The monthly exam results were announced the day after the exam. The transcript was posted at the front of the classroom. Lynch was not tall and couldn't see clearly after tiptoeing for a long time. After squeezing for a long time, he finally squeezed in.

I felt relieved that my name was the first one, and hurriedly found Meng Hui's name.

"Haha, it's only 47th place!" Lynch couldn't help laughing, laughing so happily that he didn't even notice that the classmates around him had already dispersed.

Lynch's cheek was poked slightly, and Lynch's head subconsciously turned his head, and a handsome face with expressionless expression was close at hand. Lynch's smile suddenly froze on his face.

The students in Class 7 watched helplessly as the ace good student in their class was taken away by the older students carrying their school uniforms and collars. The class monitor, walked all the way.

Lynch didn't dare to say a word, and was silently pulled by Meng Hui to the secluded place in the school corridor.

The tall shrubs drooped, and the green leaves were trimmed very cleanly. Lynch held them with his hands, lowered his head and did not dare to speak. Meng Hui stood beside him. The tall figure was still full of pressure even if he didn't say a word. Lin

Qi gritted his teeth and whispered: "I just didn't mean it."

"What's not intentional?" Meng Hui said indifferently.

Lynch: Well, he did it on purpose.

Who made Meng Hui always like to tease him? Isn’t he allowed him to secretly laugh like this? In the future, every time Mr. Meng is defeated, he will leave seeds of happiness in his heart.

He now thinks of Meng Hui's appearance of toilet paper stuffed into his nose and wants to laugh.

Lynch did not answer, but instead smiled on her face, Meng Hui was unable to stand up. She hooked Lynch's neck hard. Lynch was laughing secretly, but was caught off guard and raised

He grabbed Meng Hui's arm and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I shouldn't laugh at you."

"Who am I yours?" Meng Hui lowered his head and said with a smile.

Lynch was stunned and said carefully: "Brother Hui?"

Meng Hui stared at him, his eyes fixed. His eyes were like wild animals, and he always emitted the light to capture people's hearts. When he was stared at him, he really felt like he was stared at by a beast, as if he was about to be swallowed into his stomach in the next second.

Lynch's heart was beating with irresistible tension. Just as he was panicked and wanted to run away, Meng Hui let go, "Just remember."

Lynch jumped far away and said, "Yes, sorry, Brother Hui." He rushed over from Meng Hui's side.

Meng Hui did not chase after him, stood there, his eyes falling on the corner where Lynch's figure disappeared.

He felt that Lynch was a little guarded against him, and sometimes he was avoiding him, not as if he was purely timid and shy, but as if he had seen through his thoughts.

Of course, he did not deliberately hide his thoughts.

Lynch, a child of sixteen or seventeen, can I understand what Meng Hui thinks.

But judging from Lynch's various behaviors, Lynch not only understands it, but also knows it thoroughly.

Even when I go to the bathroom, I know to hide from him.

Meng Hui's hands overlapped, and his eyes faintly recalled his previous life.

Lynch has never had a girlfriend.

He seemed to be born with disgusted with intimacy. Except for having a little bit of brotherhood towards Meng Hui, he was very concerned about the other men and women.

Meng Hui could feel that he was special in Lynch's heart.

It was not that he had tried it before, but the results of the tests were always disappointed. Meng Hui even hired his secretary to get engaged to him.

When Lynch appeared in the backstage of the engagement ceremony, the ecstasy that burst out in Meng Hui's heart was still unforgettable. He was intertwined with the great sorrow he received from the police call later, which was called "despair".

If he hadn't deliberately tried Lynch, if when Lynch talked to him about the company project, he wasn't so entangled with his disappointment and deliberately spoke harshly, then would Lynch... not die?

"No. 47," Meng Hui curled his lips and said to himself, "...it's too unreasonable."

For the first time, Meng Hui did not send Lynch home that night, so he would pay attention to safety by himself.

While Lynch was a little unaccustomed to it, he secretly worried that Meng Hui would do something that violated the rule of law society. "Do you have anything to do?"

"It's nothing, don't worry." Meng Hui rubbed his short hair and left directly.

Lynch slowly exhaled, blinked his eyes and lingered for a few times, but he still didn't go into the deepest exploration and went back first.

...

After that, Meng Hui did not send Lynch home for a month, and he didn't come to wait for Lynch in the morning. It was still as usual at school. He occasionally came to tease Lynch after class, and took Lynch to the bathroom with him.

The previous relationship was much different.

Although Lynch had questions in his heart, he thought it would be good to keep a distance from Meng Hui in this way, so he adapted happily.

The weather is getting colder, and the school announced that it will hold a sports meeting. As a high school student with great pressure to study, everyone is in high spirits to relax for a day without studying.

The sports committee members everywhere recruited the men to sign up, but there was still a huge gap after being pulled back and forth, so they put their ideas on Lynch.

"Me?" Lynch's pen stopped and said in surprise, "What can I do?"

His body's athletic talent is about zero. Whether it is running and long jump, it can only be described as "scrap". He said panickedly: "I can't do it." Everyone hid behind the pile of books on the table.

"You can't..." The sports committee member lowered his head and raised his eyes back, "Someone can do it."

Lynch followed his gaze and saw Meng Hui's empty seat.

"Do you want Meng Hui to go?" Lynch shrank his face and waved his hand, "Don't think about it, he won't go."

It was already a miracle that Mr. Meng returned to school. It was a bit whimsical to expect him to participate in the sports meet.

"Hey, if you don't ask, how do you know he is not happy to go?" the sports committee member said anxiously.

Lynch blinked, "Why didn't you ask?"

The sports committee member said with confidence: "Don't you two have the best relationship."

Lynch lowered his head, "I won't go."

"Squad Leader~~" The tall and powerful sports committee member pulled Lynch's thin arm and twisted around and acted coquettishly. Lynch's expression was immediately hard to describe, "You go and talk... Don't shake me... No, no...

... "

"Oh, good squad leader, just help." The sports committee member twisted himself into a mess, his voice becoming more and more coquettish, and Lynch's head became louder.

The sports committee member was shaking vigorously, and he was gently patted on his shoulder. He instinctively felt the danger, put down Lynch's hand and said to Lynch: "You think about it again." He quickly slipped away without even turning his head.

.

Lynch said to Meng Hui who came back: "Have you heard it all?"

"I heard it," Meng Hui flipped through the book on Lynch's table, "Do you want me to go?"

Lynch hurriedly distanced himself from the relationship and said, "No, I respect your own opinions."

"Then I want to ask for your opinion?" Meng Hui said.

Lynch pulled the pen and lowered his head to avoid it, "My opinion is nothing."

Meng Hui leaned his arm against Lynch's pile of books, and his whole body covered Lynch. He watched Lynch write slowly, and after a while, he left quietly.

Only then did Lynch vomit out the breath he held.

I have gradually gotten used to the current distance. Lynch thinks it is good now, not far or near, and it is just right for ordinary friends in the school.

...

On the day when the actual sports meeting began, Lynch was stopped by Meng Hui as soon as he entered the classroom, "Come here."

"What are you doing?" Lynch put down his schoolbag and walked over.

Meng Hui took off his school uniform jacket and exposed the black short-sleeved inside. The weather gradually became colder. Meng Hui still didn't wear much. The school uniform jacket is semi-permanent, and the vest is no longer considered wearing. She wore two short-sleeved sleeves from the game hall all day long. Today

The short sleeves are printed with "Invincible Battle" and are the name of a popular game now.

"Put it for me." Meng Hui turned around and pulled out a number plate from the desk drawer.

Lynch was slightly stunned, took the number plate and said, "Did you sign up?"

"Yes." Meng Hui said lightly.

Lynch tore the sticker behind the number plate and put the number plate on Meng Hui smoothly. Although Meng Hui was wearing it, the temperature on her body was not low, and her back was hot. Lynch whispered: "I thought you."

Don't like these activities."

Meng Hui took the school uniform beside him and put it on, rubbed Lynch's head, "For the honor of the class."

This kind of words came out of Meng Hui's mouth, which was extremely inconsistent. After staying for a while, Lynch was still a little funny when he looked at Meng Hui's back as he ran out, and couldn't help laughing.

After the opening ceremony, the first item was the man fifty meters. Lynch sat in the stands and saw the conspicuous black T-shirt and extremely tall figure among the athletes side by side. He always felt like he was dreaming.

After being reborn, Meng Hui still has this kind of leisurely thought, standing with a group of young boys to run.

The more Lynch looked at it, the more he felt Coke, and his eyes narrowed.

At this time, Meng Hui, who was exercising his hands and feet, suddenly turned his attention to the stands and accurately caught Lynch who was having fun in the crowd.

As soon as Lynch's eyes were caught by him, he felt guilty and moved away. Meng Hui seemed to see his intention and moved away his eyes first.

Lynch was stunned instead.

Meng Hui seemed to have changed his personality recently, and deliberately kept a distance from Lynch.

The starting gun fired, and Lynch's thoughts were pulled back. All the classmates were cheering for Meng Hui at the top of their lungs. Lynch wondered in confusion, when will the relationship between their classmates and Meng Hui be closer?

Amid the shouts, Lynch also shouted a few words.

Unexpectedly, Meng Hui was the first in this group. He was one or two years older than the same grade, and had a strong congenital physical fitness. After running, he slowly returned to the class stands, and he did not see any of them.
To be continued...