Heart distance

Han Ziqi paused, his heart skipped a beat, and he disconnected the phone.

Neuropathy.

He put his phone on the table, and a notification popped up on the screen.

"Qing, clanging! You are reluctant to tell the anchor who secretly follows the whole world that Xueshen 001 is online, hurry up and open his live broadcast room to meet him!"

Han Ziqi pursed his lips, deliberately changed to a trumpet, and clicked into his live broadcast room.

The other party didn't turn on the camera, and the barrage was all to comfort him.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo((a)

"I'm crying. The champion should be our family's apprentice."

"It's okay, I suddenly had a stomachache, and I'm not in good shape later, but No.2 is also good, isn't it?" Han Tingsong comforted everyone.

"My dear, you have such a good attitude. If I were you, I would definitely be blown up now."

"Sorry to disappoint everyone."

"No, no, don't say that, as long as you don't feel sad."

"Yes! As long as you are happy, we will be happy."

"Hee hee, Xue Shen, can I ask some gossip? Your fingers are a bit different today, you need more little things!"

"I even found out that the little red flower on the band-aid is a little bit cute. Did your child draw it for you?"

"Yo yo yo, there are melons, let's talk quickly."

Han Tingsong's voice came in, "The kid was painting very seriously at that time, I was too embarrassed to disturb him."

Han Ziqi held down the mouse and stopped breathing.

"However, when I watched your game today, I also cared about the date children. Xue Shen, you are so considerate, so there are so many children?"

"Wouldn't your children be angry if they found out?"

"That's right, Huaxin Daluo!"

"So... here comes the question, Xueshen, do you like children raised at home, or do you like dates?"

Even through the earphone cable, Han Ziqi could hear the other party's breathing accompanied by a smile.

The barrage was still urging Han Tingsong to answer the question, but for no reason, Han Ziqi also became nervous for no reason.

"Guess."

"Hey, hey, god of learning, don't be a fool, can you, I'm so anxious!"

"That's right, I'm bored to death, I'm bored to death, tell me quickly."

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you, of course I like it..."

It's the same grinding routine again.

Han Ziqi was embedded in the chair, knowing that he would be teased, but he still couldn't control himself and turned up the volume of the earphones a little more.

Until Han Tingsong's voice came in——

"Of course I like you!" Han Ziqi said with a smile, "You are my darlings."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Man, you are too foul woo woo woo."

"Why, why is this!! Why are you so good at studying, you are so addictive!!!"

"Student God, you are good or bad! But I really like what to do, do you have a girlfriend, I will be your girlfriend, okay?"

Han Ziqi held the headphone cable and pulled it off.

He's probably insane to waste his time engaging in such silly tricks.

ill.

Han Ziqi was too lazy to listen, so he clicked Exit and logged back to his live broadcast room.

"The date is finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"Congratulations, Zai Zai, you are the best!"

"Where did you go just now? I thought you sneaked into Xueshen's studio again."

"Me too... I even ran over to take a look just now."

Han Ziqi: "..."

"Date don't pay attention to the words of those fans of the god of learning, he just doesn't have enough strength, and he didn't give up the spot to you on purpose at all."

"Yes, yes, I have heard that he is very good at using sweet words, and he is born to seduce people. He is the reincarnation of a vixen. You must stay away from him, and don't be deceived by him."

"Yes, that kind of dog man, no good!"

"Well, thank you for your support, I will continue to work hard."

Han Ziqi went down to take a bath.

When he came out of the bathroom, he just heard the sound of Han Ting letting go of the door.

"Still angry." The man stopped him.

Han Ziqi walked towards the bedroom as if he didn't hear it.

"Hey, kid, it's okay if I'm wrong." Han Tingsong stopped in front of him.

"Don't call me a child." Han Ziqi suddenly hated this title.

"What do you call you?" Han Tingsong blocked the door of his room to prevent him from entering, and joked: "Could it be called you baby?"

Han Ziqi couldn't take it anymore, "You have so many treasures, tell them to go."

"Did you watch my live broadcast?"

"No." Han Ziqi avoided his gaze.

"Okay, that's a job. I said casually why do you take it seriously? If you don't like it, I won't call it anymore." Han Tingsong continued: "Why are you still jealous?"

"Who told you I was jealous? I just..."

Han Ziqi paused suddenly, why bother to explain, it was a waste of time.

He pushed the opponent away with his elbow, "Get out of the way."

Back in the room, Han Ziqi sat by the bed, took out the disinfectant wipes from the drawer, and wiped the elbows that had touched the opponent's body repeatedly.

But he was still irritated by the panic at this time.

In the next few days, he and Han Tingsong almost became strangers who did not speak a word.

That night, after Han Ziqi took a shower, he found that Han Tingsong hadn't come back. He was never this late.

Han Ziqi leaned against the bed, not feeling sleepy.

He opened the star field live broadcast room, and Xueshen's room was still live broadcast, so he boarded the trumpet and clicked in.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooonyyyahs, do you really want to leave me?"

"It's not long since I've known you, so I miss you so much."

"Xueshen, don't you go away, okay?"

"No, my child is unhappy."

"Why are you unhappy?"

"Who knows, children's minds are too difficult to understand."

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooows.

"Ah, so that's the case? Well...Although I still miss you, it's still very important to accompany children."

"Then Xue Shen, you should go and be with your family first. If you miss us someday, remember to come back. We are always here, or bring your children and come to play with us!"

Han Tingsong's laughter came, "My child has a bad temper, I think it will make you unhappy when he comes."

"How could it be? I don't believe it. If Xue Shen has such a good personality, your children must also be very good."

"Yes, yes, you dote on him so much, I really envy him!"

Knowing the news that Han Tingsong was leaving, online netizens tipped him one after another, directly topping No.1 on the tipping list.

Han Ziqi held the mouse tightly, his joints collapsed sharply, and angrily clicked the fork in the upper right corner of the screen.

Who is your child.

ill.

In order to make money, some people even create something out of nothing and do whatever they can.

low level.

When Han Tingsong came back, it was already early morning, the ceiling of the living room was still lit with a dark light strip, and the sound of the TV was not as loud as Han Sijun's snoring.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Han Tingsong said to Han Ziqi who was sitting on the sofa.

Unsurprisingly, there was no reply.

He didn't care, and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

"I didn't let you play it." Han Ziqi's voice came from behind, "I'm not angry either."

Han Tingsong paused, raised the corner of his mouth and walked right in front of him.The distance between the two people was less than one meter, and there was only about fifteen degrees of air between them.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at Han Ziqi who was embedded in the sofa, "Are you peeking at my live broadcast again?"

Being attacked directly by the opponent, Han Ziqi was speechless, but he didn't want to refute.

"Child, you always pay attention to me secretly, aren't you afraid..."

He thought it was unlucky to be tricked once or twice, but if there was a third time, it would be extremely stupid.

Han Ziqi ignored him at all, turned off the TV, went to the entrance and turned on the light switch in the living room.

When he was about to turn around, he was stopped in place by people who suddenly followed him.

In the bedroom without a light source, the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are reflected across the river bank.

Han Tingsong's arms were on both sides of his shoulders, but the distance was not too close, at least there was no physical contact.

However, even at such a distance, you can still smell the light perfume on the man.

"Aren't you afraid..." Han Ting raised his head halfway up to him, looking down at him from the right side, "Falling in love with me?"

The person who spoke probably just wanted to play with his tongue, and before he even gave the boy any chance to react, he walked away from him first, and walked towards the bathroom with the breath of the late perfume.

Extremely annoying.

Great break.

"Marshal Han, what are you applying for as an elective?" Chang Qi got up from the table after sleeping in a Chinese class, rubbed his sore neck, "I have to hand it in today."

Recently, in order to enhance the physical fitness of the students in school, the city has opened several elective courses of physical education, once a week, arranged in the self-study class in the afternoon.

Han Ziqi took out the registration form sent out two days ago from the book page, and then browsed through it in detail.

"Why don't we choose basketball." Chang Qi also took out the crumpled registration form from the belly of the table, took out a pen, and was about to draw.

"No basketball."

"Hey why!" Chang Qi was sullen, "I know that you don't want to be touched by others because of your cleanliness. But you are all old men, why don't we work hard to overcome it?"

Han Ziqi ignored him, ticked off the form and handed it to the monitor who happened to be passing by.

"Forget it, forget it, don't apply if you don't apply for basketball." Chang Qi pulled the registration form from the class monitor, "I want to see which event is so attractive..."

Chang Qi held Han Ziqi's registration form in his hand, and stared at him with wide eyes, "Damn it, why did you choose Sanda?"

"Are you crazy to choose this kind of beating project?" Chang Qi was full of surprise, "This project has more physical contact with people."

"Besides, you won't be able to pick up girls if you learn this." Chang Qi waved his hand, "Forget it, if I didn't say it, you don't need to pick up girls."

"Forget it, forget it, who told you to be just my friend." Chang Qi ticked off the same position as him on his registration form, "We will be in the same group when the time comes, and you can beat me up."

"Thanks."

"Don't talk about those useless things, I still need to thank you?" Chang Qi blinked, "Wait for the English quiz later, let's do something practical."

Sanda classes are arranged every Wednesday afternoon.

Before class, Han Ziqi changed into a thin sweatshirt and went to the indoor gymnasium with Chang Qi.

No. 25 Middle School is the best high school in the city with first-class teaching facilities.Even in winter, the temperature in the indoor gymnasium is still maintained at [-] degrees.

There are only more than 20 students who applied for the Sanda event in the whole grade, and all of them are boys.

The class bell rang, and the students lined up in two rows under the arrangement of the physical education teacher.

Chang Qi is 1.9 meters tall, standing in the last row, and Han Ziqi is next to him.

"Okay, today is our first Sanda class, are you all ready?" The physical education teacher stood in front of the team with his hands behind his back.

"Teacher, you can't teach us, right?" the students in the front row asked.

"Don't believe my strength?" The physical education teacher patted his beer belly.

The students laughed awkwardly.

The physical education teacher is over 50 years old, and the baggy sportswear can't cover the traces of the years.It is said that he won the national championship in sprinting when he was young and is a national super athlete, but those are all legends that flowed from his own mouth, and the authenticity is open to question.

"Boys, let me tell you that when I was young, not only was I good at running, but I was also one of the best in Sanda." The physical education teacher put her hips on her hips and said triumphantly, "It is more than enough to teach you yellow-haired boys."

The students booed and laughed.

"Okay, let's stop playing tricks and get ready for class." The physical education teacher straightened his back and raised his right hand, "Next, please welcome your Sanda coach, Teacher Han, with warm applause!"

The author has something to say:

You see, here he comes and here he comes again.

Congratulations to the president for getting another new job.