Love You Till Death

"I'll check it back. You'd better expect nothing." Ji Hao said with a deep voice, patting Ruan Mingchi's shoulder lightly, both comforting and letting him go.

Kuang Weizhe pouted unhappily: "Why? Should I still retain the right to pursue?"

"It means that." Ji Hao said bluntly.

Converse Zhe snorted and stopped talking.

Ji Hao pushed Ruan Mingchi out, then pumped two pieces of paper and handed it to Ruan Mingchi. Ruan Mingchi was unknown, so Ji Hao pointed at his instep.

The soup stains blossomed on the insteps, but because they were wearing sandals, there was no loss. Ruan Mingchi found a seat to sit down, bent down, and wiped his shoes carefully.

The worst thing was Zhang Jin. The soy sauce soup completely soaked his clothes, and even ran down the corner of the clothes. He said fiercely: "Follow me to get the clothes."

Converse Zhe was murdered by two people in succession, and he couldn't hold his face a little, especially in front of the fans, coldly said: "I have told you to compensate you."

"No, just take this set and wash it."

"You!" Kuang Weizhe wanted to get started, and finally put it down, saying, "Okay, which room do you say."

"1010."

"Remember, it's my fault. I'm willing to cooperate and go up soon."

Having said this, Converse consciously made a full play and turned back to pretend to look in the direction of the fans. I thought the fans must have held him unbalanced. Maybe they will spread to the Internet to attract a group of people to curse. Who knows the two fans is not at all. Did not look at him.

He giggled in his heart and looked at them in the line of sight.

I saw that Ruan Mingchi, who was not far away, was looking up, Ji Hao holding a tissue in his hand to wipe his neckline, neck, and chin. There was no special expression on their faces. Even Ruan Mingchi's cold resistance, Ji Hao wiped Inattentive, but face is justice, this picture is really a **** harmony.

Converse's head dizzy and his blood pressure was significantly higher.

Although he didn't want to admit it, his interaction with Zhou Ai did not allow them to fight. Anything you do just makes people feel that the picture is beautiful. Of course it is not his problem. It must be that Zhou Ai is not enough. Now fans They are too superficial and only look at their faces. Zhou Ai is the third place in the juvenile team of the World Series. Is this not enough?

Converse's eyes turned a lot, and he still had a lot of crooked ideas. He left and came back with a mop to help the waiter clear the ground.

The two illegitimate meals began to call "Ah, little brother really sensible." Barely pulled back to the city, looking better.

But his face was unharmed, but his heart seemed to be smashed into a nail, deep and painful.

Ji Hao and Ruan Mingchi returned to the room, and Ji Hao said again: "Are you sure? It's valid during the prosecution period."

Ruan Mingchi shook his head.

"The day after tomorrow, you take off your shoes and confirm again."

Ruan Mingchi sat obediently at the foot of the bed and took off his shoes to feel carefully. There was movement around him. Ji Hao squatted beside him and looked at him seriously, not knowing why, Ruan Mingchi suddenly felt uncomfortable, ears Some slight heat, put down his feet.

Ji Hao raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"It's okay." Ruan Mingchi replied.

"That's good." Ji Hao obviously relieved, making Ruan Mingchi's ears warmer, and inexplicably warmth in his heart. The strange feeling made him a little flustered.

"Rinse with hot water."

"Ok?"

"There is oil on the sandals, which cannot be cleaned."

Ruan Mingchi recovered, put on sandals and rushed into the bathroom.

The water in the bathroom was flowing, and the warm water was flushed on the instep, washing away the sticky and uncomfortable touch. Ruan Mingchi lowered his eyes and looked down at his feet. In the rising heat, the coldness in his heart seemed to be taken away a little.

The next day, they met Converse again in the training center, and their sights staggered stiffly. They warmed up before the start of the training in the morning. All the players were concentrated in the empty place by the pool. While kneeling and pressing their insteps, they listened to the coach of the training team. speak.

The head coach came in with a book and said, "The National Youth Championship list for your team has come over. I'll verify it in person again. If you hear the name, listen to it. If you have any questions, come to me and miss the name. Remember to contact me too. Zhang Qian, 800 meters since..."

"Converse, 200 mixed, 400 mixed, youth group A."

Converse responded lazily: "Got it!"

"Ruan Mingchi, 50 self, 100 self, less group B."

Ruan Mingchi replied: "Yes."

"Ji Hao, 200 mixed, 400 mixed, youth group A."

Ji Hao replied: "Yes."

...

Kuang Weizhe turned his head suddenly and looked at Ji Hao across the mountains and rivers. Ji Hao felt his eyes also looked up at him, his expression was faint, and his eyes went off in the next second, but Ji Hao looked at Zhou Ai.

Zhou Miao is also watching Ruan Mingchi.

It was such a coincidence that Ji Hao and Converse Zhe collided with each other, Ruan Mingchi and Zhou Miao also collided with each other.

It’s just that compared with Converse’s complicated gaze, Zhou Ai’s eyes on Ruan Mingchi are much simpler, with curiosity, and of course, a sense of victory and defeat, but these passions can’t be burned on the iceberg of Ruan Mingchi, and soon they are bloody. Just returned from the frozen yu.

Seeing this scene, Ji Hao was quite fulfilled. It seemed that the flowers he had grown only bloomed towards himself, especially in this strange land in City A. He clearly felt that Ruan Mingchi treated him and others. Different people.

So when training in the water, Ruan Mingchi swam out first, Ji Hao swam behind, watching the pink taut toes turn into agate-like beads rolling in silver bubbles, suddenly playing with a big heart, three and two downstream Going forward, I grabbed that ankle without a grip.

"?" Ruan Mingchi, who was halfway through, got up and looked at him.

"Hurry up." Ji Hao was extremely thick-skinned and innocent. "You swim too slowly."

"..." Ruan Mingchi drilled back into the water, speeding up.

Ji Hao waited for a second and caught up again, this time scratching his feet, Ruan Mingchi's legs snapped, and the itchy half of his body was crooked, but he didn't stop.

Ji Hao teased him and wanted to repeat his tricks. As soon as he shot here, Ruan Mingchi put his foot on the back of his hand and hurt.

"Ji Hao! Ruan Mingchi!" The coach roared on the shore, "Get up!"

The two went ashore, wet, standing shoulder to shoulder and facing criticism. The coach was sad: "How old are you? My kindergarten daughter didn't play this childish game. You still have to play again and again! Let’s be more careful! Penalize for half an hour. If today’s training task is not completed, you will not be allowed to start!”

Penalty stand for half an hour.

Wearing swimming trunks.

With his hands behind his back, he also pinched his swimming goggles and swimming cap.

People who come and go are watching them, and the coach who came to do things smiled at this scene and whispered: "Naughty, eh? You got fined."

Ji Hao smiled pretendingly, and said to Ruan Mingchi: "I'm sorry, it's me who made you trouble, go back and beat you back."

Ruan Mingchi looked down at a spot on the ground, motionless, only thick and wet eyelashes trembling slightly. The scene at this moment is no less humiliating to the public than him, but it is strange, nothing particularly angry, and no shame.

The two men were fined for half an hour and had to complete today’s training tasks. When the water was up, there was no one in the swimming pool. The coaches of the training team who were forced to stay in court frequently looked at their watches and again said: "This There is no discipline in the children, how did they get selected?"

Ji Hao said, "It's me who makes him trouble."

The coach maintains his position: "Can you make a fuss by yourself? No matter how much water you have, go home!"

The coach trained a few more words, and finally dissipated. In fact, he was also anxious. After half a month of training, the top leaders of the provincial teams were sent to him. Tomorrow, even if it was a mid-term exam to accept the results, he had acne in his anxious mouth. Did he say that?

Leng Leng glanced at the two, and left with a sleeve.

Ji Hao didn't enter the oil and salt industry. He waited to see Ruan Mingchi as soon as he turned around. Although this person was cold and lonely, he was rigid and ceremonial. He was left with a lesson today.

Ruan Mingchi really lowered his eyes, and his face was unhappy.

Ji Hao really regretted it. Looking at Ruan Mingchi's alienation, suddenly there was a time to upgrade the weapon. Because he used the wrong material for a while, he not only failed to add another product, but dropped a level.

Hey, I knew it wouldn't happen.

"I'm sorry." Ji Hao said again, coaxing carefully, already wondering where to find more love to nourish this string.

Ji Hao distracted, so he didn't see Ruan Mingchi's slightly shaking head. When the two went out again, they were separated by a meter or so, and no one spoke.

Ruan Mingchi walked in front, advanced the shower to rinse, he was a little slow, but when he came out, he found that the locker room was quiet and empty.

He walked slowly to the edge of the closet, glanced left and right, and listened carefully. There was really no sound. Ji Hao was not in the shower, and there was no one in the dressing room. The people who would always be around him suddenly disappeared. At this moment, Ruan Mingchi felt aggrieved.

It wasn't his own fault, why did he go angrily first.

The corners of his mouth were tight, and he was wearing clothes and heavier than usual. When he finally closed the door, he used a lot of energy and "bang" sounded loudly.

Like thunder, bursts of echoes, shocking a layer of sweat on Ruan Mingchi's back.

With a cold face on his back, he lowered his head and rushed out of the dressing room. The lights in the hallway outside did not know when it was turned off. There was only a little light at the end of the long passage. Ruan Mingchi wanted to walk quickly into the light, and the footsteps were inexplicable. He was hesitant, thinking all over his head, not knowing what Ji Hao was upset about, or what he should do when he saw Ji Hao when he returned to the room, asking? indifferent? Or does it matter?

For the first time in Ruan Mingchi's life, he tasted the tangle.

But life is like this corridor. In the darkest moment, as long as you take steps and walk forward, you can walk to the light.

Ruan Mingchi stood at the door, golden sunlight fell on him, and a man waiting there was wrapped in light.

Ji Hao walked up, still holding a bottle of water in his hand, and handed him in front of him, "Drink some ice water, eliminate the fire, don't be angry, OK."

The author has something to say: Dress up and apologize. Yesterday, I revised the text for a day, and I did not receive the manuscript, so I did not update it. I am very sorry.

About Xiuwen.

1. First adjust the ages of Ji Hao and Ruan Mingchi, and increase the age by two and a half years, so that you can fall in love with adulthood faster after using Dafa Time.

2. Increase the interaction of the two people's emotional lines. The author who likes to write a career line clearly planned this as a love main line from the beginning. It is still a natural bias, and now only the description of emotional details can be added.

3. The overall main line has not changed, the emotional changes have not changed, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t look at the parts you have repaired before, but if you look at it, it may be more cute... Of course, the text may become more and more ugly, and please be merciful.

And, in the end, thank you all for your support. Look at the text more. I didn’t go up at the last point, which made my mentality collapse, so I would edit the text over and over again. This world will probably end in about twenty-two chapters, everyone remember to come and watch it a pleasure.

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