I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 17

Back in the dormitory, Jiang Wensong put the three dolls stuffed in his schoolbag neatly on the bookshelf of the desk, which looked quite imposing at first glance.

Shen Xingwen sat with his legs crossed and looked at it for a while, "Don't say that it looks bluffing at first glance. Although the school doll is ugly, it's not just distributed casually. It's a symbol of honor."

Jiang Wensong punched the limp doll, and stared at it for a while, wondering what he was thinking.

In the past few weeks, there have been many other competitions one after another. After a few days, Shen Xingwen approached Jiang Wensong mysteriously.

"Xiao Song Xiao Song."

"what."

"Do you want to go to the boxing match?" She squeezed her eyes.

"Don't go."

"Huh? Brother, I specially asked for two tickets for you!"

"Okay, stop talking, I know, you definitely want to see it, that's it, tomorrow at 12:30 pm, don't forget that I'm going to bed good night~" Shen Xingwen quickly climbed onto the bed and fell asleep under the quilt.

Jiang Wensong was not entirely uninterested in boxing, so together with Shen Xingwen, the two of them bought milk tea and went to the boxing gym slowly.

There are very few female audiences in the boxing gym, and they are basically boys.

When the boxers were on the field, a row of strong men, Shen Xingwen's elbow followed the clockwork and stabbed Jiang Wensong.

Jiang Wensong looked at him with a frown.

Shen Xingwen blinked greasyly at him.

Jiang Wensong was amused by him because he was too speechless.

But after watching for a while, Jiang Wensong found a familiar figure inside. He pushed Shen Xingwen, moved his head, and didn't speak.

Shen Xingwen tilted his head and asked cheerfully, "What's the matter? Who do you like?"

"Get out," Jiang Wensong scolded, "I mean, do you think that is Brother Xu's good friend, Gao Cheng?"

Shen Xingwen looked in that direction on tiptoe, "It seems to be, ah, really."

Jiang Wensong nodded, it turned out he was learning boxing.

After the simple opening ceremony, the game officially started. The battle was quite fierce, and the audience present was also engrossed. Cheers and screams came and went, and the small venue was very lively.

It happened to be Gao Cheng's game on the court.

"Wow!" Shen Xingwen was very absorbed in watching, clenched his fists and let out an American exclamation, with a very greasy tone in his tone.

Jiang Wensong stood up with the audience, looked at the ring, and applauded hard.

"Brother Cheng is amazing, don't the awesome ones only play with the awesome ones?" Shen Xingwen thought about He Mingxu, frowned and pondered, then turned to Jiang Wensong after a while, and made his own judgment, "I think Yes, handsome ones only play with handsome ones~"

Jiang Wensong turned his head to look at him, turned his head silently, raised his mobile phone and took a photo of Gao Cheng who was still on the ring, and sent it to He Mingxu.

[I saw your friend, it's amazing! [thumbs]]

Put away the phone, Jiang Wensong continued to watch the game.

When Shen Xingwen saw the female boxer, he never closed his mouth, "The grass is so strong!"

When the two came out of the stadium after watching all the games, it might be because they were too emotional throughout the whole process. After they came out, they returned to the quiet place without screaming and cheering, and they were a little dazed.

"It's pretty nice." Jiang Wensong commented dryly, his head was a little swollen, and walking felt like stepping on cotton.

"Yeah, tell me whoever you like." Shen Xingwen agreed. "I feel that Xiao Song, your appearance and..."

Shen Xingwen swept up and down, "It's okay to be straight and bent."

"..." Jiang Wensong raised his eyebrows, and turned his head to look at Shen Xingwen impatiently, sweeping up and down as if appraising him.

Shen Xingwen looked at Jiang Wensong's darkened face, his voice gradually weakened, and he quickly ran away, "I made a mistake, Brother Song!"

Jiang Wensong chased after him all the way, the two chased each other, beat each other with punches and palms, and were out of breath when they climbed to the dormitory floor.

After returning to the dormitory to end the fight, Jiang Wensong lazily slumped to his seat and turned on his phone to check for new news.

The news of He Mingxu jumped out immediately.

Jiang Wensong opened it unpreparedly. It was a photo of the abdominal muscles. It was taken in the dark, but it could be seen that the abdominal muscles were in perfect shape and looked very sexy.

Tilting his head in doubt, Jiang Wensong asked.

Who is it?

I.

He panicked for a few seconds because of the too quick and direct reply, Jiang Wensong frowned and thought, not understanding why He Mingxu suddenly sent himself a photo of his abs, scrolled up the chat history, and saw the picture he sent to He Mingxu.

In the photo, Gao Chenggao raised his hands to celebrate the victory, and his body was muscular under the light.

Jiang Wensong looked at the photos sent by He Mingxu again, couldn't help laughing out loud, and replied very appreciatively.

"You're all in great shape. [Drooling]"

"No." He Mingxu firmly denied.

"I'm a little better than him."

After a few seconds, he added, "He's too bearish, not good-looking."

Jiang Wensong looked at it for a while without a word, and had no choice but to post a cute emoji to pass the test.

After opening He Mingxu's photo and looking at it for a while, Jiang Wensong silently long-pressed to save it.

Thursday and Friday are the school's track and field games. Because the school is a comprehensive university, all competitions are divided into three groups, mainly for special students, non-special students and other ordinary undergraduates to compete fairly and enjoy sports competitions. fun of.

The scale of the school's sports field is completely different from that of high school, and the auditorium capacity is quite large.

On the opening day of the sports meeting, the entire track and field field was full of people. Each department wore T-shirts of different colors to distinguish them. In addition, there were different support sticks and flags for each department. The entire auditorium was colorful. .

The weather is also surprisingly strong, and the autumn is just right for the crisp and sunny weather.

The boys were all sitting in the back row, and Jiang Wensong sat directly on the highest floor. Today, because he wanted to watch the game, he put on black-rimmed glasses to see the whole situation.He even brought a peaked cap to shade him from the sun. When he went out, Shen Xingwen complained that he made himself look like a star.

Shen Xingwen was in charge of taking pictures today and was running around in the arena all the time. Jiang Yao was sitting among the girls again with his girlfriend. A bunch of small parasols opened by children to shade them, like a bunch of small mushrooms.

After the roll call in the morning, Jiang Wensong felt that watching the game alone was boring, so he put on a prepared coat to cover up the color of the T-shirt, so he slipped away to find He Mingxu and the others.

He Mingxu and the others also sat on the highest floor, with a good view, but the seats were all full.

Wang Haohao generously contributed his thigh, "Come on, Xiao Song, sit on my lap and watch!"

Jiang Wensong looked around.

"Sit on my lap." He Mingxu sat on the outermost side, stretched his long legs, "It's convenient for walking."

Wang Haohao looked at the positions of the two of them, and sat on the inside by himself. It was really inconvenient for Xiao Song to be on his own lap, so he nodded, "Yes."

"Xiao Song, just sit down, it's rare for brother Xu to be so good-tempered." Wang Haohao raised an eyebrow at Jiang Wensong.

Seeing that Jiang Wensong didn't move, He Mingxu reached out and grabbed Jiang Wensong's hand and pulled it. Jiang Wensong staggered and sat on his strong thigh.

"You're blocking others."

"Oh." Jiang Wensong nodded embarrassedly and looked to the side.I found that many boys were sitting like stacks of arhats and yelling together because of insufficient seats.

After a while, the boy sitting on top of each other started to shake his legs with a smile, and the two boys sitting on top laughed joltingly, not knowing what pornographic waste was going on in their minds. The scene was indescribable.

Jiang Wensong silently looked away, coughed feignedly, pushed his glasses, and tried to focus on the game.

He Mingxu wrapped his arms around Jiang Wensong's thin waist, leaned back in the chair, and stared at the back of Jiang Wensong's head.

Feeling Jiang Wensong's obvious nervousness and discomfort, He Mingxu's mood inexplicably became a little happier. He reached out to take the snacks from Wang Haohao's hand, and asked deliberately, "Do you want to eat snacks?"

"Ah?" Jiang Wensong turned his head awkwardly, visibly uncomfortable to the naked eye.

He Mingxu straightened his back on purpose, adjusted his posture, grabbed Jiang Wensong's waist and moved it to his lap, and the two of them got closer, "You can just sit at ease, it's not heavy."

Jiang Wensong felt the strength of He Mingxu's big hand clasping his waist, his heart was beating very fast, but he replied like a wooden man, "Oh."

"Eat." He Mingxu took the initiative to stuff the snacks into the arms of the wooden man Jiang Wensong, looking very considerate.

"Oh."

"Grass!! Strong!!!" Wang Haohao, who was sitting next to him and concentrated on watching the game, didn't notice it, staring at the athletes who had crossed the finish line jumped up from their seats and applauded wildly. "Awesome!!!"

He Mingxu was in a good mood, took a bottle of drink with one hand, opened the can, and took a few sips.

The competition on the field was fierce, and the most interesting thing was the competition of the track and field students. Before he knew it, Jiang Wensong also immersed himself in the competition and gradually relaxed.

He Mingxu didn't have much interest in watching the game. He looked at Jiang Wensong, wondering what kind of shampoo this person used and what kind of shampoo he used.

I don't know who shouted the new record, everyone got excited all of a sudden, stood up and applauded.

"Wow..." Jiang Wensong subconsciously stood up and applauded along with the students around him.

He Mingxu frowned dissatisfiedly looking at Jiang Wensong who got up suddenly.

After the applause subsided, Jiang Wensong realized it and turned to look at He Mingxu.

He Mingxu sat like an old man, still maintaining his posture.

Jiang Wensong smiled at him and carefully sat down again.

When the morning competition was about to end, Shen Xingwen happily ran over with colorful chicken feathers on his head.

"Brother Xu! Seeing that the senior dyed me once..." Shen Xingwen suddenly stopped, looked at Jiang Wensong and blinked, "Xiao Song, why are you here? Where is Brother Xu?"

"Huh?" He Mingxu poked his head out behind Jiang Wensong and looked at Shen Xingwen.

"..." Shen Xingwen's enthusiasm for showing off his colorful feathers suddenly subsided, "Uh..."

Shen Xingwen looked at Jiang Wensong, then at He Mingxu.

Wow~ I couldn't help but let out an American exclamation in my heart.

Jiang Wensong is awesome, and he can watch games on Brother Xu's lap.