School was over on Friday, and most of the dormitory students chose to go home. Zhang Yingxuan said he wanted to stay overnight, and Zhou Ping followed suit. In their words, running around was quite tiring.
Lu Zhengkang lamented that children nowadays are becoming more and more homebound. When he was in school, it was not like he could listen to classes online without leaving home. In his previous life, he had to travel to tutoring classes on Saturdays, Sundays, and even during winter and summer vacations.
, a pair of big feet measured every street in the city during the winter and summer. At that time, he comforted himself with the pain of studying recorded in "Preface to Ma Sheng in Dongyang". Every bit of knowledge he learned was
Extremely precious.
The strange current situation is that as transportation becomes more and more convenient, people want to go out less and less.
Su Xiangli had a reason to go back: dance class.
Lu Zhengkang also had a reason to go back: Su Xiangli.
The teachers in the dance class like Lu Zhengkang very much because his old Chinese medicine hands can effectively relieve muscle fatigue, so every time Lu Zhengkang squats in the rest area, it often develops into a Chinese medicine consultation.
Of course, the dance studio itself has massage services, including massage tables, medicated oils and other tools. However, the massage master is a robot. Although his skills are quite good, it depends on who he is competing with. No matter how good the robot is,
For ordinary massage parlors, Lu Zhengkang's skills are certified by legendary achievements. It is so comfortable that it can make people feel out of body.
When the teachers and students in the dance studio originally asked Lu Zhengkang to give him a tap, he refused. However, thinking that Su Xiangli was still practicing dance here, he offered five places at a time without any payment.
, just worried that Su Xiangli would be criticized.
What comforts Xiaolu is that the people who practice dance are all in good health. They don’t have bodies that are too bloated or too strong. Their muscles and bones are well-proportioned, soft, elastic and tough, and they are still flexible when pressed.
It's more casual and more and more addictive.
Su Xiangli was sweating and moved a chair. He sat astride Lu Zhengkang with the back of the chair in front. He leaned on the back of the chair and turned to glare at him coldly. Xiaolu quickly patted the human paralyzed on the bed.
"Okay, okay, you're done, don't fall asleep." The other party got up and left in a daze, not forgetting to politely say "thank you."
Lu Zhengkang sent the person away solemnly, turned around and smiled at Su Xiangli, "Come on."
Su Xiangli couldn't move. She was exhausted, so she whispered: "Hold me."
Lu Zhengkang was stunned. He was stunned and whispered: "What?"
Su Xiangli buried her face in her arms. Her face was already red. I don't know if it was the blood resurgence after ballet or the unspeakable shame in her heart. She whispered again, "I don't want to move."
Lu Zhengkang walked behind her, already at a loss. The cold air penetrated from his fingertips, making his arms freeze. He raised them and put them down again. Su Xiangli's back was slender, and the black cotton training clothes were comfortable and comfortable.
Ironing, she is like a violet boat slowly swimming in the night sky, stirring the stars and water, how much courage can he have to dare to be the Milky Way that carries her.
Su Xiangli turned her head and turned her face towards Lu Zhengkang. Her eyes were hidden under the resentful eyelashes, but they were unpredictable. Lu Zhengkang didn't know why she was like this, so he felt that she looked very miserable.
The stray lone goose made him feel distressed.
People in the dance studio were still practicing dance, and they in the rest area were silent as if they were two different worlds.
Su Xiangli suddenly laughed, "Don't you dare? Humph, I usually look so mature, but you still call me a brat, aren't you the same?"
Once she showed such a teasing look, Lu Zhengkang could no longer sense her emotions at all. He threw away the worries that seemed real or fake in his heart, put his hands on his hips, "I just think you are too heavy! Get up and lie down on the bed.
"
Su Xiangli stood up lazily, "Yes, yes, great doctor, whatever you say is fine, I have to listen to what you say, hum."
There are only three massage tables. Lu Zhengkang specially left one clean one that no one has used since today. Su Xiangli has a little bit of mysophobia. Most modern people have this kind of mysophobia, even if it is a massage bed.
My sheets are disposable, but I just don’t like the feeling of someone else’s presence.
After Su Xiangli leaned over and lay down, Lu Zhengkang gently touched her shoulder.
The familiar body, every texture of the sculpture, every crack in the tree trunk, every wave of her thoughts, Lu Zhengkang saw the swan again.
But this time, he is no longer the palm that holds her, he is just a bystander standing in the void world. The pouring rain washes the earth, and the swans are floating in the rain. All wind and rain cannot stop it, only with her spreading wings.
It turned into mist, covering him who was already wet.
Lu Zhengkang stopped moving.
[In the illusion of nothingness, he opens his hands.]
Su Xiangli turned his head and looked at him, confused.
[The swan flies towards him after circling.]
Lu Zhengkang leaned over and gently rested on her neck, but the heat of his breath froze her skin into thin pimples.
[Lu Zhengkang embraces the swan.]
"It's not that I don't want to hug you, I just can't believe it." Every word he said could make her tremble. Su Xiangli was looking forward to Lu Zhengkang's intimacy, but he just straightened his back again.
"Okay, class is over, let's go home, I'll take you home."
[The hallucination ends.]
Outside Su Xiangli's home, they said goodbye, but did not move.
Su Xiangli opened his hands and said coquettishly: "I want you to hug me."
Lu Zhengkang's sullen face finally disappeared. He went up and hugged the girl gently, but soon let go.
"Now I realize that you are really a good gentleman. Unlike before, you are no longer bad." Su Xiangli gently pressed the index finger of his right hand on his lips. She liked this action more and more, and it was like whispering.
Private and reserved, and Lu Zhengkang's expression is always very interesting every time he does this action.
He replied awkwardly: "People always have to grow up..." He yelled in his heart: I am not a child at all! Do you know how weird it seems that I like you so much!
Su Xiangli turned her head and sniffed her shoulder. There was the smell of Lu Zhengkang lingering there. The faint smell of soapberry lingered on the blue vest. She took a look at herself. The manly clothes,
A bold emotion suddenly welled up in her heart. A free and easy Su Xiangli told herself not to think about him all the time.
So she turned around and waved her hand to him behind her, "You grown man, I have to go now. Remember to pick me up tomorrow."
When she walked up the high steps and looked back, she could only see Lu Zhengkang's back as he turned and left.
Entering the room, Baiyang Yangzhen greeted her, "Madam asked you to practice dancing well, and she also said that she doesn't care about what happened yesterday, and asked you not to continue to cause trouble." Honorific words appeared in the impatient and arrogant words.
, letting a robot convey meaning just feels awkward.
"Come on." Su Xiangli responded casually. At this time, the phone in her pocket vibrated. She hesitated and opened it to find an unread email.
10:42 "Lu Zhengkang: I will. As long as you are willing."
Ding, another one comes.
10:42 "Lu Zhengkang: Also, I like you."
Ding, the other party withdrew an email.
Chapter completed!