not as sweet as you

Luo Xing's voice was very soft but firm, and he didn't back down because of this slap: "Our monitor is No.1 in the grade group, and there are several students who are also in the top [-] of the grade group. I won't be affected in Class Nine."

"Okay, don't go." Zhao Jiulan sneered: "Get lost!"

Luo Xing turned around and took the umbrella at the door, but found that it was already sunny, and for the first time took the initiative to walk to the small room opposite.

He stood at the door, looked at the heavily corroded lock, took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped in.

Zhao Jiulan looked at the look in his eyes when he left, and clutched his palms fiercely.

That look brought her back to 17 years ago in an instant. The same decisive, unrelenting look pierced her heart like a red-hot awl.

Her skin was so hot that her skin was scorched, her flesh was rotten and her bones were in pain, she picked up a teacup and smashed it hard.

No, she couldn't let Luo Xing leave her like that person.

As long as she educates her well, Luo Xing will definitely not be the same as that person, definitely not.

-

Luo Xing didn't sleep all night, he sat on the ground with his knees hugged, the clothes on his body were dry and wet, wet and dry, and finally survived until there was a glimmer of light.

He opened the door and was blown by the morning wind, shivering.

Today is the day for Huo Xingzhou to compete with others. The venue is at the Jiangcheng Gymnasium in the city center, which is far away from the school.

Before Zhao Jiulan got up, he took the broom and cleaned up the broken porcelain on the floor, then went to the kitchen, cleaned the casserole that had not been used for a long time, and cooked porridge on the stove.

He took out a mustard ball from the vegetable jar, washed it, chopped it and soaked it in seasoning, and when the porridge was almost done, he turned off the fire, left a note on the table, and left with his luggage.

He didn't look back.

"Why don't you stay at home for one more day, little boy, so you're leaving now?" Grandma Zhou asked, "Hey, what's the matter with your face?"

Luo Xing stopped and didn't answer the last sentence, but said, "School is very busy and I won't be staying at home. Goodbye, Grandma Zhou."

"go Go."

Because it took some time to cook, it was almost eight o'clock.

Luo Xing walked quickly to the platform and waited. It was the driver from yesterday again, and smiled familiarly when he saw him: "Yo, the kid is catching the bus so early."

Luo Xing nodded.

There were few people in the morning, and it was not the time to go to work, so I walked quickly without traffic jams.

He sent his things back to the dormitory, and took a shower and changed clothes early by the time, the left side of his face in the mirror was a little swollen, and there was a half-stretched blood mark.

He didn't want to go, but he remembered that this was Huo Xingzhou's game, and he didn't save his phone number.

Also, Huo Xingzhou seemed...he really wanted to go by himself.

Tangled for a while.

Luo Xing soaked the cold water with a towel, and the cold skin on his face was numb, so he felt a little swelling, and there was nothing to do with the blood marks.

Think of an excuse.

Huo Xingzhou was wearing a jersey, holding the ball in his hand and seemingly sending it forward lightly. The basketball jumped into the basket as if he knew the way, and there was a scream in an instant.

He looked at the door from time to time, frowned, thinking that twenty or ten minutes had passed, why hasn't that little white-eyed wolf come yet?

Could it be that he forgot about him, or did he lie to him?

Whether he dares to come today.

Huo Xingzhou thought about it, he had to... After thinking for a long time, he couldn't bear to punish him, his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Huo Zuzong, what are you looking at?" Seeing that the ball in his hand was snatched by Lu Qinghe, Feng Jia looked at him anxiously.

"I didn't see anything..."

Just opened my mouth.

A child stooped and slipped in through the door, with red cheeks and sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. Huo Xingzhou couldn't help but smile and looked away.

He glanced at Lu Qinghe, grabbing my ball, right?

"Look at how Dad taught you how to be a man."

Lu Qinghe ignored him and dribbled the ball towards the basket indifferently, obviously wanting to win.

There were quite a few people watching the game, both from this class and from other classes. Boys and girls sat separately, screaming and cheering.

Luo Xing sat down in a corner, and turned his head to find that Ye Qiaoqiao had also come.

She was sitting on the chair in the middle, surrounded by a group of girls, she smiled and listened to others talking, looking very harmonious.

Those girls made a trumpet-like scream with both hands, and after listening carefully, it should be Huo Xingzhou.

Ye Qiaoqiao pursed her lips and looked at the field with a smile.

For no reason, he felt his heart was suddenly pricked by something, sore and astringent.

Ye Qiaoqiao is the class monitor, she always takes the first grade in every exam, she has a good personality and is gentle and good-looking, she will take the initiative to lend him the meal card and water card, but she didn't say anything when she saw him using the computer in the classroom.

Although he was very clear about his orientation, he also really felt that no one would dislike such a girl, and the most important thing was that Huo Xingzhou was straight.

Ye Qiaoqiao seemed to have noticed his gaze, turned her head sideways, and gave a friendly smile.

Luo Xing was taken aback, and was shocked to find that he seemed to have changed unconsciously.

He became possessive of Huo Xingzhou.

Unique, exclusive desire.

-

"Snapped."

Luo Xing was in a daze for a long time, and he didn't even bother to watch the game. After an unknown amount of time, a book suddenly fell on the chair next to him.

Startled, he glanced subconsciously.

"The Wind in the Blood"

! !

"Silly?"

Huo Xingzhou was leaning on the back of his chair with one hand, bent slightly and took the mobile phone on his lap: "Come to see me play a game, or come to chat?"

Luo Xing stared at him blankly, his slender neck and smooth arms were very close, because he bent slightly, he could see his waist from the collar of his basketball uniform.

His abdominal muscles and waistline are very beautiful, firm and smooth, Luo Xing swallowed unconsciously, blushing.

"Why are you late?" Huo Xingzhou asked.

"There's a traffic jam on the road."

Huo Xingzhou raised his foot and touched his toes lightly: "Move your legs, let me go in."

Luo Xing quickly retracted his feet and asked him to come in and sit. Huo Xingzhou looked at him left and right: "Did you bring water?"

Luo Xing shook his head. He came in a hurry and didn't have time. Huo Xingzhou turned his head and glanced at the girl: "Qiaoqiao, throw two bottles of water over here."

Luo Xing was slightly taken aback, pretty... Is he so familiar with the squad leader?

"Both of you are like this. If I don't bring it with you, you won't drink it." Ye Qiao smiled and took out two bottles of water and asked the girl on the side to hand them over.

The female classmate blushed and handed it to Huo Xingzhou, then sat back quickly and screamed softly: "Qiao Qiaoqiao, you Ban Huo Xingzhou is so handsome!"

Ye Qiao laughed at her: "Then go and confess."

"I dare not, he doesn't look easy to get along with, I'm afraid of being attacked."

Huo Xingzhou unscrewed a bottle and handed it to Luo Xing. He unscrewed the bottle and drank a couple of sips. Seeing that the child next to him was in a daze, he raised his hand and rubbed his head: "What are you thinking?"

"Wait, what's wrong with your face!" Huo Xingzhou frowned, raised his hand and pinched his chin towards himself, and said sharply, "Someone hit you?"

Luo Xing's face froze, he covered his face subconsciously, and lied in a low voice: "No, no one hit me, it was because I was accidentally scratched by a flower branch when I got out of bed in the morning."

"Don't move, I'll take a look." Huo Xingzhou lowered his head, held his face and softened his voice, "Does it hurt?"

Luo Xing blinked, flustered by his soft coaxing and gentle eyes, and avoided his eyes uncomfortably, "No, it doesn't hurt."

It doesn't hurt.

He always said it didn't hurt. The blood on his face and the swollen hand last time both said it didn't hurt.

How hard this kid is!

"Chop it up later."

"Don't cut it, Mr. Cheng knows what he's going to say."

Huo Xingzhou sneered: "A broken branch, leaving it in the house for half a year is enough to save face, but how dare you hurt others and want to become a genius?"

Luo Xing smiled and said nothing.

He... just didn't want to tell Huo Xingzhou, and he was relieved to see that he had been fooled.

"Is... is it for me?"

"Ok?"

"There is wind in the blood."

Huo Xingzhou twisted the bottle cap, stepped over his body, picked up the book and put it in his arms, and tapped his forehead with a smile: "Little white-eyed wolf, you only know how to ask for things from me, and when you are done, you will turn your face and hang up." ruthless."

Luo Xing didn't hear clearly, and blinked blankly while holding the book: "What?"

"It's nothing." Huo Xingzhou tilted his head, looking at his cheeks and neck, which were tender and rosy, with thin blue and purple blood vessels.

The way his eyelashes quivered excitedly while holding the torn book made his palms feel hot.

Huo Xingzhou raised his head and took a mouthful of cold water.

"Thank you." Luo Xing held the book cherished, and held it in his arms carefully for fear of breaking it. This is not only Huo Yansheng's book, but also a gift from him.

Huo Xingzhou was a bit apprehensive to see this little action and this smile.

This broken book.

When he was going downstairs in the morning, he passed by the study and suddenly remembered this. He found the book with difficulty among the works of his father on the entire bookshelf, and put it in front of his father, "Dad, sign it."

"What are you doing?" Huo Yeshan glanced at him up and down without moving.

"Send it to a classmate, you just sign your name on it, and you don't know each other after asking so many questions."

As soon as Huo Xingzhou saw that he had finished signing, he picked up the porridge in twos and twos and left.

"Okay, just be content with someone who likes your book, and only that little blind one likes it."

Seeing that his expression was not very good, Luo Xing quickly added: "Do you have anything you like, I will give it to you next time."

Huo Xingzhou originally wanted to say, I still have dozens of books at home, and I don't think it's too thick to put them on the table legs, so why do you want a gift from you.

But when the words came to his lips, he suddenly turned a corner and said, "Just like it."

"Then what do you like?" Seeing him lost in thought, Luo Xing asked again.

"What do I like..." Huo Xingzhou smiled: "I want you to give it?"

Luo Xing pursed his lips and nodded: "As long as I can do it, you can mention it."

Huo Xingzhou was stung by his words, he unscrewed the bottle cap in twos and threw it into his arms, leaning on the back of the chair in front with one hand, looking at him sideways.

The sudden approach startled him: "Why, what's wrong?"

"It was agreed before that if I give you the book, I will call me brother." Huo Xingzhou looked at him with his arms propped up: "Call me."

"me……"

Huo Xingzhou stretched out his hand and slowly approached his cheek. Luo Xing thought that he was going to knock his forehead again, so he couldn't help closing his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Pfft." Huo Xingzhou was amused by him, and scraped his index finger on the bridge of his nose, wiping off a little bit of sweat.

"I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it later." Huo Xingzhou stood up, wiped the barely noticeable beads of sweat on his sweaty jersey, and rubbed his head indiscriminately: "Watch me play well." , The phone was confiscated."

Luo Xing watched his long legs straddle his own, and took his mobile phone and threw it into the ball bag next to him. Just as he was about to reach out, he looked at him and asked, "What do you want to do?"

Luo Xing immediately stopped and shook his head.

"Don't try to sneak away, I'll take you somewhere after the game." Huo Xingzhou left after finishing speaking, and never looked at him since he played, except for the occasional flash of his eyes.

Luo Xing didn't dare to pick up his phone, nor did he dare to lower his head to read a book, so he could only sit there upright and stare at him.

Huo Xingzhou on the court.