When he returned to the classroom, the bell for class just rang. Yu Lin sat restlessly for the entire class and did not dare to pass him a note. It was not until the end of the get out of class that he received definite news from Yu Qirong that he returned to his original arrogant and idle self.
Yu Qirong attended the class seriously, but it was all knowledge he already knew, which made him a little drowsy, so after the get out of class he lay down on the table, ready to have a good sleep.
Everyone in the class was very quiet. Yu Qirong could almost only hear the sound of his own breathing. But not long after, a sound of footsteps suddenly appeared. The footsteps passed by his seat but did not move forward. Instead, they stayed where they were.
"What's wrong with him? Is he sick?" Tang Xingjin asked.
Yu Lin saw Tang Xingjin looking at him with his dark eyes, and then he realized that Tang Xingjin was talking to him, "...No, I must have been sleepy during class."
Yu Qirong raised his head upon hearing the voice and looked at Tang Xingjin who came to him inexplicably to show his concern. He was relatively white, so it was easier for him to be marked than others. Just now, when he was lying on his arm, a red mark was added to his forehead, and some fine silk prints of the school uniform could be seen.
He frowned slightly and looked at Tang Xingjin with confusion and doubt.
Tang Xingjin's throat tightened, and he opened his mouth to find an explanation for his inexplicable question: "I noticed that you don't usually make up for your sleep, so I thought you were not feeling well today..."
Yu Qirong curled her eyes, propped up her head with her right hand, tilted her head and smiled at Tang Xingjin, "You still care about me."
Tang Xingjin pursed his lips, his eyes showing some nervousness and helplessness, but he did not turn around and leave in anger.
Although Tang Xingfei, the younger brother, also has that cold temperament, he is much cuter than his brother.
Yu Qirong took back the idea of teasing him and waved his hand, "Okay, I was just talking casually, don't take it seriously... But I'm very happy that you care about me so much."
Tang Xingjin nodded, said nothing, turned around and went back to his seat, then took out his cell phone and casually sent a message to the anxious person over there, saying "He's fine", and then he no longer cared about the person's life or death and turned off his phone.
Although Lu Zichu tried various ways to get into Yu Qirong's circle, due to the joint targeting of Su Tang and Tang Xingjin, he now even had no reason to go to Yu Qirong with questions.
The only way to get in touch with Yu Qirong was through the shot put competition.
When Xia Sheng came to him with the registration form, he had just casually written down the name of a project. He didn't expect it would come in handy at this time.
When Yu Qirong was about to go home in the evening, Tang Xingjin proposed to go with him, using the excuse that he heard that the surrounding area was not very peaceful recently and he was afraid that it would be dangerous to go alone, so it would be better for them to travel together.
Just as Yu Qirong was about to agree, Su Tang came over and heard what the two people said. He then joined them: "Let's go together, the three of us. I'm going this way too."
Wouldn’t it be a bit crowded for three people?
Yu Qirong glanced at the two people in embarrassment. Lu Zichu suddenly appeared from behind and said, "Qiqi, I have also signed up for the shot put competition, but I am not very good at it yet. Can you please teach me some tips or something?"
Yu Qirong's eyes lit up, and he used Lu Zichu as a shield and agreed immediately.
For a moment, the atmosphere between the three people was somewhat tense. When Lu Zichu was stared at by two sharp eyes, he raised the corner of his lip provocatively.
In this copy, there are only two players, him and Yu Qirong. These people who look imposing are just NPCs.
Yu Qirong didn't notice the undercurrent between the three of them. When he was halfway there, he found that no one was following him, so he turned around and called Lu Zichu, "Didn't you say we were going to practice shot put? Let's go to the playground."
Lu Zichu didn't bother to continue staring at the others. He bumped his shoulders into the two men from left and right and managed to squeeze out from the gap between them.
Everyone else left, and the classroom fell silent for a moment. The two people left behind did not exchange glances or words, but packed their bags and left the classroom one after the other.
The lights were on in the playground, and the high-power incandescent lamps made the entire playground as bright as day.
As the sports meet was approaching, many people who wanted to practice and prepare stayed on the playground. Yu Qirong brought Lu Zichu to the sports props room. There were no lights here, and they could only rely on the light from outside, so it seemed a bit dark.
Lu Zichu looked at the dark place and thought that he might have some unexpected physical contact with Yu Qirong. Unexpectedly, Yu Qirong just stopped at the door and pointed to a place for him: "The shot put is over there, go get two."
Lu Zichu paused, "Aren't you going?"
Yu Qirong frowned, "I have a bit of claustrophobia, I feel stuffy when I go in."
Lu Zichu twitched his lips: "..."
Bullshit claustrophobia. Last time when we were doing a dungeon together, didn’t you and Tang Xingfei have a good time in that greenhouse?
Seeing that he hadn't come in yet, Yu Qirong looked annoyed. He rubbed the sole of his shoe on the spot and asked in a bad tone, "Do you still want to learn how to throw the shot put?"
Lu Zichu walked in resignedly, groping in the dark for a long time, and was urged by Yu Qirong who was outside. As a result, he was so flustered that he dropped the football, basketball and volleyball on the top and they fell all over him. Although it did not cause any actual harm, he just felt a little unlucky.
Yu Qirong heard the sound of thunder and banging from outside, and casually asked, "What happened? Are you hurt?"
Lu Zichu touched each ball back one by one, and his hands were covered with dust. He rubbed the dust off, and when he heard Yu Qirong's perfunctory concern, he suddenly felt that it was nothing. He shouted back: "Nothing, I've found it!"
Yu Qirong: "Okay, then hurry up, it's a bit cold at night."
Although he didn't know why Lu Zichu suddenly became emotional, Yu Qirong still spoke a few more words to him for his sake.
Lu Zichu finally found the shot put in the dark and followed Yu Qirong to the shot put venue.
How would I teach him, step by step?
Lu Zichu couldn't help swallowing his saliva, his eyes were filled with excitement and excitement that he didn't realize. He just opened his mouth and found that his throat was hoarse from excitement. He had to clear his throat before asking, "Okay, start teaching me."
Yu Qirong nodded, walked to the side, picked up the shot put with one hand, then walked to Lu Zichu and threw the shot put casually. Lu Zichu quickly caught it with both hands, held it in his arms, and then watched Yu Qirong walk to a position a little further away from him.
Yu Qirong tilted his head to look to the other side, signaling Lu Zichu to throw it quickly, "You throw it."
The plot he imagined didn't happen at all. Lu Zichu's face didn't look very good. He held the shot put in his arms, and the strength of his fingers squeezing the shot put gradually increased. "Didn't you promise to teach me the technique of throwing the shot put?"
Yu Qirong nodded blankly, and then said as a matter of course: "But I don't have much to teach you. I just rely on my strength... But I know that practice makes perfect. If you throw it a few more times, you might learn it. Well, maybe you can even get second place."
"Why is it second?" Lu Zichu was confused for a moment after hearing Yu Qirong's words.
Yu Qirong nodded at himself and said, "Because I will definitely be the first, so, come on, and try to get second place to bring honor to the class."
Lu Zichu: “…”
His eyes were so gloomy that tears almost came out of them. He used almost all his strength to throw the shot put. He threw it with all his might, and the shot put drew a beautiful parabola in the air, and then landed steadily less than half a meter away from Lu Zichu's feet.
Lu Zichu: “…”
Yu Qirong: “…”
"It seems like you really need to practice." Yu Qirong looked at Lu Zichu's throw and showed an expression of "there are people who can only throw this far". He bit his cheek in embarrassment and said with great sorrow: "Why don't you try not to get the last place, but the important thing is to participate. No one in the class should scold you."
Every word expressed doubts about Lu Zichu's shot put skills.
Lu Zichu had to put all his energy into the shot put, and before Yu Qirong felt sleepy, he finally managed to throw a decent result.
"That's enough. I'm going home to sleep." Yu Qirong yawned slightly. He felt a little angry at this student who didn't seem to be very motivated.
But at the same time, he was a person who was particularly good at adjusting his mentality, so this anger quickly turned into drowsiness.
Lu Zichu put down the shot put panting, stretched out his five fingers and looked at his palm. He never thought that this hand could destroy an entire copy of the game NPC, but could not conquer a small shot put.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yu Qirong immediately decided to cut off ties with him: "If you want to practice again, that's fine. I'll go back first. See you tomorrow."
After saying that, he put on his schoolbag, turned around and was about to leave.
When Lu Zichu saw his back, his eyes suddenly turned red. He quickly walked to Yu Qirong and grabbed his wrist. Yu Qirong was caught red-handed before he could dodge, but then he frowned and shook off Lu Zichu's restraints.
He pulled his sleeve and looked at the place where it was pulled. The white streak and the black dust were quite obvious. Yu Qirong immediately became unhappy and frowned and complained to him: "If you have something to say, just say it. Why do you have to do it? Don't you know how dirty your hands are?"
Lu Zichu used some force when he grabbed him, but he was easily thrown away by Yu Qirong. This had nothing to do with the fact that he had no strength left in the shot put just now, but the difference in strength between Yu Qirong and him was too great, which proved that he would never be able to force Yu Qirong to be with him.
Lu Zichu clenched his fists and looked at Yu Qirong, who was still frowning. An impulse suddenly surged in his heart, and he said, "Yu Qirong, stay with me."
Yu Qirong was rubbing the dusty spot on the clothes, and when she heard Lu Zichu's sudden words, she paused, as if she was completely stunned.
When Lu Zi first saw Yu Qirong's reaction, he felt that there was hope.
Yu Qirong's previous status was too high, and no one dared to say this to him. Even Tang Xingfei was pursued by Yu Qirong. Lu Zichu felt that his biggest advantages were his good looks and his enthusiasm and initiative.
In other words, Yu Qirong had never experienced the feeling of being pursued fiercely or chosen firmly.
"Well, that..." Yu Qirong hesitated for a moment, and suddenly remembered the way he handed Tang Xingfei a love letter in his dream, and then asked him: "Have you prepared the love letter?"
"?" Lu Zichu was just about to recite his own manuscript at length, such as how to have a crush on someone, how to pursue someone, and other touching stories, but he was interrupted by Yu Qirong's question.
He suddenly had an idea and thought of the mysterious object that Tang Xingfei mentioned in the previous copy. Could it be a love letter?
It’s a pity that Yu Qirong can’t answer his question now.
Lu Zichu's heart suddenly started beating fast, and he felt that he was not far from receiving Yu Qirong's love letter.
"If I'm prepared, will you agree?" he asked cautiously.
Yu Qirong knew from his tone that he was not prepared, so he breathed a sigh of relief and answered him vaguely: "I'll think about it."
"Okay, I'll write it tonight." Lu Zichu promised.
Yi Qiao "Okay." Yu Qirong smiled slightly, then turned around and walked away quickly as if escaping.
He wanted to change his target, but he preferred to be proactive. This passive feeling scared him a little, and he even subconsciously wanted to avoid it.
Yu Qirong thought as she walked, maybe she just liked the feeling of being unable to be loved, the feeling of pursuing others.
But thanks to the dream, he now thinks that writing a love letter is indeed the best way, it is subtle and not easy to get hurt. But next time he will learn from the lesson in the dream and quietly put the love letter in a place where the target can see it, not in front of him.
Thinking of this, Yu Qirong walked out of the school and just as he walked onto the path he used to take, he felt that there seemed to be some people around him watching him, but he couldn't see anything when he looked carefully. There were no people on the path at night, and even few cars were parked.
He remembered the dangerous rumors that Tang Xingjin had mentioned and quickened his pace a little.
When Yu Qirong passed by a car that looked very expensive, he couldn't help but slow down his pace. When he got closer, the window slowly rolled down, revealing a pair of particularly familiar eyes.
Yu Qirong was completely stunned. He stopped where he was, his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.
Those eyes were like cold stars hidden in the deep black sky, and they seemed to contain many emotions, but they were suppressed in the dark color and could not be expressed. Yu Qirong felt as if there was a heavy stone in his chest, pressing him so hard that he could not speak.
But when the car window was rolled down completely, revealing the man's full appearance, Yu Qirong was even more stunned.
This was a completely unfamiliar face, very ordinary, even the type that would be hard to find in a crowd. Apart from those eyes, Yu Qirong could not find any other part of it that matched his aesthetic taste.
"Excuse me," the man began, "what can I do for you?"
Yu Qirong came to his senses and realized that he was staring at other people's cars too much, so others had to roll down the window to ask him if there was anything wrong.
He waved his hand and quickly replied: "No, I just... think this car is very cool."
The man still looked at him with those eyes and thanked him in a very calm and distant tone: "Thank you, I think so too."
Yu Qirong nodded randomly and continued walking forward.
He slapped his face as he walked, trying to wake himself up, but those eyes were too familiar. They were somewhat similar to Tang Xingfei, but more like Tang Xingfei than Tang Xingfei.
Yu Qirong couldn't describe that feeling, he just felt it was mysterious.
Tang Xingjin is Tang Xingfei's younger brother, so it's understandable that they look alike, but the man just now had a pair of Tang Xingfei's eyes exactly like his... unless he is Tang Xingfei and Tang Xingjin's father.
As soon as this thought came up, it was suppressed by Yu Qirong.
How is this possible? The ages alone don't match.
Forget it, it’s just a chance encounter on the roadside. Maybe you won’t see it tomorrow night. There’s no need to make yourself anxious about these things.
Yu Qirong tried to convince herself that she dreamed of those eyes again when she climbed into bed at night.
It is deep, dark, and cold, like a cold pond deep in the forest. It makes people feel mysterious at first sight, and at the same time, they want to explore it, while at the same time, they feel a chill that penetrates into their bones.
But Yu Qirong still wanted to find warmth in this cold weather. He attached himself to the warm and dry body, vigorously absorbing the heat he depended on for survival, and used all his strength to chase and release.
The next day, Yu Qirong hugged the quilt and fell into deep thought, trying to comfort herself that she was in adolescence and this phenomenon was completely normal...
Has he reached this point? They only met once, but he has such a dream at night?
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