live up to the morning light

Mingchen thought about it and said nothing.Just find a reason to get around.

He had already talked with Meng Zhuliang three times at this time.

What he said was nothing more than words that made him focus on the overall situation of the class—Meng Zhuliang's goal was to make Ming Chen uncomfortable, so he would not let it go easily.Mingchen's attitude became lower and lower every time, but the situation was not any better.

Mingchen knew that Hongguang was busy recently.

Their school team is going out to play.He and Chang Jian didn't get along very well.Meng Zhuliang and Chang Jian also had a good relationship. If Hongguang knew about these things, it would inevitably affect the internal relationship of the school team. After all, Hongguang was a junior.

But where can we hide it?

Hongguang found out after a little inquiring.

I was not happy at the time.

So I want to talk to Mingchen about this matter.

Nonviolent non-cooperation tomorrow morning.Repeatedly use other words to divert.Hongguang couldn't think about it. After turning off the lights at night, he turned Mingchen around and asked directly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

——It was already the beginning of April at this time, but this year's climate was weird, with a particularly long period of cold spring, coupled with continuous spring rain, it was cloudy and cold, so the two of them didn't bother much, and they were still squeezed into the same bed.

Do not say a word tomorrow morning.Hold your breath and pretend to sleep.

Hiromitsu tickled him through his clothes.

Mingchen bites her lower lip and endures.

Hongguang suppressed his throat and gave a low, menacing laugh: "We've been sleeping for so long, I can't tell if you're really sleeping or pretending to be sleeping?—If you don't talk to me..."

Before he finished speaking, he first lifted up Mingchen's pajamas and touched his waistline.

There was an "ah" in the morning, and it bounced back half a meter away-hitting the wall with a "boom".

Hong Guang brought him back: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Aren't you busy recently?"

"'This is not an excuse. No matter how busy I am, there is always time to answer your question. Self-study is good, but you must pay attention to the method. Don't force it like this. It wastes time and kills your fighting spirit. Whenever you have a question, ask Hurry up and tell me. Don’t run around like headless chickens like this again.’” Hong Guang lowered his voice and imitated Ming Chen’s tone, “Who told me this? It doesn’t apply to me?— —It’s not good to be strict with others, to be strict with yourself, squad leader of Ming University.”

——Hiromitsu tasted the sweetness of studying hard.Then the mind of exploration arises.When I have a problem, I try to figure it out by myself, but the result is always a waste of my old nose, and I walk from one dead end to another dead end.Mingchen still wondered why he suddenly had a "plateau period" while learning.Opening his draft book, he couldn't catch his breath and almost fainted on the spot.Immediately dragged Hong Guang back to the dormitory, closed the door, and educated him seriously with a straight face.

Poor Gao Mingchen has half his head, but he can only keep his head down and obediently listen to the training.

However, in the past 30 years, Feng Shui has taken turns.

At this moment, Mingchen knew what it means to "kill yourself by doing something wrong", so I had to obediently admit my mistake.However, he is not like Hong Guang, who admits his mistakes honestly. He still has to find a reason: "... But the situation is different. Tell me your problem, and I will definitely solve it; I have a problem..."

"Why?" Hong Guang pressed very close, blocking Ming Chen in the corner, nose to nose, "Don't believe me?"

"Well……"

Being so close, my bones will be crisp in an instant in the morning, so I can't answer it.

Hiromitsu assumed his silence as an affirmative answer.

He pinched his nose unconvinced: "We'll see."

——As a result, the next afternoon, when I returned to the classroom from the Mathematics Olympiad class in the morning, I saw a note on the desktop:

"Find me at the basketball court."

It's Hiroko's handwriting.

Worryingly, he went over to see: Hongguang had already set up the team and started shooting training. Except for Meng Zhuliang, other boys who were capable enough to play the standard were there.