Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

Fu Zhihuai hid his hands in the shadow under the table, trembling uncontrollably.He even wanted to grit his teeth and say the word "breakup" to Kuwahara right now.

But still can't bear it.

Opposite him, Kuwahara's eyebrows and eyes are very gentle reflected by the dim light; so gentle that anyone who disturbs the damage will feel guilty first.

He held his face and stared at Fu Zhihuai seriously: "What's wrong? Old Fu, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Fu Zhihuai still wanted to be perfunctory, but Kuang Yuan didn't want to hear these two words anymore.He frowned and said in a serious tone: "You don't want to say this word anymore, can you? I want to hear you talk to me well."

"nothing to say."

"Fu Zhihuai!" After knowing each other for so long, it was the first time that Kuang Yuan was so irritable in front of him.He pressed his palms against the table, his knuckles turned white, but his eyes still begged sadly: "I beg you, please tell me if you have something on your mind? I don't like this, really... we shouldn't have conflicts."

"But, there is really no problem." Fu Zhihuai poured him tea calmly: "Don't think about it, Yuanyuan."

Kuwahara was so irritated by his tepid attitude that he couldn't stand it any longer. He dropped his chopsticks, stood up and looked down at those dark eyes that couldn't be seen through: "That's okay. It's the one I wanted recently. Too many, my question, can I say sorry to you?"

After saying that, he turned around and left, leaving Fu Zhihuai alone, and sat there without moving for a long time.

However, when Fu Zhihuai went home alone, a little tail followed him not too far behind him.

The two walked one after the other, Fu Zhihuai didn't look back, and Kuangyuan didn't make a sound, letting the street lamp drag his shadow to Fu Zhihuai's feet.

Kuwahara couldn't figure out why the two of them ended up like this.It's a mess. It's a mess.

During physical education class on Monday, Qiao Juan brought Sang Yuan and Feng Zhizhi to the office and told them something.

In fact, it's not hard to guess that the reason why they can be called together is definitely related to hip-hop.Qiao Juan said: "This semester, several well-known hip-hop studios in the city are going to gather together and select a few top-notch students from the students to participate in the provincial competition. You two are my seed contestants here, don't worry. Embarrass me."

"How is it possible." Feng Zhizhi patted Kuang Yuan on the shoulder: "Is that right, Kuang Yuan. Kuang Yuan?"

"Ah?" Kuwahara came back to his senses, blinked, and nodded in a daze: "Yes."

Qiao Juan looked at him meaningfully, and didn't say much in the end. She took some time to choose a song for each of them to practice, and then drove the two children back to the classroom for class.

Apart from studying now, Kuwahara has another important task on his body, which completely squeezes out his insufficient business time.

He didn't tell anyone about the game, and let it keep him awake at night.As if to vent, Kuwahara often ran to the park in the center of the community in the middle of the night, practiced with headphones until the early morning, and then sneaked back home to take a shower and change clothes while his sister was still awake.

For a while, he really felt that he had cultivated a strong and iron frame, and his heart seemed to be hardened because of it.It's okay to meet Fu Zhihuai for so long, and the cold war is not something difficult to endure...

But in fact, when he was anxious because of thinking about Fu Zhihuai, he felt very uncomfortable, and even did stupid things like throwing his fist at the wall.

After going through the preparation period endlessly day and night, it finally came to the time when all the studios gathered together to select students.

Feng Zhizhi was quite excited, he arrived early, and chatted with several students from other schools in full swing.Not long after, the teachers also came one after another.

The students went on and off one by one, and it didn't take long for a large group of people to be wiped out.Feng Zhizhi held the water glass, his palms were slightly sweaty from nervousness.He stared intently at the stage, secretly comparing the difference between the other party and himself, and suddenly felt his shoulders sink. Qiao Juan came over at some point, pressed his ear, and asked anxiously in a low voice: "Where is Kuang Yuan? Look Did you see him?"

Feng Zhizhi was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously looked around, and then suddenly remembered that he didn't see that ancestor.

"..."

Kuwahara leaned against the corner, shaking his hands and threw a few small white pills into his mouth, and swallowed them without drinking water.His face was a little pale, and he was almost stopped by San Zhuer when he went out in the morning, but fortunately he ran fast enough.

"Sang Yuan! What time is it? What are you doing hiding here!" Feng Zhizhi listened to Qiao Juan's order, and hurried out to find someone, but he happened to catch him as soon as he went down the stairs.He grabbed Kuwahara's wrist and pulled him up, Kuwahara said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, I'm going to be thrown up by you..."

A medicine bottle fell out of his pocket and rolled downwards.Feng Zhizhi took the time to look back: "What is that?"

"I've been a little anxious recently, so I prescribed some medicine. It's fine." Kuwahara's palms were hot, and his hands were sweating wet and cold.Feng Zhizhi turned the words around in his mind, but didn't find anything wrong: "Oh, so."

When they returned to the assessment site, it happened to be the turn of a certain junior who had learned dance from Qiao Juan for two years.Feng Zhizhi raised his fist and said in a low voice, "Come on—"

It's a pity that the little junior was overly nervous and forgot to move halfway through the jump.

Next came a girl with a high ponytail, Kuang Yuan looked up and saw that it was Zhou Yunjiao.She was wearing a baggy T-shirt and sweatpants, and she moved freely, not as if she was moving to the music, but as if the music was chasing her.The girl had a cool look on her face that was different from that at school. She looked down at the students and teachers below with an arrogant expression.

Someone was whistling at the bottom, but Zhou Yunjiao ignored it. She did not show her middle finger slowly until the music ended and she posed for a pose.

For a while, the cheers were so loud that the roof could be overturned. Several people were eager to throw their shoes on the stage, but they were stopped by the teachers with smiles.

Feng Zhizhi said in Kuangyuan's ear: "I think she will definitely be selected."

Kuwahara had the same idea.It was quite a pleasant surprise to see Zhou Yunjiao here today.

After a few more dancers finished, it was finally time for Feng Zhizhi to take the stage.Kuwahara helped him hold the water glass, his fingers still trembling slightly.The effect of the medicine hasn't come up yet, and now he feels irritated and indescribably annoyed.

After Feng Zhizhi finished dancing, he ran back sweating profusely to take the water glass, only to find that the body of the glass was already wet with Kuwahara's sweat.He was a little surprised, drinking water and asked in disbelief: "No, Kuwahara, are you still nervous about this?"

"I'm not nervous." Kuwahara frowned, took off his coat and put it on the chair: "It's a bit hot, I'll go out to blow some air, and call me when I get there."

"OK."

Kuwahara was lying by the window, looking at the small people like ants and the trees like sticks of firewood under the high-rise buildings. His fingertips moved back and forth on the screen of the mobile phone, sometimes it was "Old Fu" and sometimes it was "Fu Zhihuai".

After dawdling for a long time, he finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and sent out a message:

"If I'm going to other provinces to participate in a hip-hop competition, and you're in class, will you come and see me?"

"Sang Yuan, it's your turn!" Feng Zhizhi hurried out and shouted, "Hurry up, hurry up..."

Kuwahara threw the phone into his arms, walked into the dance studio with his head down, and walked into the center of the crowd.

Qiao Juan just finished summarizing the strengths and weaknesses of the previous student, when she raised her head, she was stunned when she saw his bandaged hands.

The music that Qiao Juan personally selected two weeks ago played slowly, and Kuang Yuan calmly raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose. When his eyes met her, there was a kind of ruthlessness that was completely different from the past.

It was very windy today, Fu Zhihuai walked by the window with a washed apple in his hand, and heard the glass vibrate slightly by the wind.The phone in her pocket rang, and Tian Yue, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately looked up at him.

Fu Zhihuai took a bite of the apple, took it out to look at it, and said calmly: "Flow traffic reminder."

Tian Yue still frowned, turned her eyes back to the TV screen, but her mind was still completely glued to her son: "I can't figure it out, what did you do with this midterm exam? Age eighteen... How do you want me to meet your teacher?"

"It's just that I failed the exam." Fu Zhihuai sat down beside her.

"Oh, that's easy for you to say... Why did you fail the first midterm exam in the third year of high school? Zhihuai, are you under too much pressure? Are you tired? Brat, tell me about it, you! "

"It's just that I haven't gotten used to it yet." Fu Zhihuai made an excuse that sounded like that, but Tian Yue didn't believe it at all: "In the past, no matter how you got used to it, you couldn't fall out of the top five. Why this time... Zhihuai, tell me To be honest, are you distracted by falling in love?"

"..." Fu Zhihuai turned to look at her, his eyes full of helplessness.

"All right, all right, I believe you can do it, right? Go, go back to your room and read a book... I'm making you so angry that your back hurts, let me tell you. Oh, it's been a long time since I passed the exam like this..."

Fu Zhihuai gnawed on the apple and went back to the room, locked the door behind him, and then took out the phone to look at it again.

He read Kuwahara's text message word by word several times, but he didn't know how to reply.After meeting Sang Zhuer that day, he felt that he was suddenly woken up from his dream by being splashed with cold water.I didn't have the courage to fight back, and I didn't even have the courage to pretend to be ignorant and continue to sleep.

From the beginning when he met Kuwahara, he kept reminding himself to be measured and not to be too greedy...but in the end he couldn't help but fall into the trap step by step, and fell into Kuwahara's arms.

Sometimes he felt like a dreaming hero, and sometimes he felt like the most shameless and terrible bastard in the world.Up to now, he is still a little confused, which role he should play is the most suitable, so as to minimize the damage to Kuwahara.

Thinking about it, it would be too cruel to be straightforward.He was most afraid that after he left, Kuwahara's wound would remain bloody and fresh, and he didn't dare to try to like him again, and he didn't dare to trust another person so passionately again.

He hoped that Kuwahara would always be the same as when they first met, surrounded by light, loved by many people, and dared to love many people.

Just like the blessing on his birthday, he hopes that Kuwahara will be happy every day in the future.

The author has something to say: update a small theater of brain pumping.

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After dawdling for a long time, he finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth and sent out a message:

"...would you love me if I were a DJ?"

Fu Zhihuai:? ? ?