Zhuang Fanxin never thought that Wang Churan actually liked him.
He patted the sports committee at the front table, leaned over and asked, "Brother, who are you and Lin Xiaoan chasing?"
"This is my privacy." Ti Wei said so, but his body turned around honestly, "I am such a handsome guy who dares to think and do it, of course I took the initiative to chase her."
Zhuang Fanxin asked, "Do you want to confess directly?"
"Are you stupid?" said the sports committee, "there is no way to directly confess, but if you muster up the courage to confess, you will have more than half of the confidence that the other party will agree and pierce that layer of window paper."
Zhuang Fan didn't know if he didn't ask, and when he asked, he was startled. Then Wang Churan gave him this card... Could he have the confidence that he would agree? Where does this confidence come from
The sports committee said quietly: "I will teach you, if you are interested in anyone, you should look at her, read her in the morning, look at her in the lunch break, and catch her attention a few times, and look at her a few times. If she doesn't dodge it for a second, she'll understand."
Zhuang Fan also understood.
At the beginning, he mistakenly thought that Gu Zhuoyan liked Qin Wei or Wang Churan. He observed it secretly, and if he had nothing to do, he would see if there was any interaction between them. Sometimes when Wang Churan noticed his gaze, he would smirk at them.
It turns out that the root of evil has long been planted, and it is a sin!
When Gu Zhuoyan came back from the office, he was severely criticized for missing class for half a day. He took a stack of manuscript paper and wrote 2,000 words for inspection.
"Hey." Gu Zhuoyan possessed himself, "A little more effort will break the bone."
Zhuang Fanxin raised his head and stared at the culprit. The teacher came in for the class, and Gu Zhuoyan hurriedly returned to his seat. The first session was English. Except for the class representatives who were listening carefully, Zhuang Fanxin spent 45 minutes thinking about how to politely reject Wang Churan.
There was no chance between classes, the corridors of the classroom could not avoid people, and there were two or three chemistry quizzes, and Xia Wei didn't dare to touch the mobile phone and send text messages under Xia Wei's eyes.
After the fourth physical education class, Zhuang Fanxin sat under the parallel bars next to the track, and when Wang Churan walked around the track, he went over and explained it to the other party.
Before seeing Wang Churan's shadow, Gu Zhuoyan ran over from the court and told him, "Go, let's play."
Zhuang Fanxin said, "I don't want to play today."
Gu Zhuoyan said: "There are only two sports a week, don't you cherish it a little?"
"Oh..." Zhuang Fan exhorted people, "I'm not convenient today anyway."
Inexplicably angry in the morning, what is inconvenient to say now, Gu Zhuoyan's eyes change: "Are you coming for your period?"
Zhuang Fan's heart jumped up: "Crazy!" He became angry with shame, turned around and climbed up the parallel bars, "I want to practice gymnastics today, don't bother me!"
Climbing up and riding on it with a twisted waist, Zhuang Fanxin paused on the bar in a rather sexy posture. Gu Zhuoyan couldn't stand it any longer, so he grabbed Zhuang Fanxin's waist and twisted it straight, making Zhuang Fanxin sit up honestly.
After being silent for a while, Zhuang Fan's heart finally couldn't hold back: "I received a love letter."
Gu Zhuoyan frowned: "Who wrote it?"
"Wang Churan."
Gu Zhuoyan was probably affected by the impact, so Gu Zhuoyan took a while to answer: "At the beginning, you gave me some mandarin ducks, okay, point it to yourself."
Zhuang Fan lowered his head: "I thought you might like her before, but I keep watching her and help her with her biological homework."
"Do you blame me again?" Gu Zhuoyan laughed angrily, "My grandfather said, you should be liked by little girls like you, draw a picture, be romantic, your character is also hateful, and you are so kind to everyone, but not Let the little girl's heart collide."
Zhuang Fan murmured in his heart, "Why don't you like gays too?"
"Yes, you have both black and white." Gu Zhuoyan patted his ass, "Fortunately, I will do it first, otherwise the little girl will confess to you, you are quite beautiful, I guess you will start to make a match after nodding and agreeing."
"I agree if I like it."
"Dare you, do you like one to try?" Gu Zhuoyan made repeated decisions, "Hurry up and refuse, even if you send a letter in person, even if you send an e-mail, let me take care of it today. I ran faster than a rabbit when I was hiding from me, If you dare to linger now, watch out for me…”
Zhuang Fanxin lifted his eyelids: "What are you doing?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "I can't do anything as a person who has come out publicly, so don't provoke me."
He caught Zhuang Fan's quivering mouth, smiling, and there was a little smugness hidden in the corners of his eyes and brows. He suddenly understood that this damn thing is not being frank and generous, and he was deliberately wanting to hear the movement of him breaking the vinegar vat.
Gu Zhuoyan was so worn out that he lost his temper: "Are you quite comfortable?"
Zhuang Fanxin said: "Yu Yao has written so many love letters to you, and now someone has written them to me."
"Is it necessary to be so vain?" Gu Zhuoyan was almost a question mark, recalling the love letter he once had, he hesitated, "How did Wang Churan write the love letter to you?"
Zhuang Fan blushed: "I'm ashamed to say, don't ask."
"Are you very passionate?" Gu Zhuoyan asked. Zhuang Fanxin broke free and jumped off the parallel bars, and ran away ashamed.
After the gym class, I went straight to the cafeteria. The boys were sweating at the drinks window. Gu Zhuoyan bought three bottles, drank one for himself, and gave Zhuang Fanxin two bottles, saying, "Wang Churan is sitting over there, let's go. "
Zhuang Fan said anxiously, "What should my classmates do when they see a misunderstanding?"
"Who pays attention to you." How can a straight man have such a mind, his spirit is still stuck in playing basketball, and he may not be able to wake up after school at night. Gu Zhuoyan instructed: "I'll buy the claypot rice and wait for you, and I'll add eggs for you."
Zhuang Fanxin went with two bottles of soda in his hand. He was very scared. In the fourth grade, the health committee member said he liked him, but he said I didn't like you. The little girl expanded his hygiene scope and bullied him to cry to Zhuang Xianyang every day after school. On the first day of the first year, his classmate said he liked him, but he didn't like it either. When he graduated, the girl sent a message to his classmates, wishing him a smooth journey and missing halfway.
Gu Zhuoyan guarded the two sets of claypot rice, and watched while flipping the pot. Zhuang Fanxin sat down opposite Wang Churan and handed a bottle of soda. He has to admit that this scene is a standard campus love. Boys and girls have lunch together, I buy you drinks, and you give me slices of meat.
He wondered uncontrollably, if he never appeared in Zhuang Fanxin's life, would Zhuang Fanxin be so engraved with another person trying to be young and careful.
Those cute, silly, and out-of-bounds cares that are not exposed to others also belong to another person. Gu Zhuoyan was a little absent-minded, and even frantically wanted to roll a loudspeaker and shout to everyone that Zhuang Fan's name was his own.
"What are you dazed about?"
Gu Zhuoyan sobered up and stared at Zhuang Fanxin: "Have you finished?"
"It's over." Zhuang Fanxin sat down opposite.
"What did you say?" Gu Zhuoyan asked.
"I'll thank her for her greeting card first." Zhuang Fan slapped the omelette, "I don't know what to say, just say sorry, and she'll understand."
Gu Zhuoyan coaxed: "Well done, if someone writes a love letter to you in the future, just do it."
When he was full and went back to take a lunch break, Gu Zhuoyan insisted on reading the so-called love letter, but Zhuang Fan couldn't help it, so he secretly showed it to him. The two of them gathered at the last table, like scalpers scalping tickets, Gu Zhuoyan holding the greeting card, just one? No attachments
He opened it to read, only five lines of characters, and he was a little confused after reading: "No?"
Zhuang Fan said, "No more."
"You..." Gu Zhuoyan stuffed the card back, "This is also a love letter? Don't you exaggerate yourself?"
Zhuang Fan's heart froze, "Why not, isn't that what love letters are like?"
Gu Zhuoyan took out the exercise book, blushing and embarrassed, thought it was so charming, it was equivalent to reading "Long Dreams of Covered Bridges", but it turned out to be the text "Zhaozhou Bridge".
Zhuang Fan was so embarrassed: "You read it again."
"Is there anything to read?" Gu Zhuoyan said casually while formulating, "I thought it was the kind written by Yu Yao."
The tip of the pen stuck on the paper, realizing that he had said something wrong, Gu Zhuoyan turned his face to look at Zhuang Fanxin, only to see the other side staring at him blankly, similar to the calm before the storm.
"How did he write it?"
"I didn't watch it."
"Fart." Zhuang Fan said the dirty words invincible and aggrieved.
Gu Zhuoyan said: "I really didn't read it, because it was spread all over the place after it was exposed, and I only knew one or two sentences." It was the two most widely circulated sentences, "I want... I want to touch every inch of my body... I rely, I Unable to speak."
Zhuang Fan's heart went black, and his blood pressure went up. Which man can stand the rumors of his partner and others, and he is so explicit! No wonder Gu Shibo and Xue Manzi sent Gu Zhuoyan away. If he was Gu Zhuoyan's father, he would like to launch Gu Zhuoyan directly to the moon!
Back in the third row, Zhuang Fan touched the top of his head and asked Qi Nan, "Do you think I'm green?"
Qi Nan said: "I don't know if you are green or not, but I will become a fan in three days."
There is an animation exhibition in Rongcheng during the New Year's Day holiday. Qi Nan wants cos Nanxiong Qimu to attend: "Are you going? There are a lot of little girls, maybe they can get off the list."
Zhuang Fan hated and said, "Go!"
Because of the love letter that he had never seen before, Zhuang Fan was lagging behind in making troubles and launching a cold war, which he was good at, but he was very unhappy. He noticed that he had become petite and possessed, but he couldn't control it.
He didn't want to do anything either. He was probably used to Gu Zhuo's words, he wanted to be obedient, and he wanted to vulgarly confirm his status. But Gu Zhuoyan didn't hesitate or coax, and he didn't even ask him if he wanted a date before the holiday. On New Year's Eve, he held his phone and waited until after one o'clock, and woke up in the morning still empty.
Qi Nan was waiting at the entrance of the exhibition with a pink hair on his head, green sunglasses and tops and bottoms, and a pair of tentacles on his head. He took two selfies on his Moments.
The phone rang, and Qi Nan answered, "You're a quarter of an hour late!"
"I'm sorry," Zhuang Fan panted, "I'll be there soon, where are you?"
"Port B, find Nanxiong Qimu."
Qi Nan was stunned while holding the phone, took off his sunglasses and looked across the road: "Damn it, I saw someone wearing a fencing suit crossing the road, wearing a helmet and holding a sword! He's talking on the phone!"
Zhuang Fan said, "I saw you."
"I'm going, he even waved at me!" Qi Nan was excited.
Zhuang Fanxin ran across the road to Exit B, took off his mask and stunned Qi Mu Nanxiong. He had no special clothes. After going out, he remembered this fencing suit and went home to change.
The comic exhibition was very lively. Zhuang Fan was dressed in white and was very cool. People always took pictures with him. Anyway, he didn't show his face when he wore a mask. He also performed a free-play foil action.
The two at the same table were tired of eating ice cream, and Qi Nan exclaimed: "It's the God of Death!"
The characters in the game they played, Zhuang Fanxin said: "It's a new year, control the little hands of krypton gold."
Qi Nan didn't listen: "Gu Zhuoyan just chose the God of Death Dream, did he retire? I haven't seen him online for a long time."
Zhuang Fanxin licked the ice cream in a daze, and didn't know what Gu Zhuoyan was doing. He reflected on himself, did he go too far
Probably.
A basketball team passed by. The cos' black basketball figure, Qi Nan ran to take a photo with Qingfeng Dahui. Zhuang Fanxin saw that the salesman did it, and guessed that Gu Zhuoyan would like it. Then he bought one and went back to make up with Gu Zhuoyan
When he walked to the booth, he was carrying it, and someone patted him.
Zhuang Fan turned his head: "Little sister?!"
Gu Baoyan cosplayed as Princess Jasmine: "Brother Xiaozhuang, Happy New Year's Day."
Zhuang Fan couldn't help but look around: "Who brought you here?"
Gu Baoyan pointed to the exhibition sign not far away: "Brother brought me here."
Zhuang Fanxin didn't see anyone taking a step first, so he blindly walked out a few meters, and saw Gu Zhuoyan wearing a pure black tuxedo, standing tall and straight in the crowd.
"Whose letter is lost?" A boy in the hustle and bustle picked up a letter, "Whose letter? Zhuang Fan accepts it!"
"Is there anyone named Zhuang Fanxin?"
"I'm..." Zhuang Fan raised his hand blankly.
The boy handed the letter to him. As expected, his name was written on the envelope. He looked at Gu Zhuoyan subconsciously, and then hesitantly took out the letter inside.
The first line reads, Zhuang Fanxin, Happy New Year's Day.
The information he didn't expect last night landed on the paper, in Gu Zhuoyan's neat handwriting.
It was densely written, and it turned from light to dark to reveal the real face. Zhuang Fan's heart read the last paragraph, and his wrists could not hold the weight.
… I miss you all the time, day and night, when I am happy because you give me joy, and when I am sad because I am sad for you. I've despicably portrayed you, trying to approach you, beg you, and invade. I will clasp your palms until they turn red and roll over your chest, not for a moment not wanting to mess up your hair and bite your lips. I'm like a bastard without repentance, I can only think endlessly, hold you, make you breathless and uneasy, all for me.
This is how I feel when I think of you every second.
Zhuang Fan's heart was slightly dizzy, someone was passing by, someone was looking at him, he pinched this piece of paper and pinned it on the spot, stunned, this is a love letter written by Gu Zhuoyan to him, naked and enthusiastic, like a handful of pouring oil.
He doesn't have to be jealous of anyone anymore, this panic in front of everyone's eyes, this shame that can't be thrown away and swallowed, belongs to Gu Zhuoyan and him.
Zhuang Fanxin raised his head and Gu Zhuoyan stood in front of him.
Burning in the eye sockets, he covered his face with a mask and cried.