Xijian

Summer in Xijian is very hot.

It just steps on the Tropic of Cancer, and the sun can only shine directly once a year, but at least once a year.

Unlike Wen Shao, he has never touched the ball once in 800 years.

"Wen Shao, can you fucking do it? It's fine if you can't grab the ball from your opponent, but why can't you catch the ball from your own teammate?! Come down to me! Don't be so fucking embarrassing!"

If Zhang Chi hadn't broken his leg while playing last week, and now he can only sit in the stands and use a cane as a magic wand, he would definitely drive Wen Shao off the court.

During the intermission, Wen Shao took the initiative to ask to be replaced.He walked up to Zhang Chi, took a sip of the drink from him, and touched his nose in embarrassment: "Are I so bad at the game? But every time I play against you, it goes smoothly."

"Nonsense! Isn't it because I keep feeding you balls!" Originally, it was a pain to come out to physical education class on such a hot day, and to be forced to appreciate Wen Shao's poor ball skills. Zhang Chi was so angry that he looked at The scoreboard next to the field with a short distance spectrum said in a vicious voice, "If I can play, our class will definitely win!"

Wen Shao wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and said innocently: "I told you to rest in class, and I insisted on watching, and I got angry after seeing it."

Zhang Chi's grades in cultural subjects are extremely poor, but he is very good at sports. Only physical education class is his highlight moment, so even if his calf is broken, he has to come with crutches.

and……

Zhang Chi looked up at Wen Shao.

Every time he sees Wen Shao, he can't help but think.

Why is he so white?

Obviously they ride to and from school together every day, facing the same sky and being scorched by the same sun, only Zhang Chi is getting darker and darker, Wen Shao is still so white.

Like the white porcelain teacup that Zhang Chi's father keeps in a glass closet and never wants to use.

"It's so hot."

He didn't feel it when he was running wildly on the court, but now he stopped moving, sweat seemed to pour Wen Shao through, he lifted the corner of his jersey to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and the shiny skin on his waist was glazed Exposed, facing Zhang Chi's eyes.

Zhang Chi looked at it for a while, remembered that Wen Shao was cuddling with people on the court just now, suddenly stood up on crutches, and scolded Wen Shao again.

"Look at the ball you're playing. Your teammates almost put the ball in your arms and you can't catch it. What else do you do except keep twisting your ass?"

No matter how good-tempered Wen Shao was, he couldn't take it anymore, he threw Zhang Chi's drink on the ground: "As long as you can, you fucking crawl back to the classroom by yourself!"

Their classroom is on the fourth floor.

Zhang Chi immediately stopped his flag and drums, and said with a straight face: "Wen Shao, Xiao Shao Shao, Shao Shao baby, please help me go back~"

"roll."

In the toilet, Zhang Chi stood by the urinal and watched Wen Shao take off his clothes.

Sweaty all over in physical education class, Wen Shao planned to flush with cold water in the toilet, change out his jersey, and put back on his dry school uniform top, so that he would be much more comfortable sitting in class later.

Wen Shao threw the jersey he took off by the sink, turned on the faucet, bent down and brought his head closer.

Standing on the side, Zhang Chi looked at his bare upper body and the waistband of his white panties exposed by his bent posture.

Wen Shao is very thin, not morbidly thin, but the kind of thinness peculiar to teenagers that grow upward like a sapling, but there are places where there should be flesh, such as the buttocks.

Zhang Chi didn't understand again.

Even though the waist is so thin, why is the buttocks so up?

It's a pity that Wen Shao didn't change his pants, otherwise Zhang Chi could take the opportunity to see if he stuffed something in his underwear.

"What are you doing? Wait for me to take off your pants?" Wen Shao straightened up and turned around, wiped the water on his face, and looked at Zhang Chi suspiciously. The water droplets on the top of his head rolled down and continued along the line of his back. Sliding into the waistband of the white trousers, was sucked dry by the cotton cloth.

The flaccid Adam's apple moved up and down, and pushed his hips towards him: "You come."

Wen Shao scolded him for being crazy, turned around and continued to shower with his head down.

"According to the meaning of the question, the parameter a can be solved from the point where the derivative at the extreme point is 0..."

Can't understand, Zhang Chi can't understand a single word.

He listened hard for 5 minutes, but he really couldn't understand, he tried his best.

Mathematics is too difficult, and only a top student like Wen Shao can listen to it with gusto.

Zhang Chi stared at Wen Shao's tall nose, and suddenly had an urge to measure it with a ruler. Perhaps when Nuwa was pinching Wen Shao, she had calculated it accurately with mathematical formulas.

"Relax!"

"To!"

When Zhang Chi broke his leg and couldn't stand up, he raised his hand when the teacher called him.

"So what is the value of parameter a?" The math teacher walked up to Zhang Chi with a cold face, glaring at him through the thick glasses.

"Uh..." Zhang Chi glanced at his blank paper, he didn't know what question he was talking about.

There were snickers in the classroom, and everyone was waiting to see Zhang Chi's joke.

Zhang Chi was about to break the jar, and said he didn't know, when he suddenly heard Wen Shao covering his mouth and whispering to him: "Yes..."

Zhang Chi didn't hear it, he cleared his throat deliberately delaying time.

Wen Shao spoke again: "a is..."

Zhang Chi still couldn't hear clearly, so he moved his head slightly.

Wen Shao: "a is 1!"

This time Zhang Chi heard clearly, he raised his head and was about to answer confidently, but for some reason, his tongue suddenly got stuck halfway, and he said: "I am 1."

The whole class burst into laughter.

The math teacher flushed with anger: "Come to my office after class!"

Zhang Chi was ashamed and ashamed. From the corner of his eye, Wen Shao was covering his mouth and snickering. He became angry and stretched out his hand to pinch the itchy flesh on Wen Shao's waist. When the teacher turned around, he pinched under the table for a while, and finally had no choice but to clasp his fingers and restrain each other.

Zhang Chi held Wen Shao's warm palm, and suddenly felt that his mood was not so bad.

Summer vacation is here, but it has nothing to do with Zhang Chi. He is now a senior in high school, and he has to make up lessons during summer vacation. This should be a very painful thing, but Wen Shao will pick him up and go to school on a small e-donkey, and Zhang Chi thinks it is very good. In the third year of high school, I have to make up lessons, to make up for the dead.

"What are you dawdling about Zhang Chi? We're downstairs at your house, get out of the car quickly." Wen Shao sat in the front seat and stretched out a hand to pat Zhang Chi's back.

Zhang Chi acted shamelessly, hugged his waist, and deliberately rubbed the sweat off his face onto his school uniform: "Why so fast? It's less than 3 minutes."

Wen Shao pushed his face in disgust: "Your house is only 10 minutes' walk from the school, get out of here!"

Zhang Chi hugged Wen Shao like candy and did not let go: "My house is on the ninth floor, please help me upstairs."

"Crazy! Go take the elevator by yourself."

"Then come to my house for dinner, my parents are not at home this week."

Wen Shao gave him a pause when he pushed his movements: "Next time."

Zhang Chi felt his looseness, and continued to persuade: "Come on, come on, I'll let you try my new AJ."

Wen Shao hesitated for a moment, and got out of the car to help Zhang Chi set up his crutches: "My grandparents came to see me today, and they are all waiting for me to go back for dinner."

"Oh." Zhang Chi hopped out of the car, silently took the crutch from Wen Shao's hand, turned around and moved awkwardly towards the stairs.

Sudden.

"I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

Zhang Chi stopped and didn't look back: "Whoever wants you to pick it up, I'll go by myself."

Wen Shao ignored it and continued, "At two o'clock sharp, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Zhang Chi couldn't hold back, but turned around: "Then you have to go upstairs to pick me up."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Wen Shao rode away on a small electric donkey, and Zhang Chi entered the elevator alone with a cane, and then covered his face in the elevator and laughed like a dog, but he stopped smiling.

He invited Wen Shao several times to come and play at home, but Wen Shao refused.

If Wen Shao refuses to agree to such a trivial matter, then if he confesses his love to Wen Shao, Wen Shao will definitely not agree to it either.

There will be no physical education class in the make-up classes during the summer vacation, but the lack of physical education class can't stop the boys' desire to play.

There is 40 minutes to eat from afternoon to evening self-study, boys only need 5 minutes to eat, and the remaining 35 minutes can be played.

After dinner, Wen Shao accompanied Zhang Chihuang to the basketball court and sat down in the stands.Even if Zhang Chi can't play, he still wants to enjoy his eyesight.

When the classmates saw them, they immediately waved enthusiastically: "Come on, Wen Shao, come and play!"

Wen Shao glanced at the gloomy Zhang Chi: "Forget it, I'll accompany Zhang Chi."

The classmate joked: "Zhang Chi is not your wife, why are you accompanying him? Come and play!"

Wen Shao stood up and was eager to try.

Zhang Chi glared at him: "Don't go."

Wen Shao then shouted at them: "My wife won't let me go!"

The students laughed together and went to play by themselves.

Zhang Chi endured the laughter until his face deformed.

Wen Chi sat back beside him and sighed, "It's been two months, why are your legs still not good?"

"You don't know if you've been injured for a hundred days?" Zhang Chi leaned on the steps relaxedly, while the other uninjured leg was shaking rapidly.

Wen Shao: "How long do I have to serve you?"

Zhang Chi: "Forever."

Wen Shao: "...I will kill you right now."

It's not easy to walk with Zhang Chi's legs, so they left the stadium a few minutes earlier. When they were about to reach the teaching building, a cute girl with big eyes stopped them, stuffed a pink letter into Wen Shao's hand, and bowed her head red Face whispered, "I'll wait for you in the playground after evening self-study and school."

Before Wen Shao could react, the girl ran away in a hurry.

Wen Shao held the letter in place for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was sent a love letter.

He was about to shout at Zhang Chi, but when he turned around, he found that Zhang Chi had walked a long way with a crutch.