can i borrow your white paint

"Stuffed?" Cheng Yi threw the water into Fang Hengzhi's hand, walked up to him and sat down.

"No," Fang Hengzhi rubbed his stomach, "I just hit the handrail of the stairs."

"..." Cheng Yi frowned, "Pick up the clothes and let me have a look."

"Here?" Fang Hengzhi looked around the bustling crowd and hesitated, "It's not suitable, is it?"

"..." Cheng Yi endured his sudden hypocrisy for two seconds, then took off his big jacket and put it on the two of them, blocking the view of his upper body from the outside, "Fuck."

Fang Hengzhi was silent for two seconds, then pinched the corner of his clothes with two fingers, exposing his belly.

Cheng Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and it took a while to settle down to look at him.

Fang Heng knew that he was very white and thin. He knew it early on, especially after watching Du Maofa's video, this fact became even more obvious.

However, the visual impact on the mobile phone is obviously not as strong as in reality. When the clothes are lifted, he can see half of the abdominal muscles and the faint mermaid lines.

He also has abdominal muscles, but he really doesn't have a mermaid line, so he didn't hold back, and stretched out his hand to poke it.

"?" Fang Hengzhi was sucked in his stomach by being poked, and subconsciously put down the hem of his clothes, "What are you doing?!"

Cheng Yi didn't expect him to react so strongly, and he was also taken aback: "Fuck, are you ticklish?"

Fang Hengzhi let out an "ah", stretched out his hand to touch his nose, and did not deny it: "A little bit."

Cheng Yi raised his eyebrows at him, said nothing, and stretched out his hand to lift his clothes off again.

This time I didn't tease him because I saw the bruise on his waist.

It's a big piece, and the spot in the middle is still faintly purple.

Cheng Yi hissed: "It hurts just looking at it."

"It was a bit hard." Fang Heng propped up the stone steps behind him with one hand without knowing it, "I was hit by someone."

Cheng Yi put down his clothes and raised his eyelids to look at him: "Who?"

"It seems to be the one who ran [-] together in the morning." Fang Hengzhi thought for a while, but still couldn't remember the name of that person, "I forgot who it was."

Cheng Yi was very convinced. This person's memory belonged to Schrödinger. It was like a photographic memory when studying, but it was no different from a goldfish in other places.

Oh, maybe not as good as a goldfish, this guy can't even remember seven seconds.

He sighed, flipped through the photo he just took, and zoomed in on a corner to show him: "Is that him?"

Fang Hengzhi squinted his eyes and looked at it: "Your photos are so blurry, AR can't recognize them, right?"

"..." Cheng Yi resisted the urge to beat him up, and zoomed in a bit, "Shoes! Look at the shoes! Are these red and black shoes?"

"... Oh." Fang Heng smiled sarcastically, and handed him a piece of chewing gum in a fawning manner, "It's him."

"No, I've already eaten." Cheng Yi pushed away the chewing gum he handed over, and poked the bruise on his waist, "Does it hurt?"

The little princess is delicate, so she said: "It hurts!"

Cheng Yi nodded, the expression on his face remained unchanged: "Can I still run the relay race in the afternoon?"

"Yes." Fang Hengzhi responded quickly.

"Okay, run well." Cheng Yi stood up, put on the jacket again, raised one hand and pushed down someone who was about to stand up with him, "Have a good rest, I'll get you Yunnan Baiyao, Brother Bai. "

Fang Hengzhi blinked, then bent his eyes: "Okay."

He was so obedient that Cheng Yi was very satisfied. Cheng Yi raised the corner of his mouth, turned and left.

Fang Hengzhi watched his back go away with a smile, so he couldn't see the drooping corner of his mouth when he turned around.

Cheng Yi turned on his phone with downcast eyes, and clicked on Du Mao's chat box.

[3 and 25]: In ?

[Ermao]: Brother Yi who is here.what?

[3 and 25]: Help me block someone at the gate of the playground after running the relay race.

Du Mao sent a series of emojis with question marks, and finally said:

[Ermao]:? ? ?Who?

Cheng Yi looked at these emoticons, rubbed his thumb on the side of the phone for a while, then poked the screen with one hand and typed three words.

[3 and 25]: Qiu Ziteng.

Qiu Ziteng and Fang Heng knew that they couldn't match each other, the class seats were far apart by thousands of miles, and the two passed by the same stairway on their way back to work, so he didn't believe it when he was killed, Qiu Ziteng bumped into Fang Heng knew it was an accident .

The one surnamed Qiu has no real skills, but he likes to be jealous. What Liao Chengfan said before is enough to make Cheng Yi disgusted with this person. To bully his deskmate this time is really too much.

Fang Hengzhi is also an idiot.He thought to himself, it can't be seen that the man did it on purpose?

Cheng Yi decided to fight Qiu Ziteng and solve the problem by force.

But he didn't intend to tell Fang Hengzhi about it, he can solve it by himself, it's too troublesome to have a little princess who can't do anything, and he has to be distracted to see if this horrible thing is hurt.

In the third year of junior high school, I saw Qiu Ziteng fighting with someone in the alley. He was very ruthless. Every time he hit him, he seemed to beat him to death, without mercy.

His tablemate is too delicate to bear.

The "too delicate" deskmate couldn't sit still after sitting there for a while, got up and went to the radio station.

Seeing him coming, Du Mao subconsciously glanced at the auditorium. Sure enough, the attention here soared instantly.

Du Mao: "..." It feels like this small broadcasting station has suddenly flourished.

"Why are you here?" He smiled obsequiously, and moved the chair beside him, "Come on, sit down."

"I'm here to play with you." Fang Hengzhi sat down very rudely, "Liao Chengfan went to eat and hasn't come back yet, I'm too boring sitting alone."

"Ah?" Du Mao felt a little strange, "Is Brother Yi not with you?"

"No." Fang Hengzhi shook his head, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, "He went to get me medicine."

Du Mao ignored the vague meaning of showing off, and muttered: "Then he just sent me a message..."

His voice was so small that Fang Heng didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Just as Du Mao was about to say it again, his phone vibrated.

He picked it up and unlocked it. It was a new message from Cheng Yi.

[3 and 25]: By the way, if Fang Hengzhi asks you, don't tell him about it.

Du Mao: "..." He was speechless too many times today, and he was a little numb after seeing this news.

Fang Hengzhi saw him looking at his phone with a straight face, and stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him twice: "Er Mao, Er Mao?"

"Fuck!" Du Mao was furious, but when he looked up and saw the person calling him, he turned off the fire in an instant, and said dejectedly, "Brother, I beg you, don't call me by that name?"

Fang Hengzhi smiled understandingly: "Okay."

Du Mao was instantly moved: "Oh brother Fang, you are so easy to talk, brother Yi won't..."

"So what did Cheng Yi tell you?" Fang Hengzhi asked.

Du Mao: "..."

Oh, it turns out that it's not that people are easy to talk to, but that they don't care at all.

He gave Fang Hengzhi a sad look, but Fang Hengzhi was unmoved.

He gave up, and the appointee started talking nonsense: "Brother Yi said that Brother Bai doesn't have any medicine, so he's going to the pharmacy to buy it for you."

Fang Hengzhi looked at him for a moment.

Du Mao is not guilty at all, after all he has too much experience in talking nonsense, and lying can be said to be seamless.

So he saw Fang Hengzhi squint his eyes, and left without saying a word.

"?"

He was a little confused, so did he believe it or not?

Of course Fang Hengzhi didn't believe it. Ji Xiangbai put Yunnan Baiyao in his bag in front of him in the morning, and he knew exactly where the medicine was put.

So Cheng Yi must have done something without telling him, and he did it specifically, deliberately not wanting him to participate and not letting him know.

He pursed his lower lip, trying to ignore the little depression in his heart.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, he opened it to look, found that it was Zhu Qi, and asked him where he was now.

He didn't quite understand why he was asking this question, but he still gave him a random location.

Zhu Qi immediately replied, "Stay where you are and I'll be there soon."

Fang Hengzhi looked at the seven words and was silent for two seconds, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, and typed with a cold face.

[F]: Xu Jixing?

There is no more reply.

He sneered, and walked forward with his mobile phone in his pocket.

Damn it, why is Zhu Qi's WeChat ID at Xu Jixing's place?And now he doesn't even know where Cheng Yi is? !

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Fang Hengzhi simply didn't bother to pay attention to the news that this person told him to stand still and not move.

When he got to the side of the bunker, Cheng Yi suddenly appeared and stopped him.

"Fang Heng knows."

Fang Hengzhi paused, then turned around and saw Cheng Yi who was panting slightly.

After Cheng Yi went back with the medicine, he saw that the people from the original place had disappeared, and only after asking Du Mao did he find out that this dishonest person didn't know where to go for a walk, so he had to search for people all over the world with his mother's heart.

The moment he saw Fang Hengzhi, he wanted to go up and give him a kick, but after seeing the not-so-obvious anger and grievance on this man's face, he suddenly didn't want to scold him anymore.

There was even a little bit of guilt.

Cheng Yi: "..." When will he be able to look at his deskmate without the halo of being a master?

Sighing, he took the medicine box and walked over: "Pick up the clothes."

Fang Hengzhi saw that he skillfully took off his jacket and put it on the two people's left shoulders, gritted his teeth, and whispered: "Where are you going..."

"Huh?" Cheng Yi was opening the lid of the medicine box, but couldn't hear clearly.

Fang Hengzhi took back the second half of the sentence, smiled helplessly, and shook his head while lifting his clothes: "It's okay..."

"Ah." There was a voice of surprise without emotion.

Cheng Yi and Fang Hengzhi turned their heads to look at the same time.

He was a cool, handsome guy with glasses.

The handsome guy was holding a piece of clothing with one hand, and the other hand was neatly put in the pocket of his coat, and he was looking at the two of them indifferently.

Cheng Yi also became cold when he heard Fang Hengzhi's voice: "Xu Jixing?"

Xu Jixing?

He was surprised for a moment, this is the god of the attached middle school?

Not to mention, he's really handsome.

Almost immediately, Cheng Yi compared this god with Fang Hengzhi.

Although it seemed that the two of them were brothers, since Fang Hengzhi had a particularly good-looking smile, and Xu Jixing seemed to be a Bking who couldn't laugh, the balance in his heart suddenly collapsed towards Fang Hengzhi.

Well, he won at the same table.

"Bking" pushed his glasses with one hand, and looked at Fang Hengzhi with a half-smile: "Are you so fast?"

Looking at his expression, Fang Hengzhi knew that he had misunderstood. He quickly let go of the confused Cheng Yi, put down his clothes, took off the jackets on the two of them, and put them on Cheng Yi again.

"I am at the same table." He said.

Cheng Yi pursed his lower lip.

There's something... subtly wrong with the psychology.

Xu Jixing dragged out a "oh", although he didn't say anything else, and the tone was very simple, but the meaning was not simple.

Fang Hengzhi was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he went straight to the point: "Do you have something to do?"

Xu Jixing didn't even look at him, he threw the clothes in his hand to him casually, then nodded slightly at Cheng Yi: "Xu Jixing."

Cheng Yi was buttoning his clothes, and when he heard this, he raised his head and nodded: "Cheng Yi."

This is an introduction of myself.

"Don't pay attention to him, button up all the buttons, it's easy to catch cold in the wind." Fang Hengzhi frowned and reminded him, then crossed his arms and squinted at Xu Jixing, "There is no class in the attached middle school today? What are you doing here?"

"Skipped class." Xu Jixing said calmly and confidently, "Come and return your clothes."

Cheng Yi subconsciously glanced at the coat that Xu Jixing had just thrown into Fang Hengzhi's hand, only to realize that it looked familiar.

——It seems to be the coat that Fang Hengzhi brought when he went to the competition.

Fang Hengzhi was obviously not very impressed with this dress, and it took him a while to realize: "Oh, I remembered, then why are you here?"

"Zhu Qi is going to class." Xu Jixing changed from copying his pocket with one hand to copying his pocket with both hands.

Fang Hengzhi nodded: "Then you are finished, you can go back."

Xu Jixing: "..."

Xueshen stared at him indifferently, turned around and left without saying goodbye.

The corner of Cheng Yi's mouth twitched, hesitated for a moment, and said "Be careful" when he turned around.

Xu Jixing paused, stood still and nodded to him sideways.

As for Fang Hengzhi, one of the parties involved, he had already sat on the steps, with his elbows on his knees, sitting lazily and watching him leave.

Cheng Yi waited until Xu Ji had gone far before turning around and walking to his side, poking the top of his head with his finger: "What's going on?"

Fang Hengzhi casually handed him the coat in his hand: "Didn't I tell you that his friend was injured? I took the coat and used it as a plastic bag for him to carry medicine."

"You're quite enthusiastic." Cheng Yi was delighted to hear that, "The medicine on your stomach has just been sprayed on, so you lift up your clothes so that you don't rub it off."

Fang Hengzhi lifted up his clothes obediently, and looked at him: "Aren't you going to ask something else?"

Cheng Yi straddled him with one leg and lowered his eyes: "What are you asking?"

Fang Hengzhi opened his mouth, but did not speak.

He wanted to say that you can ask a lot, such as why Xu Ji Xing returned the clothes I lent Zhu Qi.

But Cheng Yi didn't ask a word.

Oh shit.He couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart, straight man.

His tablemate was so fucking straight that he was afraid of the telegraph poles.

Cheng Yi looked down at him, as if waiting for him to reply.

But in fact, he didn't care what Fang Hengzhi asked, because he was inexplicably irritable now.

In fact, I don't know what I'm upset about, I just really want to beat the person in front of me.

So he thought about it and did it.

When Fang Hengzhi received a slap on the shoulder, he was still dumbfounded.

"Fuck me?" Why did you suddenly hit him again?

Cheng Yi gritted his molars unconsciously, turned his head and looked at the rostrum outside the playground: "Let's go, it's time for the competition."

His slap was neither light nor heavy, Fang Heng knew that he didn't feel anything if his skin was rough and thick. Hearing this, he could only think that he was particularly annoying, so he didn't dare to say anything more. He sighed and got up to follow up.

"Good," he said.

"Coming?" The sports committee tried to stretch its arms and waved to them, "Quickly stand in your respective positions!"

"Hmm." Cheng Yi raised his chin slightly, pinched the zipper of his coat with two fingers of his right hand, pulled it lightly, and the coat was pulled off by him.

Fang Hengzhi looked away instantly, and his eyes wandered for a while.

The sweater worn by the boys is not a loose fit, but because it fits snugly, the curved waistline can be clearly seen.

A certain straight man has a really thin waist and curves.

Fang Heng thought to himself, this person should have a waist.

Cheng Yi did have waist dimples, but he thought everyone had them.

So when Fang Hengzhi poked his finger up, his eyelids twitched, he suppressed the foot that was conditioned to kick out, turned around and said coldly: "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Hengzhi confirmed the answer to his question, obediently withdrew his fingers, and squinted his eyes: "It's nothing."

Cheng Yi let out a "tsk".

Fortunately, he is a man, otherwise, just because Fang Heng knew about the dog's hands and feet every day, he would think that this man is a pervert.

The "color embryo" was rushed to the inner side of the plastic runway and stood up.

There are a total of four bats in the relay race, and the playground is not big, so only two bats can be put on the field first, and the next bat can only be played after one bat has completed the relay.

Cheng Yi and Fang Hengzhi were the third and fourth runners, so they naturally stood by the track at this moment, waiting for the first and second runners to run.

The boys in Class Nine are a rare species, and they managed to get all the athletes together by patchwork. As soon as the gunshot rang out, the one from Class Nine logically ran at the end.

Cheng Yi turned his head, closed his eyes, and sighed softly, as if he couldn't bear to look directly.

But when Yi Bang was about to run up to him, he still opened his eyes and applauded him while cheering him on.

A stick obviously speeds up a bit.

It's not obvious that it's useless, but it's quite commendable.

Sun Yixiang, the sports committee member, was standing in his position so anxious that he almost jumped, wishing he could rush up and run for a stick, but Fang Hengzhi, who was standing not far away, kept reminding him that he didn't make a foul.

When the baton was delivered to him panting, he couldn't help cursing: "It's so fucking boring!"

Yizhu was stunned for a moment, his wrist trembled, and the baton almost fell.

Sun Yixiang's eyes widened instantly, he said "fuck" and quickly bent over to catch it and ran out.

Although his reaction was already very fast, the little distance he managed to recover with just a stick was gone.

Cheng Yi frowned, stepped onto the runway, bent slightly, and stretched his left hand behind him.

The distance from the front is already far behind, and this distance is really not easy to chase.

The opponents next to him took the baton and left one by one. He was not in a hurry, but moved his ankles, wrists and neck again.

Sun Yixiang played fairly steadily, his legs fluttered fast, and he caught up to the penultimate place, passing the baton to Cheng Yi.

He was panting, and before he could say anything, he felt a gust of wind blowing hard.

After being stunned for a moment, Cheng Yi was no longer in front of him when he looked up.

Cheng Yi felt that he hadn't run so hard for a long time. He squinted his eyes to prevent his slightly long bangs from being blown into his eyes by the wind.

He didn't know how he was running, because he couldn't see clearly, he could only hear shouts in his ears.

It seems that girls are screaming a lot.

Whether the 200 meters is long or short, he felt as if he had run for a long time, but it seemed that the next moment, he knew Fang Heng.

Fang Hengzhi stood lazily not far away, with his arms outstretched, and applauded him over his head.

The corner of Cheng Yi's mouth lifted.

Without realizing it himself, he ran a little faster, as if he was rushing to meet someone.

The person in sight was getting closer, he raised his left arm a little, and sent it to the other person.

Fang Hengzhi grasped it firmly in almost a second.

This man has a lot of hands and can completely circle the baton.

Even when he was circling, his middle finger scratched Cheng Yi's palm gently.

Cheng Yi's knees gave way and he almost fell.

He saw Fang Hengzhi rush out, and caught up with No.1 in a few steps.

The shouts around him hadn't stopped from the moment he took over the baton just now, and the audience was full of uproar.

The crowd is shouting for them, shouting victory, shouting youth.

Cheng Yi looked down at the palm, there were no traces there, but it just felt warm, as if someone had left traces here.

He found that Fang Hengzhi's hands were very dry, even though the man was already sweating, his palms were still warm and not damp at all.

It is very suitable for holding hands in winter.

Thinking about it, he became a little dazed, and he didn't even notice that Fang Hengzhi crossed the finish line with No.1.

It wasn't until the hands that made him fascinated rested on his shoulders that he blinked in a daze.

Fang Hengzhi wiped off his sweat, and snapped his fingers in front of his eyes: "I won the first place. Let's celebrate with hot pot tonight?"

Before he could speak, Sun Yixiang danced excitedly: "Okay, okay!! Today's medal harvest is great! We must celebrate!"

The first one was obviously not as happy as him, but he was still very happy: "Then I'll treat you!"

Fang Hengzhi smiled at them and said nothing, and turned his attention to Cheng Yi again.

The boy's sweat smelled just after exercising. Cheng Yi didn't know how this man did it. He didn't smell sweat at all. On the contrary, it smelled good.

So he grabbed the man's collar with one hand and pulled him closer to him.

Fang Hengzhi's Adam's apple twitched, and asked dryly, "What's wrong?"

Cheng Yi leaned on his neck and sniffed it: "Do you need my shower gel?"

Fang Heng knew that he slept well at his house yesterday, so asking such a question is actually quite normal, and there is no inconvenience in answering it.

But he asked in a weird way, so strange that Fang Hengzhi's expression became unnatural, and then he whispered "um" and said, "I used it..."

The voice was as small as a schoolboy who made a mistake.

Cheng Yi pursed his lips and endured it, and couldn't help but bend his eyes and smile, "Are you still used to it?"

"I'm not very used to it." Fang Hengzhi, who had recovered, was another hero, with no shame at all! "Use it more and you will get used to it."

"Then remember to buy it yourself." Cheng Yi said.

Fang Hengzhi raised his eyebrows, hooked his shoulders and walked out: "Aren't you going to give me a whoring?"

"No." Cheng Yi was forced to follow him out of the playground.

He stumbled and was turned for a while, and when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered that he wanted to beat someone up.

"Wait." He tore off the claws on his shoulders, "You don't have any projects?"

"Yes." Fang Hengzhi thought for a while, counted with his fingers, and said, "There is still the long jump for the last competition."

Cheng Yi sighed: "You really reported a lot."

This time Fang Hengzhi didn't climb up the pole, instead he replied quite seriously: "I agreed to take the first place for you."

Although he is usually unreliable, he will do what he promised without any accidents.

What's more, the person who answered was Cheng Yi.

Cheng Yi felt his heart shrink slightly, he frowned, and soon laughed again: "Thank you, Teacher Fang."

Without waiting for the other party to reply, he stuffed the medicine in his pocket: "Then remember to spray some medicine on your waist."

Holding the small medicine jar in the palm of his hand, Fang Heng touched the body of the bottle with his thumb calmly, and nodded: "Okay."

The sun in the winter afternoon is not very strong, but it is extraordinarily dazzling. The sun shines through the thin clouds, making people's eyes hurt.

When Cheng Yi was sitting on the stone steps waiting for Qiu Ziteng, he had already scolded him countless times in his heart.

What an idiot, knocked Fang Hengzhi down, and let him bask in the sun alive.

It's time to beat up!

This anger became more and more intense as time went by, so as soon as Qiu Ziteng appeared at this intersection, he was kicked in the stomach.

"Fuck!" He cursed angrily, staggered and fell to the ground, "Which fucking idiot?!"

"I," Cheng Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes, and said lazily, "Your father."

Originally, Du Mao was asked to help block people, because he was afraid that he would not let them go in time, but since he caught up, there was no need for others to come, he alone was enough.

Too many people can easily attract attention, and he doesn't want to fight stupidly and get into the game.

Qiu Ziteng raised his eyes and saw Cheng Yi who was looking at him coldly with his hands in his pockets, and couldn't help scolding his mother: "Cheng Yi, did I fucking provoke you?"

"Yeah." Cheng Yi stood still, bent slightly, tilted his head, raised the corners of his mouth arrogantly, and said softly, "Stupid."

Qiu Ziteng: "?"

If the fuck can bear it, is he still a man?

He is usually very scared of Cheng Yi, but because he has many younger brothers, he will not fight back if he is provoked, and he has even decided in his heart to give this person a look.

Cheng Yi watched him get up suddenly, and rushed towards him in an extremely unsightly posture.

He frowned, moved his toes a little, and avoided it with a slight dodge: "Can you fight better?"

Qiu Ziteng: "??" Are you sick?

He doesn't understand why some people still have requirements for fighting posture.

Cheng Yi didn't wait for him to figure it out, he stretched out his arm and grabbed his neck, and the other hand gave him a blunt blow on his back.

The quick movement of raising the knife and falling the hand is really in line with the aesthetics of violence.

Before Qiu Ziteng could react, he felt that he was about to vomit after being hammered.

Retching, he raised his leg and kicked twice indiscriminately.

Cheng Yi, who was not kicked at all, sighed, bent his knees, and pushed against his stomach.

"Ah!!!" Qiu Ziteng lay on the ground, clutching his stomach and being speechless for a long time.

"You didn't fight like this before." Cheng Yi looked at him with very sad eyes, he didn't know what this person had gone through, how could he be so bad, "You have changed."

Qiu Ziteng raised his eyes angrily. He thought that Cheng Yi was mocking him with yin and yang: "You are a fucking psycho!! Did I mess with you? Fuck you, you are sick!"

In Cheng Yi's eyes, this kind of reaction was pure incompetence and rage. He walked over and squatted down in front of him, put away the smile on his face, and asked in a cold voice: "You hit someone on purpose, shouldn't you?"

Qiu Ziteng was stunned for a long time before he remembered something, and said in disbelief, "You fucking came to trouble me for Fang Hengzhi's little boy?!"

"What is a little boy?" Cheng Yi was very dissatisfied with his adjective, "Can you talk?"

"Damn it, Cheng Yi, I'm serious, it's not necessary, right?" Qiu Ziteng decided that a good man would not suffer the immediate loss, and he felt a little bit aggrieved today, and he would take care of him when he found someone later, so he reluctantly said in a nice voice, "I bumped into you." Even if it's not your wife, does a Fang Heng know that it's worth your vengeance with me?"

After he finished speaking, he waited for Cheng Yi to apologize to him in a good temper, and then shook hands to make peace.

But Cheng Yi didn't speak.

After a long time, he became a little impatient, and said again: "Do you think this is really worthless?"

Cheng Yi looked down at him with no emotion in his eyes.

In fact, Cheng Yi wanted to say: What are you?

But when he got to his mouth, he suddenly felt that it was not appropriate to say that.

So by accident, he suddenly said after a long time: "How do you know it's not your wife?"

The confident smile on Qiu Ziteng's face froze: "...???"

Xu Jixing, who had heard the movement, also stopped, looking at the scene in front of him with great interest.

Cheng Yi didn't know that there was someone standing behind him, and he was still thinking about how to deal with Qiu Ziteng.

If you beat me any more, you will hurt someone, it's too obvious, it won't work.

But letting him go, he was very upset, why did Fang Heng know that there was a bruise on his waist, and there was nothing wrong with this guy?

So he said in a calm and negotiable tone, "How about this, can you shave your head?"

"?" Qiu Ziteng covered the hair on his head cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

"Don't be afraid, I'm easy to talk to." Cheng Yi bent his eyes and looked at his thick hair that had been permed with tin foil tenderly, "It's not required to be bald, just a tight fit."

Qiu Ziteng: "..."

The corner of Xu Jixing's mouth twitched, but he couldn't hold it back and bent.

Sure enough, the person Fang Heng knows he likes is not a good bird.

In the end, Qiu Ziteng complied aggrievedly, clutching his stomach and leaving this small intersection with Cheng Yi's words "Tomorrow I want to see your size".

After Cheng Yi watched him leave with satisfaction, he turned around and planned to leave here, and went back to see how Fang Hengzhi was doing.

But as soon as he turned around, he saw a man kicked not far away.

After a pause, he narrowed his eyes and recognized that this was the student god of the attached high school who should have left not long ago.

Why is this man here?

Cheng Yi's impression of this god of learning was neither good nor bad, probably because Fang Heng knew whether he liked him or not, which caused him to be a little cautious when he saw this person now.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to find trouble." Xu Jixing had long since recovered his expressionless face, fumbled in his pockets for a while, and took out a piece of chocolate, "Please help Fang Hengzhi."

"?" Cheng Yi felt that it was unbelievable. The brain circuits of these schoolmasters were not quite right, and they came all the way to him just to give him a piece of chocolate? ? !

"Fang Heng knew that there was a piece of chocolate in the pocket of that coat at the time, I wish...my friend eats it." Xu Jixing explained, "He doesn't like to owe favors, even chocolate."

Cheng Yi understood, reached out and took the chocolate and put it in his pocket.

It turned out to be to help return a chocolate.

He silently praised Xu Jixing's "friend", he is really a polite person.

He nodded: "I will give it to him."

Xu Jixing said "hmm": "Then I will thank my friend."

"You're welcome." Cheng Yi raised his heels, as if he was ready to leave at any time, "Is there anything else? I'll leave if I have nothing to do." He still had to rush back to watch Fang Hengzhi's game.

Xu Jixing shook his head and turned to make way for him.

He nodded as a gesture, and passed the other side slightly.

But when he was about to turn the corner, the person behind him suddenly said another sentence——

—— "You said Fang Hengzhi is your wife?"

"?" Cheng Yi was startled, his footsteps became chaotic, and he almost fell.

He turned around in astonishment, and explained without any hesitation: "No, I was joking."

God damn it, these high school bullies are not very good at morality, why are they peeping on other people's fights? !

It's fine to peep, but also to eavesdrop!

I don't know how much Xu Jixing heard, Cheng Yi suddenly felt flustered and nervous after a little secret was discovered.

The conscience of heaven and earth!He really just said hello...

The thought in his heart forced him to hold on, he pursed his lips, and swore he couldn't continue.

It seems... It's not exactly hilarious.

He remembered that after Qiu Ziteng finished speaking, the words "Fang Hengzhi" and "wife" could not be separated in his mind.

The two have nothing to do with each other, they were forced to be paired by him and put together.

But strangely harmonious.

Xu Jixing narrowed his eyes and said empathetically, "Oh."

"..." Cheng Yi thought to himself that it would be better not to speak with your mouth.

He suddenly understood why Fang Heng Zhineng started beating up with this person. Xueshen is really not a worry-free thing, sorry!

As a god of learning, Xu Jixing said that he was not as stupid as Fang Hengzhi, so he just glanced at Cheng Yi jokingly, then turned around and planned to leave.

"Don't worry, I can't contact Shang Hengzhi." He said, "Go back, the competition should be almost over by now."

This sentence was spoken without beginning or end, without even a subject, but Cheng Yi understood it.

He watched the man's back disappear at the intersection, stood there silently for a while, and then trotted away.

Putting aside all the messy stuff, it's more important to rush back to watch his tablemate finish the game.

others……

talk later.

The author has something to say:

Military training is really exhausting! ! !It took me a long time to write this point...

Been waiting babes!

There are still eleven days until the end of the military training, ah, the days are so hard... TT