After coming out of the infirmary, Xiaobao no longer felt any pain, but he couldn't walk too fast, otherwise he would still feel a slight tingling sensation.
He originally wanted to walk by himself, but Li Mingyang insisted on carrying him on his back. Xiaobao had no choice but to lie on his back obediently.
"Brother Yangyang, am I sinking?"
"Not sinking," Li Mingyang said softly, "even a little light."
"I gained five pounds this holiday." Xiaobao stretched out his hand and opened it in front of him. "My face has become rounder."
Li Mingyang smiled and said, "Isn't that good? It's even cuter."
Xiao Bao noticed a bead of sweat running down his cheek, so he gently wiped it away with his hand and murmured softly, "I'm afraid that if I'm too fat, you won't be able to carry me..."
"No," Li Mingyang answered decisively, "Then I will go to the gym to train harder. If you gain an extra pound of weight, I will gain an extra muscle. So the possibility of me not being able to carry you will never exist."
Xiao Bao leaned over to his ear and laughed muffledly: "Brother Yangyang, you are too indulgent to me. If you continue like this, I will be raised into a little fat pig by you sooner or later."
"Great," Li Mingyang said, "I raised it myself, what a sense of accomplishment!"
Xiaobao pursed his lips and chuckled, lowering his eyes to stare at his handsome and delicate features. He couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart that his brother Yangyang was becoming more and more fascinating.
Most of the time, Li Mingyang was gentle, considerate, and attentive when facing him. Even if he occasionally lost his temper, Xiaobao could be coaxed easily.
According to Li Mingyang, he simply couldn't bear to be angry with Xiaobao.
According to Lu Yuxuan, Li Mingyang always got angry for a while.
Of course, this kind of treatment is only enjoyed by Xiaobao.
At home, he is a filial grandson and barely an obedient younger brother. In front of outsiders, he always looks cold and indifferent, as if he has no interest in anything in the outside world.
Especially after he grew up, his facial features became more delicate and three-dimensional, his increasingly handsome appearance was matched with an increasingly indifferent expression, and his whole body exuded an aura that kept strangers away.
But his aura is quite different from Yang Feng's. Yang Feng gives people the feeling that he is not easy to mess with just by standing there. If he looks at someone for a few more seconds, people will feel that he is about to beat them up.
However, Li Mingyang is not like this. When facing people he is not familiar with, he is simply cold and aloof, and does not make people feel scared.
However, when others interact with him, there is always an invisible wall separating them, as if that is the dividing line drawn by Li Mingyang himself, and no one can easily cross it.
So much so that over the years, Li Mingyang has only Xiaobao and his brothers around him, and it is difficult to have another one.
Xiaobao was quite worried at first, but later he just let it go.
If Brother Yangyang doesn’t want to make other friends, then he doesn’t have to. Anyway, having himself is enough for him. Isn’t it a wonderful thing for him to enjoy this love alone?
What Li Mingyang gave him has always been unique.
This thought emerged in his mind again, and Xiaobao unconsciously revealed a sweet smile on his face, and blurted out subconsciously.
"Brother Yangyang, I like you so much"
Li Mingyang froze, even slowing down his pace. He tilted his head slightly and asked, "Xiaobao, do you know what liking... means?"
"I like you because I like you." Xiaobao blinked his eyes. "I have liked you since I was a child, and I like you even more now."
Li Mingyang swallowed, and his voice suddenly tightened: "It's different, Xiaobao"
“It’s different now than when I was a kid.”
Xiaobao was stunned for a few seconds, and then asked him cautiously: "What's the difference?"
"...I can't explain it clearly," Li Mingyang whispered, "Anyway, if you like something...don't say it easily in the future, it might cause misunderstandings."
Xiaobao didn't quite understand, but still said "oh".
After that, both of them were silent, each with their own thoughts.
Fortunately, the rest of the journey was not long, and they soon returned to the school gate.
At this time, most of the freshmen had entered the campus, and the entrance was finally less crowded. They saw He Yian waving at them at a glance.
"You're finally back." He Yi'an's eyes fell on Xiao Bao's knees. "How is he? Is he seriously injured?"
Xiaobao slowly got off Li Mingyang's back and gave him a reassuring smile: "Don't worry, there's nothing wrong. Just change the dressing on time these few days and it will be fine."
After saying that, he moved around a few times, jumping and dancing.
Seeing him moving so freely, He Yian finally breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're okay, it's good that you're okay, otherwise I would feel so guilty."
"By the way, Xiaobao, have you filled out your admission form? What's your major? If not, I can help you fill it out."
Li Mingyang said with a cold face: "I'm still here, is it your turn?"
He Yi'an choked and said angrily, "I just wanted to help Xiaobao..."
"No, no, I can fill it out myself." Xiaobao pointed to the side and said, "My major is right over there. I'll go over there now."
He Yian was stunned for a moment, then became even more excited when he realized what was happening: "So you're also a freshman majoring in finance, we're really destined to be together."
Li Mingyang glanced at him and secretly complained: What a bullshit fate!
"Yeah," Xiaobao responded with a smile, "Maybe we are in the same class."
"Yes, yes, that's great," He Yian asked quickly, "So which class are you in?"
Xiaobao from "Finance Class 3" turned to look at him, "What about you?"
He Yian's eyes instantly brightened: "Me too!"
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