First cosmic velocity

The lighting in the hotel was very dim, and the light from the table lamp reflected on Shen Che's face, passing through a soft and ambiguous scene, which Jiang Yang couldn't see.

what to do?If you ask me what to do, I don't know the answer.He squeezed the pages tightly, forcing himself to focus on the dense, chaotic and twisted words.

He wanted to ask a lot of questions, do you like girls?what about me?Is it because of gender dislike?Is it because of dislike?

It's too cunning to just say "I like girls" to refuse.At least tell me why you don't like it!

No matter how the huge waves were churning in his heart, he firmly blocked the choked voice that tried to reveal his true emotions, and ended the conversation with a calm answer, "Yes. I see."

The only thing left is the sound of Shen Che turning the pages of the book, and occasionally the noise from the next door can be heard.Maybe there was also the ticking sound of bleeding after the heart was torn, but Jiang Yang couldn't hear it.

It's noisy, be quiet, if this goes on, I don't want you anymore.Shen Che yelled at his heart, but that heart hit his chest vigorously, as if it was about to jump into Jiang Yang's arms with hot blood.

Stop making trouble, he won't want you, so stay in my chest, okay?At least I still want you.

After the heart is exhausted, like a child who has had enough tantrums, he lies exhausted and falls asleep on his chest, leaving only his weak breathing, which proves that it is still alive.

Love is a burning match, if it does not ignite other beings, the flame will not pass on, and finally ushers in the end of extinguishing.The matches themselves leave burn marks, stiff, ugly, black marks.

After the academic proficiency test, everyone went back to their respective homes and waited at home for a few days before going to school to collect their report cards.Shen Che took the first place in the city, while Jiang Yang took the second place.

Such a result was expected by everyone, only Jiang Yang held on to the report card, seemingly unwilling.

In the third year of senior high school, the last year of high school, the learning atmosphere in the class was tense, and everyone was more or less trying their best to make the last round of sprints.

Some people saw that Jiang Yang was no longer attached to Shen Che, and at first they were a little concerned. When asked, Jiang Yang always smiled and explained that it was nothing. Everyone saw that Jiang Yang smiled reluctantly, but they didn't ask too much.

Everyone has their own affairs to be busy, where is the time to care about other people's true feelings, it is already very good to ask a question.

Is there another year that passes faster than the senior year of high school?It passed by without giving anyone a chance to react.

The day when the admission results were found was a rainy day in the rainy season, and Shen Che was admitted to the ideal university as he wished.He glanced at the gray cloud-covered sky outside the window, and felt as if the sky was clear.

Thinking of the clear sky, he remembered that "Yang" seemed to mean a sunny day, matching the bright smile of that childish ghost.The heart in the chest suddenly beat twice, and then returned to calm.

He got up from the desk and walked to the window to see the rain outside before deciding whether to go out to buy the ingredients for lunch.

He saw a person standing downstairs without an umbrella, just lowered his head in such a decadent manner, sluggishly motionless, like a bereaved dog.

Even though he couldn't see that person's face, he still had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with that person. Thinking of a certain possibility, his heart stopped, he picked up his umbrella, closed the door, and rushed downstairs quickly, all in one go.

Shouldn't it be...

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