There is less than a week left for the school celebration. Each department has entered the final rehearsal stage. The props group basically completed the task and has nothing to do. Jiang Shaoyan occasionally goes to the rehearsal hall to watch the rehearsal of the classmates. Most of the spare time is spent. On the basketball court and in the dorm.
Wang Zhe has been able to go back to class in the past two days. He wanted to pick up each other. After all, it was not convenient to rely on crutches, but Wang Zhe was very stubborn. He quietly went back to the dormitory by himself, and then sent a text message to tell him that he was back in the dormitory and would not be picked up, and he would not be given a chance to take care of him at all.
Even though Jiang Shaoyan was annoyed, he had nothing to do with him.
The length of time the two of them met suddenly decreased a lot. They used to see each other often in school, but now they can only talk for a while in the dormitory. Wang Zhe never mentioned teaching him how to dance, and Jiang Shaoyan didn't ask, and he didn't go to someone else to practice.
Such days continued until the day before the school celebration.
In the evening, Jiang Shaoyan watched the last rehearsal in the department, and it was past nine o'clock when he returned to the dormitory. When he entered the door, he found that Wang Zhe was also in the dormitory, sitting at the table reading a book. When he saw him coming back, he said with a smile:
"Senior, you're back, do you want to teach you how to dance?"
Jiang Shaoyan was stunned for a moment, then snorted: "Oh, you finally remembered?"
His mouth was disdainful, but his heart was slightly warm.
In the past few days, he has basically given up the possibility of Wang Zhe taking the initiative to attack, and he planned in his mind that when the dance was over, he would drag this silly dog to the dormitory and give him a ferocious meal, and then threatened him to mark himself.
It achieves its purpose without losing its dignity and is perfect.
But since this silly dog is finally willing to fight for himself, let's see what he's going to do first.
Wang Zhe got up, and his footsteps were a little unsteady away from the crutches. His tall figure slowly walked in front of Jiang Shaoyan, bowed his head slightly, and opened his arms: "Senior, hold my shoulders."
Jiang Shaoyan put on it expressionlessly, only to find that Wang Zhe's shoulders were very broad, and the warm body temperature came from the fabric of his clothes, but he felt that his palms were a little hot.
"Senior, I'm going to hug your waist, sorry."
Wang Zhe got closer, whispered in his ear, and then placed an arm around his waist, tightening it slightly, and their chests were almost pressed together.
Jiang Shaoyan suddenly had trouble breathing.
He remembered that when he fell down the stairs last time, Wang Zhe hugged him so hard that he almost broke his waist, as if rubbing him into his body. At that time, the incident happened suddenly, and he didn't feel it carefully, but now, in this quiet and silent environment, every breath and heartbeat are amplified, and even the vibration of the chest cavity when talking to each other is conveyed through the clothes.
He found that both his and Wang Zhe's heartbeats were abnormally fast.
He didn't know how he was being held by Wang Zhe in his arms and pressed against his strong chest. When he looked up, he could only see Wang Zhe's red ears.
"I-I want to hold your hand, senior..."
Jiang Shaoyan took the initiative to reach out and hold the hand of Wang Zhe, who was unable to speak fluently: "So?"
"Um… "
Wang Zhe took a deep breath and let go of the too intimate hug slightly, his face was a little red: "Then, I'm starting to teach, senior, look carefully..."
Wang Zhe moved nervously and carefully, leading him to swing back and forth.
Jiang Shaoyan didn't remember a single action.
Wang Zhe's breath brushed his cheeks slightly, there was no alpha smell, but it was inexplicably reassuring. Every step he took was like stepping on the clouds, and his heart was floating.
After stepping on Wang Zhe's foot again, Wang Zhe couldn't help but "his", Jiang Shaoyan immediately woke up and let go.
"That's it for today, it's too late to learn anyway."
If he jumped like this again, he was afraid that he would beg Wang Zhe to mark himself in the next second.
It's a lot more humiliating than dancing.
Wang Zhe's arms were suddenly empty, and he was stunned for a while before he said softly, "Okay, senior, rest early, you will be very tired tomorrow."
He paused and added, "Have fun with Senior Zou."
Jiang Shaoyan's face suddenly sank, he walked into the bathroom without a word, slammed the door, and rubbed his face with cold water.
He clearly said that he would not give up hope, so don't give up on yourself so early, stupid dog.
Sure enough, when I come back from the dance tomorrow, let's beat it up first.