I won't chase you a second time

He Mingxu didn't know who that girl was, but his instinct told him that the two of them were very close.

He stared at Jiang Wensong's unconscious side face for a while, then frowned and looked away.

Wang Haohao was still chattering, "Forget it, I'll forgive those boys! After all, I have to ask them for the girl's contact information when the time comes."

He Mingxu was not listening to Wang Haohao's ramblings at all, he was extremely dissatisfied with the unknown anger in his heart, and he was too lazy to pay attention to Jiang Wensong.

"Beep—" a loud whistle sounded, and the training began again.

The military training in the first two days was the hardest. After Jiang Wensong finished the military training every day, he slumped on the chair like a deflated ball. In addition to the hot weather, the cafeteria was crowded with people. He even lost his appetite a lot.

"Xiao Song, you don't want dinner?" Shen Xingwen came in carrying the takeaway he ordered, "I've been exercising so much these days, I'm hungry every day before meal time."

"Hmm... not hungry." Jiang Wensong sat on a chair, cross-legged against the wall, and took a sip of the iced fruit tea on the side.

Shen Xingwen bit his chopsticks, opened the takeaway box, took a big bite, and began to babble: "I don't know what happened these two days, the boys on this floor suddenly became a little courteous to me, and they all asked me to add their contact information."

"I analyzed it rationally." Shen Xingwen paused, "I think they want to pass me the contact information of the girls in our class."

Jiang Wen and Song Wenyan thought it was interesting, and nodded in agreement, "Correct answer."

"Tsk," Shen Xingwen took another bite of rice after finishing speaking, "Fortunately, I have already added the contact information of everyone in the class."

"..." Jiang Wensong looked at him speechlessly.

Jiang Wensong usually doesn't take the initiative to add other people's contact information. After all, the wider the social circle, the more things he remembers, so he doesn't want to increase his burden for nothing.

Jiang Yao and his girlfriend returned to the dormitory after dinner, still holding half a large watermelon in their hands, and opened the door to greet the two roommates, "Iced watermelon, do you want to eat it?"

"Contestant No. [-] is ready." Shen Xingwen held the spoon and raised his hand upright.

Jiang Yao and Jiang Wensong were amused by Shen Xingwen's stupidity.

After the three of them ate the watermelon, they hurriedly put on their military training uniforms and went to the evening training.

The training in the evening was much easier. It was not a serious training like in the daytime. Everyone sat on the ground. They sat face to face with the sports professional company on the opposite side, and learned to sing military songs with two instructors. The atmosphere was lively.

Although the atmosphere is lively, playing with mobile phones is still not allowed. Jiang Wensong crossed his legs and fiddled with the weeds on the ground, in a daze of boredom.

The atmosphere of the two companies on the opposite side of the playground was also very enthusiastic. It seemed that someone was performing a talent show, which caused a burst of screaming.

Jiang Wensong looked up curiously.

After the instructors of their two companies finished teaching the military song, they got together and muttered something in a low voice. After a while, the instructor on the opposite side clapped his hands, "Come on, the students from the dance class opposite us, come up and give a talent show ?”

Before the words were finished, the boy on the opposite side was howling like a wolf.

The girls in front finished dancing Chinese dance and modern dance, and the atmosphere became more lively.

"Hey, these boys who learn dancing, come up too. How green is it among the thousands of flowers." The instructor joked with a smile.

Jiang Wen Song had a big head, and a very bad feeling came over him.

This kind of feeling is like, when your parents knew you were learning dance, they insisted on dragging you up to show off in public during the holidays when you were young.

A few of the few boys had to bite the bullet and were called up, and were also asked to bring their dance partners along with them.

The students who didn't play didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement. They played music on their mobile phones in a friendly manner, and all the eyes around them were focused on them.

Sports dance is different from other dances because it is a competitive dance. The dance is explosive, full of skills, and strong in style. Accompanied by passionate and rhythmic music, it is easy to mobilize the enthusiasm and atmosphere of the scene.

Jiang Wensong's appearance when dancing is completely different from his usual appearance. On weekdays, Jiang Wensong looks delicate and shy, but at the moment when the music starts, his original gentle expression suddenly becomes full of spirits. Under the powerful dancing posture, The serious look and the relaxed dancing posture make the whole person look sexy.

Even wearing a slightly loose military training uniform, you can still look tall and handsome.

The music gradually reached its climax, and several groups of dance partners cooperated with each other tacitly, and their movements were freely retractable, simply handsome, and the strength of each movement was just right, following the rhythm of the music, brisk and steady.

After the song was over, there was warm applause all around.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong who was dancing under the dim light, and after applause rang out, he slowly raised his hands and clapped them belatedly.

After the dance, Jiang Wensong seemed to have returned to his original shy look. Feeling too much attention, he pursed his lips, raised his sleeves to wipe off the sweat from his forehead, and his face slowly turned red.

Returning to the company and sitting on the floor, Jiang Wensong breathed evenly, feeling better from the nervousness and embarrassment.

The instructor's enthusiasm was obviously not over yet, and he asked if there was anyone on the opposite side who was willing to come up to the talent show.

The first-year freshmen just entered the new environment, and it was the time to show off their love. After a while, they let go of their shyness and came up to perform one by one.

"I'll go, this buddy Ren Zixuan can dance street dance, I really didn't see it." After a while, Shen Xingwen said suddenly, with a hint of sourness in his tone.

Originally, Jiang Wensong was thinking about the shadows cast by the street lamps. The street lamps had both front, back, left, and right sides, and he was stunned to illuminate his shadows into six, from deep to shallow, neatly arranged.

He was in a daze when he suddenly heard a burst of excited booing around him. He looked away and raised his head curiously.

Hearing Shen Xingwen's comment again, Jiang Wensong was a little surprised, "You know him?"

"I know him, he lives in the dormitory opposite us." Shen Xingwen visited the dormitories all day long, of course, starting from the nearest dormitory for friendly visits.

"Yeah." Jiang Wensong nodded thoughtfully, he didn't think of Ren Zixuan, but he remembered the handsome guy in the opposite bedroom.

He is really a handsome guy, and it feels like everything grows in his aesthetics.

Shen Xingwen next to him was still rambling.

This evening's nominal training and actual talent show didn't end until around eight o'clock in the evening, and Shen Xingwen was still chatting when he returned to the dormitory.

"I said, the one on the left who dances the Chinese dance is really pretty." He pondered for a while, "Tsk, the one who sings is also okay..."

After finishing speaking, Shen Xingwen saw that no one responded to him, so Jiang Yao stopped talking, but Jiang Wensong was single like him, so he asked Jiang Wensong, "What does Xiao Song think?"

"Ah?" Jiang Wensong was playing a game. Hearing this, he raised his head and pretended to remember, then shook his head, "I don't remember, I'm face blind."

Face blindness is also an excuse that Jiang Wensong often uses.

Shen Xingwen glanced at him in disappointment, but couldn't stay any longer after a while, and went to the dormitories.

The next day, the fourth day of military training, Jiang Wensong opened his eyes, picked up his phone immediately to refresh the weather forecast, and looked forward to a cloud with small raindrops appearing.

"Alas..." Sighed lightly, and reluctantly got out of bed.

The three of them quickly washed up and left the dormitory together.

"Hey Wang Haohao!" Shen Xingwen had just left when he saw Wang Haohao who was also leaving the dormitory opposite.

"Morning." Wang Haohao greeted Shen Xingwen when he saw Shen Xingwen.

Jiang Wensong was still a little sleepy and dazed.Hearing this, he also turned his head. He didn't know which Wang Haohao Shen Xingwen was calling. He looked at a group of tall men in the dormitory opposite, and saw that handsome guy at a glance.

Jiang Wensong smiled at the handsome guy, "Good morning~"

He Mingxu glanced at him, and lowered his head to play with his mobile phone as if he didn't hear it.

The smile on Jiang Wensong's face paused.

"Hey, let's go have breakfast together." Shen Xingwen looked at the people in the two dormitories and suggested.

Shen Xingwen and Wang Haohao were already acquainted with each other, and the people in the two dormitories also started talking about each other.

A group of people sat down in the cafeteria.

"Hey, where are you all from?"

Asking about their hometowns is probably one of the topics that freshmen often chat about.

The next step is to ask about high school naturally. When Jiang Wensong was asked, he thought for a while, "Well, I went to the north for a year of high school, and then I went back to the south to study high school."

"You still went to school in the north? What school did you go to?" Wang Haohao, a northerner, asked curiously.

"Songfeng High School." Jiang Wensong recalled the name of the school.

Coincidentally, He Mingxu, who was sitting across from Jiang Wensong, heard the words, looked up at him, and said slowly, "What a coincidence, I'm also from Songfeng High School."

"Huh? What a coincidence? Then you have been alumni for a year?" Shen Xingwen opened his eyes, feeling incredible.

Jiang Wensong's mind paused, and he became a little nervous. He didn't expect to meet his alumni from that time.

He thought about it for a while, and wanted to cut off the topic. He who lost his memory didn't want to be embarrassed by reminiscing about the past.

Jiang Wensong pretended to be hearty and laughed a few times, "Hahahaha, it's quite a coincidence."

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong's changing expression for a while, then looked away indifferently and started playing with his phone again.

Jiang Wensong looked down at the plate, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

Shen Xingwen, who was next to him, had already changed another topic, and had a heated chat with Wang Haohao and Jiang Yao.

"Really! I don't mind getting tanned a few degrees these days, and I even got sunburned!" Shen Xingwen was very dissatisfied in his tone.

The four sports students opposite them are all healthy wheat-colored, but they don't care much about whether their skin is fair or not. They just feel that the sun these days is really poisonous. Even if their skin is dark, sunburn is really uncomfortable.

Shen Xingwen looked at Jiang Wensong while talking, "Xiao Song is different, he doesn't have much tan!"

As he spoke, Jiang Wensong's hand was grabbed by Shen Xingwen.

Indistinct blue veins can still be seen on the white arms, Jiang Wensong looked at his arms, but felt that a man with a healthy wheat color looked better.

He had worked hard for that skin tone before, but he ended up with sunburn every time.

Shen Xingwen looked at Jiang Wensong's arm and shook his head enviously. After a while, he looked across and saw He Mingxu's arm casually placed on the table.

Then Jiang Wensong's arm was pressed by Shen Xingwen and stuck to He Mingxu's arm.

"Hahahahaha, the color difference between you and Brother Xu is too obvious!" Shen Xingwen looked at the black and white arms, and it became more obvious when they were placed together.

Jiang Wensong paused in embarrassment, looking at the stacked arms of one black and one white, he seemed to be able to feel the temperature from He Mingxu's arms and the tense muscles under his arms, which was a bit hot.

Wang Haohao sat on the side and looked at He Mingxu's not-so-good expression all of a sudden, and gave Shen Xingwen a hinting look, not daring to speak.

Shen Xingwen is a wink, so he naturally saw He Mingxu's stiff expression and the quiet atmosphere around him, so he let go of his hand in the next second, and changed the subject while laughing.

In short, after breakfast, Shen Xingwen was like a sparrow, always chatting with new topics, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite relaxed and happy.

Jiang Wensong felt that although the handsome guy in the dormitory opposite was a little cold, at least he knew that the handsome guy was called He Mingxu.