Twelve years old.
Boys, should be the age when you are ready to grow up, right
Just have this for dinner
Ji Hao walked over.
Seeing that Ruan Mingchi's frightened face showed another color, full of vigilance and anger, like a little animal with furred, Ji Hao could almost hear the "snoring" sound coming out of his throat.
Ruan Mingchi's bulging cheeks quickly flattened, and then he pulled out the straw that was bitten flat.
He opened his mouth, licked his lips again, swept away the thick white milk beads on his lower lip, and said, "Want to fight?"
His voice was deliberately suppressed, but he could still hear the young man's milky voice, and being looked at by those childish eyes, Ji Hao suddenly couldn't remember what the real Ruan Shangxian looked like
Yazheng, dunfang, bright and noble, seem to be just simple adjectives, far less vivid than the childish Ruan Mingchi in front of him.
After a pause, Ji Hao said, "Yu Jiao asked me to call you to eat."
Ruan Mingchi looked at him and frowned: "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting, are you going?" Ji Hao opened his eyes and said nonsense, anyway, he would fool him into having dinner first.
"What if I don't? I'm full."
"Then tell Yu Jiao yourself."
"..." The young man hesitated obviously. He lowered his eyes and thought for a while, raised his hand to carefully roll up the remaining bread, put it in his trouser pocket, then picked up the milk, walked out with big strides, hitting Ji Hao's heart.
Ji Hao staggered a step back when he was hit, and hit the table, making a loud bang.
The people who had already walked out were so frightened that they turned their heads and looked at him secretly. There was unconcealable panic in their flickering eyes. They hesitated for a moment, and then walked faster, as if they were ready to take off at any time.
Ji Hao was amused by his appearance.
He was not surprised, he and Ruan Mingchi had conflicting positions in the small world, after all outside, he almost beat Ruan Shangxian out of his wits. Therefore, this small world is the spiritual projection of Ruan Shangxian, and their relationship must be very tense, even if they draw their swords directly, it is possible.
With the fierce and cowardly appearance of the young man, Ji Hao really couldn't get angry at all.
He followed the young man and left the functional building. The two were separated by ten meters and did not talk. Walking through the dormitory building until they came to the long and lazy slope, the boy who was walking in front suddenly turned his head and stared at him.
"Yu Jiao really called me?"
"Um."
"Why are you following me?"
"Yu Jiao asked me to accompany you to dinner."
"..." The young man's face instantly became confused, his thick eyebrows were slightly frowned, he stared at Ji Hao for a long time, then turned and left again.
Ji Hao didn't talk much, just kept a distance from him and entered the restaurant together.
For a while, there was no one in the restaurant, and the food left in the big basin could not even cover the bottom. When Ruan Mingchi passed by, the aunt who was eating asked him to do it himself, and Ruan Mingchi filled a large bowl for himself. With a bowl of food, I picked a corner to sit down and eat with my head down.
Seeing that he was eating, Ji Hao didn't approach him rashly, but turned around and left.
As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he saw Zhang Jin playing cards with two people in the dormitory. Zhang Jin moved Ruan Mingchi's chair over and stepped on his feet. Looking at the white footprints on the seat, Ji Hao's eyes flickered slightly, and he said: " Brother Jin, why are you here?"
Zhang Jin is seventeen years old, he is considered old in the provincial team, so he is tall and strong in full growth, coupled with long-term training, his appearance is very bluffing. The younger team members didn't dare to confront him, and they barely obeyed, which gave him an unscrupulous temper.
Of course, he is old, well-developed, and naturally the fastest in swimming, so before today, no one dared to object to his status as the "first brother", so it was barely justifiable.
With a card in his hand, Zhang Jin slapped it on the table and said, "Aren't there few people in your room? Come and clean up.
Ji Hao came behind Zhang Jin, leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, bent down: "We still have to do homework at night."
"What's the rush? What time is it? Let's talk after we finish playing."
"No, I can't finish it."
Zhang Jin stopped playing cards and turned to look at him: "Why do you suddenly love studying?"
"Learning gives us connotation, learning gives us self-cultivation, learning gives us temperament, learning allows us to learn to think, and learning allows us to distinguish right from wrong."
Everyone looked over, dumbfounded.
Ji Hao grinned, raised his hand to hold Zhang Jin's hand and said, "Reading also lets us know that cheating is wrong."
So everyone looked away from Ji Hao's face, and looked at the cards in Zhang Jin's hand... One of the cards was obviously dropped, and once it was brought down, it was buried in the pile of cards , no one can find out.
suddenly realized.
"Old Jin, are you cheating?"
"I'll go, I said, why do you always win at cards?"
"Shouldn't you cheat every time?"
"I owe three meals. Just wipe it off!"
It was the teammate brought by Zhang Jin who was talking. You said something to each other, and you climbed along the pole, opening your mouth to erase the bet you lost in the previous card game.
Zhang Jin's face turned red at first, and then turned cold. He glanced at Ji Hao fiercely, and smashed the card in his hand on the table, "I just held it upside down. Why are you talking so fast? You can't play this card again." It’s not gambling, am I cheating? Well now, you explain to them!”
Ji Hao smiled: "Brother Jin, what do you want me to explain? I haven't seen you playing cards before, but just like that, I suddenly remembered the short video I watched a few days ago, so just think I'm talking too much? I'm sorry."
It would be better not to explain this explanation, but to confirm that Zhang Jin cheated in playing cards.
Zhang Jin's face was extremely ugly, and he stood up slowly.
He was half a head taller than Ji Hao, tall and strong, and the broad shoulders unique to swimmers made him look full of strength. When he lowered his head and stared at Ji Hao, he covered the lights above his head, and his aura was overwhelming.
Ji Hao, who was obviously thinner, looked calm, and said with a slight smile, "Brother Jin, are you leaving? Okay, I really have to do my homework, and come back to play later."
"Ji Hao, did you take the wrong medicine today? Are you alright?" Zhang Jin stared at Ji Hao, his fierce eyebrows almost raised.
But Ji Hao seemed to be unable to feel his anger at all, and said, "Yeah, my throat has been a little uncomfortable for the past two days, and I probably have a cold. Stay away from me, and it will be a quota match in two days." Is it? Don’t infect you, it’s all on me if I don’t perform well.”
"..." The blood vessels on Zhang Jin's forehead were throbbing, full of hostility but he couldn't find a way to vent it, looking at the smiling young man in front of him, he could only lift his lips and show his fangs, finally threatening Pointing at Ji Hao vigorously, he left with a flick of his sleeves.
The bedroom door was kicked shut by Zhang Jin, hit the wall and bounced back.
"Boom!"
"Crack!"
Dropped the lock.
The rest of the people in the room looked dazed.
Ji Hao's shoulder was slapped, and the brother who shared the room with Zhang Jin said, "Are you recruiting him on purpose? Okay, why did you start a fight?"
The other brother also nodded: "Actually, we know the brand he plays. It's just for playing with him. It's not good for you to expose it. It's not like you don't know that he has the best face."
In the end, Yin Xuelin suddenly realized and said: "Ah, shit, I just lost so much that I felt angina pectoris. Tell me honestly, did you come here to trick me?"
"No no no no!"
"Where, where!"
"Good brother, let's share the difficulties."
Yin Xuelin, "Bah! Anyone who wants to be in trouble with you, get out!"
The three of them bickered for a while, and suddenly fell silent again. Yin Xuelin looked at Ji Hao worriedly, and said, "Even if you love me, brother, don't expose Zhang Jin to your face. He will target you later."
At this moment, Ji Hao has wiped Ruan Mingchi's seat clean and is putting it back to its original place. Hearing Yin Xuelin's words, Ji Hao turned his head and smiled, "Brother, I'm fifteen years old."
"What's the matter? Are you going to make a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace?" Yin Xuelin rolled his eyes, and the other two senior brothers were also laughing.
Ji Hao said, "I've been promoted to the youth group."
Yin Xuelin froze for a moment, then thought of something, and the smiles on the corners of the two senior brothers' mouths were also put away.
Ji Hao looked at the three of them, and finally said: "I can bear him today, but I can't bear it in the arena. If I win him, he will have to target me. Could it be that in order to be friends with him, I deliberately swayed?" Not good? Is this worthy of my ten years of dedication? Besides, does he treat me as a friend? He is simply a younger brother who treats me as if he obeys his words, don't you think?"
Yin Xuelin stopped talking.
He is the same age as Ji Hao, and the environment is exactly the same, so he can empathize with him.
The other two senior brothers actually felt the same way, but they were probably used to forbearance. After a few seconds of silence, one of them said, "Don't be funny, you are only fifteen years old, and you haven't grown up yet. What are you going to do with Zhang?" Jinbi, Zhang Jin almost entered the national team. Leaving aside him, have you swam us? You are in the youth group, but you are in group B, and we are in group A. There is no hostile relationship at all. Ji Hao, you The state is a bit extreme."
"Take it away." Another person raised his hand and patted Ji Hao's shoulder.
Ji Hao smiled: "The champion of the men's 100-meter butterfly in the World Youth Championship last year was only fifteen years old."
The two brothers laughed and wanted to say that the Chinese race is different from the foreign race. The one who won the championship was 1.9 meters at the age of 15. How tall are you now? 1.75 meters? What are you thinking about? Let's be more realistic, shall we
But before he could say anything, the door lock was turned, and as the door opened, Ruan Mingchi's immature face was revealed.
He stood at the door, watched the tense atmosphere in the room vigilantly, pursed the corners of his mouth, and walked in as if stepping on a thunder.
go to bed.
Put down the mosquito net.
lie down.
All in one go.
The brothers still regard Ji Hao as a brother, but a lonely and rude guy like Ruan Mingchi is not within their polite range, and he opened his mouth and said: "I understand, aren't you just thinking about the quota for the youth training? If you If you can really swim out the results, you will definitely have the quota.”
Another brother's eyes lit up: "By the way, I remember that when you celebrated your birthday last year, it seemed to be Qixi Festival, and the streets were full of girls holding roses, so it's August, right? So you haven't turned fifteen yet, right? You can stay in the junior group, with your current results, the spot must be yours."
The boy lying on the bed moved a bit and turned his head to look over.
Ji Hao met the boy's eyes through the thick mosquito net.
The author has something to say: Because the writing is a little bit detailed, it is said to be fast-paced, but it is impossible to write a small world concubine within ten chapters. Let's strive for 30 chapters, 100,000 words, a small world, okay
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