The object of online dating is the Bamboo Horse Movie Emperor [Athletics]

The Municipal Aquatic Center is not too close to the agreed place, but it is just within reach by subway.

It's just that Xia Lin didn't expect that there would be so many people today.

Not to mention the two barely squeezed onto the subway, the distance between people was almost negative.

If it weren't for Qiao Qisheng's height advantage and being able to help Xia Lin block some of the crowd, he would probably be the minced meat in the pie at this moment, no, it's minced meat.

After going through several ups and downs, Xia Lin was squeezed to the corner of the door, and Qiao Qisheng happened to be standing next to him, enclosing him, but this prevented him from seeing the stop sign.

"Brother, there are still a few stops..." Xia Lin wanted to look through his arm, but it was impossible to see other than human heads.

Qiao Qisheng glanced back: "There are still four stops, why do you..."

He turned around and saw Xia Lin staring at him with deer eyes, his heart stopped beating for half a beat, he licked his lips and forgot to speak.

"Brother?" Xia Lin called out, "What are we?"

"Oh." Qiao Qisheng came back to his senses, "Why did you choose such a far away place?"

"It's not far." Xia Lin smiled, "It's pretty close to the school, but a bit far from our training place."

In such a crowded environment, Qiao Qisheng could have more contact with him, but he didn't want to make him feel wronged: "I will reimburse you for taking a taxi in the future."

"Really?" Xia Lin's eyes lit up, and then he looked at him suspiciously, "Brother, you are kidding me."

"No, seriously."

At this time, Qiao Qisheng was catching up with the arrival station, he couldn't stand still for a moment, he was pushed by the people behind him, and jumped in front of Xia Lin.

He could feel Xia Lin's warm nose/breath/flutter/on/chest/front.

Qiao Qisheng: "!!!"

He wanted to get up quickly, but another large group of people squeezed into the car, and he was even snatched from the place where he stood just now.

Today, the subway is really hard for him to get through.

Xia Lin didn't know what colorful colors were in his head. Seeing his strange posture, he leaned back with his stomach in his arms, and pulled his waist in front of him: "Brother, stand over, That pose is uncomfortable."

Qiao Qisheng let out an "um" sound with his nose, and didn't dare to look down at him, but turned his body as far as possible so as not to face him.

Just persisting until he got off the car, Qiao Qisheng no longer had cramps.

At this moment, he was exercising his waist desperately in the waiting area of ​​the subway station, but he felt uncomfortable no matter what.

"Brother, should I massage for you? My technique is very good." Xia Lin stretched out his hand but was held down by him.

"No, I can do it myself." Qiao Qisheng moved a few more times, and he finally got better, "Let's go."

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Although Qiao Qisheng was in the high school, the two of them were in the same school after all, only a playground away from the junior high school.

He had been paying attention to Xia Lin, so he naturally listened to the rumors from the junior high school.

The first thing that bears the brunt is about Xia Lin.

Just because he studies well, is handsome, can swim, and has a good figure, many girls chase him without saying anything, and some boys show affection to him.

If it weren't for Xia Lin, who was not much different from when he was a child, running over to him from time to time, Qiao Qisheng really wanted to remove these obstacles with his own hands.

As for when he started to have feelings for Xia Lin that went beyond brothers, he couldn't tell.

If it had to be traced back, it might be... It started when Xia Lin was born?

At this moment, even though Qiao Qisheng was already mentally prepared, when he saw the classmate Xia Lin was talking about, the urge to clear the obstacles swept through his body again.

They were indeed classmates, Qiao Qisheng had seen them all.

But it's all girls!

The key is that Xia Lin was very enthusiastic with them, talking and laughing, and being next to him was like air.

Unable to bear it any longer, Qiao Qisheng cleared his throat loudly.

After hearing his light cough, Xia Lin immediately turned around: "Brother, is your throat uncomfortable?"

"No." Qiao Qisheng pretended not to care and looked away, thinking that he would continue to ask questions, but he didn't expect to return to their small group discussion again.

Finally, Qiao Qisheng couldn't bear it any longer, poked his head over to look, and saw that Xia Lin was still talking and laughing with them with a stack of notebooks in their hands.

He shouldn't have come.

Qiao Qisheng curled his lips: "Xia Lin, I still have to train, so let's go first."

"Oh." Xia Lin agreed casually, and then realized, holding the book and turning around, "Brother, didn't you say that you have a rest on Saturday afternoon? Do you want to practice more today?"

Although Qiao Qisheng was dissatisfied, it was not easy to show it, so he walked back with a "hmm".

Why should he, out of sight and calm in mind, if he doesn't come, he won't see.

As he was walking forward dully, he heard Xia Lin who was chasing after him shout: "Brother, you have to go and wait for me."

Qiao Qisheng, who secretly smiled, turned around for a long time, and saw Xia Lin running over with a pile of books in his hands, his hair was blown up.

He stretched out his hand to help stroke it twice, and pressed the dull hair back: "What are you running, can't you walk well?"

"Hey, it's not that you left in a hurry." Xia Lin turned her head and waved goodbye to them, "Let's go."

Qiao Qisheng was blocked again, and quickly turned his head away, then his eyes fell on the stack of books in his hand, and he asked, "What's this for?"

"Oh." Xia Lin glanced at the notebook in her arms, "This is a note I borrowed, and they want to copy it."

Qiao Qisheng looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

"Here, look." Xia Lin randomly picked out a copy and handed it to him.

Really, Qiao Qisheng flipped through two books, both of which were notes, and he could recognize the handwriting, which was written by Xia Lin.

Then he took the notebook and hugged it: "I told you to practice calligraphy when you were a child, but you didn't listen to it. I'll see what you wrote."

"It also depends on whom to compare with. I definitely can't compare with my brother, but compare with others." Xia Lin smiled triumphantly, patted his chest and said, "Then I still have more than enough."

Even so, Qiao Qisheng still couldn't let it go, he didn't want to ask, but couldn't help it, and said, "Just borrow a note, are your classmates so happy?"

"They, they did this when they saw you. Normally, they can freeze people to death." Xia Lin elbowed him, "Brother, you can do it."

Qiao Qisheng: "What can I do?"

"There are senior girls at the top and junior girls at the bottom. The teacher likes to be welcomed by the classmates. It's almost universal." Xia Lin grinned as if discovering a shocking secret and couldn't stop laughing.

Qiao Qisheng secretly clenched his fists: "You didn't miss the love letters, did you?"

Xia Lin, who was still laughing, suddenly stopped, her lips still kept the same curvature as before: "Brother, how do you know?"

Qiao Qisheng didn't return to him, he walked forward a few steps quickly, and he stopped after Xia Lin caught up, looked at Xia Lin and said without thinking: "When will you grow up?"