Bo Jian looked at Jiang Huai.
Jiang Huai gave him the back of his head, snorted and said, "Then I will teach you what is the first stretching exercise of the ninth set of radio gymnastics for elementary and middle school students."
Jiang Huai did not look back. He runs forward.
Jiang Huai could hardly hear the sound when he ran, as if he had been proficient in running for many years. He straight bent and sprinted to the top of the half-height metal fence. He squatted firmly on the thin rails of the fence. There was only a pause of a few tenths of a second. He jumped seven or eight steps in a row and rolled straight to the The gate on the first floor of the teaching building.
The dilapidated teaching building rolled a thin layer of dust on his white school uniform shirt.
Jiang Huai stood up, turned his head, and looked down at Bo Jian.
Bo Jian didn't see any other emotions on that face.
Only one sentence:
come
Bo Jian let out a laugh from his throat. He propped himself up over the metal fence, climbed up the edge of the wall next to the stairs, hooked his waist, and rolled up.
As soon as he went up, Jiang Huai turned his head and continued to run forward.
Bo Jian didn't stop and followed.
Jiang Huai jumped over the low wall, climbed up the high wall, grabbed the edge of the window outside the teaching building and climbed up with his bare hands, turned into the dusty classroom, opened the corridor window, and climbed out of the corridor through the window.
There are no unnecessary, fancy and handsome moves, just jumping, jumping, jumping.
Run forward, no matter what obstacles are in front of you, roll over.
He moved quickly and without muddling, as if he knew every detail of every building in the old campus of No. 4 Middle School by heart.
Dirty and broken glass windows were blown open, and the wind blew in violently.
The blue sky and white clouds outside the window. The vast white clouds are like a bird with wings spread.
The wind pressed the shirt against Jiang Huai's body. It's already mid-September, and Jiang Huai is still wearing this short-sleeved shirt.
Jiang Huai stretched out his palm and climbed up to the window sill on the third floor.
He stopped and looked at Bao Jian who was following at the corner of the corridor.
Seeing him stop, Bo Jian also slowed down, and finally walked to Jiang Huai step by step.
Jiang Huai squatted on the narrow ledge by the window. On one side is the corridor, on the other side is the outside, outside the teaching building, the air, the wind, and the old football field is still green from a distance.
The two were not too close.
Bo Jian saw a thin strand of sweat oozing from Jiang Huai's forehead, which wet a thin strand of black hair. The braids stopped and the flags and drums died down.
But Jiang Huai twitched the corners of his lips, and asked: "Can you keep up?"
"Almost." Bo Jian replied.
Jiang Huai slowly stood up on the edge of the window sill. The window was not that high, he just stood in the narrow window with his waist bent and his legs bent. There was only half of the glass window, and Jiang Huai curled up in the half empty window.
Bo Jian suddenly had a strong premonition.
Jiang Huai smiled at him: "No, you can't keep up."
next second.
Bo Jian saw that Jiang Huai turned around and jumped down. Finally, he clung to the window edge for half a second, shook his hand, and let go.
Bo Jian suddenly took a step forward, subconsciously reaching forward.
But JAC doesn't need it.
Bo Jian goes to the window and looks down.
Of course there was no one downstairs.
The empty and dilapidated teaching building was empty.
Bo Jian heard a sharp whistle. It came from a distance, from downstairs, and echoed repeatedly in the corridor, leaving only a little reverberation in the end.
downstairs.
Bo Jian ran downstairs. It seems that he hasn't been so disorganized and purposeless for a long time... It's not that he has no purpose, his destination is downstairs. It's just that he hasn't done this for a long time. It's not for grades, nor for "exercise" to make himself better.
Or spend so much energy on something meaningless and a waste of time.
He didn't know why he wanted to keep up with Jianghuai.
Bo Jian went to the second floor, and saw Jiang Huai sitting on the corner of the handrail of the stairs.
As soon as they met, Jiang Huai whistled, pushed the metal handrail, and slid down quickly.
Why follow
Bo Jian thought.
It may be because chasing is human instinct.
Bo Jian supported himself, climbed onto the armrest and slid down.
Slight weightlessness. A slight sense of loss of control. Just right.
Jianghuai turned the corner and slid straight down to the first floor. Before he slid to the end of the handrail, he jumped down, rushed out of the door by inertia, and slid sideways along the marble slope beside the door.
He turned his head slightly, and glanced at Bao Jian behind him.
They stared at each other for only a few tenths of a second.
Jiang Huai turned around. The slope reached the bottom, he jumped out, his knees bent, and the soles of his shoes stepped on the top of the low metal fence at the bottom of the slope. Without a pause, Jiang Huai jumped forward for the second time, holding the upper edge of the iron net gate two or three meters away with both hands.
The iron mesh gate is more than two meters high, separating the teaching building from the abandoned football field.
When Bo Jian walked out of the teaching building, he just saw Jiang Huai with his back to him, jumping up sideways, with his arms propped through the high iron net door.
The iron mesh door trembled slightly and made a rattling sound. The back of Jianghuai's shirt was turned up. The focus of the whole body seems to be supported only on the thin forearm.
For a moment.
JAC seems to really be able to fly.
Jiang Huai didn't land on the ground, he propped up his arms, jumped forward with his waist and legs, and with a slight "clang", he stepped on the thin metal pole of the fence on the other side of the iron net gate.
The old fence, more than one meter high, was painted black, revealing its rust-red interior. The soles of JAC shoes crushed the rusty railing, and the railing wobbled, as if catching a bird.
Jiang Huai stopped here, he turned around, and behind him was the old football field.
He stood high on the railing, looked at Bo Jian, and said with a smile: "The second part of the ninth radio gymnastics, chest expansion exercise. What do you want?"
Landing on the handrail, Bo Jian slowly slowed down his pace. He walked out of the building door without haste, walked down the stairs, walked through the fence, and arrived at this two or three meter high iron mesh door.
He twisted the rusty lock and pushed the door open: "Why don't you go if there is a door."
JAC: "..."
Jiang Huai lowered his head, watching Bo Jian push the door in. Bo Jian stopped beside him, took off his school uniform jacket, and lowered his head to brush off the invisible dust on it.
"What are you doing here if you think it's dirty?" Jiang Huai asked.
There was no expression on Jiang Huai's face, but he was actually not too happy.
Jiang Huai did not expect that Bo Jian could keep up. There is no comparison between him and Bo Jian. Bo Jian doesn't play this game. He has never been in contact with it. He is a complete novice. He has been playing this game for seven or eight years. But he didn't fucking get rid of a rookie.
Jiang Huai thought he could get rid of Bo Jian in the first five minutes. When the time comes, this good student can't find anyone, so he will go back to school by himself. Don't bother him here.
But Bo Jian followed.
Jiang Huai felt that it might be because he had released some water.
Bo Jian tidied up the school uniform, put it on again, and pulled the zipper to a suitable height. He looked gentle, and what he said seemed to be like that: "I'm afraid that something will happen to you, no one will call the police for you."
JAC: "..."
"The basic friendship between the front and back tables." Bo Jian lowered his eyes, and straightened the zipper head strictly, "You're welcome, just treat me to a meal."
JAC: "..."
Jiang Huai wanted to say "I'm asking you a fart", but before he said it, there was a "click" on the sole of his foot. Jiang Huai lowered his head in response.
Then the rusty fence snapped unbearably in the middle. As the only heavy object on the fence, Jianghuai tilted his feet and fell down. The buttocks landed on the ground, rubbing back half a meter.
Bo Jian looked over and said without mercy: "Look, something happened."
"...fuck me."
But Bo Jian still reached out to him: "Do you want me to pull you up?"
Jiang Huai was about to stand up by himself, but he glanced at Bo Jian's hand and held him for a long while.
Bo gradually lowered his eyelids, looking at Jiang Huai holding his hand. The fingers were a little thinner than his fingers, and the knuckles were hard, grasping the back of his hand... Then he pulled down fiercely and unexpectedly.
Bo Jian subconsciously tugged backwards, but the next second he let go, as if he didn't realize it, he let Jiang Huai pull him over.
So Bo Jian also fell down.
It fell on Jianghuai.
Jiang Huai used to sit on the turf, but now the turf is on the back of his head.
Bo Jian supported the turf with one hand, and pressed the other on his shoulder, with one knee pinned between the legs of Jiang Huai's school trousers.
Jiang Huai was quiet.
Bo gradually lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes moved slightly.
After a long silence, Jiang Huai turned his head away: "I'm sorry."
Bo Jian: "Huh?"
Jianghuai: "I shouldn't have pulled you. I'm sorry."
Bo Jian looked at him, as if if he pressed closer, the bridges of their noses would collide. Jiang Huai's shoulders were tense. He raised the corner of his lips: "Oh...it's okay, I forgive you."
Jiang Huai turned around and asked blankly: "Then if you forgive me and you don't have a broken bone, can you stand up by yourself now?"
Jiang Huai stood up and threw the dirt on his body.
He walked a little further, yawned, and said lazily in his pocket: "It's almost eleven o'clock, you go back to school first. I'll go back alone later."
"why?"
"No reason." Jiang Huai didn't have much patience, climbed over the fence and walked towards the iron mesh gate, "I want to stay alone."
Bo Jian didn't move: "Is it because I didn't bring a blocker?"
Jiang Huai paused.
Bo Jian said: "The pharmacy on the side of the road can buy blockers."
Jiang Huai smelled his pheromone. this is an accident. Because he is not a physique that sweats easily, Jiang Huai is by his side, so he has been wearing a coat all the time.
But JAC still smelled it. Bo Jian thought: Jiang Huai seems to be too sensitive to his pheromones. Omega will be extra sensitive to Alpha's pheromone, but it won't be as sensitive as this.
It's just some... the simplest physical contact.
Jiang Huai turned his head: "Do you really want to follow me?"
Bo Jian turned his watch: "I'm too late to go back to school now."
Jiang Huai: "How can it be too late before school is over?"
"When I go back, school will be over." Bo Jian's eyelids drooped slightly, "The driver can't pick me up after school, so he left, and I have nowhere to go at noon."
In the pocket of Bo Jian's school uniform, there are three unread text messages from the driver. The time span was nearly three hours.
Jiang Huai did not speak.
Bo Jian raised his eyelids again: "Let's talk about the one-day kindness between husband and wife, why don't you treat me to dinner?"
Jianghuai: "??"
Jiang Huai: "Who the hell is with you for one day as a couple and for a hundred days?"
"Isn't it?" Bo Jian said unhurriedly, "Didn't you say you wanted to be my husband this morning?"
Jiang Huai: "Fart, how did I ever say that?"
Bo Jian turned his head to the side, and stared at him with pale pupils. Bo Jiantian has developed a very deceptive appearance, which makes people think that he can't lie. He asked: "Then do you remember what you said to Xing Xing's teacher?"
Jiang Huai said, "I just said that the role of the game is that I will be the father and you will be..."
"Cheating people to call you husband." Bo Jian turned his head and raised his lips, "A heartless man."
"..."
After a long while, Jiang Huai didn't leave, he pointed at Bo Jian: "Chairman, if you don't want to go into Sizhong infirmary now, I suggest you shut up."
The bell for the end of No. 4 Middle School rang, and it was heard far away to the empty old campus.
Students from No. 4 Middle School in red and white school uniforms squeezed out from the school gate, riding bicycles across the street.
There is a pharmacy across the street from the new campus of No. 4 Middle School.
Bo Jian had never bought barrier agents from street pharmacies.
The quality of blockers on the market varies greatly, which is intuitively reflected in the price. Roadside pharmacies sell the cheapest blockers, which are like toilet water sprays, colorful and colorful, and are placed on the shelves row by row.
Bo Jian walked in, glanced casually at the shelves, and took a few bottles casually: "Are you familiar with Sizhong?"
"Not familiar." Jiang Huai said.
Bo Jian went to the checkout counter, he turned to look at Jiang Huai: "Really? I think you are very familiar with the old campus."
Jiang Huai leaned against the glass door and said lazily, "There are a lot of people who come to the old campus of No. 4 Middle School to play parkour. Go and ask them if they are familiar with No. 4 Middle School?"
"Oh." Bo Jian scanned the payment code, "How many people go to the old campus to exercise?"
The corner of Jiang Huai's mouth twitched: "Yes."
The cashier put the barrier agent into a small plastic bag, and Bo Jian carried the small plastic bag out the door. He rummaged through the plastic bag, paused, and looked up: "Should we spray it now?"
In fact, Jianghuai has not heard much. As long as Bo Jian doesn't stick to him and doesn't exercise, he won't be able to smell Bo Jian's pheromone.
But...Jiang Huai said: "If you don't spray it, why did you buy it?"
Bo Jian asked, "Are you sure?"
"A decent pharmacy, not poisonous," Jiang Huai snorted, thinking that Chairman Bo is really delicate and expensive, and he is a particular person, "Don't worry about spraying."
So Bo gradually lowered his eyes, picked out a bottle of chocolate color from the plastic bag with his slender fingers. It looks like a girly perfume from a convenience store. It's a small bottle, and it's pretty pretty.
Bo Jian pressed the nozzle.
Jiang Huai's face changed when he smelled the smell. Bo Jian pointed the nozzle at him, made another "puff", sprayed the nozzle on him, and said considerately, "It smells like caramel, I remember you don't like it."
JAC: "..."
Jiang Huai turned around and entered the pharmacy.
Bo Jian looked in and saw Jiang Huai quickly took a small bottle from the shelf to pay. When Jiang Huai went out with the bottle, Bo Jian said, "I have extra, you can use it if you want..."
"Puff."
Like a water gun, Jiang Huai pressed the nozzle and sprayed Bo Jian from head to toe.
Bo gradually held his breath subconsciously, but still inevitably smelled a...a slightly familiar pungent fragrance.
Jianghuai injured one thousand enemies and eight hundred self-inflicted injuries. Jiang Huai himself was choked, he held his nose and turned around the bottle, and looked at the words on it: "... I bought it wrong, this is not a blocker."
"what is that?"
"Relieve prickly heat, relieve itching, refresh your mind... Lush scented toilet water."
"..."
Two minutes later. The two came out of the pharmacy, each with a disposable anti-smog filter mask in their hands.
Jiang Huai was next to the trash can, unpacked and put on a mask.
"Jingle jingle—"
As soon as the screeching bicycle bell was pressed to the end, it seemed to be a bright provocation. Two transmission cars rushed towards Jianghuai. Before the car touched Jianghuai, the people in the car jumped off. Jiang Huai took a step back, and the bicycle almost fell down by rubbing against the toe of his shoe.
Bo Jian stood beside him without moving, and threw the removed packaging bags of the anti-smog mask and the remaining useless barrier agent into different trash cans according to the garbage classification.
The author has something to say: Chairman: I can't stop me from being civilized even if someone finds fault.