why are you pretending to be B

"Ah, yes."

Zhang Xue stared at the sudden Liang Song, and was taken aback.

"Is it delicious?" Liang Song took the biscuit naturally and asked with a smile.

"I haven't eaten it, it should be...not bad?" Zhang Xue looked at the biscuit in Liang Song's hand, then looked in the direction of Su Lesheng, hesitating to speak.

"what happened?"

"It's okay." Zhang Xue bowed her head and took out the last cup of milk tea from the bag, "Thank you for today's matter, I just bought it, don't be disgusted."

"This is your intention, how can I dislike it?"

Liang Song conveniently stuffed the biscuit into his pocket, took the milk tea, but didn't drink it.

"That..." Zhang Xue looked in Su Lesheng's direction again, seeing that Liang Song had no intention of standing aside, so he had nothing to say, "You played well today."

"Thank you."

Liang Song smiled, and exchanged pleasantries with Zhang Xue.

They chatted very speculatively, as if Su Lesheng didn't exist.

It was precisely because of this that Su Lesheng realized something belatedly.

Liang Song is actually very popular, as long as he is willing, there will be no shortage of people around him who want to approach and help him.

It's not because of Su Lesheng.

Su Lesheng laughed at himself, and suddenly felt that his game was very boring, and it was even more boring standing here now.

"I've wanted to try this new flavor for a long time, but my mother won't let me drink it, saying that if I get fatter, I'll become a real ball." Jiang Hao took a big sip of milk tea, interrupting Su Lesheng's thoughts, "you comment, Am I fat?"

Su Lesheng didn't answer.He stuffed his cup of milk tea into Jiang Hao's hand, raised his head and poured down the remaining half bottle of mineral water.

Or mineral water to drink.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Hao noticed that something was wrong with Su Lesheng, and said worriedly.

"Brother Su, we are really convinced this time." Jia Yaoxiong walked over with his two brothers in disgrace, and interrupted Jiang Hao with a strange expression, "What do you want us to do, please tell me."

Su Lesheng ignored them and walked under the shade of the tree.

"Hey, brother, why are you ignoring us?"

The three hurriedly followed.They didn't really concede defeat, but the flag set before the start of the game, everyone in the two classes heard it, and it would be unreasonable not to express it.

"Go, go, go find Liang Song." Jiang Hao saw that Su Lesheng was in a bad mood, so he waved them away.

"We want to find him too, but isn't he busy... Hey, Brother Su, where are you going?"

Su Lesheng walked towards the bathroom, even Jiang Hao was left behind.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, in short, he was in a bad mood, as if something was stuck in his heart.

He wanted to go to the bathroom alone to calm down, but it didn't work out, a basketball fell in front of him, blocking his way.

Su Lesheng raised his head annoyed, and saw Yin Jiashu's flamboyant and gloating smile.

"Little dumb, the person you like has had their beard cut off, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Su Lesheng didn't understand why Yin Jiashu was so obsessed with the wrong perception that "he likes Liang Song".He didn't bother to explain, and wanted to go around Yin Jiashu, but he was relentlessly stopped.

"Did I hit your heart? I didn't mean you, you little mute, if you really can't see it, you can go up and declare your sovereignty. What's the matter with sulking here?"

Su Lesheng couldn't bear it anymore, he raised his foot and used a skillful force to hook up the basketball on one side. Before Yin Jiashu had time to see his movement clearly, he saw that the ball was already smashing towards him.

He subconsciously raised his hand to pick it up, but his mouth was numb from the shock.

"You're getting more and more tempered? You haven't played enough, I'll accompany you..." Yin Jia held the ball and smiled, and suddenly saw Su Lesheng frowned and rubbed the side of his waist, "What's wrong with your waist?"

Nothing.

Su Lesheng put down his hand rubbing his waist and wanted to leave, but his arm was caught.

"Did you get injured while playing just now? Let me see."

Yin Jiashu forcefully lifted the hem of Su Lesheng's clothes.Instinctively, Su Lesheng bent his elbow and struck in his direction, but he unexpectedly flipped the hem of his clothes during his movements.

"You are hurt?!"

Jiang Hao, who hurriedly chased after him, yelled in surprise, Su Lesheng froze, and pulled down the hem of his clothes in a concealed manner.

"Did someone hurt you when you were playing just now? Such a big bruise, doesn't it hurt you? Why didn't you make a sound?"

Jiang Hao stepped forward anxiously and distressedly to help Su Lesheng: "Go, I'll take you to the infirmary."

No need to.

Su Lesheng shook his head to indicate that he was fine, pushed Jiang Hao away, got up and walked towards the bathroom.

It's class time, and the public toilets are quiet.Standing in front of the scaled mirror, Su Lesheng took a few deep breaths, carefully lifted the hem of his school uniform, and looked down.

There was a palm-sized bruise on the left waist, superimposed on the scars from the boxing ring that hadn't faded away and the old scars from the past, black and purple.

He stretched out his hand and pressed it, but it didn't hurt, but the skin was a little itchy.He just stretched out his hand and rubbed it, why was it that Yin Jiashu found out?

Su Lesheng pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

This discomfort is not physical, but psychological.It was difficult for Su Lesheng to describe this feeling clearly. If he had to say it, it was probably similar to grievance.

But he himself can't remember how long he hasn't felt this kind of emotion, what is it for this time?

After much deliberation, Su Lesheng couldn't think of a reason.He sighed and put down the hem of his clothes, and decided to wash his face and calm down first.

The cold water flowed out from the faucet, and the water vapor blurred Su Lesheng's vision.As soon as he felt better, the water stopped without warning.

Su Lesheng's heart skipped a beat.He opened his eyes, and in the foggy sight, a bony hand was holding the faucet.

"Does it hurt?"

Liang Song's voice was very gentle, but the woody smell strongly invaded Su Lesheng's senses.As if some kind of weird switch had been turned on, Su Lesheng's unhappiness grew exponentially with Liang Song's arrival.

He instinctively straightened up and stepped back, but bumped into Liang Song's warm and firm chest.

The smell on Liang Song's body became stronger and stronger, and Su Lesheng suddenly had a feeling of being teased.With a fever on his face, he looked down at Liang Song's arm propped on the sink in annoyance.

Liang Song chuckled and let go.

So Su Lesheng was able to escape from the space of an inch in front of Liang Song.He sorted out his expression, tried to make himself look emotionless, and typed on his mobile phone.

【What are you doing here? 】

[Come to find you. 】

Liang Song made several gestures to Su Lesheng unskillfully.It took Su Lesheng a few seconds to realize that he was signing himself.

【How do you do this? 】

"You learned from reading, are you doing well?" Liang Song's eyes brightened, as if he was waiting for Su Lesheng to praise him.

【Go away. 】

"you're not feeling OK?"

【No. 】

[Why don't you continue chatting with Zhang Xue? 】

Su Lesheng didn't want to talk too much at first, so he couldn't help but add something.

Liang Song was taken aback.

He laughed again, his dark eyes looked at Su Lesheng's crimson color from the end of his eyes to the roots of his ears without blinking.

Su Lesheng's heart beat uncontrollably.He saw Liang Song approaching him step by step, and the woody fragrance in the air around him was becoming richer at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost making it hard for him to breathe.

"Did you smell anything?"

What smell is it on you?

"sour."

Su Lesheng became more and more puzzled.The desire to escape became more and more vivid in his heart, but his body couldn't move even an inch, and his hands and feet were weak.

"Are you jealous?"

……what?

Su Lesheng didn't know why Liang Song said such words inexplicably.He turned his head away to ignore people, but his red ears became more and more exposed.

"Didn't I just snatch your biscuits? The jealousy of eating biscuits really belongs to you." Liang Song didn't seem to realize what Su Lesheng was thinking.He shook his head and smiled, and pushed the milk tea and biscuits on the sink to Su Lesheng.

"Here, I know you like to eat. I didn't move a bit, so I gave it to you."

Su Lesheng: ...

scared to death.

He thought...

[Liang Song. 】Su Lesheng typed dumbfounded.

"Ok?"

[I am 17 years old, not seven. 】

"I know, brother." The smile on Liang Song's lips and the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious, "You hit your waist just now, does it matter?"

【fine. 】Su Lesheng was dazed by the title "brother", and his ears started to feel hot again.

"Small it so hard and still say it's okay? Let me see."

Su Lesheng subconsciously refused, but Liang Song didn't intend to ask for his opinion at all. He stretched out his hand to press him by the sink, and reached out to his waist with the other hand.

Su Lesheng stretched out his hand to stop him in panic, but he was a step slower.

As soon as his waist became cold, his slender waist was exposed in front of Liang Song's eyes.Su Lesheng's face turned red instantly, and he wanted to struggle, but Liang Song grabbed his hands.

This posture was already very unfavorable to Su Lesheng, once his hand was imprisoned, he would be completely unable to use his strength.

He could only let Liang Song look at him.

The expression of the person in front of him was full of concentration that shouldn't be there at this time, which made Su Lesheng feel even more ashamed.

He turned his head with trembling eyelashes, not looking into Liang Song's eyes.

Usually he couldn't see it, but now Liang Song realized that Su Lesheng was thinner than what he saw in the ring, but he didn't look skinny.Probably because of punching, his waist is tough, and the muscle lines under the white skin are smooth and beautiful, along the protruding hip bones and disappearing into places that cannot be seen.

Liang Song's Adam's apple rolled, his eyes dimmed for no reason.Pointing to the horrible bruise, he asked in a slightly sandy voice, "Why are there still injuries under the bruise?"

[I made it before. 】

Su Lesheng's heart trembled, he gently pulled his hand out, and signed to Liang Song.

"When did you do it?"

【Can not remember. 】

His expression dimmed, and the slippers, clothes hangers and belts that those strange men slapped on him many years ago came into his mind along with the sound of beating and cursing, sending chills down his spine.

"Does it hurt?"

Liang Song looked at those scars.They seem to have been severely whipped by something and left behind without proper maintenance.It looks like it has been healed for several years, blending with the new flesh and blood, becoming an indelible mark.

[I don't remember either. 】

That's right, Su Lesheng didn't feel pain.

Liang Song sighed, and his tone became more and more serious: "Then what about these new injuries?"

It was brought in the boxing ring, but Su Lesheng didn't want to tell Liang Song.

Inexplicably, Zhang Xue's figure appeared before his eyes again.She was wearing a school uniform, her black hair was neatly tied up, she looked clean and fresh, and she knew at a glance that she had a warm family with a good environment.

In contrast, fighting/black boxing in the Universal Building seems so unbearable.

Su Lesheng didn't know why he wanted to compare with her, he only knew that he was being compared.

In school, he was rarely compared to others.

He is not happy.