moonlight

Lin Yue didn't sleep well all night, thinking about Yuan Hang for a while, worrying about whether his behavior of touching his face would be discovered, and went back and forth until the middle of the night before falling asleep completely.

I was woken up early in the morning by the sound of horns outside the hotel.

He squinted his eyes, and vaguely saw Yuan Hang sitting shirtless on the edge of his bed playing with his mobile phone.

"... What are you... doing?" Lin Yue propped up his arms and sat up.

Yuan Hang looked back at him when he heard the movement, and smiled: "You are awake, I didn't have the nerve to wake you up just now, I was afraid you would get angry."

Lin Yue opened his mouth, and saw Yuan Hang's hair was wet, with a towel hanging around his neck, he was stunned: "Have you washed it?"

"Well," Yuan Hang pulled his wet hair twice, "I just came back from my morning run."

Lin Yue was slightly surprised, got out of bed and put on his slippers, and glanced at Yuan Hang who was sitting by the bed: "You have a good habit."

"Go wash it, I'll blow your hair." Yuan Hang stood up, put the towel on his head, and walked out of the bedroom.

Lin Yue didn't remember to check the time until he finished packing, it was 8 o'clock in the morning.

The game time in Yuanhang was ten o'clock in the morning, which was just right when you took the subway into account. Fortunately, they specially picked a hotel that was a little closer to the competition venue, and it was only four or five stops away by subway.

The two rushed to take the subway after breakfast next to the hotel.

"Are you nervous?" Lin Yue stood in the subway workshop, holding the handrail and looking at Yuan Hang and asked.

There are a lot of people on the subway at the moment, and no matter what point in Beijing, there are huge crowds of people.

Yuan Hang was very close to him, and his breath almost sprayed on his cheeks, so that he regretted opening his mouth so that he would not be scratched.

"Nervous." Yuan Hang answered truthfully.

The two are about the same height, and Yuan Hang is just able to stare into Lin Yue's eyes at close range.

Feeling the sight, Lin Yue's ears turned red.He quickly turned his head and glanced around. They were the tallest in the workshop, and they were all heads as far as they could see.

He turned his head back again, a little afraid to look into Yuan Hang's eyes.

"Then... I'll get out of the car later and I'll give you sweets." Lin Yue said.

"Why did you get off the car?" Yuan Hang asked.

"There are too many people now," Lin Yue glanced in the direction beside him, "I can't take my hands away."

Yuan Hang lowered his head and glanced at the direction of Lin Yue's trouser pocket, curled his mouth and thought for a while, and finally chose to compromise: "Then get out of the car and give it to me."

After getting off the car, the two of them forgot about it.

There were a lot of people in the competition venue, all of them were spectators and some participating clubs.

Lin Yue didn't expect that there were so many fans of motorcycle racing. There was a long queue all the way from the competition venue to the main road opposite.

Before he could be surprised, a middle-aged man with long dark blue hair came running from a distance.

The blue-haired middle-aged man waved his hands twice, and trotted over. When he saw Yuan Hang, his expression brightened twice, and he was very excited.

"Yuanhang!" Lanfa stood in front of them, panted for a while, and said intermittently, "You're here!"

"Minister." Yuan Hang nodded.

Lin Yue instantly set his eyes on the blue-haired minister's face.

Not bad looking, above average, mature but sissy looking...

"I was waiting at the door before you arrived," the minister said eagerly, and he handed a plastic bag in his hand to Yuan Hang, "This is energy drinks and snacks, take it."

Yuan Hang glanced at the plastic bag, took it, turned around and handed it to Lin Yue: "Eat it, I saw that you didn't eat much in the morning."

"?" Lin Yue took the plastic bag inexplicably, and it was difficult to refuse it in front of the minister, which seemed so hypocritical.

The problem is, he ate three bowls of noodles in the morning, and Yuan Hangdu watched and complained that he could eat them.

Then the minister turned his attention to Lin Yue.

Lin Yue felt the gaze from bottom to top and top to bottom swept over him, and then looked at the minister stretching out his hand, smiled: "Hello, you are Yuan Hang's friend, I am Yuan Hang The head of the club is called Zhong Lan, you can call me Brother Lan."

Lin Yue held his hand and shook it twice: "Minister, my name is Lin Yue."

Brother Lan?

I don't call you brother!

Zhong Lan smiled embarrassingly, and let go of his hands to look at Yuan Hang: "Then let's go in first, and let you familiarize yourself with the venue."

"Yeah." Yuan Hang nodded, squeezed the flesh on Lin Yue's arm, and raised his chin forward, "Go, brother will show you the motorcycle."

Zhong Lan glanced back at them, walked forward a few steps and said nothing.

It was only when Lin Yue walked into the venue that he was really shocked by the scene in front of him.

A row of motorcycles of all kinds, he had never seen so many motorcycles in his life.

Yuan Hang came out after changing his clothes, and walked over with his helmet in hand.

Lin Yue was stunned.

The green and black motorcycle racing suit worn by Yuan Hang is not too handsome, because it is one-piece, and the proportion of Yuan Hang's figure is well presented by the clothes.

The legs are too long.

The waist is so thin.

The shoulders are so broad and the back is so fucking firm.

Lin Yue felt like an idiot right now.

He pretended to cough, and pointed to the row of motorcycles next to Yuan Hang: "Would you choose one of these to ride?"

Yuan Hang walked to a black motorcycle and stroked the shell twice with his hands: "This is a Yamaha R6, one I like very much." He turned to look at Lin Yue, "It was also used in last year's competition."

Lin Yue was surprised, it seems that Yuan Hang has participated in many competitions.

He walked to a blue and white motorcycle and patted the seat cushion: "This one is pretty cool, what brand is it?"

"BMW S1000rr," Yuan Hang said, "it has a good vision, this car is a luxury model."

Lin Yue smiled, and touched the outer shell of the motorcycle again.

He found that Yuan Hang knew a lot about motorcycles, and he was willing to answer them, feeling like he couldn't put it down.

It seems that Yuan Hang really likes motorcycles.

Yuan Hang leaned on the motorcycle, stared at Lin Yue with his hands in his pockets for two seconds, reached out his hand and suddenly reached into Lin Yue's trouser pocket, and took out a lollipop.

"?" Lin Yue stared at her eyes and didn't slow down.

The thigh that was touched by Yuan Hang just now was getting hot.

He touched his trouser pocket subconsciously: "Did I tell you?"

"You said it," Yuan Hang shook the lollipop in his hand, "but you forgot, I took it myself."

"Oh." Lin Yue turned his head aside.

Yuan Hang put the lollipop into his mouth, grinded it twice with his teeth, squinted his eyes and said vaguely: "It's too sweet."

"I'll kill you." Lin Yue glared at him, but said nothing.

The game started.

Lin Yue, as an indirect relative of the participants in the competition, was assigned to the VIP stand area.

There are people in front, back, left, and right, but his position is very good, just close to the track and very close to the electronic screen.

He saw Yuan Hang standing next to the black motorcycle, moved his body twice, and stepped on it. His movements were very handsome, and even aroused a small part of the auditorium next to him.

Lin Yue glanced at the source of the restlessness in disbelief.

Isn't Yuanhang's popularity low?

The seat next to him was suddenly taken by a person, and he was handed a bottle of water: "Is this the first time to watch Yuanhang's game?"

Lin Yue's body trembled, he turned his head to look over, Zhong Lan stared at him with the corners of his mouth curled up.

He frowned slightly, but didn't take the mineral water: "Yes."

Zhong Lan raised his eyebrows in disapproval. He withdrew his arm that passed the water and looked at the audience: "Are you Yuan Hang's classmate?"

Lin Yue thought to himself that this minister didn't help Yuan Hang direct the game, so he came here to chat with him.

He just wants to watch the game right now, not to chat.

"Well," Lin Yue responded, turning his head and glanced at him, "What's the matter?"

Zhong Lan laughed: "You're very cool." He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "How long have you known Yuan Hang?"

Lin Yue: None of your business.

But he didn't say it. After all, he was Yuan Hang's minister, so he wanted to save Yuan Hang some face.

"Longer than you have known him." Lin Yue said.

"Yo," Zhong Lan smiled, "How old are you, let's say you've known him longer than I do."

Lin Yue felt very uncomfortable at the moment, and the minister in front of him spoke in a strange and irritating way.

"Yuan Hang and I have known each other since our mother's womb," Lin Yue turned to look at him, "Do you have any objections?"

Zhong Lan paused for a moment, then quickly laughed: "What can I say?" He patted his pants and stood up, "I won't disturb you to watch the game, I'm going to the venue."

let's go now.

Lin Yue waved his hand back, but didn't look back.

When watching the game, Lin Yue really felt the excitement.

The desire to win the competition and the expectations of the audience are an inexplicable enjoyment.

Yuan Hang must be enjoying the thrill, because on the track, he can indulge himself crazily and reach a peak.

Lin Yue's little heart also rose and fell with his performance, going up and down several times.

What really surprised Lin Yue was that Yuan Hang, who usually kept his mouth shut and played a fool, won No.2 in the final competition.

When Yuan Hang took off his helmet and left the venue, Lin Yue still felt like he was living in a dream.

"Stupid?" Yuan Hang hugged the helmet, his forehead was covered with sweat, his hair was wet with sweat, drooping on his forehead, looking extremely sexy.

He smiled and flicked Lin Yue's nose.

Lin Yue touched his nose: "Congratulations."

"What do you want to eat?" Yuan Hang asked with a smile, "Is it still hot pot, barbecue, barbecue, fried noodles?"

Lin Yue was overjoyed.

He smiled and waved his hands: "Do you want to eat them one by one?"

"It's not impossible," Yuan Hang said, "Are you afraid that you won't be able to finish it?"

"Fuck," Lin Yue smiled, "I beg you to take me to eat quickly, I'm not Chinese if I don't eat."

Yuan Hang smiled and patted the helmet: "When I take a shower, I have to take you to eat today."

Yuan Hang is a man of his word.

Lin Yue ordered noodles with fried sauce while eating the barbecue, and finally came to a midnight show, and the barbecue stall was late at night.

Lin Yue felt like he was about to vomit, the food was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't move even after eating.

"I've eaten all over Beijing," Lin Yue waved his hand and let out a sigh of relief, "from now on, every street in Beijing will have my name, Lin Yue."

Yuan Hang Le had to bend down, but at the moment he was too stretched, and he couldn't bend down a bit.

"Oh, by the way, I haven't congratulated you on getting No.2 yet," Lin Yue raised his glass, "Congratulations to the original boss for getting No.2!" It fell twice on the head.

"Fuck," Yuan Hang laughed and said, "You've been on it before you drank too much?"

"No, no," Lin Yue waved his hand, and said solemnly, "This is the same concept as you getting the second place in the city in the college entrance examination." He paused, and looked at Yuan Hang, "Aren't you considering getting the first place in the city in the college entrance examination?"

"You think highly of me, don't you?" Yuan Hang said with a smile, "It's not bad to be the first in the school."

"I believe in you," Lin Yue nodded earnestly, "No. [-] in the country is not a problem."

Yuan Hang smiled, looking at Lin Yue with warm eyes.

From childhood to adulthood, no one believed him.

Except for his father, but his father has always been very relieved about his grades, so he never cared too much.

Although Lin Yue's words just now were casually said after drinking, maybe he was teasing him, maybe he just said that in a joke, but he felt very at ease in his heart.

Some people still care about him, encourage him, and even praise him for being great.

This feeling of being recognized moved him very much.

"Boss Yuan," Lin Yue wondered, "Why didn't you see you holding a trophy?"

"The trophy is given to the club," Yuan Hang said, "I have a bonus."

"Oh yes," Lin Yue seemed to remember something, "You said you wanted to buy shoes for your cousin."

Yuan Hang smiled and didn't speak.

Lin Yue drank too much.

I don't know if it was because of excitement or worrying about the Yuanhang competition before, but the heart that I had been carrying all the time suddenly fell down, and the tense nerves also relaxed.

He was supported by Yuan Hang all the way back.

Somewhat embarrassing.

However, he is conscious, can still speak, and can still walk, but his steps are a little weak.

He has a mediocre drinking capacity, which is incomparable with Yuan Hang.

Yuan Hang helped him to the sofa and handed him a cup of hot milk.

Lin Yue took the milk and stared at it for a while, then smiled: "Boss Yuan is so considerate, there is still milk to drink."

"It's not that you said milk to hangover," Yuan Hang stood in front of him and looked down at him, "Forgot again?"

"Oh—I remember," Lin Yue nodded, drank the milk in one gulp, wiped his mouth, "Thank you, Boss Yuan."

Yuan Hang took the empty cup and looked at him: "When did you change your name to Boss Yuan?"

Lin Yue heard the dissatisfaction in his mouth, and wondered: "Isn't it good to call you the boss?"

Yuan Hang lowered his head and stared at him: "Do you want to call me that with the classmates in the class?"

Lin Yue curled his lips: "What do you call that?" He lay down on the sofa, raised his head and thought hard.

Yuan Hang had no choice but to turn around and walk to the kitchen without much hope in his heart.Lin Yue must have been drinking too much to say these words at the moment, and he would have kicked him already.

"Brother Yuan."

Yuan Hang almost tripped over his own feet.

He turned his head suddenly, stared at Lin Yue lying on the sofa, and asked in a low voice, "What?"

Lin Yue didn't respond.

Yuan Hang took a deep breath, walked in front of him, and looked down to see Lin Yue with his eyes closed and frowning slightly.

"Lin Yue?" Yuan Hang asked tentatively.

Lin Yue remained silent.

Hold.

Yuan Hang wondered if he was hallucinating just now.

Holding an empty cup, he stood in front of Lin Yue and stared at him for about 2 minutes before turning around and entering the kitchen.

Yuan Hang helped Lin Yue cover the quilt, went into the bathroom and took a shower.

When he came out, he glanced at the time, it was just past zero.

He stood by the sofa and thought for a while, wrapped Lin Yue up with a quilt, then stretched out his arms and hugged Lin Yue horizontally.

Lin Yue was about the same size as him, so it was a bit difficult to hug him, but he always paid attention to exercise, so this kind of hug was nothing to him.

Yuan Hang carried Lin Yue who was wrapped into rice dumplings into the room, and when he was about to put him on the bed, Lin Yue suddenly woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked at Yuan Hang in a daze for a while, then looked down at the way he was wrapped, and blinked.

Yuan Hang didn't expect Lin Yue to wake up so quickly.

He sighed, put Lin Yue on the bed, raised his eyelids to stare at Lin Yue in the laid down position, and smiled.

"Lin Yue," Yuan Hang said, "Happy birthday."