Love You Till Death

Twelve years old.

Boy, should it be the age to prepare for a long life?

Eat this for dinner?

Ji Hao walked over.

Seeing Ruan Mingchi's frightened face showing another color, with vigilance and anger, like a blown-out beast, Ji Hao could almost hear the "gurgling" in his throat.

Ruan Mingchi's bulging cheeks quickly flattened out, and then pulled out the flattened straw.

He opened his mouth, licked his lips again, rolled away the thick white milk beads on his lower lip, and said, "A fight?"

The voice was deliberately overwhelmed, but still able to hear the milky voice of the young man, and then looked at those childish eyes, Ji Hao suddenly remembered what the real Ruan Shangxian looked like?

Yazheng, Duanfang, bright and beautiful, seems to be just a simple adjective, 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 dinner."

Ruan Mingchi looked at him and frowned, "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting, do you want to go?" Ji Hao opened his eyes and talked nonsense, anyway, he fooled people to dinner before talking.

"What if I don't go? I'm already full."

"Then you and Yu Jiao said."

"..." The teenager hesitated obviously, thought about it, raised his hands to carefully roll the remaining bread, put it in his pants pocket, then picked up the milk, strode meteorically, and hit Ji Hao's heart and went out .

Ji Hao stumbled backwards and stumbled on the table, making a loud noise.

The person who had gone out was frightened to look back at him secretly, and there was a panic in his flashing eyes, hesitated for a moment, and then moved faster, as if ready to take off at any time.

Ji Hao was amused by his appearance.

He was not surprised. He and Ruan Mingchi's position in the small world conflicted. After all, he was almost outside, and he could almost disperse Ruan Shangxian's soul. Therefore, as this small world is the spiritual projection of Ruan Shangxian, their relationship is bound to be very tense, even if they are directly facing each other.

Ji Hao really couldn't get angry with the fierce and counseling appearance of a teenager.

He followed the teenager and left the function building. The two separated by ten meters in front of each other and did not talk. Walking through the dormitory building, until he came to the lazy long sloping slope, the teenager walking in front suddenly looked back at him.

"Yu Jiao really called me?"

"Ok."

"Why are you following me?"

"Yu Jiao let me eat with you."

"..." The young man's face instantly became confused, his thick eyebrows curled slightly, he looked at Ji Hao for a while, and turned and walked away again.

Ji Hao didn't talk much, just kept his distance and entered the restaurant together.

This time, there were no more people in the restaurant. The remaining dishes in the big pot could not cover the bottom. When Ruan Mingchi passed, the aunt who was eating let him do it himself. Ruan Mingchi filled himself with a big The bowl of food, picked a corner to sit down and bored to eat.

Ji Hao saw that he was eating, instead of approaching, he turned around and left.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, he saw Zhang Jin playing cards in the dormitory with two people. 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 flashed slightly, and he said: " Jin, why are you here?"

Zhang Jin is seventeen years old, and he is quite old in the provincial team, so he is already tall and strong. With long-term exercise, he looks very bluffing. The younger team members didn't dare to face him, and it was barely obedience, and he developed his unbridled temper.

Of course, he is old and has the best development. His swimming performance is naturally the fastest, so before today, no one dared to object to the status of "One Brother", and it was justified.

Holding a card in his hand, Zhang Jin “snap” on the table and said, “Aren’t you a small person in this house? Come clean.

Ji Hao came to Zhang Jin and leaned on the back of the chair with one hand, bending over: "We still have to do homework at night."

"What's the hurry, what time is it, and I'll finish after playing."

"No, I can't finish it."

Zhang Jin paused while playing cards and turned to look at him: "Why did you suddenly learn?"

"Learning gives us connotation, learning gives us self-cultivation, learning gives us temperament, learning makes us learn to think, and learning makes us discern right from wrong."

Everyone looked at it, dumbfounded.

Ji Hao grinned, raised his hand and held Zhang Jin's hand and said, "Reading also tells us that cheating is wrong."

So everyone looked away from Ji Hao's face, and looked at the card pinched in Zhang Jin's hand... A card was obviously dropped, and once buried, it was buried in the card No one can find it in the heap.

Suddenly realized.

"Lao Jin, are you cheating?"

"I go, I said how do you always win when you play cards?"

"Will you cheat every time?"

"I owe three meals. I wiped it!"

It was the teammates brought by Zhang Jin. You said one word, climbed the pole, and the opening bet was to wipe out the bets you lost before playing cards.

Zhang Jin's face turned red first, and then he cooled down. He glanced fiercely at Ji Hao and smashed the card in his hand on the table. "I just took it upside down. Why are you talking so fast? Isn’t it gambling, am I cheating? Okay, now you explain to them!"

Ji Hao laughed: "Brother Jin, what did you ask me to explain? I haven't seen it before, but just like that. Suddenly I remembered the short video I watched a few days ago, when I talked a lot? Sorry."

This explanation is not as good as not explaining, instead, it is a matter of cheating Zhang Jin playing cards.

Zhang Jin's face was extremely ugly, and he slowly stood up.

He was more than half the head taller than Ji Hao, tall and strong. The swimmer's unique wide shoulders made him look full of power. When he bowed his head and stared at Ji Hao, he covered the lights above his head.

Ji Hao, who was obviously thinner, looked calm and said with a smile: "Brother Jin, are you going? Okay, I really have to do my homework, come back and play again."

"Ji Hao, did you take the wrong medicine today? Are you ill?" Zhang Jin stared at Ji Hao, his fierce eyebrows almost rising.

Ji Hao didn't feel his anger at all, saying, "Yeah, the throat was a little uncomfortable in the past two days, and it's probably a bit cold. You should stay away from me. After two days, it's not a quota game. Don’t infect you, I’ll rely on me if I don’t perform well.”

"..." Zhang Jin's blood vessels jumped suddenly on his forehead, but he couldn't find the direction of venting with full of anger. Looking at the smiling young man in front of him, he could only lift his lips to show his fangs, and finally threatened The child pointed at Ji Hao completely and left with sleeves.

The bedroom door was kicked in, kicked against the wall, and bounced back.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

The lock fell.

The rest of the house was dazed.

Ji Hao was slapped with a shoulder on his shoulder, and said to Zhang Jin’s brother in the same room: “Are you deliberately recruiting him? Okay, why did you make trouble?”

Another brother also nodded: "Actually, we know that he plays the card, just play with him, it is not good for you to pierce, and you don't know that he is the best face."

Finally, Yin Xuelin suddenly realized: "Ah-lying trough, I just lost angina. You honestly told me, did you come here and deliberately pit me?"

"No no no!"

"Where?"

"Good brother, it's hard to be the same."

Yin Xuelin, "Bah! Who wants to be in trouble with you, roll!"

After fighting for a while, the three of them suddenly fell silent again. Yin Xuelin looked at Ji Hao worriedly and said, "Even if you feel bad for my brother, don't pierce Zhang Jin face to face. He will target you again."

At the moment, Ji Hao has wiped Ruan Mingchi's seat clean and is putting it back. Hearing Yin Xuelin's words, Ji Hao turned and smiled, "Brother, I am 15 years old."

"What's the matter? Are you going to make trouble in Tiangong Temple?" Yin Xuelin rolled his eyes, and the other two brothers were also laughing.

Ji Hao said: "I was promoted to the youth group."

Yin Xuelin was stunned for a while, and then thought of something, the smile on the corner of the two brothers' mouths also closed.

Ji Hao looked at the three men and finally said, "I can tolerate him today, but I can't stand it on the court. In case I win him, he doesn't have to target me. It's hard to make it to be a friend with him, I deliberately swim Isn’t that worthy of my ten years of work? Besides, did he take me as a friend? He is just a younger brother who takes me seriously and listens to you, right?"

Yin Xuelin stopped talking.

He and Ji Hao were in the same year, and the environment was exactly the same.

The other two brothers actually felt the same, but it was about to endure in silence. After a few seconds of silence, one person said: "Don’t make fun of it, you are only fifteen, and you haven’t grown up yet. What do you take with Zhang? Jin Jin, Zhang Jin almost got into the national team. Not to mention him, did you swim with us? You are a youth group, but you are a group B, we are in group A, there is no hostile relationship at all. Ji Hao, you The state is a bit extreme."

"Shut up." The other person raised his hand and patted Ji Hao on the shoulder.

Ji Hao laughed: "The previous year's World Youth Championships, the men's 100-meter butterfly stroke champion was only fifteen."

The two brothers smiled at once, and wanted to say that the ethnicity of Chinese is different from that of foreigners. They were only nine and nine at the age of fifteen when they won the championship. How tall are you now? One meter seven five? What do you want? Can we actually do it a little bit?

But without waiting to say anything, the door lock was turned, and as the door opened, the young face of Ruan Mingchi was revealed.

He stood at the door, watching the nervous atmosphere in the house with vigilance, pursed his lips, and walked in like a thunder.

Go to bed.

Put down the mosquito net.

Lie down.

In one go.

The brothers still regarded Ji Hao as a brother, but a lonely and impolite guy like Ruan Mingchi was not within their courtesy. Zhangkou said: "I understand, don't you just remember the youth training quota? If you are I can really swim out the results, the quota will definitely be yours."

Another brother's eyes lit up: "Yes, I remember when you celebrated Qixi on your birthday last year. The streets are full of girls holding roses, so is it August? So is it not yet fifteen? You can stay in the junior group. With your current results, the quota is definitely yours."

The teenager lying on the bed moved a bit, turned his head and looked over.

Ji Hao was across the thick mosquito net, and the youngster's eyes met.

The author has something to say: because the writing is a bit deducting details, it is said to be fast-wearing, but writing a small world concubine within ten chapters is impossible. We strive for thirty chapters, a small world of 100,000 words, OK?

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