What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

Jiang Qixiao and the others didn't go back after practicing until after five o'clock. The training intensity was not high, and overall it was considered a small improvement.

Shi He started to go home with the two of them, and Li Jing called them away on the way. While walking in a hurry, she didn't forget to turn her head and shout: "Continue tomorrow, brothers!"

After the breakup crisis that Shi He's mother intervened in the school sports meeting passed, Shi He acted like a normal person, whether it was a high-profile relationship or a high-profile relationship, it seemed that it was not affected at all.

Every time Jiang Qixiao saw him and Li Jing on the phone, he couldn't help but sigh.

Now is really not the age to fall in love.

On the way, Jiang Qixiao asked Yang Shaoqing who was walking side by side: "Are you still practicing boxing tomorrow morning?"

"Well, I practice every weekend morning."

"Aren't you tired? You have to play golf all afternoon." Jiang Qixiao glanced at him.

Yang Shaoqing chuckled and asked back, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Jiang Qixiao curled his lips, "Aren't I afraid that your body won't be able to handle it?"

He also often participated in ball games when he was in college. Although he did not exercise much during this period, it is not unbearable to this extent.

He felt that like Yang Shaoqing, who practiced boxing regularly for more than twelve hours a week, and also had to play ball, study, and participate in various entertainment gatherings held by friends, it must be very tiring.

Yang Shaoqing was silent for a while, and said, "I'm not tired from boxing. If you are curious, you can follow me to the gym tomorrow morning to try it out."

Jiang Qixiao thought for a while, but he didn't refuse. Anyway, sitting in the store is very boring, and there is no business, why not accompany Yang Shaoqing to see how he usually practices, maybe he will fall in love with this sport right away. .

After returning to Yang's house for dinner, Jiang Qixiao didn't plan to go downstairs to open the shop anymore. After exercising all afternoon, he gradually felt exhausted. He washed off his sweat, and lay on the bed leisurely, ready to watch the drama.

Not long after finding a comfortable position to lie down, there was a knock on the door. He sighed and got up with difficulty to open the door.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Qixiao opened the door. Standing at the door was Yang Shaoqing who had just washed and put on clean clothes, and his hair hadn't been completely dried yet.

Yang Shaoqing held a pair of [-]% new blue and white roller skates in his hand, and shook them in front of Jiang Qixiao, "I want you to go out and play."

Jiang Qixiao twitched the corners of his mouth, "When did you and Shi He bring me into the nightlife? Or did he want to bring me along because he had a girlfriend and no one would play with you?"

Yang Shaoqing was stunned.

Tonight, Shi He called him to make an appointment near the small square, saying that he hadn't gone out to play roller skating at night for a long time, and asked him to bring his shoes to Li Jingxiu.

After he agreed, his first thought was to bring Jiang Qixiao together. I don't know how much he remembered teaching Jiang Qixiao to skate on the National Day, so he thought he could check and accept it.

Didn't he and Jiang Qixiao often get together recently? They went home from the arena together last night, thinking that their relationship with Jiang Qixiao was good enough to hang out with each other.

Arrived early.

But I didn't expect Jiang Qixiao to say this sentence suddenly, which caught Yang Shaoqing off guard.

He opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer, he thought for a long time and said, "I... just... want you to hang out with me."

It's okay to be in a relationship with Shi Hyuk.

It doesn't matter at all.

Jiang Qixiao was stunned, he just...just said that in a joking way, well, although he didn't laugh when he was joking, but Yang Shaoqing took it seriously?It's too...too silly, right?

Jiang Qixiao smiled helplessly, "Got it, I'm going to put on my shoes...Hey, you bring your skateboard, I don't want to wear your roller skates."

Yang Shaoqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and fixedly looked at Jiang Qixiao's back as he turned around and entered the house to change his shoes, "You can still skateboard."

"No way," Jiang Qixiao didn't lift his head, put one foot on the sneakers, squatted down and tied the shoelaces with Yang Shaoqing on his back, "I don't want to wear roller skates, the only way to go out to play is to sit next to you and watch you play." Skateboarding is the only option left, let’s try the head office.”

"It's okay." Yang Shaoqing plucked at the wet hair twice, "I'll teach you."

Jiang Qixiao didn't say a word. After putting on the shoes on the other foot, he turned around and looked him up and down, frowning slightly, "Can you dry your hair? Is it fun to catch a cold when it's cold?"

Yang Shaoqing stretched out his left thumb and pointed at the door behind him, "I'm too lazy to open the door, my parents will be asleep soon, I don't want to blow my hair and disturb them."

Jiang Qixiao sighed softly, "Come in and close the door, there is a hair dryer in the bathroom, go blow it yourself."

Yang Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, walked in, and closed the door by the way, muttering in a low voice: "I'm not in a hurry, what are you afraid of."

Except for using a hair dryer in the extremely cold winter, no matter what the weather is, he will not blow his hair after taking a shower.

Some details of Jiang Qixiao really look like a woman.

"..." Jiang Qixiao rolled his eyes at him and chose not to talk to him.

Yang Shaoqing walked to his bathroom and saw a black hair dryer on the table where the toiletries were placed. He scratched his hair twice in the mirror before picking up the hair dryer.

After adjusting the suitable temperature, Comrade Yang Shaoqing is ready to start the hair blowing project.

When aiming the mouthpiece of the hair dryer at the top of my head, an embarrassing thing happened.

The wire of the hair dryer is only enough for him to pull the mouthpiece to his cheek, and now he can either tilt his head to reach the mouthpiece to blow, or he can only squat down to a place where he can't see the mirror, which is not a comfortable position anyway.

"... Fuck?" How Jiang Qixiao usually blows his hair, the degree of difficulty is a bit high.

Yang Shaoqing looked at his speechless expression in the mirror, smiled, and shouted: "Jiang Qixiao, come here!"

"What are you doing?" Jiang Qixiao heard him yelling, frowned, put on slippers and stepped into the bathroom, "What's the matter, young master, you can't blow your hair?"

"Look at you, let me ask you to look at it yourself! How do you blow it? Ah? How do you blow it?" Yang Shaoqing tugged on the wire of the hair dryer, but the mouthpiece never reached his head, expressing his desire with all his might dissatisfied.

"... Hiss." Jiang Qixiao frowned, bit his lower lip, and uttered a syllable in displeasure.

It's strange, he and Yang Shaoqing don't seem to be much different in size, why is he usually so short with Yang Shaoqing's incomparably suitable length.

"It was you who asked me to blow my hair." Yang Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, "How about doing it now, you blow it for me." After finishing speaking, he forcefully stuffed the hair dryer into Jiang Qixiao's hand.

"It's not because your socket is too far away from the mirror." Jiang Qixiao helplessly picked up the hair dryer, pulled Yang Shaoqing's arm and stood aside, "Why do you say you are an old man blowing your hair? The mirror, you can blow it in a short while if you stand over it."

That being said, his hands didn't stop, he grabbed two handfuls of Yang Shaoqing's hair, turned on the hair dryer and began to blow his hair.

Yang Shaoqing's hair is very voluminous, very black and thick, but not hard, and it can be styled with just a casual grab.

After blowing for a few minutes, Jiang Qixiao turned off the hair dryer, pushed Yang Shaoqing in front of the mirror, picked up the comb on the stage and thoughtfully combed a well-behaved standard student hairstyle, stood behind Yang Shaoqing and clicked his tongue, "Okay, let's see if he is much more handsome than Mr. Tony from your village."

Yang Shaoqing was stunned when he saw such an obedient self in the mirror.

Under the black broken hair and bangs are a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, her face is so fair that there is no trace of blemish, and her facial features are very correct.

He usually likes to mess up his hair at will, and doesn't like too well-behaved hairstyles. He didn't expect to see himself like this once in a while, and he is quite handsome.

Jiang Qixiao looked at Yang Shaoqing in the mirror, nodded behind him in satisfaction, and suddenly met Yang Shaoqing's eyes through the mirror.

Both of them were stunned, their hearts beat faster at the same time, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.

For some reason, no one moved their eyes away first.

Stare straight at each other in the mirror.

Yang Shaoqing's eyes were dark, the bridge of his nose was straight, his lips were thin and red, and Jiang Qixiao's breathing slowed down.

This kid... looks so damn good.

Yang Shaoqing's throat rolled a few times unconsciously, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the end, it was Jiang Qixiao who ended the sudden stare first.

He felt that if he didn't move his eyes away, he would be sucked in by Yang Shaoqing's sensitive eyes.

In order to cover up the weird atmosphere, after dodging Yang Shaoqing's gaze, he stretched out his hand and used a comb to scrape Yang Shaoqing's bangs, instantly bringing Yang Shaoqing's attention back to himself.

"Pfft." Jiang Qixiao couldn't hold back, he laughed twice, "Watermelon Taro is here—"

Yang Shaoqing immediately frowned, grabbed the comb, turned around and glared at Jiang Qixiao angrily.

Jiang Qixiao covered his mouth and walked to the living room in three steps and two steps. After laughing, he put on his shoes again, "Hurry up, Xigua Taro, don't come back too late."

"Watch your head, Xigua Taro has a bald spot on the top of his head, okay, fuck me!" Yang Shaoqing pushed down his bangs, and said dissatisfied, "And I look so handsome with my hair up, okay? "

"All right, all right, you're the most handsome, let's go." Jiang Qixiao finished changing his shoes, lowered his head, took the key, opened the door and went out.

In fact, Yang Shaoqing rarely has moments of narcissism.

Everyone in the school said he was handsome, but he himself thought he was just average, above average, but he was used to talking in exaggerated terms, so he still had to brag.

If it was Shi He, he would have hated him at this time, but Jiang Qixiao followed his words directly, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

When others praised him for being handsome and good-looking, Yang Shaoqing didn't even bother to perfunctory him, so that's all.But if the person who spoke was Jiang Qixiao, why would he feel... that his face was a little hot.

"Stupid, don't even turn off the lights." Yang Shaoqing suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, turned off the wall lamp by the door, closed the door and went downstairs.

"Isn't there still you here?" Jiang Qixiao stood at the stairs and grinned at him.

Yang Shaoqing was stunned for a moment.