My CP must be sweet!

After five o'clock, the number of students on the playground dropped sharply, and the school basketball players were still conducting daily training.As the team leader, Miyazawa was helping the team members with a physical fitness test. He pressed the stopwatch, and after the last team member passed the 50-meter test, he clapped his hands and assembled the team members.

"Today's training is over, disband."

A group of big boys applauded and cheered, said goodbye to each other, and left with their schoolbags.

Miyazawa will stay to organize the training equipment, and Beach, the vice-captain of the school basketball and Miyazawa's good friend, will stay to help.

Beach is of British Chinese descent. He has lived in the UK since he was a child, but he can speak Chinese very well. He and Miyazawa, who is also Chinese, hit it off right away, and their friendship developed rapidly.The two were chatting and packing up the basketball when suddenly Beach stopped and bumped Miyazawa on the shoulder.

"What's wrong?" Miyazawa looked back at him.

Beach looked outside the court and winked at him ambiguously: "Your little wife is here to pick you up."

Hearing this, Miyazawa looked outside the court, and saw a thin figure with short black hair leaning against the outermost basketball hoop with his back to them.Miyazawa's eyes softened as he looked at the huddled little back. He picked up the basketball quickly, and hurriedly said goodbye to Beachy before running off the field.

Not long after Wenger sat down, he was about to take out a book to read. There was a shadow in front of his eyes. He looked at his watch first and then looked up: "Why is it over so early today? I'm just about to read a book for a while."

Miyazawa took the book out of his hand and pulled him up: "The coach is not here today, and the regular training will be over." He glanced at the thick book in his hand and frowned: "What is this? Why is it so thick? Wasn’t it “A Brief History of Time” yesterday?”

"I finished reading "A Brief History of Time" yesterday. I just borrowed this from the library, "Shakespeare's Poems."

Miyazawa's frown deepened, and he put the brick-heavy poetry collection into his schoolbag, then took their schoolbags from Wenger's hand and walked towards the school gate holding hands, preaching to him while walking: "Read less books. , exercise more, if you continue like this, you will really become a nerd."

Wenger's attention was on the hands of the two, and he didn't hear what he was saying, so he responded perfunctorily.Thinking of what his classmates told him before school was over, a complex look flashed across his eyes, and he withdrew his hand with his mouth pursed.

Miyazawa was telling him the interesting things that happened today. Feeling empty, he stopped and turned to look at Wenger: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Both the strength and the grasping movements are much gentler.

Wenger shook his head, originally wanted to take it back, but seeing that Miyazawa was so persistent, he gave up, but he still resisted dryly: "Zhuang Zhuang, I am 17 years old, I don't need to hold hands when crossing the road, and I It's your brother, even if I protect you, I should protect you."

Miyazawa didn't hear the resistance in his words, he still held his hand tightly, and when he showed his age, curled his lips, and gestured at the heights of the two of them: "How are you going to protect me? Just us The size of the two, is there any dispute about who will protect who? So what, Aunt Wen said that I am much more reliable than you, so let me take good care of you. "

Although Wenger is three years older than Miyazawa, he is seven or eight centimeters shorter than Miyazawa. At the age of 17, he can reach Miyazawa's chin now, and even his body is one size smaller than Miyazawa. Wenger was very depressed, always feeling that his brother's majesty was being challenged.And now Miyazawa doesn't see him as a big brother anymore, not only doesn't call him a big brother, but also always protects him in the palm of his hand with a protective attitude, even walking on the road to protect him side.

In the past, Wenger never felt that there was anything wrong. After all, the two have been together since birth and have been inseparable for more than ten years. They are closer than many brothers. This is very common for them, but they used to be together. As an older brother, he protected his younger brother Miyazawa, and now he has become a younger brother protecting his older brother.But before school today, Wenger remembered an unintentional remark made by a classmate, and he began to have doubts about the way the two get along now.

"Strong." Wenger called out in a low voice.

"Huh? What's the matter?" It was a bit cold, and Wenger shivered when a gust of wind blew past. Miyazawa naturally put the hands they held together into his pockets.

An accident interrupted Wenger's words. He looked at the bulging hands in his pockets with a more complicated expression. It took a long time before he remembered what he wanted to say.

"You, what kind of girl do you like?" Wenger looked at Miyazawa's expression and asked carefully.

Gong Ze paused and looked down at him in surprise: "Why do you ask this?"

"It's nothing, I'm just curious." Wenger smiled slightly to hide his good mood.

Miyazawa looked at him with a complicated look for a long time before turning back and continuing to walk forward. Instead of answering his question just now, he asked him instead: "What about you? What do you like?"

"Me?" Wenger paused, a little embarrassed, "I never thought about it."

"I really didn't think about it, or did I say that on purpose to coax me? I heard that Suzanne in your class is crazily pursuing you, and she has confessed to you several times."

"Where did you hear that?" Wenger suddenly felt a little guilty. The two were in different classes. He had never told Miyazawa about this. If he didn't tell him, he didn't want him to know. As for the reason, he couldn't let him know yet. .

Gong Ze didn't speak, but just stared at him, his eyes were rare serious, and there was a hint of anger.

Wenger was defeated in the eye contact with him, and looked at the ground with a guilty conscience: "I rejected her several times, and I also told her clearly that I have no feelings for her, but if she doesn't give up, there is nothing I can do about it." .” After speaking, the voice became smaller and smaller.

Miyazawa's eyes darkened, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended to be relaxed and asked him, "Then who do you have feelings for? Olivia?"

Olivia is the prettiest girl in Wenger's class and is also recognized as the school belle of the whole school. Eight out of ten boys want to pursue her.Several friends who were close to Miyazawa were all pursuing Olivia, but they were all unsuccessful, because when Olivia rejected them, she told them that she had someone she liked.Although Olivia didn't tell them exactly who that person was, Miyazawa felt that it was probably Wenger.First of all, the two are in the same class and spend a lot of time together, and Wenger's appearance is the type that British girls like, and he is very popular in school. Olivia has also praised Wenger's appearance, and it is said that Olivia often I would go to Wenger after class, and every time I chatted with dispensable content, I could tell at a glance that I was deliberately making excuses to get close.Summing up the points, Miyazawa is 100% sure that Olivia likes Wenger.He has been sulking for a week because of this, but because he doesn't know Wenger's attitude, he dare not show it in front of him.

Speaking of Olivia, Wenger's expression became more complicated, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while, so he hesitated for a few seconds.And these few seconds of hesitation seemed to Miyazawa to be tacit consent, so the suppressed anger in his heart became more vigorous, and his cheeks were bitten tightly.

"You really like her?" Gong Ze asked him word by word.

Wenger shook his head quickly: "No, no."

However, after the strange reaction before, Miyazawa had already determined that Wenger was lying, his eyes dimmed a little, and he became much weaker.

"Same."

"What's wrong?" Wenger looked up at him.

"If, if you have someone you like, you must tell me as soon as possible." Miyazawa said this with a sad tone.

Wenger bowed his head and smiled wryly, tell you?I'm afraid if I really say it, you should run away.Sniffing, he raised his head, stood on tiptoe, rubbed the top of Miyazawa's hair as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "Gong Zhuangzhuang, you are only 14 years old, it's too early for minors to talk about this, let's think about your next Monthly basketball game."

Miyazawa smiled falsely and nodded perfunctorily.

Sure enough, in his eyes, he will always be just a younger brother?

It was the first time that two people walked together, but there was no noise, and the atmosphere was silent and depressing.

In the days that followed, the fights and squabbles were still the same as before. It seemed that there was no change, but something still changed. At least after that, the two of them deliberately avoided any topics related to love.

Next month there will be an inter-school basketball game. During this time, the school basketball team races against time for training. Miyazawa, as the captain, not only trains normally, but also discusses tactics and formulates training plans with the coach, and the coach drags him into discussions every day. It's time to go home.Miyazawa didn't want Wenger to wait for him for four or five hours a day and let him go home first. By the time he got home, Wenger had already gone to bed. After a week, the two spent more than ten minutes together on the way to school. Have no chance to meet.

On this day, Miyazawa's class had no class in the afternoon, and school ended early, and there was still some time before training, so he wanted to go to Wenger's class to meet him.Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the corner of the corridor, he saw Wenger standing at the door of the classroom, and Olivia was standing in front of him.Miyazawa stopped in his tracks, the joy of seeing Wenger dissipated, and he looked at the two not far away with a gloomy face.

The two stood facing each other and talking, Miyazawa clearly saw the shyness on Olivia's face, it was obviously reserved and shy when facing the person he likes.Miyazawa clenched his hands tightly into fists, and a storm gradually gathered in his eyes.Suddenly Olivia took out a pink letter from her bag, lowered her head, and handed it to Wenger with both hands.

love letter!

Miyazawa's pupils shrank, and for a moment he really wanted to rush out and tear up the dazzling letter, but he held back because he wanted to see Wenger's reaction.

Wenger stared blankly at the letter for a few seconds, Miyazawa felt his heart was about to jump out nervously, and kept praying in his heart, "Don't accept it, don't accept it!"

But then Olivia said something, and Wenger accepted the letter.

Seeing that he had received the letter, Olivia was overjoyed, smiled and said a few words to him before going down the stairs on the other side.

Compared to Olivia's uncontrollable joy, Miyazawa's face was ashen, his forehead was weakly pressed against his fist, and his heart ached.Wenger looked at the letter for a long time, then sighed, put it in his pocket, and was about to go back to the classroom, when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye: "Strong?"

Miyazawa subconsciously stopped and hesitated for a long time before turning around.Wenger had already walked in front of him. Seeing him, he was a little surprised and a little nervous. He quietly pressed his right hand against his pocket: "Why are you here? Did you come to find me?"

Miyazawa saw his small movements, but didn't say anything, just made an excuse: "I came to the coach to discuss training with him, but he doesn't seem to be in the office, I have something to do, you should go first today." Let's go, I guess it's too late."

"Oh." Wenger nodded disappointedly.

Miyazawa rubbed his hair and left.

"Strong!" After walking a few steps, Wenger stopped him again.

"Is there anything else?" Miyazawa stopped and asked him.

Wenger hesitantly rubbed the envelope in his pocket, but finally said nothing: "Nothing."

"Eric, Eric." Coach Black pushed away Miyazawa who was fascinated.

"Yes, coach." Miyazawa suddenly recovered.

"What's on your mind? You've been absent-minded today, and you've been absent-minded several times while I'm talking." Blake asked him.

"It's nothing, I'm just not feeling well." Miyazawa pinched Yamane, and apologized weakly to Black, "I'm sorry, coach, I want to go back early today. As for the training, we can discuss it tomorrow, is that okay?"

"Of course, your body is the most important thing, so you should go back today and take care of your body first." Miyazawa is the main force in the team. Seeing the game is coming, the coach is most worried about what happens to him. I heard that he is not feeling well. , How dare he continue to work hard, and hurriedly drove him back.

"Thank you." Miyazawa left with his schoolbag on his back. When he walked out of the office, he was about to leave, but he saw a person sitting on the bench next to him. The light was a little dim. He went closer and found that it was Wenger.I don't know how long he has been sitting here, but he has already fallen asleep leaning against the back of the chair.

It was a little cold at night, Wenger didn't wear much, Miyazawa didn't have time to think about why he was here, his physical reflex had already taken off his coat and covered him.

He also thought about waking him up, but seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, he couldn't bear to yell again, so he simply sat down and waited for him to wake up before going home.

Miyazawa carefully sat beside him, not daring to make a sound, and leaned sideways to shield him from the wind, quietly looking at that peaceful sleeping face, his eyes full of warmth.

This person is his brother Tong Tong, who has been by his side since he can remember, and has never been separated for a moment.Because of the age difference of three years, in order to be with him all the time, he studied hard, skipped two grades in elementary school, and finally got into the same class with him as he wished, graduated from elementary school together, and entered junior high school and high school together.

For Wenger, he was just relying on him at first. After all, he has been with him since he was born. After more than ten years of getting along with him, he has long been used to no matter what he does, he is always by his side.But later, I don't know when this dependence gradually deteriorated.

Perhaps it was at the beginning of the love affair, when he began to understand the various aspects of life. After realizing that Wenger would marry a wife and have children one day, and become farther and farther away from him, he suddenly became uneasy, began to be afraid, and feared that his fellow brother would one day will leave him.There is always a voice in his mind telling him that "the same belongs to him, it belongs to him alone, no one can take him away".He gradually began to pay attention to the girls around Wenger, and held strong hostility towards them. When he saw Wenger talking and laughing with them, he wanted to lock him up at home, so that no one else could see him except himself.

At first, he didn't know that it was possessiveness at work, and he thought it was just his reluctance to give up on this dear friend. It wasn't until that morning, when he completed the transformation from youthful to mature at the cost of a pair of wet underwear and a night of erotic dreams, that he suddenly realized that he For Wenger, it is not just friendship and family affection, but also a love that sprouts quietly in his heart at some point.

In that erotic dream, it was not the soft and sexy woman who spent the night with him, but the so-called good brother Wenger.In the dream, their hands were intertwined, and they fit tightly together. Their bodies fit together like they should be a pair by nature. They entered and retreated, enjoying the ultimate pleasure.

He gradually realized that he liked Wenger, and he longed to possess Wenger.But even if he is only a teenager now, he knows that this kind of relationship is against common sense, so he dare not tell anyone, especially Wenger, he is afraid that if he does, their current relationship will be severed .The way Wenger looked at himself was as pure and calm as ever, and he cared for him because he was a younger brother and had no other personal relationship, so he thought Wenger didn't like him, and he only treated himself out of the brother's love for his younger brother .One day he will get married, have children, and start his own family. At that time, these shady emotions of his will be buried in his heart forever, and finally buried in the ground with his death. No one will know for a lifetime. His lifelong brother and friend.

But things like feelings are never unreasonable, and it's not something you can restrain if you want to.

After seeing Wenger accept Olivia's love letter with his own eyes, he could hardly control his emotions.It was also at that moment that he realized that what he said about the free and easy blessings was just deceiving himself and others. He didn't want to give Wenger to anyone, he could only be his own!The love in my heart, at that moment, the love spread wildly all over my body, almost burning my reason.

The consequence was that he was distracted all afternoon, and he couldn't think of anything other than Wenger in his mind, so he, who had always been dedicated to his responsibilities, dropped the pick for the first time and found an excuse to escape.After he came out of the office, he was thinking all the way back how to face Wenger, what if Wenger accepted Olivia?If the two of them are together, will Wenger still treat him the same as before?Countless questions almost burst his head, but he had to face it before he figured it out.

Miyazawa propped his head and looked at Wenger for a long time. His eyes were sometimes gentle, sometimes lost, and sometimes sad. Countless emotions were mixed in them. In the end, he couldn't control his emotions. He bowed his head and kissed the slightly parted lips in accordance with his heart.

Call him despicable, no matter whether Wenger will belong to him in the future, his first kiss can only belong to him.

So soft.That was the only thought he had after he kissed those lips,

Although it was just a superficial touch, Miyazawa was so nervous and excited that the hairs on his back stood on end. Reason told him to leave, but his body was out of control. He just wanted to ask for more, so he couldn't help but deepen the kiss , the tip of the tongue cautiously poked into the mouth, and gently licked the hot and humid tongue.

Miyazawa woke up instantly with a whimper in his ear, and hurriedly opened his eyes.Wenger didn't know when he woke up, and he was looking at himself with wide-open eyes, full of shock.

Miyazawa left in a panic, looked at Wenger nervously, and his breathing became short of breath.

Wenger didn't know how long it took for the shock in his eyes to fade away.

Miyazawa was even more disturbed by him, and licked his dry lips: "I..."

Before he could explain, his neck was suddenly held forward, and then he saw Wenger close his eyes and kissed him. When his lips were pressed together, the tip of his tongue was inserted from between his slightly parted lips, imitating him. Slowly licking the way it was just now.

Wenger took the initiative to kiss him!

This realization made Miyazawa's pupils dilate in surprise, and his head was still in chaos, but his body had already reacted first, turning his back on the guest, entangled his lips and tongue, and kissed deeply.

In one day, Miyazawa experienced great sorrow and great joy in life, and at this moment, he only felt his heart was surging, which could not be calmed down for a long time.It was like setting off fireworks in my head, it was blank, but my mood was joyful.With slightly trembling hands, he held Wenger's waist tightly, wanting to confirm whether this was a dream or not.

After a lengthy kiss, the two parted, panting and looking at each other.

"Pfft—" Suddenly the two looked at each other and smiled, as if they were laughing at each other's stupidity.

After laughing enough, they hugged tightly again.

Miyazawa stroked the back of Wenger's neck with his right hand, and asked in a low voice, "You like me, don't you?"

Wenger smiled silently under his shoulder, and then asked him: "What about you? Do you like me?"

"I like it, I like it to death." The tone is extremely serious.

Wenger smiled, a sweet smile.

The next day, during recess, Wenger found Olivia and returned the letter that had been in his pocket all night.

"Olivia, I'm sorry, I can't deliver this letter for you, because Eric is my boyfriend."

The author has something to say:

Hey, sweet cry, although I really want to fight another hundred chapters, but I have no inspiration now. I have written all the extras I want to write, so I will come to an end here for the time being. If I think of new ones in the future, I will post it again.Finally, I am very grateful to everyone who accompanied me all the way, you gave me a lot of motivation.I am also very grateful to everyone for liking the stories I wrote. I will replace Wen Xiaoge and Gong Zhuangzhuang, thank you all!So, see you next time, I love you (づ￣3￣)づ