My reunion with you is a belated confession

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye the time agreed with He Mingsheng arrived.

Xingheng took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was 16:25, and there were 5 minutes until the selection of this competition was over.Unsurprisingly, there was no news on the mobile phone. It seemed that no matter what the exam or competition was, the signal of the exam room would be uniformly blocked.

He originally thought that the results would not come out on the same day. After all, there are many people participating in the competition, and scoring on the spot is too much energy. But he did not expect to announce before this competition that in order to ensure the fairness of the competition, all the scores will be scored on the spot. ongoing.When he heard the news, Xingheng was stunned, because if that was the case, he would have to bring his grades to see He Mingsheng when he got out later.

Even so, there was a little excitement and tension in my heart.In fact, it’s not just the nervousness now. He has been in a state of nervousness since this morning. He attributed it to not participating in the competition for a long time. Now he is still nervous after the competition. He attributed it to the sequelae of the competition.

When it came to the scoring session, Xingheng felt that his emotions were unprecedentedly high, which was different from the mood in the past when he wanted to show Li Yulin every time he wanted to win an award.

What are you nervous about?Well, it should be because he was afraid that he would not be able to tell He Mingsheng with a happy expression when he went out.But that person should not care about these, Xingheng thought so.

When I was fighting between heaven and man, all the scoring items were carried out in an orderly manner, so that when Xingheng raised his head again, the activity was almost over.

He has never been a very confident person. Even his love for He Mingsheng is based on his enthusiasm and old face, and then he flies towards that person with the momentum of a moth to a flame regardless of his care.

The audience applauded enthusiastically. When Xingheng was called to the stage, he suddenly wanted to meet He Mingsheng, and wanted to tell He Mingsheng before going on stage, so that they knew about it at the same time.This kind of attachment seems to be able to bind two people together.

When Xingheng came to the stage, his eyes swept over the people on the stage. Everyone had different expressions. Some people were full of smiles, while others were slightly angry, showing unyielding. Probably only he was a little apprehensive, fearing that he would let that person down. expectations.

He thought, if He Mingsheng was here, seeing him on stage now, he would definitely smile without hesitation, and then there would be warm applause.

In fact, that person has never been stingy in complimenting and admiring himself, as if his eyes are all about him.

When I thought of this, Xingheng had already stood on the awarding platform, and the voice of the host sounded again: "Okay, those who are standing on our stage now are all our winners this time, next we invite you The president of the Urban Writers Association announced the list of award levels for us, and the vice-president will present the awards. Please~"

The host's voice has a unique accent and a unique tone, and he looks at the people behind him with a decent smile on his face.

The people waiting on the stage to receive the award heard the voice of the host, and their movements were also very uniform and slightly turned sideways to show respect.

In order to create suspense, the ranking of the winners list was reversed from the back to the front, so when the top three were left, Xingheng's whole spirit was tense.

The president's voice sounded again: "Then let's reveal No.2 first, and the remaining No.1 and No.3 will make our players nervous first."

So when he heard that No.2 was not him, Xingheng felt that his heart was half cold. After all, in this place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, he knew his own strength.Although No.3 is a good result for him who hasn't participated in the competition for a long time, but he still wants to advance to another rank, so that he can get a little more points when he confesses his love.

What he told He Mingsheng was that he won the award, but the championship sounded more pleasant, and more or less matched He Mingsheng's status as a top student.

When all the rankings were announced, Xingheng accepted the award calmly. There is no halo of a protagonist in life. This is the truth he has known since he was a child. He watched Long Aotian a lot when he was a child, but he is realistic.

Because everyone is living, and others are also the protagonists in other people's lives, so I readily accept it, but this does not mean that I don't need to continue to work hard.

Next time, he must take a championship back. He Mingsheng has never seen himself winning a championship. Next time, He Mingsheng should have nothing else to do, so he can invite He Mingsheng to be an audience, and he can bring the people on his heart with him. Enjoying the honor together is probably the only romantic thing he can think of right now.

Coming out of the arena, Xingheng began to look for He Mingsheng at the gate.Although the results were not what he expected, but he still won the award, and his heart was a little bit excited, especially Xingheng had something in his heart, and in the process of looking for the figure, he had already begun to sketch the confession scene in his mind.

After taking a step, he was thinking, should he say that he likes you first, or should he show the trophy to He Mingsheng first, and then take the opportunity to confess his love when He Mingsheng was surprised. So he thought, but when he changed his mind, he thought of the cardboard box of trophies and certificates at He Mingsheng's house, well, people are so good, so if this is the case, he shouldn't be able to see the surprised expression on that person's face.

The more I thought about it, the more confused my thoughts became, and the time to look for the figure gradually became longer, and almost everyone at the entrance of the hall had left, and He Mingsheng was not seen.

Because of walking back and forth for a long time, Xingheng gradually felt a little tired. He raised his hand and brushed his bangs on his forehead. Only then did he notice the hot mobile phone in his hand. He suddenly felt that his brain was really a good thing, but unfortunately he didn’t take it? !Obviously, he can be contacted by mobile phone, but he insists on living like an ancient man, trying to find his figure in the vast crowd, so as to have a romantic encounter.

Oh no.It was not an encounter between them, it was discussed in advance.

Putting away his random thoughts, Xingheng made phone calls while walking towards the gate, but all the phones were turned off.From the entrance of the museum to the gate, although there is not much distance, it is enough for Xingheng to make several phone calls.

The phone has been shut down all the time, Xingheng can't help thinking, something happened to He Mingsheng, no, probably not, He Guoping probably doesn't have the guts, he looks like a money-seeking master, and he won't make life difficult for him.

Xingheng thought again, could it be that he hasn't come back yet, or he was on the plane or got stuck in something and didn't have time to say hello to him?

Yes, it must be so.He has known He Mingsheng for so long, it is rare to see this person not answering the phone or the phone is turned off, or a pigeon person, at least it has never happened to him.Maybe when he's done and sees how many calls he's made, he'll get back to him.

Thinking of this, Xingheng felt that the panic in his heart from the morning to the present has dissipated a lot.

All the plans fell through, no one with flowers greeted him, the game went smoothly, and there was no chance to say "I like you, be my boyfriend" to the person he likes.Xingheng sat on the bus in frustration and thought, where should he go next, should he go to find He Mingsheng or go back to school first, and then go to him after He Mingsheng returns his message?

In the end, he went back to school, but until the evening, Xingheng couldn't wait for He Mingsheng's call.

Xing Heng sat on the chair with his back leaning against the back of the chair, and his two feet resting on the corner of the table, swaying every now and then.Looking out through the balcony door, I don't know if it's because God knows that he is in a bad mood at the moment, so dark clouds have risen from the sky that was originally covered with sunset.

But for a while, the sky was already dark, and the only light outside the eyes was only a few lights in the corridor of the opposite dormitory building, and nothing else could be seen.

During the National Day holiday, the three of them in the dormitory were all locals, and no one would stay in the dormitory. He was the only one left at the moment, so he didn't bother to get up to turn on the lights. He simply maintained this posture until there were lightning, thunder, and wind and rain outside.

It may be because Rongcheng is close to the sea, and the wind always makes a unique whistling sound when it blows.

In the darkness, Xingheng picked up the phone, the light hit his face, and no obvious emotions could be seen.

Unsurprisingly, the phone didn't get through.No, it should mean that no one will answer this.Xingheng breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily it wasn't the same shutdown as before.But he still stubbornly turned on the settings, looked at the ringtone settings, and then turned all the ringtones to the maximum, not even letting go of the alarm clock.

I don't know how long it took, Xingheng felt as if he fell asleep in the position in front of him.

A cramped bell rang in the quiet space, and there were not many people on the entire floor. The loud sound was a little empty and a little eerie.