Chapter 32 Liu Duanhe didn't look at him, her eyes lowered...
Liu Duanhe didn't look at him, but lowered his eyes and looked to the left to avoid the shallow puddle. Their arms were forced apart, but neither of them let go or lifted their hands.
"When are you going?"
Their shadows silently converged and intertwined.
Liu Duanhe smiled knowingly, "Why did you agree first and then ask? What if something comes up that day?"
Feng Xingyun remained calm and unfazed, saying, "I haven't arranged anything else during this period except for the final exams."
Liu Duanhe nodded regretfully, "Okay, the meeting is next Sunday. We need to go to the gymnasium in the morning. Our swimming team will meet at the school gate at seven o'clock."
"Are you going to ride with me, or take a taxi by yourself before the competition starts?"
Feng Xingyun felt that he could still get up at 6:30. He would try his best to go to bed early the night before and prepare his clothes for the next day in advance.
"Let's go together in the morning."
He said it so casually. Liu Duanhe raised an eyebrow at him and teased, "You usually sleep in late on weekends when you don't have classes. You're making such a big sacrifice just to watch my game. Looks like I'll have to go all out."
Feng Xingyun gripped his hand tightly, feeling a little embarrassed. His expressionless face flushed slightly as he changed the subject, "Do you need me to carry your bag during the competition?"
Liu Duanhe followed up, "Um...the bags are all in the changing room, we don't need them."
Chatting as they walked, the time to get back to the dormitory didn't feel so long. The only thing was the biting winter wind. Liu Duan and his exposed face were both pale from the cold. However, his other hand, which was outside, wasn't cold because it was held in Feng Xingyun's hand.
He struggled slightly, and could almost feel Feng Xingyun's hand freezing. After hesitating for a moment, he pulled it out.
Feng Xingyun instinctively grabbed back, but Liu Duanhe didn't refuse his hand. Did she like him too? Or was she just teasing him and didn't refuse? Or did she just see him as a friend?
He slowly let go of her hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Liu Duanhe put his hand into his pocket. His hand still retained his warmth, and he felt empty inside. He didn't dare to force it. Liu Duanhe was the first person he had ever liked, and he had no idea what to do or how to pursue her.
Liu Duanhe also felt a strange sensation in his heart. Perhaps it was the first time he had received physical warmth since childhood, and the unexpected and abrupt arrival of it after growing up left him with no joy, only a subtle feeling.
In the latter half of the session, they only discussed the course content, and unanimously chose to use a cover-up to conceal the undercurrents beneath.
It wasn't until the dormitory became quiet and dark that Feng Xingyun belatedly realized that even though several hours had passed since they held hands, he was still smiling, and his heart was pounding fast whenever he thought of Liu Duanhe.
After thinking and weighing his options along the way, he realized that he was blinded by his own involvement and had entered a dead end. Liu Duanhe was not really good-tempered. For example, Chen Xingdong had been pursuing him for so many years, but he had never seen them have any physical contact.
So there's only one possibility: Liu Duanhe also has feelings for him, or even likes him!
Feng Xingyun couldn't sleep at all.
When Liu Duanhe woke up the next day, he saw him with dark circles under his eyes, looking disheveled and handsome, which perfectly matched his cold and stern appearance. He couldn't help but take another look at him.
Feng Xingyun remained conflicted until Saturday, not daring to confess his feelings. He was worried that if there was a misunderstanding, he might lose even his friendship with Liu Duanhe.
stadium
Liu Duanhe came out after changing into his swimming trunks, with a white bath towel draped over his upper body, revealing his well-proportioned and slender physique.
After being in a daze for several days, Feng Xingyun fixed his eyes on him, his brows furrowed.
really.
The audience erupted in a continuous, deafening scream after Liu Duanhe appeared on stage.
He handed Liu Duanhe water and a towel, his strong, muscular physique, like a Greek statue, fully exposed. At this moment, Liu Duanhe did not have his usual smile on his face; his lips were pursed into a deep red, and his delicate features were fully revealed, full of seriousness and composure.
Feng Xingyun's senses told him that this was Liu Duanhe's true self: solitary, taciturn, earnest, and silent, before he had undergone any polishing or refinement.
As soon as he entered the water, he leaped out as nimbly as a fish, going further than others. Every inch of his taut muscles moved with the fluidity of the water.
The coach standing next to Feng Xingyun was praising him and saying to him with a hint of pride.
"My student, in terms of natural attributes, is 187 cm tall barefoot, which is not bad, but his legs are too long, which is not very suitable for swimming. However, his personal efforts and intelligence make up for this."
If his family hadn't absolutely refused to let him become an athlete, and if it weren't for his age, I really would have been tempted to impulsively send him to training.
Feng Xingyun listened intently, his eyes never leaving the pool.
"He has a good personality, is very suitable for the team, and is well-liked. He's the one who brought in well-known brands to sponsor our swimming team and helped us connect with various competitions. Look at his popularity; I feel that very few people dislike my student."
The coach, with a sense of pride, put his hands behind his back and chatted with Feng Xingyun.
He listened intently to these things about Liu Duanhe that he didn't know. Suddenly, a sharp, piercing whistle rang out. He strode forward, grabbed Liu Duanhe's hand in the coach's astonished gaze, pulled him up with him, and threw off the towel draped over Liu Duanhe's wet body.
The coach muttered in surprise, "Didn't you hear me just now?"
Liu Duanhe signed up for several projects, and the last project was also the last session in the afternoon.
By the time they finished taking photos after receiving their awards and came out of the stadium, it was already 7:30. Although they had prepared high-calorie foods to replenish their energy, these snacks that ensured their physical strength could not compare to the satisfaction of a hot meal.
After the race, of course, came the usual celebration banquet. A day of competition was a double test of physical and mental strength for everyone, and after getting on the bus, everyone was basically exhausted.
Liu Duanhe couldn't bear to disturb them, so he drove them to the restaurant chosen by the group vote, a well-known Cantonese restaurant.
As soon as they entered the lobby, a delicious aroma wafted over them, which perked them up. They then noticed that there weren't many people around, even though this restaurant was incredibly popular online and could be considered a celebrity hotspot.
Liu Duanhe said at the right moment, "Everyone is very tired today, so I have ordered the whole menu for each table. If there is anything else you want to eat, or if you want to eat something else after you have finished eating, please add it yourself."
His voice trailed off with a teasing tone, and he wore a cheerful smile. "I'm so happy to have won an award today. I'm giving you guys a chance to rip off a big spender. Don't miss this opportunity!"
Everyone knew about his family's wealth; after all, the luxury car he rode in when he entered school had never been a secret from them. They cheered and exclaimed excitedly, "Captain is so generous!"
A few others, feeling embarrassed to take advantage of Liu Duanhe, privately paid him during the meal. Liu Duanhe knew this was bound to happen, so he skillfully deflected their questions to reassure them.
Liu Duanhe certainly wouldn't keep doing this. If he kept throwing money around, he would become a sucker. He's never been wrong about the saying "a little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment." So Liu Duanhe didn't want to challenge human nature, as it didn't align with his instinct to hate risk.
Occasionally doing it once in a while is the most profitable approach. It can win favor and build reputation without making enemies or raising a bunch of parasites.
They were all young students, and most of them were curious about alcohol. They ordered quite a lot of drinks, and Liu Duanhe also drank some.
Feng Xingyun, on the other hand, could be considered an alcoholic. He didn't stop drinking from the moment the food was served, downing one cup after another.
Liu Duanhe picked out a new pair of chopsticks, put some of his favorite dishes on his plate, and said gently, "Eat your food first; drinking alcohol alone will make you drunk easily."
Feng Xingyun seemed to be stunned. He grunted and finished the food that Liu Duanhe had picked up. He stared into Liu Duanhe's eyes without saying a word. His dark eyes were fixed on him, his chest rose and fell quietly, and his hot breath was incredibly hot. Even though he was sitting in a crowd, he did not get close, but Liu Duanhe could vaguely feel his temperature.
He gazed at her gently with hazy, drunken eyes, like a soft spring dream, a gentleness that was the complete opposite of Feng Xingyun's usual expressionless face.
Liu Duanhe suddenly felt that the scene was familiar, as if he was drunk and not very clear-headed. He gently probed, "Are you drunk?"
Feng Xingyun shook his head and said firmly, "No, I'm not drunk."
If Feng Xingyun said he was drunk, Liu Duanhe wouldn't believe him. But he's saying he's not drunk, and you can't trust a drunkard, so Liu Duanhe believes he's drunk.
He blinked his left eye like a wink, leaned close to Feng Xingyun's ear and said, "Should we slip away first, ignore them, and go out to play by ourselves?"
Liu Duanhe felt like he was going crazy, but he had already asked Secretary Wei to arrange for the swimming team students to be picked up and dropped off. What did it matter if he got drunk?
If he hadn't gotten drunk again and had continued to restrain himself, who knows what would have happened to him?
Feng Xingyun opened his mouth in surprise. He was really not drunk, but he now felt that Liu Duanhe was really drunk, and he wanted to be like him. So he could say without hesitation, "Okay, let's sneak away."
His voice was ethereal and dreamlike, as if it came from a dream. Feng Xingyun couldn't believe it was his own tone. Since he had grown up, he had never spoken in such a gentle and slow tone.
Before they knew it, their heads were close together, whispering to each other.
The swimmers got drunk even earlier than the others. Liu Duanhe and Feng Xingyun, being from wealthy families and frequently attending various banquets, easily outdrank these newbies who hadn't even graduated yet.
They didn't notice Liu Duan and Feng Xingyun going out together at all.
Slurring their words and blushing, they lay sprawled on the chairs. The other guys, who weren't as good at it and had no energy left to deal with the two who seemed perfectly fine, were enthusiastically playing the simplest truth or dare game, their eyes fixed on the unlucky guy who had lost but didn't want to play the dare, and was sulking and chugging his drink with a bitter face.
Liu Duanhe had never been so childish before; he was still smiling as he left.
His eyes were brighter than ever before, not like those of someone who was drunk.
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