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After returning home, Su Yunshi followed Song Xingfei with a particularly self-blame expression on his face. He tightly gripped the hem of his jacket and said in a low voice:

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Song Xingfei's face was still slightly numb even though it was applied with ice. He looked back at Su Yunshi: "When did you tell father?"

Su Yunshi lowered his head and said, "Shortly after your hand was injured, foster father asked me about it. I'm sorry brother, I didn't know it would be so serious at the time."

Song Xingfei sighed helplessly, there was no point in blaming what had happened, and finally said flatly: "Don't do this next time."

"I know! I'm sorry, brother, I will definitely not talk more in front of my adoptive father. Can you...don't be angry with me? "

Tears welled up in Su Yunshi's eyes, Song Xingfei couldn't bear to keep his face sullen, and relaxed a little, patted his head and said, "Go to sleep, I won't be angry with you anymore."

Su Yunshi raised his head in disbelief, and as soon as he raised his face, tears fell down. Song Xingfei's forgiveness seemed to be more difficult for him than the blame.

"Why are you still crying?" Song Xingfei couldn't bear it, and wiped Su Yunshi's cheek crying like a little cat with his fingertips, "Didn't they all say they were not angry with you?"

"Brother, tomorrow, shall we go to the company together tomorrow?" Su Yunshi said out of breath with trembling breath.

Song Xingfei thought for a while and said, "No, I have something to do tomorrow." After speaking, he patted Su Yunshi on the shoulder to express his comfort.

During Jiang Chongyuan's return to school, Song Xingfei and Jiang Chongyuan exchanged messages from time to time. Several times, the two chatted late into the night. Song Xingfei even fell asleep with his mobile phone in his hand, only to find that the screen was still on the next morning.

Thinking of seeing Jiang Chongyuan tomorrow, Song Xingfei's heart suddenly rose with imperceptible expectations. It was a night of flying and dancing, but the moon in the sky seemed particularly round.

The next day, a gentle breeze blew through the willows at the school gate.

A black car drove up, and the birds scattered.

Song Xingfei asked the driver to take him to the gate of Jiang Chongyuan's school.

Today is the school celebration sports meeting held by G University. Song Xingfei has seen the names on the list and knows that Jiang Chongyuan has signed up for the long-distance running event.

Song Xingfei attended the sports meeting as a specially invited judge. He didn't tell Jiang Chongyuan that he would come, and planned to create a small surprise for Jiang Chongyuan.

More importantly, today is not only the anniversary of this university, but also Jiang Chongyuan's birthday.

There was an exquisite velvet gift box in the kraft paper pocket. The packaging was very exquisite. Song Xingfei looked down and closed the bag with satisfaction.

The principal, who had met Song Xingfei once, had a smile on his face, as if he was embedded in the folds of thousands of ravines.

Song Xingfei didn't mention the displeasure that occurred during the last meeting, and nodded politely.

Shaking hands with several school leaders respectively, Song Xingfei's friendliness seemed to have given them great encouragement. The headmaster's eyes were squeezed into slits with a smile, and he wished he could help Song Xingfei onto the judges' seat:

"Mr. Song, please slow down. Mr. Song is here to guide you in person today. Our school is really flourishing...Mr. Li, have the colorful flags been hung up? How come the banner welcoming Mr. Song was blown crooked by the wind! ? Hurry up and deal with it."

G University’s stadium does not often have such a grand and lively scene. The college students put on their energetic faces and showed a thriving atmosphere.

Not long after, the opening ceremony of the sports meeting ended. Song Xingfei looked through the youthful cheerleading girls. After searching for a while, he saw Jiang Chongyuan in the athlete waiting area.

Jiang Chongyuan was wearing a gray sports suit and white running shoes. Among the sweaty teenagers, he exuded a cool breath like a human-shaped air conditioner, and his slightly covered hair was blown by the breeze.

Jiang Chongyuan wiped the fine sweat on his neck with his collar, and when he raised his head, his gaze inadvertently passed over the judge's seat where Song Xingfei was sitting.

Song Xingfei's breathing tightened, and the pen that was spinning in his hand fell to the table with a snap.

But Jiang Chongyuan didn't seem to see him, he just stopped in place for a moment, took a sip of the mineral water bottle and threw it into the trash can, then turned and walked towards the waiting area.

The blue sky and white clouds joined together to form a highly saturated oil painting background, and the bright flag was stirring with wind, and Song Xingfei's heartbeat jumped up with the referee's whistle.

Among the male college athletes who are like the wind, Jiang Chongyuan's figure is like a nimble cheetah. Before Song Xingfei had time to see clearly, Jiang Chongyuan had already ranked among the top five in less than a moment.

"President Song, do we students look like you did back then?" The vice principal handed Song Xingfei a bottle of mineral water and said with a flattering smile.

Song Xingfei's eyes were always on Jiang Chongyuan, and he said intently: "Much stronger than me."

"Mr. Song is so humble..." The vice principal wiped the sweat from his forehead with his wrist sleeve. Seeing that Jiang Zhongyuan was firmly in the first place, far ahead of No.2, his smile froze slightly:

"Four of the top five are members of our school's track and field team. No.2 Xia Yanyu is usually the best. Today... who is the number one student? Teacher Li, why haven't I seen it before? "

Teacher Li pushed his glasses that looked like beer bottle caps, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "The number one student is Jiang Chongyuan from the Department of Finance."

The vice-principal pondered for a moment, then his brows furrowed as if realizing something.

The school leaders noticed that Song Xingfei was a little absent-minded about their strike-up, so they couldn't help secretly observing Song Xingfei's expression, and found that after Song Xingfei was engrossed in watching the game, almost everyone showed an unbelievable expression.

But no one dared to touch the famous Mr. Song's bad luck, so they tacitly kept silent.

Song Xingfei's heart was beating extremely violently, and he had the illusion of being there and participating in the competition himself.

The moment the bright red ribbon was carried by his body, Song Xingfei almost had the urge to stand up and cheer.

Fortunately, he only leaned forward slightly, and knocked his knee on the table leg lightly. The judges around were also attracted by the result of the competition, and no one noticed Song Xingfei's excited expression.

Jiang Zhongyuan's face was slightly flushed, and his fair skin was covered with moist powder under the sun. He adjusted his breathing skillfully, and the corners of his lips curled up in a subtle arc.

The awards ceremony will not start until half an hour later. During the intermission, Song Xingfei saw Jiang Chongyuan leaving the waiting area alone.

Among the cheering crowd, no hands applauded him, no one congratulated him.

The gaze cast on his back was like a stone thrown by an urchin, Jiang Zhongyuan didn't even look back, he turned and walked towards the direction where there were few people.

"Hey! Mr. Song! Where are you going? I'll accompany you, ah, or let Teacher Li accompany you!" Seeing Song Xingfei getting up and about to go, the principal hurriedly called.

"No need." Song Xingfei didn't stop and said without turning his head, "I'm going to the bathroom, don't follow me."

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In Song Xingfei's memory, every sports meeting from childhood to adulthood could not escape the scorching sun.

Today was no exception. Without the protection of the air conditioner and parasol, he felt like his skin was almost scorched.

After approaching a teaching building, Song Xingfei found that the scorching sun was gone, and Jiang Chongyuan was also missing.

Suddenly, the door lock of the room at the end of the corridor made a slight sound.Song Xingfei waited and watched for a while, and after realizing that there was no sound, he walked over hesitantly.

"Chongyuan?" Song Xingfei didn't dare to shout too loudly, fearing that it wasn't Jiang Chongyuan inside, he guessed that Jiang Chongyuan had just finished the game and his clothes were drenched with sweat, so he wanted to change.

And the sign on the door of this room read: Dressing Room.

Song Xingfei knocked on the door cautiously: "Is there anyone?"

There was no answer, but he found the door unlocked, and when he knocked it opened slightly.

The lights were not turned on inside, and the whole room was pitch black. Song Xingfei hesitated for a moment before walking in, and subconsciously fumbled for the switch on the wall.

Song Xingfei almost screamed out.

In the darkness, his hands were suddenly held behind his waist by another pair of hands, his whole body was turned upside down, and his back was pressed heavily against the wall.

Just as Song Xingfei was about to speak, his lips were blocked by a not-so-soft palm.

But with that faint scent, Song Xingfei could tell who the other party was right away.

After a while, Jiang Chongyuan let go of Song Xingfei's hand, and seemed to be very bored and said: "Brother Fei, how do you know it's me?"

Song Xingfei felt that telling the truth was a bit obscene. After pondering for a few seconds, he said, "Only you are so childish."

Jiang Chongyuan snorted in a low voice, then stretched out his hand and pressed the switch behind Song Xingfei, and said with a smile, "Brother Fei came here to see me today?"

"Well, it just so happens that the principal invited me to be a judge, and today is your birthday."

Jiang Chongyuan was stunned, looked up at Song Xingfei, and blurted out: "You know?"

"I happened to see it, so I remembered it." Song Xingfei did not dare to say that he saw Jiang Chongyuan's birthday in the study of the original owner. If Jiang Chongyuan knew that the original owner was not only investigating him behind the scenes, but also printed a thick stack of information, it would be normal. Everyone will feel creepy.

But involving Jiang Chongyuan's personal privacy, Song Xingfei accidentally saw the homepage, which happened to have Jiang Chongyuan's birth date.

Jiang Chongyuan didn't ask carefully, but took a step forward, getting closer to Song Xingfei, and said close to Song Xingfei's ear, "What gift does Brother Fei plan to give me?"

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