Ding Xuerun felt dizzy for a moment.
His cheeks were hot, and he was still jumping - it was self-evident where his head was pressed by Lou Xuan. Ding Xuerun was stunned for a moment, his usually calm mind suddenly seemed to be cut off, and he didn't move for a while. When he recovered, his first reaction was to grab a textbook and slap Lou Xun on the head.
He was still sane and didn't use any force, and the book fell to the ground.
As a result, Lou Xuan covered his head and let out a "hiss", as if in pain: "...Xiao Ding, why did you hit me, ah, it hurts so much when you hit someone."
Ding Xuerun's face was flushed, and she glared at him panting, "Why do you think I beat you?"
Of course Lou Xuan knew why, but he didn't know: "Why are you blushing?"
"Don't talk to me."
Ding Xuerun turned around to do the question, Lou Xuan bent down to pick up the book on the floor, and carefully pushed it onto his desk: "Your book, don't be angry, I... just kidding." He touched his head.
Lou Xuan never made such jokes with anyone, but his brothers who played basketball with him would do this when they were frolicking in the changing room, but no one dared to make fun of Lou Xuan. Lou Xuan often watched them push people to the crotch, but he never did it, and he felt disgusted by everyone.
Ding Xuerun let out a sigh of relief: "Don't make such a joke next time, really."
Lou Xun almost wanted to say, "Do you think I'm stinky? I don't think I despise you." But he didn't say it, but just said in a low "um": "No... no..." He took it from the table. He picked up a book and put it on his lap.
As if to cover up something.
Ding Xuerun caught a glimpse, but said nothing, and stretched out his hand to put the winter school uniform hanging behind the chair on his back: "Don't catch a cold."
Because of the competition, Ding Xuerun suddenly became busy.
Because Chen Zhibang paid close attention to Ding Xuerun recently, he found that Lou Xuan, who was supposed to share a dormitory with Ding Xuerun, didn't go back to the dormitory every day—he probably lived outside.
He believes that students like Ding Xuerun should not deal with students like Lou Xuan, as too much contact will have a bad influence on him. The last time Ding Xuerun reminded him to go out from the back door of the school, he got into the car at the back door, and the car went around to the front door. Chen Zhibang saw Lou Xuan and his younger brothers in front.
After self-study at ten o'clock, Chen Zhibang saw Ding Xuerun walking back to the dormitory alone with his schoolbag on his back. He followed quickly, and asked, "Ding Xuerun, where is Lou Xuan?"
"do not know."
"Isn't he in the same dormitory as you?"
Ding Xuerun thought he was going to make a report again, so he said sternly, "Well, he usually comes back late."
He went back to the dormitory and changed clothes when he heard someone knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Ding Xuerun had this dormitory all by himself, Lou Xuan only came back on Thursday, and today was Monday, so he couldn't come.
A male voice came from outside: "It's me, Chen Zhibang."
Ding Xuerun turned off the light a little, and then opened the door, only opened a small crack, and asked him, "What's wrong with the school committee?"
"Is Lou Xuan here?"
"He's in the toilet." Ding Xuerun said, "What can you do for him?"
"No, I'm looking for you." Chen Zhibang looked embarrassed.
"What are you looking for me for? What are you asking Lou Xuan for?"
"I think you figured out the value of a for this afternoon's question of filling in the blanks. I haven't, so I want to ask you how you did it. Shall we go to the study room on the first floor?" After he finished speaking, he paused, "And , I know Lou Xuan doesn't live in the school, so don't worry I won't sue."
Ding Xuerun didn't speak, and stared straight at him, a little cold.
Chen Zhibang was inexplicably frightened, and his expression became more and more embarrassing: "I'm telling the truth, I think it's better for you if he doesn't live in school, so that you won't be spoiled by him." For this reason, it is impossible for him to sue this time .
Ding Xuerun shook his head, feeling that this person was not sensible at all. But he still let go of the tightly pressed door, and explained: "Lou Xuan is very good, you just don't understand." After that, Ding Xuerun found the test paper and draft book from his schoolbag, and then pulled it into the dormitory with a "bang". Door: "Let's go to the study room."
Chen Zhibang is not bad at mathematics, even if he can't solve some problems, he is also the type who can understand everything. After Ding Xuerun explained the two questions to him, Chen Zhibang felt more and more that he was very good, too good. In the subject of mathematics, he seldom admired anyone, but now he actually felt like adoring him.
However, Ding Xuerun still has a very alienated relationship with him as a classmate. He can communicate about academic matters, but not about other things. Chen Zhibang wanted to talk to him about Lou Xuan several times, and he felt from the bottom of his heart that Ding Xuerun should not get involved with that kind of student.
But he knew that they were good friends, so he was meddling in his own business, so he, who loved to complain, forcibly kept his mouth shut.
At the end of December, it was getting colder and colder. The school distributed a batch of sports equipment to encourage students to play badminton, table tennis, or skip rope during recess.
Ding Xuerun doesn't like to move very much. He is used to sitting in the classroom after class, holding a hot water cup to do the questions. However, Lou Xuan is very active. Right after the first class, he dragged Ding Xuerun forcefully: "Xiao Ding, let's go play badminton, three missing one."
Ding Xuerun is working on the questions. He has done a lot of questions recently, and he is still doing the competition questions live broadcast at night. Many people watching the live broadcast are stunned. They asked him what he wrote and why he couldn't understand the questions at all.
However, only part of those who watch him do homework live are for learning, and most of them just enjoy the "pleasure" of watching others do their homework. Watching others do their homework and doing it themselves will be very efficient.
Ding Xuerun was not very good at playing badminton, and said, "I can't, I won't go, you guys can play."
"No, no, you're lazy when you get up." Lou Xuan tugged him first, but walked behind him without any tugging, and put both arms directly through his armpits, "If you don't get up, I'll carry you away .”
He took Ding Xuerun up from his seat and almost pulled him into his arms. Ding Xuerun leaned against his chest helplessly. Lou Xuan half hugged and dragged him out of the classroom.
"Okay, okay, don't hug me, I'll go by myself." Ding Xuerun left the classroom, feeling that this was not appropriate, so she let Lou Xuan let go.
Lou Xun didn't let go, but hugged him again, hugging his whole body with his feet suspended in the air in a posture of hugging from behind, and then put it down, rubbing his palms on the top of his long, forgotten hair One: "Why are you so light and thin."
Their Class 4 classroom is on the first floor, and only a few badminton courts have been set up outside. The big bald head drove the others away fiercely: "Our eldest brother is coming to play, you go to other places."
Ding Xuerun followed Lou Xuan to the field, and saw a big bald head standing opposite the net, and another idle boy, who was also one of Lou Xuan's many younger brothers, who had a pair of protruding ears and was nicknamed Piggy. There was also a referee beside him, and Ding Xuerun knew that he was a senior in high school.
"Lou Xuan," Ding Xuerun gently tugged at his cuff, "What should I do if I don't know how to fight?"
"It's okay." Lou Xuan picked out a badminton racket with the best feel for him, "I'll score the points. You can see which way the ball is going, and run in that direction. It doesn't matter if you can't catch it. I'm here."
Lou Xun has good motor skills, and Ding Xuerun has no talent in this area at all, but Lou Xun doesn't dislike him. After all, he has a good brain, and his talent is all about his brain.
Lou Xuan dragged him out to play badminton, not to let him assist, but just to let him exercise, not to be so lazy, always sitting on a chair.
The big bald head plays badminton with great strength and tricky angles. He is a badminton master. However, he meets Lou Xuan, an athlete with excellent sprint speed and jumping ability, and quickly opens the score.
Ding Xuerun didn't catch a ball at first, but he kept running on both sides. His body gradually became hot due to exercise. After several rounds of running, Ding Xuerun was tired, bent over, and panted with his hands on his knees.
"Xiao Ding, you are not in good health, why are you starting to breathe?" Lou Xuan walked to his side and patted his back: "Tired? Do you want to drink water?"
Ding Xuerun panted and nodded.
Lou Xuan called a timeout: "I'll go get some water."
He quickly fetched some warm water, using Ding Xuerun's transparent glass with a heat-insulating sleeve on the outside.
Lou Xuan unscrewed the lid, and held the water cup to Ding Xuerun's mouth: "I took some cold water, it's not hot."
Ding Xuerun drank some water with his hand.
Lou Xuan's three younger brothers were dumbfounded, and thought that taking care of their deskmate was like taking care of an old mother, and they were really considerate.
Piggy said: "Brother Xuan, I want to drink water too."
"Drink a fart, want to drink water and don't know how to pick it up?"
Piggy: "..."
Lou Xuan asked Ding Xuerun to serve the ball twice, and the preparatory bell rang.
After collecting the badminton, the two returned to the classroom, but the teacher hadn't come yet. Class 4 students consciously started to preview, and the class representative walked up and began to read the text.
A neat recitation sounded.
Ding Xuerun's hands were dry. He took out a tube of hand cream from the side pocket of his schoolbag, and when he squeezed it on the back of his hand, he accidentally squeezed too much.
"Lou Xuan," Ding Xuerun stretched out his hand, "I'm too crowded, do you want it?"
Lou Xuan felt a little disgusted: "No, my good mother."
"Forget it." Ding Xuerun just spread a little of the hand cream and dipped half of each hand, Lou Xuan said, "What does your hand cream smell like? Is it milky?"
He vaguely remembered touching Ding Xuerun's hand several times, and it smelled like milk.
Ding Xuerun shook her head: "It's not milk, it's shea nuts."
Lou Xuan asked again: "What kind of fruit is Shea?"
Ding Xuerun glanced at him and said annoyedly, "Do you want it or not?"
"Okay, okay," Lou Xuan said reluctantly, "Then give me some...but you wiped it away..."
Ding Xuerun couldn't help but said, "Give me your hand."
Lou Xuan obediently stretched out both hands, and Ding Xuerun wrapped his hands with her palms that were covered with shea butter-flavored hand cream.
Lou Xuan thought that she would let go of herself after wiping it twice, and let him do it by herself, but Ding Xuerun didn't let go, but instead grabbed his hand, and rubbed it evenly for him finger by finger.
There was a milk-like aroma in the air, which was what he often smelled from Ding Xuerun. Lou Xuan thought, so this taste is called Shea Butter.
This kind of hand cream is very oily and slippery. Lou Xuan stretched out his hands, looking down at the intertwined hands, feeling a little parched. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the hand cream was too greasy or Ding Xuerun's hands were slippery.