if you have something to do, Zhima is almost at meal time, I'll go back and feed." Pang Jiaze touched Zhima's belly.

Sesame narrowed her eyes comfortably, full of naivety.

"Well, someone is looking for me, so I'll take you to the subway station." Jiang Wensong put down his cell phone, put his bag on his back, and bent over to touch Zhima's little head. "Goodbye Sesame."

He Mingxu, who was opposite, saw the two finally walked out of the coffee shop, and his bad mood finally eased a little.

Pang Jiaze walked out of the coffee shop, stopped again, turned his head and said, "You can just go back to school, the subway is not far away, let's make an appointment next time."

"That's fine." Jiang Wensong nodded without ink marks.

The night wind was a little strong at night, Jiang Wensong's eyes were pierced by the blown hair, and he squinted, looking at Pang Jiaze who seemed to have something to say.

Pang Jiaze looked at Jiang Wensong who was squinting, as if he was amused, and couldn't help stretching out his hand to brush his bangs away.

The movement was very slow, so slow that Jiang Wensong felt a little strange.

Jiang Wensong had no choice but to tilt his head in embarrassment.

"Jiang Wensong!"

With his hands in his pockets, He Mingxu stood behind Jiang Wensong some distance away, raising his chin and staring at Pang Jiaze not far away.

Hearing a familiar voice, Jiang Wensong turned his head to see He Mingxu, and responded, "Here we are."

"Then I'll go first." Jiang Wensong nodded towards Pang Jiaze, then trotted towards He Mingxu.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong who ran to his side, stretched out his big hand and grabbed Jiang Wensong's hand.

Jiang Wensong glanced at the big hand holding him, raised his head and made a suspicious voice, "Huh?"

He Mingxu ignored him, and pulled him vigorously to the school.

"What's the hurry?"

He Mingxu had great strength, and his steps were big and fast. Jiang Wensong couldn't help but also took big steps. Seeing his serious expression, he thought there was something important, and asked nervously, frowning.

But He Mingxu didn't seem to want to answer his question, and just walked forward without saying a word.

Seeing that he didn't answer his question, Jiang Wensong looked at the hand he was holding, and tried a little harder to break free. It must be a bit strange to walk on the university campus like this.

As soon as he used a little force, He Mingxu grabbed him even more forcefully.

Jiang Wensong looked at the two clasped hands, his eyes flickered, and he could only look guiltyly at the students around him.

He Mingxu took him all the way to the comprehensive training hall without saying a word, Jiang Wensong frowned and was even more confused.

Turning into a corner, Jiang Wensong was dragged into a dilapidated room, and He Mingxu slammed the door shut.

Also locked.

"..." Jiang Wensong looked around the dusty equipment room, swallowed, feeling that the situation was not good, he turned his head and leaned against He Mingxu who was slowly approaching, subconsciously took a few steps back, knocked He stammered, "I...I don't fight..."

He Mingxu stared at Jiang Wensong, and approached step by step.

"Uh..." Jiang Wensong was at a loss for words for a while, seeing He Mingxu's look of wanting to fight, he took a few steps back, "Don't...don't fight, just talk about things! I can apologize!"

I'm sorry he was so cowardly.

Fortunately, He Mingxu finally stopped and opened his mouth, "Jiang Wensong, are you stupid?"

Jiang Wensong opened his mouth, thinking he was too cowardly, and didn't dare to answer that he was not stupid.

"You don't know what that guy means today?" He Mingxu asked again.

Jiang Wen and Song Wenyan were getting more and more confused. Why did He Mingxu want to fight with him?Because of Pang Jiaze?

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong who was looking at him with a puzzled face, his round eyes were always bright, and the end of his eyes slightly downward looked innocent at any time.

"Then do you know what I mean to you?" He Mingxu lowered his voice and came closer.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu who was suddenly approaching very close, his low voice was particularly obvious in the quiet and cramped room, and he heard the beating sound of his heart again to his disappointment.

He Mingxu reached out and pinched Jiang Wensong's chin, as if looking at him.

"Uh..." Jiang Wensong wanted to organize his words.

Looking at the slightly parted lips in front of him, He Mingxu leaned over slightly, and before giving him a chance to speak, he lowered his head and pressed them against it.

The soft touch immediately spread from the lips to the heart, and the original irritable mood suddenly disappeared as if buried in soft and sweet cotton candy.

All the senses were amplified, and the noise of the students training in the classroom outside the door, talking and laughing, were clearly transmitted into the room.

The sudden kiss caught Jiang Wensong off guard, and his already round eyes widened even further.

He Mingxu moved a little away, glanced at Jiang Wensong's still slightly parted lips, and couldn't help but bowed his head and pecked again.

Then he took a step back, reached out and rubbed Jiang Wensong's broken hair vigorously.

Seeing Jiang Wensong's stunned expression, He Mingxu asked him again in a good mood, "Now tell me, what do I mean?"

To be honest, Jiang Wensong no longer remembers what he answered, or even how he got back to the dormitory.

When writing the diary at the end, Jiang Wensong cut and deleted, and finally wrote a kiss emoji on the note.

He Mingxu returned to the dormitory, sat on the chair alone and recalled for a long time with a smile.

So much so that Wang Haohao couldn't help asking him when he passed by, "Brother Xu, what happened to you?"

He Mingxu's sweet memories were interrupted, and he glanced at Wang Haohao, "Well, I ate a piece of delicious candy."

Wang Haohao tilted his head in confusion, he didn't fully understand what a great thing it was to eat a piece of delicious candy, but he still nodded.

He Mingxu ignored him and picked up his phone to send a message to Gao Cheng.

[=3=]

Gao Cheng picked up the phone and looked at the kissing expression sent by the idiot on the screen of the phone, and laughed all over.

[Stupid, it took me so long to kiss a small mouth. ]

Gao Cheng finished sending the message very bluntly.

He Mingxu was in a good mood, and he was not annoyed by the news, so he continued to send messages.

[=3=]

After sending the message, He Mingxu thought for a while while holding the phone, and finally made a call.

"Hey."

"Hey son, what's the matter looking for mom?"

"Mom, can you help me send the small locked box in the bottom cabinet on the left side of the desk in my study?"

"Ah? Mom is not free. Mom is traveling. You can call Aunt Xu and ask her to mail it for you."

He Mingxu listened to the sound of the waves on the other side of the phone, "Alright, then I'll hang up."

He Mingxu tapped the desktop and continued to make calls.

In the next few days, Jiang Wensong calmed down for a few days, and reluctantly reminded himself that the end of the period was approaching and he had to cheer up.

Earlier, Jiang Wensong went out, holding a book and planning to go to the library.

He Mingxu was in a good mood in the past few days, and he even liked his studies a bit. He went to the opposite bedroom to check that no one was there, and then decisively went to the library with his books in his arms.

I wandered around floor by floor, and finally saw Jiang Wensong sitting by the window on the sixth floor.

He Mingxu bit the lollipop, sat down on the seat opposite Jiang Wensong, and handed over a lychee-flavored lollipop.

Jiang Wensong looked up at He Mingxu, nodded his head pretending to be calm, and greeted him.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong, and put his schoolbag on the table.

Jiang Wensong took the lollipop on the table and saw the doll hanging on He Mingxu's schoolbag.

It is a kitten pendant, the fur is very cute.

After staring at it for a while, Jiang Wensong seemed to suddenly remember something.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong's expression, took off the pendant, and handed it to Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong subconsciously took the pendant, squeezed the soft kitten, and muttered softly, "I did this for half a month..."

After finishing speaking, even he himself paused, as if the words were spoken from the depths of his memory, and then he even turned out the intermittent memories in his memory.

After a pause for a few seconds, Jiang Wensong realized a more serious problem, why did he make this thing, and it was still in He Mingxu's hands?

"Remember a little?" He Mingxu put his elbows on the table and handed him the written note.

"I did it, why are you here?"

"You gave it to me." He Mingxu wrote it down as a matter of course.

"Why did I send you off?"

"What do you think?" He Mingxu seemed to be a little proud.

Jiang Wensong looked at the doll, didn't he? Could it be that he was jealous of He Mingxu in his freshman year of high school?