I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

Chapter 19

"A hooligan?"

Zhong Xun was squatting, Chu Tingdong's slender fingers were still pulling on the drawstring of his hood, his head was hooped, it might be too stuffy, his cheeks were suffocated, and his ears were getting hot gradually.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Xun said dully with his lips pursed a little red.

He can't say what's wrong, but it's very wrong. Why is this person like this? Sometimes he's bored, and sometimes he's flirtatious.

What decent person would say such a thing?

Those Danfeng eyes with deep and long tails stared at him, he sensed the imminent danger, and even felt that he should not continue chasing him, could he really deceive Chu Tingdong?

He suddenly became suspicious.

But there was no way, he couldn't find a more suitable big grievance than Chu Tingdong.

If he had sex with other men, Zhong Zhonglin might be so angry that he would slap his face and break his legs.

But that's it at most, but if he has an affair with Chu Tingdong, Zhong Zhonglin will never get a good night's sleep in his life.

This temptation is too big.

But he is not a puppy, a stinky idiot, who is he calling a canine?

In the evening, Zhong Xun followed Song Yijin to the Internet cafe. He turned on a computer to find out what was wrong with Chu Tingdong's legs, and even looked up many videos of Chu Tingdong's previous matches.

The news on the Internet is very limited. After Chu Tingdong retired, he rarely gave interviews. In the few interviews, he only mentioned the injury without any specific circumstances.

Zhong Xun stayed up all night and found nothing.

"Brother Xun, do you still have to fill up the ice?" Song Yijin played games with him all night, almost passed out from sleepiness.

His face, which was already dark, now looked as old as 20 years old. When he turned his head and saw Zhong Xun, he stayed up all night, his cheeks were pale and beautiful, and the corners of his eyes were reddened, adding a sense of vulnerability.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun stretched his waist, raised his head, met Song Yijin's resentful eyes, and asked inexplicably, "What are you looking at?"

"I wait for mortals to bring shame upon themselves." Song Yijin was envious and jealous.

Zhong Xun really looks too much like his mother. Song Yijin saw her once when he was in junior high school. No wonder he could be a model. At the first glance, he almost thought he was seeing some glamorous star.

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Ice class started this month, and Pan Yu's ice rink was too worn out, so Zhong Xun had to go over to help from time to time.

He can always meet Chu Tingdong staying in the ice rink...doing his homework, maybe because he thinks this place is deserted and clean, and the environment is better than the milk tea shop and fried chicken shop near the school.

"I remember that this tyrant learns figure skating?" Song Yijin, who was helping at the side, saw Chu Tingdong and asked Zhong Xun in a low voice.

"What memory? Didn't you post in the group before? Said he was Yue Jiayue's younger brother." Zhong Xun suspected that he was in the way, and asked him to stay away. "I won the World Youth Championship, so it should be awesome?"

"Then he really doesn't skate now?" Song Yijin showed a regretful expression, "You have to practice this thing since childhood, right? It's miserable, and it's wasted after more than ten years of suffering."

Zhong Xun remembered the beating he had received at home before, patted his head, and said sourly: "He is a master of the stars, he is well served, and he needs your sympathy."

After saying that, he left.

But in the evening, when he was skating on the ice rink, his mind was full of Chu Tingdong staring at the ice rink.

And the one that pulled him before said to Zhong Zhonglin: "It will be broken."

He felt that Chu Tingdong was too much against him, he hated this kind of person the most, otherwise he would try his best to fight against him, ignore him, then he would be able to take revenge without any psychological burden, or treat him better , don't be hot and cold all day long.

"Uncle Pan," Zhong Xun couldn't hold back, and went to harass Pan Yu, "Do you think I can learn figure skating?"

"You?" Pan Yu rolled his eyelids and waved his hand, "Stay where it's cool."

In fact, when Zhong Xun was young, Pan Yu wanted him to try figure skating. He was skinny, with long legs, good flexibility, and a little bit of talent, so he might be a good candidate.

But Zhong Xun couldn't bear the loneliness of training, and he ran away within a few days, so he had to give up.

Now that it’s all over, if you want to get good results in figure skating, you must learn boy skills, so what else is there to learn?

"Why do you look down on people, old man?" Zhong Xun was dissatisfied, and squatted next to his rattan chair, and began to play tricks, "Can you teach me? Teach me a simple move, but it looks awesome Kind of."

It's a beautiful idea.

"I'm an old bone, and my heart is still bridged. I can't teach you, so go away." Pan Yu hurried away, "Why don't I let my son teach you when he comes back next weekend?"

"Alright." Zhong Xun was not picky either.

Pan Yu's son, named Pan Yuan, is also a student of figure skating, but he is not talented enough. After several years of skating, he failed to reach the threshold of world-class competitions, so he did not continue. Now he has entered university and is only a freshman.

Anyway, it was more than enough to teach him.

Chu Tingdong found that Zhong Xun was always sneaky lately, he barely listened to his ears in class, scribbled a few numbers on the draft paper, and disappeared after class.

I didn't bother him anymore.

He thought that Zhong Xiaogou was holding back some bad idea. After school on Saturday evening, he passed by the ice rink, but saw Zhong Xun walking with a boy.

Zhong Xun hurriedly ran to buy fried ice, and then handed the boy a bowl.

Familiar flattery.

"Your force is not right, it's too easy to sprain your feet," Pan Yuan took it, and said to him, "I didn't have the foundation to practice since I was a child, and now I can do double axels. It's not bad. I don't want to be impatient. You really want to practice. I'll figure it out for you."

"Thank you Pange." Zhong Xun praised generously.

"Anyway, I'm idle." Pan Yuan said with a smile.

Chu Tingdong drooped a cigarette in his eyes, not knowing what the boy said, Zhong Xun turned his head and smiled at him, jostling and jostling on the side of the street, and finally the boy put his arms around his shoulders.

Hook shoulders.

It's an ambiguous and intimate gesture.

In fact, Zhong Xun doesn't smile very much. He doesn't have much expression in school, or he is cold-faced when fighting with others, or angry, wronged, and forced to cry.

No wonder, it turned out to be a change of target.

For more than half a month.

As soon as the bell rang during the big class break in the afternoon, Zhong Xun got up to leave again, but he was stopped by someone. He copied his pockets with both hands, leaned against the table as if he was too lazy, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"At the art festival at the end of the month, it's the last chance for the senior year to perform on stage. Teacher Xu asked someone to record the rehearsal and performance." Bai Sui grabbed his school uniform, "Don't go, go over and do me a favor."

Bai Sui is the cultural and sports committee member of the class, and has been looking for someone to rehearse the performance during this time.

"Why are you looking for me?" Zhong Xun was a little annoyed. He wanted to push her away, but he couldn't touch the girl's hand. "Old Xu wants to take pictures so much, so he can carry the camera by himself. What does it have to do with me?"

He really didn't want to go, he was ordered by Xu Chunhong when he was a sophomore in high school, so he was dragged in the school, unable to escape even if he wanted to.

A place like school doesn't suit him, he can't stay for more than a month, or he will feel uncomfortable all over.

"Even if you don't want to take pictures," Bai Sui's expression was indescribable. "You have to go to the rehearsal. The school arranged for our class to sing the school song. You can choose whether you want to sing on stage or take pictures."

"Uh..." So fucking annoying.

Does he dare to sing and anyone dare to listen?

"At the same table," Zhong Xun patted Chu Tingdong's shoulder with a swollen face, "I'm going to carry the equipment, if you also go to the rehearsal, take a seat for me, I will sit next to you."

Chu Tingdong turned his pen indifferently and ignored him, so Zhong Xun assumed that he agreed.

He carried the camera and the tripod, went to the school auditorium to fix the seat, and several classes came one after another, only to realize that Chu Tingdong didn't care about him at all.

Chu Tingdong sat at the outermost position in the aisle, so it was convenient to leave the venue. The rehearsal had already started, the headlights in the auditorium were turned off, only the stage light remained, and his facial features were submerged in the dim light and shadow.

The other side was full of people, and there was no seat reserved for him.

"Is there anyone like you who is an older brother?" Zhong Xun was videotaping beside him, complaining in a low voice, "Where should I sit now?"

Pan Yuan also graduated from No. [-] Middle School. Xu Chunhong asked him to come over to help, and he followed him to move equipment for Zhong Xun. He didn't hear what was in front of him, so he heard Zhong Xun ask where he was sitting, and thought he was asking him.

He scratched his head, "After the recording is over, shall we go to the last row? It's just a bit crowded."

"All right." Zhong Xun said.

Pan Yuan was so bored that he couldn't help but hook his shoulder and talk to him.

The auditorium was noisy, so we got very close to our ears.

Zhong Xun felt that he had met too many homosexuals recently, and was delirious by being gay.

It seemed okay to hug the boy, but he was so awkward for a moment that he wanted to swing Pan Yuan's wet and sticky arms away.

Zhong Xun unscrewed the lens cap, adjusted the focus, raised his hand to tie up his messy half-length hair, pursed his lips, his side face was beautiful but indifferent, Pan Yuan suddenly closed his mouth.

The rehearsal went on for more than two hours and the rehearsal was not over yet. Zhong Xun hammered his leg, and reached out to touch Chu Tingdong's shoulder. "At the same table, bring me a bottle of water."

But he touched it intuitively, and didn't touch his shoulder, his fingertips coolly touched the side of Chu Tingdong's neck, and he poked it with a hesitant hand.

Chu Tingdong frowned, grabbed his wrist hard with his knuckles, and stuffed a bottle of water into his palm.

Zhong Xun turned it on and wanted to drink it, but when he thought that Pan Yuan had no water, he still expected Pan Yuan to teach him figure skating, so he pretended to be polite, "Brother Pan, are you thirsty?"

"Thank you." Who would have thought that Pan Yuan would not be polite to him at all.

Zhong Xun could only be dumbfounded.

He turned his head to look for Chu Tingdong again, but Chu Tingdong pressed his brows coldly, and did not respond to his calls.

Seeing that the last round of rehearsal was about to come, Zhong Xun felt pain all over his body, and sat down on the armrest of Chu Tingdong's chair with his head slumped, only then did he realize that Chu Tingdong was too indifferent to him today, right?

How did he get into this thing?

The actors on the stage ended, and the entire auditorium suddenly fell into brief darkness.

Zhong Xun anxiously wanted to poke Chu Tingdong's neck again, but after he poked it, he realized that the touch didn't feel right, it wasn't the cold, slightly sweaty skin just now, why was it so soft?

When the light came on slightly, he lowered his head, only to realize that there was no shadow of the moody gay, and he poked Song Yijin's face.

"Damn you," Zhong Xun suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at Song Yijin, "you're playing hooligan? When did you sit here?"

He quickly turned his head back, poked his head to look around, only to find that Chu Tingdong had changed to the last row at some point.

It is diagonal to his side, separating the entire auditorium.

"I'm late, Xueba said to give me the seat," Song Yijin shyly held his heart and said aggrievedly, "Besides, you touched me first, you stinky hooligan, who is playing hooligan?!"

Zhong Xun: "..." Excuse me.

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