I won't chase you a second time

In Jiang Wensong's memory, he doesn't have any experience in love, he just felt that he and He Mingxu were together too simply.

Not even a serious confession.

But Jiang Wensong imagined it, and he really couldn't imagine He Mingxu's cool face confessing to him.

"Zizizi," there was a vibration on the desk.

Jiang Wensong, who was in a daze, put down the book in his hand, and reached for the mobile phone beside him.

[come over. ]

The text message sent by He Mingxu was still very concise.

The dormitory door was not closed, Jiang Wensong pushed it in, and then habitually looked around the dormitory.

"They're all gone, come here." He Mingxu lay on the chair, beckoning to Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong sat down on the chair next to him, picked up the game controller on one side, and glued his eyes to the screen.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wen and Song Xingyun's flowing movements without giving him a look.

Jiang Wensong didn't notice He Mingxu's expression, and patted He Mingxu's thigh, motioning him to quickly pick up the handle.

He Mingxu picked up the handle with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and held Jiang Wensong's chair leg with the other hand, leaning Jiang Wensong to his side with the whole person and chair.

Jiang Wensong tilted unexpectedly, and quickly reached out to grab He Mingxu's shoulder.

"Sitting so far away, it's better to go to an Internet cafe." After He Mingxu finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the screen.

Jiang Wensong stared at him, a smile slowly formed in his eyes, and nodded, "Oh."

Then he put his feet on He Mingxu's lap, adjusted a comfortable posture, and added, "You can't do this kind of posture in Internet cafes."

He Mingxu was still looking at the screen, and pressed the controller a few times indiscriminately, "There are many postures that cannot be done in Internet cafes."

"..." Jiang Wensong wanted to stretch his feet back.

He Mingxu looked down at Jiang Wensong's feet, and then became dissatisfied again, "Why don't you wear socks?"

The big hand squeezed Jiang Wensong's feet, "So cold?"

"It's useless to wear it, and it's useless to wear five pairs." Jiang Wensong leaned back in the chair, didn't notice the word "you" in the words, and casually looked at the screen.

His hands and feet are born with cold hands and feet, which is the state of his hands and feet when the weather is cold.

Jiang Wensong moved his feet and felt that He Mingxu's palm was very warm.

He Mingxu opened a drawer on one side, took two new pairs of socks and a baby warmer, put on the socks patiently for him, and put a baby warmer between the two pairs of socks.

Jiang Wensong stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.

He Mingxu lowered his head, his brows were still slightly frowned, and his technique was very skillful, just like what he always did.

Jiang Wensong twitched his toes as if making trouble.

Then he was slapped, "What the hell are you moving?"

"Suddenly itchy." Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu's fierce look, and found an excuse.

He Mingxu seemed to have used a lot of strength, he took a deep breath, and just when Jiang Wensong thought he was going to scold him again, he stretched out his hand and scratched Jiang Wensong casually.

Jiang Wensong felt that He Mingxu's patient appearance was amazing, and deliberately wanted to provoke him, "Not here, above."

"Give me the money." He Mingxu stretched out his hand.

Jiang Wensong saw that he was about to be annoyed, leaned close to his head and carefully kissed the corner of his mouth.

The corners of He Mingxu's mouth twitched, he turned his head reluctantly to adjust the expression on his cheekbones, turned back and continued to lower his face, looking at Jiang Wensong seriously.

Seeing him unmoved, Jiang Wensong blinked at him.

After a few seconds, He Mingxu was defeated, stretched out his hand to put on the socks for him, and stuffed Jiang Wensong's feet into his coat.

Jiang Wensong pursed the corners of his mouth in a good mood, and his feet, which were almost unconscious from the cold, slowly warmed up, so he leaned lazily on the back of the chair, tilted his head, and picked up the handle again.

In fact, he didn't have much real feeling about falling in love with He Mingxu, but the atmosphere between the two of them has indeed become different, feeling strange and familiar at the same time.

However, although the two said they were in love, it looked like they were having an underground affair.

Jiang Wensong, who was playing a game, suddenly heard footsteps outside, and subconsciously wanted to retract his legs.

He Mingxu pressed it down, frowning and thinking about renting a house next semester.

After several days of physical education class, Jiang Wensong finally ushered in the end of this semester physical education class, a 1500-meter run.

It's just that this teacher doesn't seem to be very good at picking the weather.

Shen Xingwen poked his waist to look at the weather, "It's overcast, maybe it's going to rain soon?"

Jiang Wensong lowered his head, not interested in talking, and chatted with He Mingxu while holding the phone.

Seeing that Jiang Wensong was silent, Shen Xingwen turned around and called him, "Xiao Song, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Jiang Wensong hurriedly put down his phone.

Shen Xingwen looked at him suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Wensong shook his head, and glanced at the playground not far away, "It seems that many classes have already started running."

Shen Xingwen sighed, and dragged his feet lazily, "I don't want to run, let it rain."

But until the run, the sky was still gloomy.

A bunch of people are scattered on each runway, and just smelling the smell of the plastic runway is enough to make people feel tired.

As soon as the whistle sounded, everyone rushed out like an arrow off the string. You squeezed me and I squeezed you, trying to run to the inner lane.

At the beginning, there was no major problem except that the wind was a bit strong, but when the third lap was running, the sky suddenly rained heavily, and the raindrops fell like a water curtain.

Jiang Wensong's clothes were soon wet.

The teacher at the end of the runway pinched his watch and shouted: "The last lap, everyone hold on."

When running, apart from feeling miserable, I didn't feel too cold. I ran the whole distance with perseverance.

When he reached the finish line, Jiang Wensong was dragged into a temporary tent by someone, and a dry sweater was covered on his head.

After rubbing his head for a while, the sweater on his head was finally taken off.

He Mingxu glanced at Jiang Wensong's pale face sullenly, as if he didn't want to look at him, he put the sweater over his head again.

Jiang Wensong didn't feel cold until after running. The rain was so heavy that his clothes were soaked. He reached out and took off the sweater covering his head, looked at him, and then turned his head to look at He Mingxu who had zipped up his jacket. It seems that He Mingxu took it off from his body.

He Mingxu finished reporting his grades in the recorder, and walked over holding an umbrella, "Let's go."

"Where's Shen Xingwen?" Jiang Wensong wiped off the rain dripping from his face and neck, feeling better, and turned around to search for Shen Xingwen.

"Here, here!" Shen Xingwen, who had just reported his grades, wiped the rain from his face and raised his hand in the crowd.

He Mingxu stood aside and threw the other umbrella to Shen Xingwen.

"Thank you Xu..." Shen Xingwen quickly caught the umbrella, before he finished speaking, he looked up and saw He Mingxu walked away with Jiang Wensong's shoulders.

It's nothing to put it on two ordinary boys. Shen Xingwen looked at the backs of the two men, always feeling something else.

Back in the dormitory, He Mingxu leaned against the door frame, "Clean up your clothes and go take a shower."

Jiang Wensong shook his hair, "The bathhouse is closed now."

"go outside."

"It's so troublesome." Jiang Wensong shook his head.

"5 minutes." He Mingxu's tone was very tough.

Jiang Wensong looked up at him, then at the majestic heavy rain outside, and continued to undress, "Don't go, just wipe dry and put on dry ones."

He Mingxu didn't speak, just stood at the door until Shen Xingwen came back.

"Frozen to death!" Shen Xingwen trotted over, saw He Mingxu who was still standing at the door, and glanced at him, "Why is Brother Xu still here?"

He Mingxu pursed his lips, turned and went back to the dormitory.

Shen Xingwen walked in and asked Jiang Wensong, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Wensong really thought it was nothing, and he didn't know why He Mingxu was so serious. It was just raining for a while, so there was no need to trouble.

He didn't feel that his body was so weak.

In the evening, Jiang Wensong took his clothes and went to the big bathhouse to take a bath. After taking a bath, he felt his throat was rough, but he didn't take it too seriously.

In the middle of the night, he was sweating all over, and woke up with a dry throat and smoke.

Jiang Wensong frowned and sat for a while, then got up and planned to get out of bed to drink some water.

But my head hurts badly, and when I went down the stairs, I stepped on the ground, fell to the ground, and hit the shoe rack on the side.

Shen Xingwen and Jiang Yao on the bed were startled by the sound of the shoe rack overturning, sat up from the bed, and vaguely saw Jiang Wensong sitting on the ground.

"What's wrong, Xiao Song?" Shen Xingwen rubbed his eyes and asked hoarsely.

"I..." Jiang Wensong opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound because of his burning throat.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Yao seemed to wake up a bit, got off the bed, and helped Jiang Wensong up.

"It's so hot...have a fever?" Jiang Yao looked at Jiang Wensong's not-so-good face, and touched Jiang Wensong's face.

Shen Xingwen got out of bed and turned on the light, the dormitory was brightened instantly, and when he turned his head, he saw Jiang Wensong's flushed face.

"Damn it?" Shen Xingwen instantly sobered up. "It's all that teacher, if it's not good to run any day, it must be when it's raining!"

Jiang Yao took Jiang Wensong's temperature with his own thermometer, frowned and said, "This is too high, why don't you go to the hospital?"

"No..." Jiang Wensong felt troublesome and wanted to refuse but couldn't speak.

"I'll get you a glass of water." Seeing that his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak, Shen Xingwen picked up the glass on Jiang Wensong's table, opened the door and went out.

After pouring the water back to the dormitory, Shen Xingwen suddenly stopped at the door, looked at the door of the opposite dormitory, looked at it for a while, and heard a click, and the door of the opposite dormitory opened.

He Mingxu opened the door, glanced at Shen Xingwen who was standing at the door in a daze, and went straight into their bedroom without asking any questions.

Jiang Yao was putting Jiang Wensong's coat on, and was stunned when he saw He Mingxu walking in.

"Brother Xu, why are you still up at this hour?"

"Let me come." He Mingxu didn't return, and squatted down to zip up Jiang Wensong's coat.

Shen Xingwen stood at the door of the dormitory, not knowing what to say for a while, just watching He Mingxu quickly put on socks and shoes for Jiang Wensong.

Dressed neatly, He Mingxu helped Jiang Wensong get up, "You guys rest, I will take him to the hospital."

"You alone?" Jiang Yao was obviously taken aback.

He Mingxu hummed, and helped Jiang Wensong go outside.

Standing at the door, Shen Xingwen woke up like a dream, and quickly handed the water bottle in his hand to He Mingxu, "Brother Xu, hot water, Xiao Song has a dry throat."

"En." He Mingxu nodded.

Jiang Wensong was so burnt that he leaned on He Mingxu unconsciously.

After leaving the dormitory, Jiang Wensong vaguely didn't know who he was talking to.

"I still have a paper that I haven't finished copying..."

It took He Mingxu a long time before he replied: "It's okay, I'll let Gao Cheng copy it for you."