Xiangyang-kun, come here

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"Did you read the notes?"

He wiped it clean and lay down carefully beside me, I asked.

"I copied it once." Xiangyang replied, smiling, "Because I might not be able to memorize it all at once..."

"Ah."

The volleyball court was unusually quiet, but I couldn't fall asleep staring at the high ceiling. Turning my head, Xiangyang, who was also covered in a school uniform, stared blankly at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Me: "Where are you going in high school?"

Xiangyang was taken aback: "Ah, maybe it's Wuye? I want to go there and join the volleyball club."

"Where's Xiaohui?"

I told the truth: "I don't know. Maybe it's there. The grades are almost enough, and I'm not a special running student."

"It would be great if it was a school." Xiangyang turned sideways, smiling warmly.

"correct."

Restoration.

After lunch, lock the door and go back to class.

I sat back in my seat, and the teacher happened to be talking about entering a higher school.

"The entrance exam is coming soon—everyone tighten the rope for me! Don't be late and leave early!"

As I was listening, Tamura at the front desk quietly asked me, "Which high school is Aino-san going to?"

I just had a discussion with Xiangyang at noon, and subconsciously said: "I should go to the same school as Xiangyang."

"..." Tamura looked at me very sadly, then turned away.

The female classmate on the right also came over: "Aino, which school is it? Is it Yinkoma? I really want to go to school in Tokyo."

Me: "It's Wuye."

"The one in Miyagi Prefecture? Not bad!"

……

Until I went to the track and field club, the coach was also asking, and I answered blankly.

It is worthy of being the third country, and the atmosphere is very good.

In the afternoon, I went back with Xiangyang, and I said, "From today onwards, we will study until the end of the entrance examination."

"Ah, of course!"

Me: "So let's not talk about love."

"???"

Xiangyang's face was ashamed, miserable, and he looked at me eagerly.

I was slow to realize that the words were ambiguous: "I mean, not being together all the time is not breaking up."

Xiangyang recovered visibly with the naked eye: "Yes. That's right, what if Xiaohui regresses?"

On the way, he was even humming.

At my door, I stopped. "By the way, I didn't run this weekend. Maybe I'll start in high school."

"Yeah! Goodbye, Xiaohui!"

"Goodbye."

When I got home, my mother knocked on the door of my bedroom at night. I opened it and she squeezed in: "Look! I'll take you here to play after you finish the exam!"

She spread out a large piece of paper on my desk, it was a map of the world.

world map………

I:"?"

With my shallow geographical knowledge, I barely recognized that the place my mother was referring to was Africa, which was close to the equator, and it was the Congo by visual inspection.

Me: "It's so hot, I don't want to go."

Mom: "..."

She changed the place, "Then here!"

America, Brazil...isn't it still hot? !

Me: "Can't we go somewhere cooler?"

My mother said sincerely: "I know people from the travel agency, and they gave me discounts on these two places."

I was instantly persuaded and agreed very much: "So that's how it is, it's pretty good."

My mother immediately showed an expression that she had successfully finished drawing the pie, and repeatedly told me to keep my grades and quit.

I finished my homework, washed up and lay on the bed, thinking about it suddenly.

For Xiangyang, can you also draw big cakes for him to encourage him?The method commonly used by teachers and mothers is very useful in elementary school.

I did what I said, and I brought the world map at home after running with him the next morning and spread it on the playground.

Xiangyang came over curiously.

I said seriously: "Remember to keep your grades."

"Yeah." He looked up at me.

I started to draw big pies, pointed to Congo, then to Brazil: "Which one do you like?"

"Brazil, the territory is bigger?"

Just as I was about to speak, I realized that there seemed to be no big cakes.

It's not like taking Xiangyang with me, and maybe I won't see each other for the whole vacation - because I will stay with my mother for a long time, even if I return to China, I may play in other places.

Mom has already asked for a long vacation in advance, and she is determined to play with me.

In other words, not only do I have no big cakes, but I will also be separated from Xiangyang during the long vacation.

I stared at the map and fell silent: "..."

Xiangyang: "What's wrong, Xiaohui?"

I managed to find a cake: "... If you do well in the exam, I'll give you... I'll give you some photos of me in Brazil..."

...I can't even go on.

Me: "There are also souvenirs!"

Although I don't know what the Brazilian native product is.

Xiangyang froze for a moment, then looked down at the map.

Then look up at me.

Then look down at Brazil again.

Look up again.

I tried my best to hold my face, "...how is it?"

He must have spotted blind spots—such as the fact that we as a couple might not see each other for the entire holiday.

But Xiangyang didn't say anything, he just kept quiet for a few seconds, pointed to the map with his finger, drew a circle to accurately divide the country of Brazil, and asked:

"It's so big, where is Xiaohui going?"

I recalled it and clicked on a place: "Probably here?"

"Eh—okay, please be sure to bring me the photo!" He laughed.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah."

Next, enter the immersive learning across the board, with continuous exams, quizzes, exams, and quizzes.

The weekly diary exchange became the only thing I relax, because Xiangyang always writes very interesting, much more interesting than me.

I can only find time to write a few lines in the diary during my busy schedule. Neither he nor I write every day, and sometimes what we exchange is only a diary written one day a week.

Even so, he writes hilariously and powerfully.

***

One day in a few months.

After eating the bread at noon, I slowly wrapped my padded coat and went out.

It's winter and it's very cold.

Light snow fell from the sky, white flowers twirled and fell one by one, the air-conditioning invaded and penetrated directly into the clothes.

I walked to the door of the volleyball court, and there was a banging sound from inside.

This has been the case for several months. Xiangyang goes to bed when he is tired after playing golf. Now that it is winter, he seldom sleeps, so he just sits and reads after playing.

I push the door.

squeak-

"Xiaohui!" He stopped, turned to me immediately, and waved at me.

It's hard to imagine that he was only wearing a thin long sleeve. Last time I was so cold that I curled up into a ball, and Xiangyang also wore short sleeves.

His coat was all over me.

This time is no exception.

I didn't want to take my hand out of my pocket at all, so I just nodded and walked in.

"Is it cold?" Xiangyang smiled and walked over.

I said with a wooden face, "It's super cold."

I stopped even running in the morning in winter - it was really hard to swallow the cold wind in one gulp!

Cyclists are barely there and heavily armed.

Xiangyang laughed out loud.

He was sweating, and his whole body was steaming.

"I was wrapped up in a ball when I went out, it's just that it's hot after playing for a long time." Xiangyang explained.

I came late recently, usually when I opened the door and came in, it was time for a break, and Xiangyang didn't pick up the ball again.

I stretched out my hand, he paused, approached obediently, and hugged.

"Xiaohui has air-conditioning on her body." The hot air from Xiangyang's words sprayed on my neck.

"You are hot, I like it very much." I said, pressing my face on the side of his neck very thoughtfully.

The boy who just finished exercising is like a big stove, his heartbeat and pulse are very present, it seems to be the aftertaste after playing volleyball.

The almost frozen face was warmed by Xiangyang's skin and began to warm up.

In contrast, hands exposed to the air gradually become cold.

Xiangyang's head rested on my shoulder.

Xiangyang seems to like this kind of hug more and more from the initial stiffness to the present habit.

I didn't let go until my hands were about to freeze to death.

He sat by the window and opened the book tremblingly.

Xiangyang put on his coat, sat down, and opened the book.

Quietly, I watched as my body tilted and leaned on Xiangyang.

He was steady and didn't move.

My eyes are still reading: "I have the last game the day after tomorrow."

"Huh? Can I come?" Xiangyang asked, he turned his head slightly to look at me, his chin almost hit my forehead.

Me: "Are you coming?"

Xiangyang: "Yes. I want to come."

Me: "Okay, so you come over this morning? It's in the gymnasium."

"Uh-huh."

After a while, it was time to rest. I almost fell asleep with my head resting on his shoulder, but it was too cold and I woke up again.

I got up, put the book away, the snow kept falling outside the window, and a layer of white snow accumulated on the window sill.

I walked over and stared out the window.

Outside the volleyball court is a forest, now bare and covered with snow, with low branches.

It was white, and soon the window glass was foggy because of my approach. I blinked and drew a circle with my finger.

The boy's orange hair was reflected in the glass reflection.

Xiangyang is also attached to the glass, with a pair of cat-like eyes staring at the circle I drew, the hot air exhaled intertwined with mine, and the white mist expanded.

"Has Xiaohui decided?"

"what?"

"Go to Karasuno."

"Yeah." I drew another circle.

Xiangyang smiled, and turned to me instead: "It's good that we are in the same class."

I look at the glass: "I'll pray."

Xiangyang laughed even louder, and pressed his shoulder against mine.

I finally looked at him, Xiangyang was very close, and when I turned my head, all eyes were on him.

His long eyelashes, round eyes with slanted tails, stared at me without blinking.

Very focused and engrossed, as if my whole body and mind were captured by me.

The empty volleyball court, the snow rustling outside the window, and the cold air surrounding the whole body.

Xiangyang paused, staring at me in a daze.

In the next second, he seemed to be slowly approaching unconsciously.

The heat is approaching.

He blinked slowly.

I didn't move: "...?"

Immediately, I said directly: "What are you doing?"

Xiangyang stopped suddenly, his expression was blank for a moment: "..."

"I...I..." He faltered.

I frowned puzzled.

"Sorry, I was wrong..." Xiangyang didn't answer, and sincerely admitted his mistake, the blush that had just faded stained his face again, and he pursed his lips.

I:"?"

I'm fine?"

My hands are too cold, I rest in winter and don't sleep.

"Um... sorry, obviously I can't do this... Xiaohui is unconscious..." Xiangyang seemed to be very regretful, muttering, hugging his knees and curled up, his head buried in his arms, his ears were red and bleeding .

I sneak a glance at him.

Xiangyang seems to be retracted into the shell, without raising his head at all, it is estimated that there is a lot of inner drama now.

I cleared my throat on purpose.

He was motionless.

Ah, very good.

My hand, which was as cold as ice, quietly retracted into the hem of Xiangyang's coat, and without opening it, it stopped at the waist, between the coat and the long sleeves.

He froze for a second, raised his head, turned his head into the crook of his arm, did not speak, let me keep warm, his lips were pursed shyly, but his eyes were staring at me, quietly I watched Do not reveal the emotions inside.

A steady stream of heat.

I sat a little closer, and Xiangyang blinked.

It's so warm...it's heaven...

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The author has something to say:

Attention passengers, it's almost high school (look at your watch)

.感谢在2022-03-2320:50:47~2022-03-2420:36:14期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the landmine: the green shade and the paper man are so fragrant, I won’t eat one if it’s not cool;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：唯爱AD钙奶72瓶；未然34瓶；好不容易来一次26瓶；L果茶真好喝20瓶；懷琇5瓶；菲常悠雅、风语、一顿能吃三个饭团2瓶；想回家、读者1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!