My nemesis was taken to sleep by me

"...I didn't do it on purpose." Jiang Huang came back to his senses, and quickly loosened Shen Xingyi's clothes.

Shen Xing didn't speak, but just looked at him with his head down, his eyes were dark and deep, which made Jiang Huang feel uncomfortable.

In the next second, a beautiful and slender hand was sent to him.

Shen Xing spread out his palms to Jiang Huang: "Why, is it comfortable to sit on the ground?"

Jiang Huang hesitated for a moment, but still struggled with his hands on the ground, then turned his back to Shen Xing and patted the ashes on his hands.

Shen Xing frowned imperceptibly, and retracted his hand indistinctly.

The fellowship party was held on the weekend. Shen Xing and Jiang Huang were standing on the side of the stage waiting. On the stage was a temporary heavy metal band. The bassist was wearing a leather jacket with tassels on the sleeves. Jiang Huang was always afraid that those leather ropes would fall Seconds are rolled into the strings, turning the bass into a hairy instrument.

Zhou Huai ran over to look for Jiang Huang, and was taken aback when he saw Shen Xing who was carrying a guitar, and shouted with his mouth that had just pulled out his teeth: "Senior Brother Shen?"

Shen Xing nodded, and seeing Zhou Huai approach Jiang Huang and say something in Jiang Huang's ear, Jiang Huang showed a helpless expression: "It's not all because of you."

He coughed.

Zhou Huai seemed to have sensed something from Shen Xingyi's cough, and immediately put a little distance away from Jiang Huang, and then chatted in a casual way: "Brother Jiang, what do you think of the level of the band performing now?" like?"

"It's okay, if you work harder, you can go to the street to make some money." Jiang Huang said casually.

Zhou Huaiqian laughed twice: "Brother Jiang, your evaluation criteria are quite... pragmatic."

Jiang Huang said "hmm" and added: "But it's still a bit risky. If the urban management comes, I guess the drummer won't be able to escape."

Shen Xingyi listened to it as funny, and felt that children were very good at saying such words that others could not answer.

Sure enough, Zhou Huai was so choked by Jiang Huang that he couldn't speak, so he had to change the subject: "Brother Jiang, the next program will be you and Brother Shen, right?"

Before he could finish his sentence, the senior sister in charge held the microphone pinned to the collar not far away and shouted: "Are Shen Xingyi and Jiang Huang here? It's time for you to play soon."

"Brother Jiang, come on." Zhou Huai patted Jiang Huang's elbow, and then noticed that Shen Xingyi's gaze fell on his hand.

Zhou Huai withdrew his hand, smiled embarrassingly, and said to Shen Xingyi: "Senior Brother Shen, please do your best."

The moment before the two came to the stage, Jiang Huang heard Shen Xing ask himself: "Do you have a good relationship with him?"

"He" refers to Zhou Huai.

Jiang Huang didn't know why Shen Xingyi suddenly asked such a nonsensical question, and he couldn't talk back to each other to affect each other's mood before going on stage, so he just said carelessly: "We are from a high school."

As a doctor of mathematics, Shen Xingyi felt that this answer had a serious tendency to judge others.

He didn't answer, but just turned his face and glanced at Jiang Huang.

What to see.Not to be outdone, Jiang Huang stared back even harder.

They were standing at the junction between the back of the stage and the front of the stage. The semi-dark light fell on Jiang Huang's face. Behind him was a large crimson velvet curtain, which set off his white skin very gently. The boy's clear In the eyes, there was a bit of aggression like a little wild cat.

Shen Xingyi's Adam's apple moved briefly. Jiang Huang had already stepped onto the stage ahead of him, but he was still staring at him.

In the next 5 minutes, Jiang Huang had a hard time singing, not because he and Shen Xingyi were out of order, but because Shen Xingyi kept looking in his direction slightly while playing the guitar. It made him feel hairy all over, and he managed to carry a song to the end with great difficulty.

The last line of the lyrics is in English, and there is a small pause in the middle. When Jiang Huang sang there, his throat felt a little itchy for some reason, and he wanted to cough, but he couldn't delay singing. He tried his best to wink at Shen Xing, and Shen Xing leaned over He moved closer to the microphone that was picking up the guitar, and answered that sentence for him.

"You are my childish king."

The voice was low, but with a hint of cold tenderness.

Many people in the audience recognized Shen Xingyi. After he sang this sentence, someone blew a whistle. Many mobile phones in the auditorium were raised up, and the flash lights were on and off. Jiang Huang stood on the stage in a daze. On the morning, Shen Xingyi's voice echoed in his ears, and he came up with an inexplicable idea, if the doctor of mathematics beside him was willing to condescend to become a sleeper, he would probably be more successful than him.

After the two came down from the stage, Shen Xingyi stood and loosened the strings of the piano, and Jiang Huang was finally able to cough openly. After coughing, he said viciously to Shen Xingyi: "Don't think I don't know what you want to do."

Shen Xingyi uttered a questioning nasal voice: "Huh?"

"Didn't you keep staring at me when you were on stage?" Jiang Huang said aggressively.

Shen Xing snapped his fingers.

He didn't reply immediately, and continued to loosen the strings on his hands to hide his unnaturalness.

"I know why you are staring at me." Jiang Huang plausibly said.

Shen Xingyi said lightly: "Then tell me, why am I staring at you?"

"Don't you just want to punish me? Don't be so narrow-minded, can't you? I just gave you a glare before I came to the stage. Can you make it?" Jiang Huang felt that he had the moral high ground this time, and he was very confident when he accused Shen Xingyi.

Shen Xing let out a breath from his nose, the tension in his heart was washed away by the child's self-righteousness, he glanced at Jiang Huang, and said casually: "Why can't it be wrong?"

Jiang Huang choked.

He found that when it comes to shamelessness, Shen Xingyi is sometimes better than him.

But Jiang Huang wouldn't just give up like that. After he choked for a while, his eyes rolled, and he thought of a way to fight back: "Do you think you are so kind, you stare at me like that, I'm not afraid that I will think you like me ah?"

His voice was not low, and several people waiting around looked over.

Shen Xing didn't feel embarrassed at all, he just looked Jiang Huang up and down leisurely, and then repeated slowly: "Like you?"

Then he shook his head with a half-smile, as if he felt that there was no need to argue with Jiang Huang about such a boring issue, he put the loose-stringed guitar into the piano bag, picked it up and walked out.

Jiang Huang felt that he was being ridiculed, and subconsciously chased after him: "What do you mean? Why can't you like me? Is it embarrassing to like me?"

They walked one by one, and quickly walked outside. The autumn wind blew towards them with the smell of fallen leaves. As soon as Shen Xing turned around, Jiang Huang didn't stop, and bumped his head into his chest.

As soon as Shen Xing lowered his head and wanted to say something, Jiang Huang raised his face at the same time, and the lips of the two touched together unexpectedly.