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The process of watching the movie was quite pleasant, but this night, Jiang Sui still lost sleep because of the pain in his back and legs. He tossed and turned on the bed, no matter which position he was in, he couldn't sleep well.

I had this situation before. It was a year ago when I just had spinal surgery and woke up in the middle of the night because of the pain. But at that time I could ask a nurse for painkilling injections. Now I don’t know what to do.

He stared at the ceiling and counted the sheep for a while, but it didn't work. He got out of bed and sat by the window to listen to the song.

The lights in the laboratory building in the distance are still on, and the word "口" can be pieced together with a penny short, and a complete circle can be formed with the moon. At the beginning, he was only one step away from that bird. hand, to win the championship.

Life seems to be like this, made up of many imperfections and reluctance.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that he was so sleepy that he yawned so much that he got into bed again.

The next day's alarm clock failed to wake him up smoothly, so he turned it off and continued to sleep.Cheng Ziyao and Duan Zhuo tactfully left him alone without disturbing him.

When he woke up, it was almost noon, and unfortunately he missed Duan Zhuo's 1500-meter swimming race, but the result was not regrettable.

Duan Zhuo won the 16-meter freestyle championship with a time of 02 minutes and 1500 seconds, and tied the men's 1500-meter record in the last school sports meeting.

The news of winning the championship was brought back by Cheng Ziyao.

He held the courier box in one hand and the packed lunch for Jiang Sui in the other. Before he sat down, he passionately recounted the game process.

"It's really a pity that you didn't go to the scene to watch this match! At the beginning, I saw that Ah Zhuo jumped in and seemed to be a little slower than others. In the first 1 laps, he was the last one, and he was almost behind No.30. [-] meters, I thought to myself that there must be no hope of winning the prize."

"I even made a bet with a few friends. I was already calculating how much money I would lose today."

"However, a miracle happened!"

When Cheng Ziyao said this, he raised his arms and gestured for freestyle swimming: "He started to speed up from the No. 14 lap, as if his mother was driving, I just watched him overtake all the way, and he was the first to reach the finish line. It’s so strong, the shouting at the scene was unprecedented, and it made my ears hurt.”

Jiang Suiguang could already imagine how enthusiastic the atmosphere was after listening to his explanation, and how many people's impressions of him had been subverted by Duan Zhuo.

"Then didn't you win a lot of money in an upset?"

"It's okay, I just won 300 yuan." Cheng Ziyao said, "I've never seen someone with such a fast career. It's really a pity that he doesn't make it to the school team. No one in the sports department can beat him."

Jiang Sui deliberately searched the Internet, only to find that Duan Zhuo's performance has reached the standard of a national first-class athlete. If he were the school team coach, he would definitely not let such a good seed go.

"What about others? Why didn't you come back with you?"

"I don't know either. After the match, the contestant disappeared, and I didn't reply to the text message, so I left first."

On the table, the huge courier box attracted Jiang Sui's attention. He turned upside down and was quite heavy, thinking that the salmon he ordered had arrived, but Cheng Ziyao's name was on the courier slip.

"What did you buy again?"

Cheng Ziyao grinned and said mysteriously, "Sister's birthday is next week, and this is the birthday present I bought for her."

"Yo," Jiang Sui suddenly became interested, "Did she invite you to celebrate her birthday?"

"No."

Before Jiang Sui could say anything, Cheng Ziyao defended the senior sister first: "She has made an appointment with a few girlfriends, probably because she is afraid that I will be embarrassed in the past."

Jiang Sui curled his lips and refused to comment on this, but just asked where to eat.

Cheng Ziyao said, "Haidilao."

Although Jiang Sui has never been in a relationship, he is particularly keen on analyzing girls' minds and giving advice to single people. While eating, he helps Cheng Ziyao plan the courtship action that day.

"I think you can communicate with Haidilao's waiters, be an employee for a day, throw noodles in person, and give her a surprise. Girls like this very much."

Cheng Ziyao raised his eyes, doubtful: "Really?"

"That's for sure." Jiang Sui said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I've followed all five seasons of love variety shows, okay?"

"Last time I saw two men chasing the same woman, and one of them got up early and cooked a bowl of noodles for the woman, and the woman was moved and cried. I sent an ambiguous text message to that man."

"If you want to win her heart, you must first release your masculinity."

Cheng Ziyao listened intently, but still had a sliver of rationality: "Shipping noodles...isn't it masculine?"

"Tsk, why don't you forget it? Don't underestimate throwing noodles. It's a technical job that ordinary people can't do. When you behave like this in front of her girlfriends, they will praise you in private. This is what I want to tell you. Your second point—" Jiang Sui patted Cheng Ziyao on the shoulder, and said solemnly, "To win a girl's heart, you often have to get her best friend's approval first. If they approve of you, senior sister will approve of you Not far away."

Cheng Ziyao listened carefully to his analysis, nodded in agreement, and immediately searched the Internet for tutorials on fancy noodles.

The first thing that popped up was a popular video with more than 500 million views. The boy in a white uniform and a peaked cap was pulling the two ends of the noodles, swinging the noodles like playing rhythmic gymnastics rope, and occasionally teasing customers. Throwing the noodles at them without actually touching them caused bursts of applause.

Cheng Ziyao touched his chin and watched the whole video: "This seems cool, but it seems quite difficult."

Jiang Sui was also fascinated, clicked to watch it again, and commented: "I think it's okay, the poses are just a few poses, we can simplify it when the time comes, and you can transfer the video to me."

"Us?" Cheng Ziyao narrowed his eyes, "Who are you going to dump for this?"

"I'll throw it at home during the Chinese New Year, my sister will definitely like it."

After eating, Cheng Ziyao couldn't wait to unpack the express box on the chair. Jiang Sui walked over and glanced at it. It contained a pair of ladies' skates.

"Can she skate? You buy her this."

"What do you know?" Cheng Ziyao's mouth twitched, "She doesn't know how, but I can teach her by hand."

Jiang Suichong gave him a thumbs up.

In addition to the skates, there was also a blank greeting card that Cheng Ziyao asked the seller to put in the box, and he planned to take this opportunity to express his love to Lin Jiawen.

After hearing this, Jiang Sui was shocked: "Is it so fierce? How long have you two known each other?"

"It's been more than a month? My brother had sex with someone on the first day of his blind date."

The matter of confession was Cheng Ziyao's decision after thinking twice. There are too many suitors around Lin Jiawen, and he is always worried that when he opens his eyes one day, she will announce that he has a boyfriend.For him, even if the confession is rejected, it is better than doing nothing and missing out.

"You can write a postcard for me, and I'll put it in together when the gift box I bought arrives."

Jiang Sui: "Why don't you write it yourself?"

Cheng Ziyao pushed him to the front of the seat and said, "My handwriting is too ugly, and it is easy to lose impression points."

"You are quite particular."

The decision to confess was made, but Cheng Ziyao was worried about how to express it artistically. All he could think of were some earthy love stories on the Internet, which were repeatedly denied by Jiang Sui.

And as a person with extremely poor reading comprehension skills and unable to compose five hundred words, Jiang Sui was also so worried that his brain ached, his fingers stuck in his hair roots, and he hissed to gasp.

"Is it okay, you," Cheng Ziyao urged, "If you can't, I'll ask Ah Zhuo. Ah Zhuo is smarter than you, so I'm sure he can figure it out."

"shut up!"

For a Northeast person to admit that he can't do it, it's better to just give him a knife. Jiang searched the lyrics and copywriting, searched his guts, squeezed out a few decent love words, and whispered them to Cheng Ziyao.

"Okay," Cheng Ziyao snapped his fingers and raised his eyebrows, "then write as you said, I think it's quite romantic."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Jiang Sui is a typical student scumbag. He often does things like taking the wrong book in class. He can't even find a pen that can be drawn on the desk, so he has to move to Duan Xueba's place with a postcard.

Standing by the side, Cheng Ziyao said worriedly, "Let's write better, don't make typos."

"I know, I know... Do you think I'm mentally retarded? Can you write something wrong?"

Duan Zhuo's desk was tidy. In order to write beautifully, Jiang Sui deliberately found a textbook and put a postcard on it. He took out a water-based pen from the pen holder, pressed it lightly with his fingertips, and the body of the pen made a crisp and pleasant sound.

Finally, after confirming with Cheng Ziyao what to write, Jiang Sui counted the total number of words with his fingers, and then compared the blank space of the postcard to ensure that each word has an equal space.

As if waiting for the invitation to come out, Cheng Ziyao was so anxious that he leaned on the back of the chair with one hand and leaned into Jiang Sui's ear and said, "Don't be too scribbled, I can't even understand the word 'song' of yours."

"Why are you like a fly?" Jiang Sui pushed him away impatiently, "Do you understand this is called running script? I won't help you write any more."

Cheng Ziyao gestured to zip the zipper, and passed it cheekily. Just as Jiang Suicai finished writing, he pointed to one of the characters and said, "Is this a typo? Is that how the word 'can' is written?"

"Running script is meant to be shortened." After finishing the sentence, Jiang Sui saw that the words that Cheng Ziyao's index finger pressed just now were blurred, and he gave a "tsk" with a headache, "Look at you!"

Cheng Ziyao twirled the ink on his fingertips and smiled all over his face: "Oh, forget it, I'll go to the convenience store to buy a new one later, and you can transcribe it again."

The phone alarm clock rang, reminding Jiang Sui that there was a 3V3 basketball match that he had been looking forward to in the afternoon. Cheng Ziyao cursed, but still carried him downstairs and walked out from the south door of the apartment.

At the same time, Duan Zhuo stood at the north door of the apartment, took out the key card and pressed it on the sensor, and with a beep, the door lock automatically popped open.

He also carried the lunch for Jiang in his hand, which is something he usually likes to eat. The reason why he came back so late is because today’s 1500-meter back journey was too fast. After landing, he felt very uncomfortable and had difficulty breathing. , and also made retching.

Wang Ye arranged for him to lie down in the lounge for a while, and he felt better after taking a pill.

Pushing open the door, a scent of cold vegetables came over his face, Duan Zhuo looked around, but naturally he couldn't find anyone.

The half-eaten lunch box was spread out on the table, and the freshly opened courier was placed on the chair. He yelled to confirm that there was no one in the bathroom and balcony, and silently picked up the leftovers on the table, and threw away the leftovers after eating. Combine the rest into a lunch box.

He bought Chezi noodles and pickled fish for Jiang Sui today, and the fish soup was still a little warm when he came back by bike.

He lifted the cover and dialed Jiang Sui's phone number, but he got connected quickly.

"Where have you been? Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat, I brought me the orange. I'm going to watch the game right now. It's a three-on-three game. Do you want to come and watch it?"

"I won't go," Duan Zhuo automatically skipped the uncomfortable things, "I'm too tired from the game in the morning, I want to sleep and have a rest."

"Okay then, take a good rest and come back to bring you something to eat."

Duan Zhuo still wanted to ask him how he got there, and if he needed to pick him up later, but Jiang Sui was probably in a hurry to watch the game, and his speech and hands were fast, so he had already hung up the phone.

Duan Zhuo moved the sauerkraut fish and Chezai noodles to his desk, took out two paper towels to cover the oil, and found that the textbook and the pen container had been tampered with, and a postcard with writing on it was placed in the most conspicuous position. On it was Jiang Sui's handwriting.

——I was not sure what love is until I met you. It turns out that love is that in every love song, you can find details about you.Today I can't help but want to tell you that I really like you, and it would be great if you could like me too. ?

Duan Zhuo's first reaction when he saw the content was some kind of prank. After reconfirming that it was Jiang Sui's handwriting and the information conveyed by these contents, his eyes were wide open, and his body seemed to be swept away by a huge wave. Throwing into the air, he lost his center of gravity, and the whole world fell before his eyes. It was the first time that he heard the beating sound of his heart so clearly.