After accidentally kissing a roommate

After Song Xuan finished sending out the series of expressions, the car had already left the campus and was slowly driving along the narrow road. The projections of ginkgo trees on the side of the road passed through the car window and fell behind them one by one.

On the phone, Luo Ziyang's belated reply made Song Xuan want to go back and beat someone up.

[Luo Ziyang: You actually threatened me, brother, I was almost strangled to death by you just now. 】

[Luo Ziyang: I just asked a few questions, and your reaction just now was too big, as if you have some ulterior relationship. 】

Song Xuan didn't reply, and directly locked the screen to deal with it.

Through the reflection in the front-view mirror, Song Xuan saw the tight corners of Chen Aowen's mouth. He thought carefully about what Luo Ziyang said just now, and guessed that Chen Aowen probably felt a little offended.

Thinking about it, Luo Ziyang, who can't speak, doesn't know what kind of analogy to use, just driving to pick up roommates, but he is compared to "falling in love" by him?

So Song Xuan said casually, "Don't take what Luo Ziyang said just now, he always asks for beatings, and Tan Min and Jiang Xiqing also ignore him."

Chen Aowen let out a "hmm", but his expression was still serious.

"Which of his words are you referring to?"

"..." Song Xuan said in a general way, "I kind of forgot, it seems that every sentence is very annoying?"

Chen Aowen was noncommittal, and they arrived at the central garden in a short while. After parking the car, Song Xuan took off his seat belt and was about to open the door to get out of the car. Chen Aowen spoke again, with a calm tone: "Tomorrow afternoon, I will go to the ice rink, maybe five It won't be over until [-]:[-], you can come back early after class."

Song Xuan didn't like to wait for others. If it was before, he might have agreed directly, but just now, Chen Aowen specially came to accompany him in the classroom where he was studying, and Song Xuan couldn't nod and say yes openly.

"I'm going to practice with my friends in the band tomorrow." Song Xuan said, "I'll go to the ice hockey rink after it's over. Is the ice rink also on the West Campus? It just so happens that I've never been there before. Let's take a look this time."

Unexpectedly, Song Xuan would be willing to come, and Chen Aowen's mood obviously improved a lot after hearing this sentence.

"Well, remember to send me a message when you arrive."

The next day, Song Xuan arrived at the rehearsal room at noon, and the four of them practiced while making jokes, and the time soon reached four o'clock in the afternoon.

They were all proficient in musical instruments, and they also had the experience of running-in performance last year, so these three new pieces have no difficulty for them, and they will be able to play them from beginning to end soon.

Because of their high efficiency, they ended early. After locking the rehearsal room, Tan Min proposed to eat at a newly opened Mexican restaurant in the food court. The other two had no objections, but Song Xuan walked back silently with his backpack. .

Song Xuan: "You guys go, I won't go."

Tan Min asked: "Do you have other things?"

Song Xuan: "Forget it? I'm going to the ice hockey rink."

"Ice hockey rink?" Luo Ziyang asked suspiciously, "What are you doing there? Aren't there people from the school team training there? Do you dare to compete with them for the field?"

"No, what field are you grabbing? I don't know how to fight."

Song Xuan wanted to say that Chen Aowen was there, but thinking about what happened yesterday, he swallowed the words again.

After thinking for a while, Song Xuan said: "Just go and see the ice rink environment. If the environment is not bad, I will consider the ice sports in the next semester's physical education class."

This reason is very tenable, the three of them parted ways with Song Xuan without doubting him.

The ice hockey rink is built on the basement floor of the gymnasium. From a geographical point of view, it is separated from the glass house by two paths.

Luo Ziyang's phrase "grab the field with the school team" just casually said that at the beginning of the school's construction, the needs of two different groups of people, school team training and course play, were considered. The field was divided into two areas, which were large enough , the entire floor is an ice rink.

When Song Xuan stepped into the basement, he felt a bone-chilling coldness, which made him tremble involuntarily. He took a deep breath and rubbed his arms before he gradually got used to it.

Through the thick glass, Song Xuan saw from a distance two teams standing on the professional field framed by yellow lines, wearing one white and one red team uniforms, stepping on ice blades and holding ice hockey sticks.Originally, most of the people gathered in the center of the field, but soon they moved quickly and scattered around.

Everyone was wearing heavy protective gear and a helmet that could cover all the facial features. Looking through the glass, the people wearing the same clothes in the field were almost the same, but Song Xuan was almost the same at first glance. Chen Aowen was caught in the crowd.

He stood at a distance of about ten meters diagonally in front of the goalkeeper. A teammate passed the puck in front of him. Chen Aowen kicked his hind legs to the ice, raised the ice stick with one arm, and swung the racket quickly while turning his waist and abdomen. , The ice blade of the hind foot wiped a scratch on the ice.

Ice hockey is a sport that consumes a lot of physical energy. Under such freezing conditions in the stadium, Song Xuan still clearly saw beads of sweat dripping from the corners of Chen Aowen's forehead, sliding down the bridge of his straight nose to the tip of his nose, and then dripping .

The team uniform is very thick, but Chen Aowen doesn't feel bloated at all. He has a tall, straight and dexterous figure, and he is like a wolf king leading a pack of wolves when he shuttles among his teammates on the court.

Standing outside the arena and looking through the glass for a while, Song Xuan was not satisfied with this, turned around and walked towards the entrance.

Regardless of whether you want to go ice or not, as long as you enter the ice rink, you must first rent skates.

Song Xuan stored his backpack on the counter, took a pair of skates and held them in his hands, stepped into the ice rink, wrapped himself in a slightly thin coat, turned around and walked to the rest area.

The world behind the gate is colder than outside the stadium. The large pieces of ice are trampled under their feet, and at the same time radiate its cold air to the outside. Song Xuan has no experience entering the stadium for the first time. Thinking of bringing an extra piece of clothing to keep out the cold.

Looking at the time on the phone, it was just after four o'clock. According to Chen Aowen's estimated time yesterday, they still had nearly an hour to finish.

Adhering to the idea of ​​"everything is coming", Song Xuan was thinking about whether to go to the ordinary area alone and try to draw a circle while waiting, when he saw a white figure coming towards him from the corner of his eye, Song Xuan Turning his head, it was Chen Aowen.

As Song Xuan approached, Chen Aowen stretched out his hand to the side of his face, and took off his helmet with a "click", completely revealing his smooth and sharp facial features. With this white team uniform, he looked cold, arrogant and resolute.

When he spoke, his tone was soft: "Song Xuan, how long have you been here?"

Song Xuan: "It didn't take long, you came over as soon as you sat down."

Chen Aowen: "Why didn't you send me a message before you came?"

Song Xuan: "You were training just now, even if I send you a message, you can't see it, right?"

"I can see it." Chen Aowen pointed to the twenty or so water bottles placed together in front of him, and a mobile phone placed alone on the periphery, "I brought the mobile phone in."

While Chen Aowen was talking, Song Xuan kept rubbing his hands unconsciously. Chen Aowen lowered his eyes after talking on the phone, and saw Song Xuan's purple nails from the cold, and asked, "Are you cold?" ?"

"It's a bit..." Song Xuan tightened his neckline, "It's not too cold, I'll just go to the field next to it and play for a while, it looks fun."

He took the skates beside him and put them on his feet, but his movements were very unskilled. Chen Aowen frowned and said, "Have you ever tried skating? Can you do it?"

"No..." Song Xuan said, "But it's okay, I'll hold on to the railing and just try a little more. Go ahead and train."

Chen Aowen didn't leave after hearing this.

Right now is their rest time. The two groups of people in the red and white uniforms mixed together and walked to the rest area where Song Xuan was. Some of them were dressed like Chen Aowen. The same white-clothed team members saw a person standing in front of Chen Aowen, their eyes lit up collectively, and they slid to Chen Aowen's side playfully.

"Davis!" The leading white man named Chen Aowen's English name, put his right hand on Chen Aowen's shoulder, stood still and looked at Song Xuan with inquiry and curiosity in his eyes, "Who is this?"

Song Xuan stood up: "Just call me Xuan."

He was too lazy to come up with an English name, so he directly used his own Chinese pinyin, which sounds right to foreigners, and the pronunciation is not very strange, so he has been using it until now.

"My name is Adrian, Italian." Adrian grinned brightly with his big white teeth, "You look so cute, Asian boy."

Italians have sweet mouths, like to compliment others, and are full of enthusiasm for strangers they meet for the first time. Song Xuan had a polite smile on his face, but Chen Aowen twisted his shoulders uncomfortably, and put Adrian on his shoulders His hand shook down.

Chen Aowen threw the helmet to Adrian and said, "I won't practice anymore, you can find a substitute player."

Adrian was taken aback: "Ah? Why?"

Chen Aowen said: "My friend is here, and I want to accompany him."

"Oh~" Adrian uttered an ambiguous monosyllable, his eyes drifted between Song Xuan and Chen Aowen, "Is he the reason you checked your phone every 10 minutes just now?"

Song Xuan was tying his shoelaces, and when he heard this, his movements slowed down, only to hear Chen Aowen's voice sound out after a moment of silence, "It has nothing to do with you."

"You're always so cold." Adrian shrugged, then turned to Song Xuan and asked, "What's your relationship? Are you both from the School of Engineering? Are you classmates?"

"No." Song Xuan replied in English, "We are roommates."