not as sweet as you

Luo Xing looked at him inexplicably, not knowing why he was suddenly upset, so he could only lightly nod his head and stop talking.

Huo Xingzhou quickly finished a round of the game, and the kill call appeared frequently on the screen, and his teammates were taken aback: "Entertainment Bureau, Entertainment Bureau, don't do this."

"What entertainment bureau?" Huo Xingzhou sneered: "Stop fighting, a bunch of rookie competitions."

The teammate hurriedly said: "It's live broadcast."

Huo Xingzhou stopped his hands on the interface, and added a sentence: "Isn't the live broadcast a dish comparison?"

Luo Xing listened to his voice, in fact, it was almost inaudible when it reached his ears, but he just felt that every word hit his heart, and he felt numb. If it was Huo Xingzhou who was speaking French...

Luo Xing rubbed his heart, feeling hot all the time.

He retracted his gaze, exhaled lightly, and forced himself to translate seriously, so that he could no longer be distracted.

……

Huo Yansheng is especially familiar with Shuluoxing, so he can translate very quickly. In addition, he seldom has half-heartedness in doing things. Once he is serious, he will not be distracted. It's past ten o'clock.

Huo Xingzhou had already fallen asleep on the bed, his mobile phone was in his hand and placed beside the bed, his dark eyelashes were distinct, and because he was asleep, he was a little more handsome and gentle than his usual ostentatious appearance.

He stood up, rubbed his sore waist, walked over and gently took out the phone and put it beside the pillow.

From this angle, you can see his Adam's apple protruding slightly, and his well-shaped collarbone. Luo Xing swallowed hard, held his wrist with trembling fingertips, and gently put it under the quilt, like a thief again. Take back your hand.

Luo Xing thought blankly, if only he could remember who he is.

In fact, he didn't like candy when he was a child, because once he was in that house, a child living next door leaned on the wall and handed him a candy with difficulty.

Strawberry flavored.

That was the first time he ate candy, and he received the candy wrapper carefully. Now, he wants to remember his appearance and the taste of the candy he gave himself.

Luo Xing felt that as long as he ate something sweet, Huo Xingzhou would be by his side.

He never left.

-

Monday happened to be exactly one month after Luo Xing came to No. [-] Middle School. Because the time was about the same as the mid-term, the two exams were combined.

After the exam, many students gathered around to check the answers with Luo Xing.

Because Luo Xing performed very well in every class, there were almost no questions he couldn't answer, even if everyone thought he was "forcibly forced" at the beginning, it was eliminated now, and they really regarded him as a classmate look at.

Although Class Nine was called a wonderful class, there were quite a few good students. Ye Qiaoqiao and Zhang Chenlan were both in the top ten of their grade group.

Looking at the crowd of classmates, Luo Xing was a little uncomfortable, but he responded politely one by one, and said the answer he chose.

A few students couldn't understand for a while, so he patiently picked up the pen, wrote the steps on the paper, and explained in a gentle voice.

Zhang Chenlan stood at the back and listened for a long time. The more he listened, the more something was wrong. He also asked a question. He heard that his answer was inconsistent with his own. He raised his voice and asked, "Qiaoqiao, what did you choose as the second choice in mathematics?"

Ye Qiaoqiao recalled: "It seems to be D."

Luo Xing looked up at Ye Qiaoqiao, who was standing outside the crowd, who was handing out homework, and frowned slightly.

From his observations during this period of time, this type of question is Ye Qiaoqiao's shortcoming, and the rate of wrong questions is higher than others.

If Ye Qiaoqiao hadn't performed exceptionally or abnormally, he should be about three to five points behind her in this class.

"Then what did you write in the first question of the English fill-in-the-blank?"

"Also, English..." Hu Jiawen leaned forward, was pushed by someone from behind, and rushed forward, almost only two or three centimeters away from Luoxing.

Hu Jiawen was dumbfounded, and Luo Xing was also dumbfounded.

Huo Xingzhou kicked off the table, and glanced at the crowd coldly: "It's squeezing cotton."

The students were afraid of Huo Xingzhou, so they immediately shrank back. A few timid ones had already returned to their seats. Luo Xing couldn't help laughing seeing his ugly face and the scattered students.

Huo Xingzhou got angry when he saw this group of idiots, and squeezed so thinly, didn't he see that they were all sticking to Luo Xing's face?

Being so close, do you understand the harassment?

Will you keep a safe distance!

Huo Xingzhou tilted his head, and saw Luo Xing's eyebrows slightly curved and the corners of his mouth smiling, and his voice when talking to people was unhurried, polite and gentle.

Looking at the profile of his face from here, the eyelashes are slightly curled up, and the double eyelids are slightly creased.

He has a little habit, sometimes when he doesn't know how to answer, he just purses his lips a little bit, makes a soft, subconscious hum, and then speaks again.

Huo Xingzhou frowned.

He found a problem.

This little white-eyed wolf never stutters, never gets angry, and never ignores when talking to others.

He even talked to Cheng Limin fluently and clearly. Why did he ignore him as soon as he came here, or stammered, or told him to shut up and stay away?

Huo Xingzhou frowned ugly, he saved him, and even brought him soup, why should he suffer such unfair treatment.

"Little white-eyed wolf." Huo Xingzhou snorted coldly, turned his head and left the classroom.

Luo Xing's smile froze on his face, he was baffled by this pot, looked at his back nervously, and clutched his pen a little at a loss.

Did he talk too much and it affected him.

Next time, next time he will talk less.

Huo Xingzhou's hair was stuck in his heart, but he couldn't go because of this, so he blamed Luo Xing. When passing by the corridor at the bottom, a girl came out from nowhere, holding a pink envelope in her hand.

There were a few girls pointing and laughing beside him, he walked over without even looking, and walked forward with his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened.

The girl trotted behind him, panting and refusing to give up, Huo Xingzhou frowned more and more, stopped in his tracks, and turned around: "Girl, are you sending love letters or leaflets? I'll walk two miles Yes, still chasing?"

There was a thin layer of sweat hanging from the tip of the girl's nose. She didn't know whether it was from nervousness or tiredness from trotting. She panted thinly and let out small mouthfuls of breath.

"I said, if I fall in love before graduation, I will go to the national flag and sing conquest. What do you think I will do to such a shameful thing thrown on the grave of the ancestors?"

The girl shook her head: "I'm not..."

"It's fine if you don't, let's go." Huo Xingzhou put his hands back into his pockets and turned around.

"Student Huo Xingzhou." The girl said.

Huo Xingzhou continued to walk forward with no expression on his face. The girl got anxious and shouted again: "Can I trouble you to hand this letter to Luo Xing in your class."

Huo Xingzhou stopped, suspecting that there was something wrong with his ears, he turned sideways and glanced at her: "Who will give this thing to?"

The girl didn't care that he said his sincerity into such a thing, but ran over with a blushing face, handed it forward shyly, and squeezed out a loli tone.

"I, I like Luo Xing very much." She turned her head away shyly: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Huo Xingzhou raised his eyelids condescendingly, swept the girl's face, and snorted coldly: "It's none of my business that you like Luo Xing, I look like a messenger?"

The girl was frightened by his cold face, and always felt that he was not impatient, but more angry.

"I-I don't mean that, because you are Luo Xing's deskmate, he doesn't come out of the classroom very often, I'm embarrassed to go to your class, so I trouble you..." The girl's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she looked at Huo Xingzhou. The expression is already afraid to speak.

"If you don't study hard, why not fall in love early?" Huo Xingzhou frowned: "Which class are you in?"

"Class [-], Class [-]." The girl was terrified by his eyes, and replied a little tremblingly, if it wasn't too scary, she really wanted to run away.

"How many grades are there in the monthly exam?"

The girl bit her lip and was about to cry, "More than 400..."

"If you fail the exam, you want to fall in love. Will puppy love make you the first in the grade group?" Huo Xingzhou looked at her, and said with a sneer, "As a student, I want to be an adult without even knowing my responsibilities. What happened?"

The girl was dumbfounded by his well-founded reasoning.

Huo Xingzhou leaned on the pillar of the corridor, put one foot on it, and smiled lightly: "Do you know how tall and big he likes and dislikes?"

"He just transferred here for a month, do you know him well?"

"Have you ever talked? Have you ever been alone? Do you know what he likes to eat on his birthday and what he usually does?"

"I like it just by looking at one face, it's so funny."

After Huo Xingzhou asked this question, the girl started to cry, and she covered her eyes with aggrieved tears, didn't she just ask him to bring the letter, as, as for being so angry.

The class bell of the No. [-] Middle School was Liang Zhu's violin version, long and beautiful. Huo Xingzhou walked in through the back door carrying a bottle of Coke and a can of milk as the bell rang, and sat down on the chair.

"You're back, I thought you weren't coming back to class."

When Huo Xingzhou saw his smile, he slightly dispelled the sullenness he felt downstairs just now, raised his hand to slap the milk on his table, and pointed his finger at him.

Luo Xing leaned over.

"how old are you?"

Luo Xing said in a daze, "Seventeen soon."

"?" Huo Xingzhou looked him up and down, raised his hand and touched his shoulder back and forth twice, his gaze looked up and down, making Luo Xing look confused: "What, what's wrong?"

"Enrollment is now based on age, even if you miss one day, why are you so young?"

"I skipped two levels." Luo Xing added.

"..." Huo Xingzhou was silent for a few seconds, chose to skip this topic, and then began to educate him with righteous words: "You are only 17 years old now, do you know what to focus on?"

Luo Xing thought for a while and said cautiously: "Study?"

Huo Xingzhou nodded, with a teachable expression on his face, he continued to educate: "Very well, at this age, you should focus on studying, and don't even touch those messy things, such as falling in love."

Luo Xing's heart skipped a beat, did he discover something...

Seeing that he didn't speak, Huo Xingzhou scolded him with a straight face: "No puppy love, do you hear me?"

Luo Xing bit his lower lip and nodded.

"If someone confesses to you, you are not allowed to agree." After a pause, he thought of the soft and cute girl, frowned and added: "You are not allowed to confess to others, let me find out that you have a puppy love, and I will give you a discount on your legs."

Luo Xing always felt that there seemed to be something wrong. He didn't seem to know that he liked him, but there was a simple meaning of not letting him fall in love early.

"I won't." Looking into his eyes, Luo Xing seemed to be a little bit embarrassed, and after a while he said, "I never thought about falling in love with others."

Huo Xingzhou didn't understand the meaning of the second half of the sentence, but Luo Xing promised that he would not fall in love early, so his mood suddenly turned cloudy, and he crossed his legs on the beam of the desk.

"Hey, I'll take this class with you."

Luo Xing looked at his side face, dazed.

He knew how popular Huo Xingzhou was at school, and it was common for him to be confessed. Sometimes when he came back from dinner, he could hear his admirers confessing in private when he passed by the small flower bed in the playground.

Huo Xingzhou is so good-looking and good at playing, he hardly needs to do anything, just stand there and he will naturally attract everyone's attention.

He was thinking wildly in his mind, if one day Huo Xingzhou knew that he liked him, would he not want to be friends with him anymore, would he find him disgusting.

Luo Xing clasped his fingers and bit his lips subconsciously. He could casually ask him not to fall in love at all, but he couldn't ask him not to fall in love at all.

Sooner or later, even if it wasn't Ye Qiaoqiao, he would bring another girl he likes to him and say, "Hey Luoxing, this is my girlfriend."

Luo Xing lowered his eyes, and realized that he had started to feel jealous, wishing that there would never be that girl by his side.

He was taken aback, startled by his own thought.

He really is what his mother said, no matter what he can't get rid of, the selfishness brought from the bottom of his heart.

He was very careless in this class, and he almost didn't listen to a word.