Swimming pool

As for why he made waves, everyone was curious, but no one dared to ask.Even Cheng Lang didn't ask, everything seemed natural.

Shen Xianghui would sometimes come to visit the class. Seeing Cheng Lang's beautiful swimming posture and being able to swim so far, he was even more proud than Cheng Lang himself. With that look and posture, he must be Cheng Lang's boyfriend himself.

Every time Li Boqiao saw Shen Xianghui approaching, he intentionally stayed away from Cheng Lang.When Cheng Lang realized this, he hated Shen Xianghui even more.He didn't deliberately conceal the real relationship between him and Shen Xianghui, but there was no need to explain it to Li Boqiao. It didn't sound good, but when he explained it, it seemed that he had other plans.

Whether Li Boqiao is GAY, he has to draw a question mark.This person is quite self-disciplined. Apart from exercising, he doesn't seem to like to dress up very much, nor is he narcissistic or ambiguous in his speech, and he doesn't like to touch his hands.

In Li Boqiao's eyes, Cheng Lang was probably in the circle, but he couldn't see through Cheng Lang's attributes.Cheng Lang dressed casually, and... Hey, why did I think of him again.He is completely different from Wu Jiajia. 1 is not 1, and 0 is not 0. It’s hard to say, it seems to be a bit biased towards 1.Thinking of this, Li Boqiao also found it a bit difficult to accept.

When he was alone in private, he laughed at himself for thinking too much.He is clearly in someone else's arms, so what are you thinking about?What's the matter with me?Teaching swimming is fucking full!

No matter how many ups and downs there were in Li Boqiao's heart, his expression remained the same.He and Cheng Lang couldn't figure out each other, so they stood still.

Li Boqiao could memorize Cheng Lang's phone number back and forth. He kept it on his phone and read it over and over again.

Once Cheng Lang didn't come and didn't contact him, Li Boqiao almost dialed the number, and when he saw Cheng Lang again the next day, Li Boqiao talked and laughed like a normal person, completely unable to see what happened the day before. Restless, I thought about him all day long.

It's not Cheng Lang's fault, Cheng Lang doesn't have Li Boqiao's cell phone number.He could contact Li Boqiao through Shen Xianghui.But when he thought of Shen Xianghui being so clingy, or pretending to be a boyfriend, prying into all his privacy by insinuating, he begged for mercy first.

He would rather burn himself in flames than ask Shen Xianghui.

He really wanted to see a trace of abnormality in Li Boqiao's eyes, longing or surprise, but there was nothing.Sometimes Cheng Lang felt that he really broke up for too long, and he even learned to be affectionate.

He was depressed, there was no one to talk to, the air pressure was a little low, and he even didn't want to see Li Poqiao.Because the more I saw the more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I saw a big living person dangling in front of my eyes every day, and I often didn't wear clothes, but I couldn't touch it, touch it, or talk nonsense.It felt really depressing.

Unspeakably depressed, aggrieved, wanting to vent, but unable to vent.

Shen Xianghui is very careful.He noticed that something was wrong with Cheng Lang these days, and he didn't care about others, so he sent Li Boqiao a WeChat message, asking him "what's wrong with Cheng Lang recently".

Li Boqiao thinks it's funny, something's wrong with your little boyfriend, why don't you ask me?What am I doing?This is not your family business.

"Coach Li, he's not in the right mood recently, don't worry about it, tell me in time if there's any situation. Thank you in advance!"

Li Boqiao looked at the red envelope in the WeChat conversation, and felt uncomfortable for a while.He has never ordered the red envelopes that Shen Xianghui sent him, but this person still sends them out again and again, making it clear that he is asked to take care of Cheng Lang, looking like a 24-filial boyfriend.

It was actually because of him that Li Boqiao didn't attack Cheng Lang.Although he is not completely sure about the relationship between the two, at least on the surface, Cheng Lang has a very close relationship with him. Even if he is a regular sex buddy, Li Boqiao can't do such a horizontal thing, which is against him. principles of life.

So he could only suffer. He is 30 years old, and no matter how hot his heart is, he can control it on the surface.He believed that Cheng Lang couldn't see his own mind.

As for why Cheng Lang was "not in the right mood", because he and Shen Xianghui got so close, and Shen Xianghui indulged him so much, Li Boqiao didn't dare to think about himself.After all, on weekdays, the two of them communicate very normally, and it's not too much to make a joke occasionally.Li Boqiao couldn't see what Cheng Lang thought of him.

On this day, just as Li Boqiao jumped into the deep water, Cheng Lang shot out like an arrow.Regardless of whether Li Boqiao is there or not, Cheng Lang stays in the deep water area.Once you get used to this depth, the shallow water area is not enough to see at all.

He already swims very well, a back and forth is a trivial matter, and his movements are completely up to standard, there is almost nothing that needs to be corrected.Li Boqiao was even ashamed to get close to Cheng Lang, because he had "learned without a name".Cheng Lang thought about learning backstroke, but he didn't want to learn butterfly.

The students are too smart, and his "coach" can basically leave the stage with honor.

Cheng Lang had seen Li Poqiao enter the swimming pool a long time ago, and he swam away on purpose.The little flame of lust that was about to stir in his heart made him feel heartburning and uncomfortable. He wanted to tell the truth, but he was afraid that Li Boqiao was not, or didn't like him.

At that time, if you have a big red face, you can't advance or retreat, and you can't even make friends, then it will be embarrassing.

Cheng Lang was a straight person before, and he knew too well how straight people viewed this circle.In other words, even if Li Boqiao is, even if he likes him, why should he say it first?He didn't say it first, and he didn't want to say it this time.It has nothing to do with courage, but Cheng Lang doesn't want to lose out in this relationship.If Li Boqiao confessed to himself first, he would be willing to take all the initiative afterwards.

In the final analysis, I really fell in love with it, and I was afraid of missing it, and even more afraid of losing it.

Cheng Lang was cautious, looking forward and backward, but still determined, his whole state seemed to have a high fever, which was extremely abnormal.The more this happened, the less he wanted to get close to Li Po Bridge.Apart from instructing him to swim and talking about irrelevant scenes, the man couldn't give him any comfort at all.

It was like the carrot hanging in front of the donkey's head, dangling, but out of reach.It's better to put on a blindfold, out of sight, out of mind.

Cheng Lang was restless and remembered a sentence he had read: "When you swim, what are you thinking about?"

Before he swam, he often spent nine days as a ghost, and spent a lot of time freeing up.But now that he knew the answer to the question, he was even more desperate.

Li Boqiao watched Cheng Lang swim lap after lap, but didn't stop, a little surprised. When Cheng Lang passed by again, he flew into the water without hesitation, and chased after Cheng Lang.

first contact

Li Boqiao quickly caught up with Cheng Lang.

What's his level of swimming?National second-level athlete in freestyle and first-level breaststroke.In the drawer of the office are also locked the Open Water Advanced Diver Certification, the National Professional Swimming Referee Certificate, and the National Professional Swimming Lifeguard Certificate.

Cheng Lang swam very dull, and through the sound of water, he heard someone swimming with him, and opened his eyes vaguely, and saw that it was Li Po Bridge.An inexplicable irritability and grievance welled up in my heart, so I simply ignored people and continued to swim, and as if inspired, I swam faster.

Li Boqiao was puzzled, what happened to this man today?I didn't seem to offend him, or something else?He heard from Shen Xianghui that Cheng Lang was preparing his master's thesis, academic pressure?Seeing him running to the swimming pool every day, he probably has no idea!Li Boqiao thought to himself without asking any questions, and swam with Cheng Lang.

Swimming, he felt something was wrong, Cheng Lang seemed to be in love with himself, and he refused to stop at all.Li Boqiao slowed down and followed, while Cheng Lang rushed forward with all his strength, as if desperate.Li Boqiao had already seen that he had consumed a lot of energy, but Cheng Lang just kept going.

Li Boqiao stood up from the water and called out "Cheng Lang".

When Cheng Lang heard his name, his heart seemed to be kneaded, and it immediately became very soft, but then he quickly lost and felt very sad.

Just call him, what else?Cheng Lang didn't stop.

Li Boqiao didn't yell again, just swam over, supported his waist, and lifted him out of the water.

Don't ask him to swim anymore, the muscles will not be able to bear it.

Cheng Lang never expected that Li Boqiao would touch him, even though it was only for a few seconds.In the swimming pool, all skin contact becomes less sensitive due to the digestion of water.But even so, when Cheng Lang stood up, his face turned red irresistibly.

He looked at Li Boqiao, his heart pounding wildly.

"You can't swim like this," Li Poqiao also looked at him with a stern expression.

Cheng Lang didn't wear glasses, and Li Boqiao was blurry in his eyes, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, but he still moved his eyes away.

They couldn't look at each other, as if if they took one more look, they would be able to fly up to that person in the next second and bite that person's mouth.

Cheng Lang felt sad, didn't want to talk, and walked straight to the shore.

Li Boqiao followed behind, staring at Cheng Lang's back, his chest was jumping wildly, and his arms were shaking. He didn't know which tendon was wrong just now, but he "touched" Cheng Lang uncontrollably.Although he really wanted Cheng Lang to stop.But only the ghost knows how much enjoyment and happiness he felt when his hand touched Cheng Lang's body.

He intentionally slowed down, and those few seconds brought him an indescribably wonderful pleasure. The figure he was thinking about was tightly pressed against his palm, and he secretly felt the soft, boiling blood. Straight to the brain, there seems to be a fire in the chest, and I don't want to let go of my hands at all.

The feeling of drowning, I lost my mind in an instant.

Li Boqiao adjusted his breath while walking, trying to make himself look calm.

In fact, it didn't have to be like this at all, Cheng Lang couldn't see his subtle expressions clearly, and even if he could, he would be deceived by his calm appearance.