cute and cool

Next Monday morning, Cheng Wang ran into a classmate at the school gate.

He hasn't been sleeping well for the past few days. It's not because of insomnia or nightmares, but every time he receives news from Qiao Beixin, his heart tightens, for fear that the man will say something inexplicable again.

With things in my mind all the time, I woke up earlier than usual.

Seeing Cheng Wang, the classmate said in surprise, "My God! The late king actually arrived at school 10 minutes earlier today?"

He said, looking up at the sky exaggeratedly, "Let me see if the sun came out from the west today?"

Cheng Wang: "..."

He hooked the man's shoulder, and whispered mysteriously in his ear: "Friend, do you think I'm always smiling, so I won't hit people?"

The classmate twisted like a snake in Cheng Wang's arm in a more pretentious tone, "Oh, it's so scary! It scared me to death!"

The two entered the campus arguing all the way, and the classmate suddenly slapped his head, "That's right! I'm going to buy steamed stuffed buns, and it's all your fault. I saw that you even forgot the steamed stuffed buns."

Cheng Wang frowned and pushed him, "I know how to eat, my face is almost like a bun."

The two of them planned to go their separate ways at the school gate, but Cheng Wang suddenly thought of something and stopped walking.

"Hey, wait for me, I'll go too."

Cheng Wang said, trotting two steps to follow.

When he came out of the convenience store, Cheng Wang carried a cup of tomato pimple soup and a flower roll in his hand.

It's really too early today, I went shopping and came back before it's time for morning self-study.

Cheng Wang inserted the straw.After entering the cup, he sucked on the pimple soup, and when he turned the corner into the classroom, he ran into Qiao Beixin head-on.

Class [-] and Class [-] are in the middle of this floor. After going up the stairs, turn to the left to see Class [-], and Class [-] is on the other side.

Qiao Beixin appeared here, and was about to go in the opposite direction, the purpose was self-evident.

The two looked at each other, and Qiao Beixin's gaze shifted from the plastic cup held in Cheng Wang's hand to the right hand holding the flower roll.

Cheng Wang dodged for a moment when he saw him, and unconsciously stuffed his right hand behind his back.

Qiao Beixin said hello first: "Morning."

Cheng Wang replied awkwardly: "Morning."

Qiao Beixin was still staring at his hand hidden behind, and said with a smile, "Such a small flower roll, is it full?"

As he spoke, he walked in the direction of his class, and when passing by, he threw the things in his hand into Cheng Wang's arms.

Cheng Wang hurriedly caught it.

It's a rice ball, still hot, and you can smell the fragrance of seaweed through the packaging bag.

Qiao Beixin would not have announced the content of the next day's breakfast the night before. Anyway, Cheng Wang is not picky and greedy, and likes to eat everything.

He was sitting on the seat, still holding the straw in his mouth, but he didn't suck the pimple soup into his mouth for a long time.

The taste is too bland, and you can tell that it is boiled with tomato sauce mixed with water. It doesn't have the sweet and sour taste of fresh tomatoes.

After being bitten, the flower rolls I bought were put on the table, and I lay there aggrieved.Cheng Wang's hand seemed uncontrollable, he reached into the drawer and took out the cold rice ball.

After class at noon, Qiao Beixin was about to walk across the playground to the cafeteria. As soon as he entered the gate of the playground, he heard a burst of cheers.

He paused for a moment, remembering that this class was a physical education class for Class Two.

A few girls squeezed through the gap behind them, said with a smile, "It's Cheng Wang, it's Cheng Wang", and twittered into the basketball court.

Qiao Beixin didn't wear glasses, so he could only vaguely see that there were indeed people playing under the basketball hoop.He squinted and caught sight of the exceptionally fair-skinned boy in the crowd.

But Cheng Wang was not playing.

He was naked from the upper body, holding his school uniform in his hand, with a helpless and irritable expression.

Cheng Wang has always been gentle and good-tempered, and he rarely puts such an impatient expression on his face—who would make him so angry?

The game was called timeout, and a boy standing next to Cheng Wang was at a loss.

As Qiao Beixin approached, he realized that someone had patted a huge black handprint on the back of Cheng Wang's T-shirt.

Boys are mostly active, rolling on the ground is a common occurrence when they are young, although they will be more concerned when they get older, the degree of cuteness and cleanliness is far less than that of girls of the same age.

What's more, it is common for the clothes and pants to be rubbed with dust during exercise, or even torn apart due to excessive strength.

Cheng Wang likes basketball, so it's impossible for him to be unaware of this.

But now Cheng Wang looked extremely anxious, frowning tightly.

The boy next to him said nervously, "I didn't mean to..."

Cheng Wang exhaled heavily, and tried to slow down his voice: "I know you didn't mean it, and I'm not blaming you, I didn't mean that."

He scratched his hair irritably, and said, "Forget it, I still have something to do, so let's stop beating, you can find someone to replace me."

He was still not wearing his school uniform jacket, and he had nothing else to take with him.

He just glanced at the stained T-shirt in displeasure, and tried to put it back on but held back.

His mind was in a mess, he knew how bad it would be to go back to the dormitory shirtless, but he really didn't want to wear this T-shirt.When he was struggling, a long-sleeved school uniform was thrown from above, covering Cheng Wang's head.

Cheng Wang pulled down to look, and Qiao Beixin came behind him at some point.

He grabbed the clothes in his hands, pulled a little away uncomfortably, and said, "I'm sweating all over, don't get your clothes dirty."

Qiao Beixin just raised his chin and said, "Put it on first, and then wash it for me later."

Cheng Wang hesitated for a while, then put Qiao Beixin's coat back on his body.

Cheng Wang was a bit of a clean freak, and Qiao Beixin could see it to some extent, thinking that he was just unhappy because his clothes were dirty.

"It's the end of September." Qiao Beixin pulled the zipper of the school uniform upwards, almost poking Cheng Wang's chin. "Although you will sweat when you play, you still need to wear a long-sleeved jacket. Sweating is the easiest way to catch cold."

Cheng Wang: "There is no place to put it."

Qiao Beixin glanced at the classmates around him, nodded and said, "That's right, their clothes were either thrown on the ground or taken away by their girlfriends. There is really no place to put them."

With the degree of cleanliness of Cheng Wang'ai, she would never put it on the ground.

Sure enough, Cheng Wang said, "Well, it will get dirty."

While speaking, Cheng Wang kept avoiding Qiao Beixin's eyes.

Qiao Beixin looked amused. After zipping the zipper, he stretched out his index finger and flicked the pendant on the zipper.

The school uniforms of Zili High School are carefully thought out, even a small zipper is very particular about the material, and it dangles with a sense of presence with just a light touch.

Cheng Wang glanced at him dissatisfied.

Qiao Beixin held back her smile and said, "Go back to the dormitory and change."

So, Cheng Wang wore Qiao Beixin's clothes, zipped all the way to the top, and walked back to the dormitory like a little daughter-in-law.

Like an orange with a dry skin.

Qiao Beixin was a few steps ahead, and Cheng Wang's unhappiness could be seen from the shadows on the ground.

Limp.

Qiao Beixin suddenly understood why Zhou Na always liked to tease him.

After returning to the dormitory, Cheng Wang didn't even bother to wash, so he fetched a basin of water to wash his clothes.

However, unlucky things happened one after another, Cheng Wang's laundry detergent in the dormitory disappeared.

Things in the male dormitory are always mixed, maybe some roommate borrowed it and forgot to make up.

Cheng Wang searched through boxes and cabinets for a long time, but couldn't find any other laundry detergent.

After he returned to the dormitory, he took off his coat, and went back and forth in the bathroom several times, becoming more and more irritable to the naked eye.

He scratched his hair, opened the dormitory door, and was about to go downstairs to buy laundry detergent.

Qiao Beixin hurriedly stopped him, "Hey! It's not too late to wash at night. The supermarket is so far away from the dormitory. It takes at least half an hour for you to come and go. You haven't eaten or bathed yet. You don't have so much time."

Sweat broke out on Cheng Wang's forehead, and a few strands of hair in front of his forehead were wet.He walked back irritably and sat at the table without saying a word.

Qiao Beixin also returned to the desk, stood by the side and hesitated for a while, then put his hand on his chest.bare shoulders.

"It's just sweaty fingerprints, it's easy to wash."

"...I know it's easy to wash."

After a while, Cheng Wang looked calmer, and he said softly, "I'm just..."

He closed his eyes hard, and clenched his hands on his lap into fists, "When I was living with my mother, every time she got dirty, she would..."

He fell silent in the middle of the sentence, not only because he didn't want to recall the painful past again, but also because Qiao Beixin's hand on his shoulder suddenly exerted force.

... In the past, those damp hair roots after physical education class, and those clean clothes that smelled good every day, turned out to be the stress reaction left by that indelible past, left by Cheng Wang.

Qiao Beixin let go of her fingers dejectedly, and then squeezed her palm tightly.

Cheng Wang is slightly hunched, his figure in the transitional period between a boy and a man has not yet fully stretched out, but he is carrying so many unknown pains.

"I can't change it...I change clothes every day. When I have physical education class, or when it's the hottest summer, I always have to go back to the dormitory to do laundry..." Cheng Wang leaned forward on the desk, his forehead against the edge of the table Side, said painfully, "I can't change it."

He leaned on the table, his back was straight even when he was in a particularly fragile state of mind.

Because of this movement, the neck was pulled into an uncomfortable angle. Qiao Beixin looked at it for a while, then stretched out his hand to press there.

Below the fingers are several hard bones.

He said, "If you can't change it, don't change it. It's okay, Xiao Wang."

He reached out and ruffled Cheng Wang's hair on the back of his head, and comforted him in a low voice: "The big deal is to spend more laundry detergent, it's fine."

Qiao Beixin looked around in the area of ​​the dormitory that belonged to Cheng Wang.He opened the closet and asked, "Did you bring the clothes here recently?"

Cheng Wang pulled himself together and replied, "Yes."

Qiao Beixin said "Yes", and took out a hooded sweater and handed it to him, "Go take a shower first, and put on your clothes quickly."

When he said this, Cheng Wang also felt cold.He took the clean clothes and held them in his hands, raised his head and said "thank you" to Qiao Beixin.

Cheng Jing just bought some new clothes for his little brother not long ago, some of them were stuffed into the closet without even picking up the packing bags.

Qiao Beixin rummaged around, took out a brand new dress, and discussed with Cheng Wang: "I unpacked this dress for you, is that okay? I need a bag."

Cheng Wang scratched his head, not understanding what he wanted the bag for, but he nodded anyway.

Qiao Beixin shook the bag away, and reached out to pick up the T-shirt that had been thrown on the table earlier, "Believe me, it's just a black handprint, and it can be cleaned by washing it casually."

He folded the dirty clothes and stuffed them into the bag, then took back his long-sleeved school uniform and wrapped the bag inside, "I'll return you a clean one tomorrow."

Cheng Wang:! ! !

Cheng Wang's face turned red: "No no no no no no——"

Qiao Beixin smiled and said, "Why didn't I know you were still a stutterer before?"

Cheng Wang: "..."

What the hell? !

Qiao Beixin turned and walked towards the door, and waved his back to Cheng Wang, saying, "I won't have dinner with you today, I'm leaving first."

Cheng Wang hurriedly chased him out, but Qiao Beixin stretched out his hand to stop him as soon as he reached the door.

He glanced at Cheng's chest from the air, and said half-warningly: "Clothes."

Cheng Wang choked up and hid behind the door.

"Okay, let's take a shower and eat."

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