I won't chase you a second time

Jiang Wensong held the doll and thought about it seriously for a while, then looked up at He Mingxu.

My heart seemed to be a little blocked with doubts.

It doesn't make sense, why would he give something like this to a straight man before, and he doesn't like handwork.

Jiang Wensong thought for a long time, got up decisively, and pulled He Mingxu outside.

The two walked into the corridor of the library. The corridor was quiet. Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu and then at the doll, with some doubts, "I really made this thing?"

"En." He Mingxu nodded affirmatively.

Although it was just an assignment for the manual class, Jiang Wensong was quite reluctant to give it to him as a gift because of the hard work for half a month.

Jiang Wensong struggled for a while, "Then we were just classmates before?"

It's all about gift giving.

He Mingxu stood lazily against the wall, paused for a second, then shook his head, "No."

"No?!" Jiang Wensong stared in surprise.

He Mingxu looked into Jiang Wensong's eyes and asked seriously: "You really can't remember anything?"

Jiang Wensong's expression flustered for a few seconds, his brows were slightly frowned, as if recalling.

Seeing Jiang Wensong's tangled look, He Mingxu slowed down and smiled, "Don't worry, I'll remind you."

Jiang Wensong looked up at him, as if he wanted to say something.

He wanted to ask clearly, but he didn't know where to start.

The memory he knows is just a corner. Even if he listens to He Mingxu's narration, he probably won't be able to resonate with him, let alone feel that it is really his own business, just like it is now.

"Don't think too much." He Mingxu told him again.

After a long silence, Jiang Wensong's tone was a bit dull, "I'm sorry, I don't even remember."

"It's okay." He Mingxu answered quickly.

It's really okay, just let me know that your disappearance is not because of me.

He Mingxu looked down at Jiang Wensong, feeling a kind of anticipation of regaining what was lost.

Jiang Wensong wanted to ask him if he knew about his amnesia state, but he couldn't get it out of his mouth, so he had to ask another very important question.

"Why did you kiss me that day?"

"I want to kiss."

"..."

"Why do you think?" Jiang Wensong asked again.

"There is no reason, how can there be so many reasons." He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong like a hooligan, "I still want to kiss you now."

"?!" Jiang Wensong's heart skipped a beat in shock from his serious tone, and he hurriedly turned his head to see if there were any other students in the corridor.

"Are you perverted?" Jiang Wensong scolded him.

"Where is this abnormal, even if you want to kiss?" He Mingxu was confident.

"Aren't you straight?!"

He Mingxu seemed to be thinking about it seriously for a while, "You may have broken it, remember to take responsibility."

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu with a puzzled face.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong speechless and smiled wickedly.

For the first time, Jiang Wensong felt that He Mingxu looked like a rascal, as if a switch had been turned on, and the coldness towards him seemed to have disappeared.

Although He Mingxu said that it would remind Jiang Wensong of the past, but near the end of the period, the two of them were busy with various exams or training, so they didn't have so much time to see each other.

In the evening, Jiang Wensong and Shen Xingwen held badminton rackets and reluctantly met in the gymnasium for the final assessment of the physical education class at the end of the semester.

The school can be called a master of space management. The gymnasium also has several badminton courts next to the basketball court, so the surrounding is full of the sound of floor friction and the noise of playing basketball, which is very lively.

Because of the noisy environment, the two had no choice but to complain about each other in order to vent their emotions.

"Jiang Wensong, it's you who can't do it! Is there anyone who serves like you?!"

"Fart, Shen Xingwen, how dare you call me? It wasn't you who threw the ball into the net last time?!"

The two of you talk to each other and neither of them looks down on the other's skills. They beat and scolded across the net.

After sweating for a while, the two sat down on one side of the stool against the wall exhausted physically and mentally.

Shen Xingwen sat paralyzed, his eyes dazed, "If it wasn't for grabbing the class at the time, I wouldn't have fallen into the hands of this teacher..."

Jiang Wensong took a sip of water, remembering how desperate he was when he rushed to the computer room to grab the class.

The two of them usually don't dabble in badminton, and they have been fishing for a semester, and they suddenly learned that the final exam is so difficult, so they had to come here to cram.

"Other physical examinations are so watery, why is he so serious."

"It won't work like this." Shen Xingwen got up all at once, "Let's find two sparring partners with better skills, how can the two salted fish turn over each other?"

Shen Xingwen looked down at the address book, put down the phone after three seconds, and said with a smile on his face, "It's done."

"Who?"

"Brother Xu!" Shen Xingwen bared his teeth and smiled, "Brother Xu is just a good friend!"

"..." Jiang Wensong took another sip of water.

After a while, He Mingxu came, still dressed in sports, approached and put down his things, then took off the gray coat on the outside, revealing the black loose vest inside, the muscles on his arms were beautiful and sexy.

Jiang Wensong glanced at He Mingxu, then looked away guiltily.

"Jiang Wensong, let's go." He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong and waved his beat.

"Oh." Jiang Wensong thought about it, and felt that he had nothing to feel guilty about, so he picked up the beat pretending to be calm.

He Mingxu turned to look at Shen Xingwen, "Wait a little longer, I'll ask Gao Cheng to practice with you, but he may not be in a good mood right now, so fight hard."

"Ah?!" Shen Xingwen was stunned.

As soon as the words fell, the tall and strong Gao Cheng came with the racket in his arms. Although his expression didn't look bright, he was still very friendly and hooked Shen Xingwen's shoulders, full of air, "Come on, let's play together." .”

He Mingxu turned his head to look at Jiang Wensong. Jiang Wensong was running all over the field just now to catch Shen Xingwen's ball. He was sweating profusely and his face was red.

"Why is your face so red? Why don't you take a rest..." Before He Mingxu finished speaking, he was interrupted by a horizontal basketball.

The basketball that was flying towards Jiang Wen Song Fei was blocked by He Mingxu with one hand. He Mingxu, who was in a good mood, suddenly seemed to be ignited, and grabbed the basketball with one hand and threw it back at the boy, "You fucking If you don’t want to play ball, should I dig your eyes out?”

The boy knew he was wrong, so he stood not far away and shouted sorry.

He Mingxu looked at it and wanted to say a few words, but Jiang Wensong quickly interrupted, "I'm playing, I'm not resting."

Hearing this, He Mingxu turned his head, before his frown could be loosened, he subconsciously nodded, "Oh."

Gao Cheng hooked Shen Xingwen's neck just before he left, looked at He Mingxu whose expression softened instantly, and shook his head with emotion.

This brother's irritable temper really disappeared when he met Jiang Wensong.