I won't chase you a second time

It has to be said that although He Mingxu is not a badminton professional, his skills are far superior to his. He is a very qualified machine for serving and catching the ball.

He no longer had to run all over the court to catch Shen Xingwen's skewed serve.

Jiang Wensong and He Mingxu fought several times, and they thought their skills had improved a lot, so they sat on the side for a halftime break.

"When is the exam?" He Mingxu asked him.

"tomorrow."

"..." He Mingxu turned his head away, and took a few more sips of water.

"Why?" Jiang Wensong saw He Mingxu's expression of not wanting to say more, and his tone was not kind.

He's not that bad, is he?

He Mingxu looked at him, Jiang Wensong's hair was disheveled due to the movement just now, and now he was staring at him, feeling like a little lion baring its teeth.

After watching for a while, I couldn't help reaching out and rubbing it.

"Crack!" Jiang Wensong patted He Mingxu's hand away in a displeased mood, making a crisp sound.

After the fight, Jiang Wensong was a little stunned again. He didn't know why he swung his hand over, and he used real strength.

He Mingxu didn't seem to be angry, and there seemed to be a little smile in his eyes.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu who was smiling at him, his mood suddenly softened again, he picked up the beat and poked him, "Continue."

The strength was not light, He Mingxu rubbed his abdomen, got up with the racket and started to be a qualified serving machine.

The two practiced for a while, and He Mingxu walked around the net with the racket and walked to Jiang Wensong.

"Your hand and body posture should be like this..." He Mingxu held Jiang Wensong's wrist and led him to wave it a few times.

He Mingxu's palms were rough and covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Jiang Wensong pursed his lips and waved a few times in his direction.

"Remember." He Mingxu let go, lifted his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face, Jiang Wensong didn't run much, it was him running, just to catch Jiang Wensong's ball.

Seeing Jiang Wensong swipe a few times, He Mingxu nodded in satisfaction, feeling that all his patience was spent on Jiang Wensong, "It's almost done, that's it."

"Okay." Jiang Wensong nodded, then glanced at Gao Cheng and Shen Xingwen next to him, "What about them?"

He Mingxu didn't even look at it, "I guess I have to practice for a while."

When we walked out of the gymnasium, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

Jiang Wensong didn't bring an umbrella, so he took it for granted that He Mingxu didn't either, so he planned to rush out with his racket bag on his shoulders.

He Mingxu took out the umbrella with one hand, and with the other hand, he quickly brought back Jiang Wensong who had taken a step.

The big palm naturally embraced Jiang Wensong's shoulders, and the two walked outside together.

The rain was heavy, and it hit the umbrella surface with a thud, and the street lamp next to it showed a little light through the umbrella surface.

After walking for a while, Jiang Wensong felt for the first time that the road from the gymnasium to the dormitory was quite long.

"Is it cold"

Suddenly it rained and the wind was strong, Jiang Wensong was wearing thin clothes.

"It's okay." Jiang Wensong shrank his neck and shook his head, turned to look at He Mingxu, both of them were clearly wearing only a thick sweater.

But He Mingxu reached out and flipped his sweater and hat up, and pulled two ropes to wrap Jiang Wensong's head tightly.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Wensong struggled a bit, feeling that He Mingxu was childish.

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold." He Mingxu hugged Jiang Wensong's shoulder even more vigorously.

"You're too clingy after a cold, I can't stand it."

"Don't rely on me not being able to remember, and just make up things." Jiang Wensong had never heard of it, and of course he rarely catches a cold.

He Mingxu didn't speak, and handed the umbrella to Jiang Wensong, "Take it."

After emptying his hands, he took out his mobile phone and rummaged through the photo album.

After a while, He Mingxu held the phone and handed it to Jiang Wensong.

What was displayed on the screen was a photo, which seemed to be taken from the top down, with no face, only a black head with disheveled hair, as if nestled in someone's neck.

He Mingxu swiped and switched to the next photo.

Jiang Wensong stopped slowly and looked at the obviously young self in the photo. His disheveled black hair covered most of his face, only his tall nose and red lips were exposed. His fair face was leaning against someone. The person looks round and plump, and seems to be sleeping soundly.

On the shoulders are still covered with big hands with sharp joints, and the young self is firmly wrapped in his arms.

"Me?" Although it was an interrogative sentence, the tone was actually affirmative.

Jiang Wensong looked at it for a while, and looked at the person he was leaning on, although only part of his neck and the back of his hand were exposed, "You?"

"Well," He Mingxu nodded, looked at Jiang Wensong expectantly and asked, "Do you remember anything?"

Jiang Wensong looked at it for a long time, and after a long time, he slowly shook his head.

Although I can't remember it, no matter how I think about it, this posture doesn't look like the posture that two normal male students would have.

Jiang Wensong stared at the photo closely, feeling inexplicably happy because of the intimacy between the two.

He Mingxu paused, then took back his phone, "It's my problem."

He suddenly felt reckless, speaking to Jiang Wensong who no longer had that memory.

Jiang Wensong turned to look at He Mingxu, and saw his downcast expression and frowning.

After a while, He Mingxu said again: "If I make you uncomfortable like this, please remember to tell me."

Jiang Wensong shook his head slowly, as if he understood what He Mingxu was thinking, looked at He Mingxu and said seriously, "No."

He Mingxu looked into Jiang Wensong's eyes, as if confirming the truth.

After a while, Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu's unrelenting expression, summoned up his courage, raised his head and kissed He Mingxu's chin.

After kissing, I was immediately shy again.

But she still blushed, looked at He Mingxu with bright eyes, and said what she wanted to say.

"If you want to ask me what it means to kiss you."

"That means the same thing as you."

Sometimes body language is more direct and clear than words, and there is no need for other explanations. Two people seem to understand each other's meaning from the eyes of the other in an instant.

The light was too dim, Jiang Wensong couldn't see He Mingxu's expression clearly, but he clearly felt He Mingxu's joy.

The soft touch seemed to still rest on his chin, He Mingxu coughed lightly, looked around the surrounding scenery pretending to be calm, and then looked down at Jiang Wensong who was looking up at him.

I just feel that the uncertainty in my heart seems to be filled, and I am worried that the memory of the past will bring a burden to Jiang Wensong, and I am worried that everything is just my own sentimentality.

After Jiang Wensong asked He Mingxu.

Are they dating now?

He Mingxu's face became stinky all of a sudden, and he seemed to be asking Jiang Wensong angrily.

you want to default

Although Jiang Wensong immediately shook his head, he didn't understand why this was his own repudiation?