Chapter 10

After the National Day holiday, those in the third year of high school continue to read and learn to write papers, and those in the second year of high school are normal classes.

As the school sports meeting approached, every class in the first and second grades of high school began to get restless, with slogans flying all over the sky and shouting loudly. Every afternoon, I rehearsed the square formation on the playground.

Xingcheng's school team is also busy with training, but he still took time to go out to be a flag guard for the school. Ning Xi couldn't participate in the third year of high school. As soon as he finished the paper in the afternoon, he looked up and looked out the window and saw Xingcheng standing in front of the flag guard formation.

Xingcheng was wearing a uniform with a tie and shirt, white gloves on his hands, and a corner of the red flag. His hair was longer. He stroked it with hair gel, and his steps were extremely steady and he followed the rhythm of the slogan. He was full of ambition.

The layer of glass in Ning Xi's heart seemed to have been knocked by Xingcheng with a small hammer and kept knocking it. It could cause cracks and was about to be broken and fell to it.

There were a few people following the flag guarding the flag, and Ning Xi looked like everyone was walking.

Before the evening self-study starts at 7 o'clock, each class in the third grade of high school had to send someone to the printing room to get the papers. The liberal arts and science subjects were staggered. Ning Xi walked through the science class classroom and did not look at Ying Yuchen.

The third year of high school is on the fourth floor, the second year of high school is on the third floor, the first year of high school is on the second floor, and there are printing rooms on the second and third floors, but it is on the other end of the corridor.

Ning Xi only found out after getting off the stairs that he had to pass a corridor before he could get to the printing room.

He stood at the stairs and thought for a while, and vaguely remembered that Xingcheng classroom was also on this floor.

Ning Xi is considered a celebrity in the school. He stood at the entrance of the stairs and the corridor of the second year of high school that had just finished evening self-study was much quieter, and a few girls inevitably ran out of the classroom to see him.

Today, he was wearing a school uniform, holding a pen and a form for collecting test papers. The long sleeves of the school uniform were rolled up in circles, not affected by the noise of get out of class after the second year of high school. His eyes were always staring at the front and did not look at any of them.

Ning Xi walked halfway through the corridor, and once he passed Class 3 of the Liberal Arts Department in the second year of high school, he saw Xingcheng.

Xingcheng was standing at the back door of the classroom, wearing short-sleeved shirts, and had not changed his shorts, surrounded by a group of boys, leaning against the frame of the back door, raising his eyebrows at him.

Today, I wore a sports wristband on my hand, and the color was the same as the wristband he gave Ning Xi.

Ren Mei looked at Ning Xi and then whistled, and the back of her head was patted by Xingcheng: "Don't brag!"

Xingcheng saw his brother stop and continued to lean against the door to look at him. A group of boys next to him also looked here, nodding and saying hello: "Brother Xi..."

At that time, Ning Xi felt that if conditions permit, Xingcheng would probably dare to move a soft chair in the middle, and each of the younger brothers next to him sent a fan. When he arrived at the door of the liberal arts class, he would start fanning.

Xingcheng saw that the brothers next to him greeted him and shouted: "Brother."

Ning Xi nodded, quickly shifted his gaze, and continued to walk towards the printing room ahead in a mess.

As soon as he left, Xingcheng commanded the group of boys to do whatever they should do. He also heard that he was going to come down to get the papers in his third year of high school, so he just stood in the back door and waited. Maybe he could really meet his brother.

I really want to come to get the test papers every day in my senior year.

At his age, he wanted to look like he was in front of Ning Xi at any time. He was cool at any time and could make him feel the heat.

Ning Xi walked, and the second-year high school students in the corridor were very consciously giving way to the third-year high school students, and several third-year high school students came one after another.

After getting to the printing room and getting the papers, Ning Xi finally stopped being watched by so many people. He breathed a sigh of relief and recalled the way Xingcheng looked so stinky, standing at the back door and greeting him.

Only Ning Xi himself knew that the table paper in his hand was twisted by himself.

The bell rang in the first class. Ren Mei and the others smoked cigarettes from the toilet, went back to the classroom, sat next to Xingcheng who had not gone, and gently pushed him: "Do you miss your brother?"

Xingcheng was so worried that he put his chin on his arm and sighed on the table: "I think I was a little stupid just now."

Ren Mei tried to comfort him: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm just like this even when I first started to have sex."

Xingcheng nodded, opened the exercise book and looked around, feeling that he didn't want to do his homework tonight. He turned around and looked at the camera, coughed, and quietly said to Ren Mei: "I'll sleep for a while, and wait for Lao Zhang to give a lecture later, you call me."

Ren Meite is loyal: "No problem, go to bed, brother!"

Xingcheng slept on his tummy with his eyes closed, covering the book on his face.

When he woke up, he was ignited by Lao Zhang. Xingcheng woke up suddenly when he was sleepy. He quickly stood up, looking energetic, and the whole class stared at him.

Lao Zhang held the teaching stick, and his voice and expression were harsh, and knocked on the podium: "Xingcheng, tell me, what should I choose for this question?"

Ren Mei, who had slept five minutes later than him, woke up and immediately flipped through the book. The two of them sat around them with poor students, and they didn't know what they asked, but they had to ask how many pages they turned to first.

Lao Zhang stood up stupidly without hesitation, staring at Ren Mei’s book, and reminded him: “Twenty-one pages.”

Ren Mei said "Oh" and hurried to see one of their brothers with excellent grades. The guy was sitting in the front row, and he was also turning around, with a very anxious expression. He gestured at Ren Mei frantically and made a "correct" gesture.

The front was thousands of feet away from the seat guarding the water dispenser in the back row. Ren Mei couldn't see clearly. She faintly felt a little. When she felt hot, she whispered to Xingcheng: "Choose C."

Xingcheng is not vague at all: "Choose C!"

Lao Zhang was also not vague: "Xingcheng, this is a question of judgment."

Who should I blame? The only thing I blamed is that the "correct" gesture looks too much like the letter C from a distance.

As Xingcheng wished, there were a few girls in Ning Xi and his class who were missing the papers and didn't get them. He took the information and went to the printing room.

But it was not the end of get out of class. Ning Xi came down just after halfway through the first class.

There should be no one in the corridor. He was in a hurry. Before he could walk a few steps, he saw Xingcheng standing by the window of their class. He was tall and big. He held a math exercise book in his hand and lay down by the window to do it.

Xingcheng really never thought that Ning Xi would suddenly come down, pass by for the second time, and see his embarrassing appearance.

This time he didn't take the initiative to say hello to Ning Xi, and just stood there like a flagpole, hiding the math exercise book behind him.

Xingcheng nodded and looked serious.

Ning Xi held his hands behind his back, just like the leader's inspection, and stopped.

Ning Xi's eyes were sharp, and he saw the top of his head as if he was scrutinized, and said lightly: "There's a fight."

Xingcheng pulled the collar of the jersey that was wrinkled into a ball and immediately denied: "No."

Ning Xi said again: "Early love."

Xingcheng glared: "Impossible!"

If you fall in love early, you will fall in love early. If you are someone else’s little girl and boy, forget it.

Ning Xi glanced at the teacher who was teaching in the classroom and Ren Mei who had been secretly glancing at the window. He guessed a little in his heart and sighed: "Listen to the class well, I'll go to the printing room first."

As soon as he walked, he took out the math exercise book, lay by the window and stared at Lao Zhang who was teaching in the classroom, and suddenly felt that he was not so embarrassed.

Just as Ning Xi talked to him, Xingcheng wrote two pages in one breath, and didn't even look at the formula on the blackboard.

At night, Xingcheng was waiting for Ning Xi to go home, but the wind was getting colder that night.

In the entire second year of high school, you can just wear a short-sleeved person alone and grab the coat from Ren Mei directly, and put it on until the third year of high school.

Xingcheng twisted the school uniform into strips, tied Ning Xi's neck, and wiped his brother's smooth forehead: "It's cold outside."

Ning Xi was indeed frozen, and even his heart was frozen when riding a bicycle.

He carried his schoolbag and tied Xingcheng's clothes around his neck. After walking a few steps, he saw Xingcheng's white lips, pulled the clothes and pulled them on his back: "Take them."

Xingcheng was thrust: "I'm in good health..."

Ning Xi shook the school uniform open, held it, and said coldly: "I'm in poor health? Put it on."

The person I like is carrying a piece of clothing and urging you to put it on quickly, or because I care about you...

Xingcheng felt that even if Ning Xi gave him a bikini today, he would have to wear it on this street.

He put on his school uniform and took the opportunity to catch Ning Xi's hand and touch it. As soon as he held it, he felt very cold.

Ning Xi's ears were red, and she was about to pull her hands back, but Xingcheng held her tightly and bewildered, "A man's hands are cold, which means kidney yang deficiency and heart is still weak. I will buy you some Codonopsis and drink it..."

Ning Xi doesn’t care whether to buy Codonopsis or not, but now he feels that it is unlikely to lose weight according to his heartbeat speed.

Xingcheng rubbed Ning Xi's palm and said, "How hot my hands mean I'm special..."

Ning Xi opened his mouth to stop him from being hooligan: "Stop."

Xingcheng shut up and carried his schoolbag to the front to block his and Ning Xi's hands.

Two boys who came home from school were wearing school uniforms, walking shoulder to shoulder in the street night of Chengdu in October, putting their hands together, warm and warm, covering them...

The wind blows at night, no one can see it or hear it.

Only Ning Xi could hear it himself, and his breathing was a little rapid.

Similarly, only Ning Xi's hand could be seen by Xingcheng himself, in his schoolbag in front of him, holding with him.

It's also good to hold hands when it's cold.

It's so hot, I want to think about it.

...

There were not many people in the classroom of the third-year liberal arts class during the break, and Ning Xi caught a pen and was writing.

After finishing the last major geography question, Ning Xi rubbed his slightly sore wrist, stood up, and prepared to collect the geography homework assigned by the evening self-study last year.

There are a few days left in the school sports meeting. A team from the third year of high school will play against the second year of high school. The school team will be dismantled and will be used to fight the grade.

There are several months left before the college entrance examination. The school also considered efficient learning and decided to give the three-day sports meeting one day to the senior high school students. This day was used to allow the senior high school students to participate in collective projects.

After the school team training in the afternoon, Ning Xi also planned to go to the venue, so he could not embarrass the senior year.

Although he is not sure whether he can win Xingcheng now, that kid is no longer as easy to deal with, but now he has to add a man to the court, and it is no problem to tie him to a draw.

Ning Xi went to the blackboard to write a notice, and after a while, he handed over all his homework. He counted twice, and after confirming that it was correct, he walked towards the office with his arms around.

He walked to the door of the senior high school office and knocked on the door. A teacher shouted "Please come in". Ning Xi pushed the door open and went in. The teacher saw that it was him and said, "You geography teacher went to the senior high school office. It seems that something happened."

Their grade geography teachers are familiar with computers and often ask for help when they have something to do. They are also kind-hearted. Ning Xi often encounters him not sitting in the office, which makes him feel normal.
To be continued...