My deskmate is always catching me [Rebirth]

Got teased, damn it.

This was Ye Cheng's first reaction.

It turns out that this is how it feels to be teased by a middle school student who is much younger than you.

Then, he had a strange premonition.

Wan‌ opened a certain window, and this thought became more and more intense.

This guy Lu Xiao doesn’t have that kind of intention towards him, right?

Not to mention how much I like her, at least my good impression cannot be deceived.

Ye Cheng stood in the corridor for a long time, speechless.

The education of teenagers and the desire for hormones were once again fighting in his mind.

Lu Xiao propped up his chin and looked at him through the glass window with bright eyes.

The man just stood there indifferently, as if thinking about something, with his brows furrowed, and he looked unhappy.

Did you cause him trouble?

should be.

Lu Xiao curled his lips and thought indifferently.

Then just worry about it.

It's better to have a headache because of him than to have a headache alone.

In a few days, the sports meeting kicked off.

The end of October is the season in southern China where people say whether it is hot or cold.

Sometimes the sun is shining and people are sweating profusely, and sometimes the autumn wind is rustling.

The students all changed into long-sleeved autumn uniforms, red, black and white, with their nameplates pinned to the outside.

With the cover of a coat, people usually wear their favorite short sleeves underneath.

When it's hot, take off your school uniform and wrap the cuffs around your waist. Many people like to do this.

Those boys and girls with long legs will roll up their trousers a few times and try their best to make themselves look different.

The sports department started calling for gatherings early in the morning, and the sports committees of each class went to the playground in advance.

Students from Class 20 came to the bleachers of their class and sat down noisily.

Ye Cheng called a few boys over to help, moved two tables from the classroom and placed them behind the class card of Class 20.

Jiang Jin spent a day designing the class card. Originally, it was enough to just make a cartoon, but he changed it into a Sanskrit style.

The full Xiang Kui showed his teeth and claws, clinging to the three characters "Class 20" with great arrogance. They looked like a group of lively and youthful teenagers, but they unexpectedly fit the style of their class.

The life committee member bought two boxes of milk for class fees, as well as various snacks such as Snickers bars, chocolates, and glucose to replenish physical strength.

Since Hua Wangchun was the dean and had to go to the podium to host the opening, Ye Cheng could only shoulder the responsibility of managing the class.

While holding the names on the roster, he arranged for the people walking in the formation to assemble.

In V‌ ten minutes, the ‌ team will enter the venue.

The sun gradually rose in the morning, and the temperature also rose a lot.

The plastic track exudes a strange, choking smell, and the playground is crowded and bustling.

Every class committee member had to yell to speak, and after a long time his voice was hoarse.

"Those from the national flag class come to the podium immediately! Those from the national flag class come to the podium immediately!"

"There are few members in the ‌ formation team list of Class 11. Please fill it in as soon as possible!"

"Teacher Hua Wangchun, please come to the podium!"

‌The school radio is constantly broadcasting various news, which makes people's heads buzz.

After Ye Cheng finished handling the trivial matters, he temporarily handed over the class to the life committee and left with the team.

Tan Xiaoqi signed up for the women's 1,500-meter long-distance race and stood side by side with him under the podium waiting.

The host's clichéd and impassioned opening remarks came overhead: "Hello, teachers and students! The gentle autumn wind blows on our cheeks and bathes in the warm sunshine. We gather here to welcome the 68th National Games of the 13th Middle School.

‌Will..."

Tan Xiaoqi was so hot that she fanned herself with her hands and asked Ye Cheng, "Brother Cheng, why isn't Brother Xiao with us?"

"He is from the national flag class and has to walk at the front." Ye Cheng replied casually.

Tan Xiaoqi looked at him and said tentatively: "Have you been having trouble these past few days? It seems that I haven't seen you talking to him."

Ye Cheng said uncomfortably: "The seats are far apart, so it's not convenient."

Ever since he was teased inexplicably that day, he always felt nervous whenever he saw Lu Xiao, so he deliberately avoided looking for him.

Lu Xiao also seemed a little embarrassed and no longer stayed close to him all the time. Only occasionally would she come to him for advice when she had a question she didn't know.

Tan Xiaoqi said: "It's good that we didn't quarrel. Then do you want to go and cheer him on in the basketball game this afternoon?"

This afternoon is the grade basketball competition. Lu Xiaoyun only signed up for two events: long jump and basketball.

Ye Cheng thought that after running three thousand meters, he would have nothing to do anyway, so he nodded and said, "Well, I'll also call the rest of our class when the time comes."

"Okay! I'll be a cheerleader for Brother Xiao." Tan Xiaoqi expressed expectantly.

As everyone entered the stadium, the sound of taking photos and flashing lights kept coming from the playground.

From a distance, you can hear the group of girls taking pictures discussing.

"Damn, the leader of the national flag class is so handsome!"

"Wait a minute, zoom in and let me see. Your hands were shaking just now."

"Isn't this Brother No. 1? Help, don't you all know that he is the team leader? As expected of our school idol, he is so handsome!"

As soon as Tan Xiaoqi came off the stage, she heard two girls next to her covering their mouths and screaming.

"Ah ah ah, the senior is so handsome! Can I ask him for his contact information?"

"Go ahead, go ahead! But I feel like he is quite a playboy, and he looks like he is trying to attract women."

"Is it true? I heard that he has never had a girlfriend. Could it be that he is a virgin..."

The two huddled together and laughed.

Tan Xiaoqi couldn't listen anymore and put her hands on her hips and said, "Hey, you guys, why did you go to the second area?"

"Senior, don't get me wrong, we are referees." One of the short-haired girls said.

The other one with long hair curled his lips: "It's so fierce. What's going on?"

"Haha, do you want the contact information of the national flag class leader?" Tan Xiaoqi looked at them sideways and asked.

The short-haired man was immediately excited: "Senior sister, do you know him? Can you help introduce him?"

Tan Xiaoqi sneered: "Just give up on this idea, he has a partner."

"How is that possible? The person from the logistics department said he is single, okay?" The short-haired man blinked and asked doubtfully.

Tan Xiaoqi sneered: "Little sister, you guys are so young. Just wait and see, his partner will come to cheer him on during the afternoon basketball game."

She twitched her nostrils proudly, raised her head and walked away.

Two girls:

"...What the hell? Do you know what she's talking about?"

"I don't know, I'm speechless."

Ye Cheng was running around all morning.

Busy delivering water to the athletes and manuscripts to the rostrum.

He was originally the one to write it, but he really had no time to think about it, so he gave it to Yu Kun to write it.

The moment the announcer read it out, the entire Class 20 burst into laughter.

Lu Xiao, who was long jumping in the sand pit in the distance, almost fainted when his eyes went dark.

The announcer read impassionedly: "To Lu Xiao, the school boss of Class 20, who is the second handsomest, I want to explain why he is the second handsomest. ‌Because...‌Because there is another person who is the most handsome in my heart."

Among other things, his math scores are better than mine...so I think he is the most handsome."

Her voice gradually changed from firm to uncertain, but out of professional ethics, V forced herself to read on.

"The second most handsome school girl, Lu Xiao, your eyes are the same as the dark iron tetroxide, your hair is the same as the... carbon dioxide flying in the sky, and your long legs are the same as the one at the back of the cafeteria.

Those two metasequoia trees. May you...may you be successful in one leap, may you become prosperous, may you cross the...chasm of the sand pit."

The announcer couldn't read anymore and complained in a low voice: "Is this the manuscript written by the science class? Is it so nonsense?"

She forgot that V had not left the microphone, and her voice spread throughout the playground through the radio.

There was a lot of laughter on the playground.

Her companions looked at her with horror on their faces. In the distance, Hua Wangchun was running towards the rostrum with short legs.

The referee beside the bunker almost fainted from laughing. He held his chest with a broken breath and whistled symbolically: "No. 24, Lu Xiao. Come on, I hope you can cross the gap in the bunker!"

puff--

The onlookers laughed louder and louder.

Lu Xiao clenched his fists, making a crackling sound.

——Ye Cheng is in charge of the manuscripts for their class.

‌So, Ganqing is teasing him.

Who is afraid of whom? He will have to run three thousand meters in the afternoon.

We'll see then.

Lu Xiao took off decisively, and her strong figure flew out.

Sure enough, with this leap, he successfully crossed the gap in the sand pit.

The flying sand he brought up scattered all over the sky, and he won or lost at once.

Everyone applauded, and the referee repeatedly said: "It seems that the championship is guaranteed. Class 20 is indeed full of talents."

After a morning of hard work, their class won two first places in the finals, two first places in the group stage, and five second and third places.

Overall, the results are very impressive.

During lunch, Ye Cheng deliberately ate less food.

The first event in the afternoon is 3,000 meters. It’s hard to digest too much food.

Compared with other shorter projects, the three thousand meters is a big project.

‌Before the race started, many people had gathered on both sides of the track to cheer for their class.

Class 20 was almost naked, holding colorful bouquets and inflatable sticks, and blowing whistles loudly.

"Squad leader, Li Junxiao, come on!!" Tan Xiaoqi took the lead and shouted.

Others shouted: "Come on, monitor! Come on, Li Junxiao! You are the best!"

Ye Cheng stood up, but did not see Lu Xiao in the crowd.

He had already warmed up, and the short sleeves next to the number plate were slightly sweaty. He moved his wrists and ankles a few times in place.

A yellow-haired guy next to him said to him: "Are you Ye Cheng? Do you want to run together later?"

During the long seven and a half laps, everyone would usually find someone with a similar speed to follow.

He thought to himself, what kind of sports advantage could there be for being the first in the grade? It was probably just a matter of chasing ducks to make up the numbers.

‌Because the school has a quota requirement, each class tacitly sends two people to participate. One is responsible for serious running, and the other is most likely to fish in troubled waters.

Who is responsible for fishing in troubled waters in Class 20? The result is clear at a glance.

Huang Mao pointed to the boy wearing shorts on the other side and said: "That guy is a sports student and he is here to break the record. Damn it, I don't want to be with him."

"How long do you usually stay?" Ye Cheng asked him.

He replied: "Within fifteen minutes."

Ye Cheng: "..." You are too slow, brother.

He sincerely suggested: "No, you go find Li Junxiao, the one on runway 3."

That guy is really here to fish in troubled waters.

Huang Mao gave him a strange look and had to turn around to find Li Junxiao.

"Everyone is in position, ready - start!"

As the referee fired a gunshot, all the athletes in the starting blocks rushed out.

Long-distance running is not as exciting as sprinting. At the beginning, no one had the energy, and only the sports student was far ahead.

Following closely behind him was Ye Cheng, whom Huang Mao thought was a "bastard".

There was overwhelming cheering from both sides of the aisle, and the slogans from each class were mixed together, making it almost impossible to hear clearly.

"Class after class, extraordinary!"

"Five classes and five classes, work together to achieve great results!"

…

After the first lap, the ranking did not change.

Ye Cheng and the first place were locked in a tight fight. The distance was only about thirty meters, so it was a problem that could be solved by sprinting.

His strategy is obvious: follow him in the first few laps, then try to overtake him in the last lap.

But this time the chase was not easy.

‌As a sports student, that person was used to maintaining a relatively fast speed from the beginning. The group of people behind him simply couldn't keep up. Even if they did, they wouldn't have the physical strength to surpass him in the end.

‌Therefore, there is almost half a playground between the third place and them.

On the second lap, the two of them were already leading Huang Mao, who was running at the end, by a full lap.

Huang Mao opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at Ye Cheng running past him.

His delicate face was slightly red, and he kept breathing evenly through his nose, without looking like he was struggling.

Whenever they passed by a crowd gathering, everyone spared no effort to cheer them on.

When we ran to the last lap, the announcer's sweet voice sounded.

"To Ye Cheng, the most beautiful monitor of Class 20, I have been deeply fascinated by you from the first day I saw you... Ahem, treasure, I had noodles for lunch today. What kind of noodles did I eat?

I want to see you..."

When the word "treasure" came out, Ye Cheng staggered.

The announcer continued tremblingly: "When you are speeding on the track, you are the same deer running freely in the jungle."

It finally sounds like it's normal, ‌‌ the next second.

"The road you are running is not an ordinary road, it is the road that leads to my heart..."

Ye Cheng's foot stumbled and he almost fell down.

The laughter outside the runway was deafening.

He looked towards the rostrum and saw Lu Xiao running down in a hurry, chasing Hua Wangchun behind him.

…

Ye Cheng took a deep breath, held back his smile for the time being, and chased forward.

He was really convinced by this mentally retarded thing.

He followed the first place closely for seven laps, but the athlete was really good. In the last half lap, he showed amazing explosive power.

The moment he accelerated, Ye Cheng also accelerated and sprinted.

The two of them rushed towards the end at the same time, and finally reached the red line almost in tandem.

The athletic student's chest touched the line first.

The onlookers cheered and hugged them, squeezing their shoulders and relaxing their bodies.

The sports student gasped and gave Ye Cheng a thumbs up: "Brother, you are so good. Not many people in this school can catch up with me."

Ye Cheng's last sprint exhausted all his strength. He was sweating profusely and turned to him, holding his knees and panting.

Tan Xiaoqi shouted wildly: "Silver medal, that's great, class monitor! You don't know how scary that guy is. He has been the school record holder since he entered school."

Jiang Jin also yelled: "Brother Cheng, you are my god! I'm good at studying and good at sports. Woohoo, I love you so much!"

Ye Cheng rested for a while and drank the glucose handed over by others before he finally recovered.

Not far away, Lu Xiao was walking over here. His left ear was red, probably because he was pulled by Hua Wangchun.

Ye Cheng looked at him funny, and just as he was about to walk over, he suddenly became unsteady and his body tilted.

Several people nearby exclaimed and wanted to reach out to help him.

Lu Xiao, with quick eyes and quick hands, stepped forward to help him, frowning and saying, "What's wrong?"

"Hiss." Only then did Ye Cheng feel the pain coming from his ankle, the kind of pain that connected to the tendons.

‌The pain was bone-piercing.

I was running so fast just now that I was already a little numb.

He held Lu Xiao's arm with one hand and said, "It seems to be twisted."

Jiang came over to help check: "Did you sprain it while running just now? Go to the infirmary quickly."

Ye Cheng lifted up his trouser leg and saw that his right ankle had become swollen.

"Oh my God, I'm all red. I have to go to the infirmary quickly." Tan Xiaoqi said anxiously.

Ye Cheng opened his mouth and was about to say, "Can any of you help me get the class card?" Then he walked with his hand on it.

Suddenly, Lu Xiao bent down, put his hands on her shoulders, and carried him on his back in front of everyone.

A series of ‌‌ were so fast that Ye Cheng didn't even react. When he came to his senses, he was already on Lu Xiao's back.

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

Lu Xiao held his legs firmly, turned and walked towards the infirmary.

Ye Cheng was completely stunned.

Tan Xiaoqi stayed for two seconds and hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent herself from screaming.

"Fuck...fuck! Brother Xiao's boyfriend is so powerful!" She shook Jiang Jin beside her with all her strength, so excited that she almost burst into tears, "Am I worthy of watching this?

Is this something I can watch without paying?! Oh my God, he carries it so manly and easily, help, help, help!"

Jiang Jin almost vomited out his lunch and said dissatisfied: "I was about to accompany Brother Cheng to the infirmary. By the way, did Brother Xiao forget that he had a basketball game? Why don't I make a phone call to remind him?

Give him a moment."

Just as he was about to take out his cell phone, Tan Xiaoqi slapped the back of his hand with a loud crunching sound.

"You are sick, why are you a lightbulb?" She said plausibly, "The basketball game doesn't start until Thursday. It's early, so don't disturb the young couple."

Jiang Jin: "..."

Ye Cheng never imagined that one day he would be carried away in public by a middle school student.

‌And he couldn't help but blush, and he turned red.

Lu Xiao's shoulders and back are broad and strong. His hands are clinging to them, and the muscle lines can be vaguely felt.

He was wearing a light gray T-shirt today, and his back was slightly damp with sweat.

Her broken hair half covered the back of her neck, and her body exuded a faint scent of orange blossom, which was the perfume he gave her.

Ye Cheng stared at his collar in shock, not daring to get close to him, and suddenly swayed.

He was startled and quickly put his arms around him.

Lu Xiao's back stiffened, then returned to normal.

Ye Cheng couldn't help but withdraw his hand, as if he felt guilty, so he kept his arms around his neck, cleared his throat and said,

"Actually, it's not that troublesome. Just hold me up."

"Can you walk underground?" Lu Xiao asked.

Ye Cheng said: "It should be possible."

He thought that doing this would put him down.

Who knows, Lu Xiao said: "Oh, but I want to carry you."

Ye Cheng choked.

The arm holding his shoulder slowly became uncomfortable. At one time, he felt his hand was sore, but he couldn't move it away.

Not only can't I move it, but I can't move it, as if I've been cursed.

It's not that he has never been carried by Lu Xiao, but they are two completely different moods.

He drank too much before, and Lu Xiao walked slowly under the sycamore tree with him on his back.

In the dark night, he rested his face on the back, feeling a sense of peace that he had never experienced since he was a child.

Children can only feel this way when they are on their father's back.

In Lu Xiao, he found an unprecedented sense of security.

‌At this moment, his mood was tense and hesitant.

Accompanied by a unique sense of youthfulness.

Whether it was a T-shirt that was different from a suit or the unfamiliar campus environment around him, everything reminded him that this was not the Lu Xiao in his memory.

‌Attraction does not distinguish between time and space. No matter who Lu Xiao is, he can't help but want to get close to him.

Ye Cheng slowly pressed his face against his, leaning on his slightly raised shoulder blades.

I was a little nervous, but I still felt at ease.

Lu Xiao's breathing became rapid, but she didn't say anything and just let him lean against her.

The infirmary is not far from the playground, and the two of them arrived within a few minutes.

After entering the door, Lu Xiao carefully placed him on the chair.

It was obvious that he was sweating from the heat, and it was uncomfortable to have someone close to his back. But the moment Ye Cheng let go of his hand, he felt a little disappointed.

As if reluctant to part with it.

"Dr. Wang, he has sprained his ankle. Please take a look at it."

Seeing the doctor bending down to roll up Ye Cheng's pants, Lu Xiao spoke up.

When he was a child, he would run to the infirmary every two days.

Either he was injured in a fight and came in for medicine, or he begged the doctor to give him a sick leave for stomach pain. Dr. Wang was a semi-acquaintance with him.

Of course, Lu Xiao will never forget how he tricked her.

On the sick leave note, he wrote "dysmenorrhea" in a colorful way. He handed it to the class teacher without even reading it. As a result, he was taken to the office and made to stand on the spot.

Dr. Wang glanced at him: "I haven't seen you for several months, how come you're so good at being a good person?"

"We are..." Lu Xiao hesitated, "Good friends, not good people or good deeds."

Ye Cheng raised his head and glanced at him.

Dr. Wang laughed and said: "Where are my good friends, are you playing house?"

He casually pinched Ye Cheng's ankle a few times, causing him to cry out in pain.

Lu Xiao was anxious: "You are so gentle, how can you be so pinched!"

"You're a kid who can't stand pain anymore," Dr. Wang looked at Ye Cheng with disgust and said, "It's not a big problem. Just twist your muscles and you'll be fine. Just spray it with Yunnan Baiyao a few times."

He stood up and rummaged in the cabinet, and muttered: "Children these days are getting more and more delicate... Hey, where's my spray?"

Dr. Wang searched for a long time but couldn't find it, so he said to them: "I'll go look for it in the warehouse. You guys stay here for a while."

As soon as he left, the infirmary became quiet.

Ye Cheng looked around. He was sitting on a chair. There was a hospital bed not far away, with a screen behind it.

"Do you come here often?" he asked casually.

Lu Xiao knelt down to check his feet and casually responded: "Yes, I came here often last semester."

I don't know why, but his direct gaze made Ye Cheng feel embarrassed.

Obviously it's not a private part.

He couldn't help but shrink his feet back, trying to divert his attention: "Is it because of a fight?"

Seeing him retreating, Lu Xiao stretched out her hand and hooked his calf over, frowning and said: "Don't, let me take a look."

His hand became stronger than before, and Ye Cheng's face instantly turned red again.

Lu Xiao lifted up his trouser legs, revealing his slender calves and ankles.

Compared with his peers, Ye Cheng's frame is not too big. In addition to being taller, to a certain extent, his bones are relatively long.

His calves were straight and white, and his ankles were so thin that Lu Xiao could wrap them around them with one hand.

The red and swollen area sticks out, which is more conspicuous on the white skin.

The blood vessels on the instep were light blue. Before this, Lu Xiao had never thought that someone's feet could look so beautiful.

The picture in front of him seemed to overlap with his previous dream, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused.

The ankle is empty without any tattoos.

Ye Cheng was staring at him and his face turned red when he suddenly heard him ask.

"Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo for the person you like?"

"Ah?" Ye Cheng was stunned.