I dislike him

For a long time, Zhong Qinhao did not appear in my sight, perhaps because he lost the bet with me that day, and he went from first to second in the 800-meter race by one second.I am getting more and more confused about what I am thinking. I don't know when the word irritability makes me exhausted.

Maybe I can take off the pretense a little bit and make it easier on myself.After the two classes in the morning, it was time for running exercises. Each class ran around the school for a long distance. The leader held the class flag and ran like the wind, and the large team was like this.When you encounter a class that is running slowly, you will laugh at it like showing off, and the slogan that you are the best in class six and class six will be put on the line for you.These are mostly science classes.There are more girls in liberal arts classes, and they are generally more graceful.

I was at the end of the line, and one of my shoes was suddenly trampled off by the science class who was catching up behind me. I hopped on one foot to pick up the shoes in the crowd, and accidentally tripped over someone who didn't notice.Lying on the ground, the skin on his hands was scratched.

A person suddenly helped me up, did I get hurt?

I curl up in his arms, my shoes, the mouse.

Zhong Qinhao settled me down, took my shoes and sat beside me.Stretching his feet, his tone could not be refused.But in the public, even if there is no one here, it will be difficult for them psychologically.

I can do it myself.

My hand was injured, I will accompany you to the infirmary later, he opened the top of the shoe and put my foot in, then tied a not-so-pretty bow.

How can I be so delicate?Just wash it with running water and put a bandage on it.

He looked at me fiercely and called me a mouse, so you have to listen to me.

What crooked logic is this? I was carried to the infirmary by his arm.I hurt my hand, not my foot!

He said, afraid you are tired.

After evading it for a while, I couldn't evade it, so I could only accept it logically. In fact, his temperature is so familiar that I want to rely on it...

He started to take me home with the ridiculous excuse of taking care of the sick as he deserved. The street lights flickered on and off, and he suddenly said, I like you, cat.My eyes collided with his, and it was inevitable.

I said we are gay.

He said that only the same sex can have true love.

Reasonably, I can't beat you all the time, but I don't want to admit defeat right now, so I'd better hate you first.