I cried, I pretended

The entrance of the No. [-] Middle School is a holy place where all kinds of small vendors flock to, and it is almost full on weekends, wishing to block the streets.

Because only students who are often locked up in school on this day can go out for a short revelry after the evening self-study.

Song Mingwang didn't answer Cheng Wang's question about what he wanted to buy, but took him directly to the newsstand after leaving the school gate.

The two standing together are obviously very eye-catching. Song Mingwang is fair and handsome, wearing thin blue and white short sleeves, with a slender figure, almost so white that it shines in the crowd.

Standing next to him was Cheng Huankuai, who was a head taller than him. He stood beside him coldly, with his hands in his pockets, and raised his eyebrows slightly to show his doubts.

"Boss, I want to buy a book!"

The books sold in the newsstands are almost all painful youth literature and art magazines read by little girls. Looking around, they are colorful, and almost all the girls standing next to them are also ready to buy books.

But Song Mingwang didn't seem to notice the eyes of the people around him, and directly reported a long list of book titles to the boss.

Cheng Wang watched as the boss struggled to find a large stack of books for him, and then arranged them neatly for Song Ming to read.

His eyes swept away one by one, and all he saw were the big characters on the cover.

"One Hundred and Eight Tips of Speech", "How to Improve the Art of Speaking", "The Power of Language"...

Cheng Huan: "..."

After Song Mingwang took the book, he dragged Cheng Wang away again. Cheng Wang lowered his eyes to see that he was holding his hand, and finally his eyes fell on his face, and he guessed what he was thinking.

"Are you nervous?"

Thinking of this, Cheng Wang felt strange, after all, in his opinion, Song Mingwang was not a person who would suffer from stage fright at all.

"No." Song Mingwang vetoed, muttering: "I just want to do my best, and this is the first time I have spoken in front of everyone."

Although Song Mingwang has excellent grades, the school leaders still prefer to choose Xu Su who is more reliable when speaking on such important occasions. After all, in their eyes, there are too many uncontrollable factors in choosing Song Mingwang. Even if they checked his speech in advance, they are still afraid that he will be alone. Say something out of the ordinary on a whim and it's over, it's totally like something he can do.

Cheng Juan comforted him in a calm voice: "You don't need to read these books, you can just follow your usual schedule."

Song Mingwang was dubious: "But Teacher Guo asked me to read more of these books..."

Cheng Huang raised one eyebrow and asked back: "Are you listening to him or to me?"

Song Mingwang replied quickly: "Listen to you."

Cheng Wang heard that he seemed to be smiling, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Just be yourself.

Song Mingwang nodded heavily, hummed, and felt very happy, of course he could see that Cheng Wang was trying to comfort himself.

In addition to vendors selling all kinds of snacks at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School, there are posters, jewelry for girls, and even pets.

Song Mingwang couldn't move when he saw the fluffy animals. He squatted down and looked at the fluffy little hamsters, rabbits, and all kinds of dyed parrots and chickens in the box on the ground, and his eyes quickly scanned around. Then set the goal.

He immediately turned his head and looked at Cheng Wang eagerly in the next second, and begged, "Can I just buy one?"

"No." Cheng Huang refused coldly.

Song Mingwang pursed his mouth, tears were about to fall, but Cheng Wang was very firm, and said in a deep voice, "You can't support yourself."

And he is completely childlike, he may only play for two or three days, and after a period of time, he may start to find it troublesome again.

"You are looking down on me." Song Mingwang was unhappy, and looked at him with a small face, but his eyes were still red, because he was crying just now.

"Buy this, classmate. You can buy a little rabbit to raise. Look how cute it is." The boss knew that the buyer was coming when he saw Song Mingwang's appearance.

"Yes, how cute." Song Mingwang carefully took the little rabbit and hugged it for Cheng Wang to see, blinking and staring at him, "Just buy one, just one."

"Yes, classmate, see how much your friend likes it."

Song Mingwang also said, "That's right, look how much I like it."

Cheng Wang watched the two sing together: "..."

After a brief silence, Cheng Wang finally sighed and compromised.

"can buy."

Before Song Mingwang's expression brightened, he added the next sentence without haste.

"But you can't buy these."

Song Mingwang asked: "Then which ones should I buy?"

Cheng Wan leaned down slightly, his eyes fell on another plastic box, and he took out something from it and presented it to him.

"this."

Song Mingwang met his small eyes the size of mung beans, and one person and one turtle looked at each other for a moment, the scene was a bit funny.

Song Mingwang looked at the little green turtle that inexplicably appeared in front of his eyes, and was speechless for a long time.

Cheng Huan explained slowly, "Raising this one is quite like you."

When Song Mingwang heard this, he didn't react and was still ignorant, but when he did, he immediately gave him a fierce look.

"You are the bastard!"

Cheng Wang corrected: "It's a tortoise."

Song Mingwang insisted that there was no difference between the two, so he didn't want to keep this kind of pet.

"Why do you want me to raise this?" He decided to strongly resist Cheng Huang's behavior, and his attitude was very firm.

Cheng Wang explained: "It looks like you, cute."

Song Mingwang: "..."

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Cheng Wang was praising him or scolding him, but seeing Cheng Wang's unchanged expression and unavoidable gaze, the balance in his heart began to tilt to the other side.

He stared at Cheng Wang, with big doubts in his big eyes: "Cheng Wang, you don't really think bastards are cute, do you?"

Cheng Huang nodded, not guilty at all.

Song Mingwang began to struggle, his eyes turned back and forth on the fluffy little rabbit and the mung bean-eyed bastard, and finally he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"Okay! Just buy it!"

Cheng Wang heard that the corners of his mouth curled up, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

Of course, he didn't mean to tease Song Mingwang. To him, whether it's a rabbit or a tortoise, the appearance acceptance is similar, but there is a big difference in whether he can survive under Song Mingwang's hands.

And if you raise a rabbit in the dormitory, the housekeeper may come to catch it the next day, but the tortoise is different. It is easy to feed and does not require much effort. It is most suitable for Song Mingwang's 3-minute hot temper.

Song Mingwang returned to the dormitory and put the tortoise in the washbasin like a baby. Tang Tan was amazed when he saw it, and asked him if he wanted to keep it for soup.

Song Mingwang gave him a supercilious look: "This is my baby!"

Tang Tan: "...he is a bastard."

Song Mingwang corrected: "It's a turtle!"

Tang Qin also knelt down and started teasing his turtle, and the two of them started whispering head to head.

"Look at how smart it is, it's a bit like me." Song Mingwang teased the tortoise with his meat, and found that it was very vigilant, as soon as it found something wrong, it would immediately retract its head.

"It's not because you were born like you." Tang Qin also imitated him and began to feed it with meat.

Song Mingwang raised his head and glared at him impolitely, and said fiercely: "You talk about me again, I will write your name in the notebook tomorrow."

Tang Tan: "..."

In the end, he begged for mercy again and again: "Brother, I made a mistake, brother. If you have something to say, keep it in writing."

Song Mingwang hummed a few times triumphantly.

"By the way, who bought your turtle for you?"

Song Mingwang replied, "Cheng Huan."

The pocket money Song Yulan gave him was enough, but at that time he only brought enough book money when he left school, and it was almost enough to buy books. The money for this turtle was paid by Cheng Huang.

As the saying goes, etiquette is reciprocal, before the lights are turned off at night, Song Mingwang lies on the bed and whispers to Cheng Wang, the two beds are next to each other, Song Mingwang and Cheng Wang are head-to-head.

"Cheng Wang, you gave me something today, I am very touched."

Cheng Wang was a little sleepy, but he still managed to talk to him, and gave a lazily hum.

"There is a saying that reciprocity is courtesy."

Seeing that Cheng Juan didn't respond, Song Ming leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I've decided to give you a bigger tortoise."

Cheng Huan: "..."

...

On the day of the [-]-day swearing-in speech conference, all the third-year students of the No. [-] Middle School gathered in the auditorium, and Song Mingwang was busy making final preparations in the background.

He had already memorized the speech script verbatim. It was not difficult for him, but the difficulty was that he didn't know how to control his mouth.

"Don't improvise." This is what Guo Jin told him. He is most afraid that Song Mingwang will say something terrible in front of the teachers and students in the school. He will not even know how it will end.

After getting on the stage and hearing the applause that reminded him, Song Mingwang searched the crowd in the audience, and finally landed on a person, meeting his dark and beautiful eyes, his mood strangely calmed down.

"Good afternoon, classmates and teachers. I am Song Mingwang, the current student representative of Class [-]."

Song Mingwang's enunciation was clear, his pronunciation was accurate, his speech speed was completely within the normal range, and his expression did not show the slightest sign of nervousness. Guo Jin in the audience couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief seeing his ease.

"So handsome, this representative of Class Seven."

"I know him too. He's really white. I heard he's a mixed race?"

The girls in other classes in front of Cheng Jue were discussing Song Mingwang in a low voice, their expressions excited.

Song Mingwang was originally fair and handsome, standing upright on the podium to speak, as long as he didn't say anything else, it was really deceptive.

Finally, there was a free questioning session. The people in this session were basically pre-determined. Song Mingwang asked a few questions about his studies, such as how to improve learning efficiency.

If it was normal, he would definitely answer directly: "There is no way, because I have a higher IQ than you."

But under Cheng Wang's warning in advance, even though he really wanted to say this sentence, he could only hold it back in his heart, pretending to make some sense.

The last female classmate who asked questions asked him an unexpected question.

"What kind of girl do you like?"

This question was so familiar that Song Mingwang froze when he was so familiar with it.

How did he answer when he was asked before?

"Cold on the outside, hot on the inside."

Tang Tan in the audience swished his eyes towards Cheng Wang, as if he wanted to see where he was so hot.

Cheng Huan: "..."

The more Song Mingwang thought about it, the more reasonable he became, he nodded to confirm his thoughts, it must be like this, Cheng Wang couldn't speak because he loved him so much.

After the final speech, Guo Jin broke out in a cold sweat, but it was a successful conclusion.

Backstage, Song Mingwang was preparing to hand over to Meng Keran. She was the host, and besides her, Xue Wei was also there.

When Xue Wei saw Song Mingwang, he should have completely let go of his grievances, and even greeted him with a smile, without any embarrassment or unnaturalness.

Seeing Song Mingwang pull his face down again, he seemed to think it was amused, without any thought, he just pinched his cheek like teasing a child.

"Remember that?"

Song Mingwang curled his lips and was about to open his hand, but Xue Wei was called away by Meng Keran.

As soon as Song Mingwang turned around, he met someone's gaze, and saw Cheng Jue standing there, looking at him, his face was unclear.

He knew that Cheng Wang should come to find him to walk with him, so he said to him: "Wait a while, I'll be fine soon."

But Cheng Wang didn't answer immediately, but stood there silently.

After more than ten seconds, Cheng Wang walked over slowly and stood still in front of him.

"Cheng Huan..."

Song Mingwang stopped abruptly as soon as he called his name.

Cheng Wang suddenly raised his hand to rub his face expressionlessly, and even rubbed it several times.

Song Mingwang: "..."

Stop rubbing!Rubbing my face is numb again!