At half past five in the morning, Lou Cheng woke up naturally. The night outside the window was like ink, dotted with stars.
Subconsciously, he checked the insulated lunch box to make sure there was nothing wrong before going to the toilet to relieve the pressure on his bladder, wash his face, and rinse his mouth.
After coming back, he turned on his mobile phone, logged into QQ, hugged his lunch box tightly, closed his eyes again, sat quietly and practiced the "water condensation pile", and seized every minute and every second.
More than twenty minutes later, the Didi message sounded. Lou Cheng took it out and saw that Yan Zheke had a red ribbon wrapped around his head and said with a struggling expression: "The beautiful person has gotten up!"
This is what I said before... He couldn't help laughing, laughed softly, and quickly replied: "I am the one who gets up the earliest!"
After exchanging a few words, Yan Zheke went out for morning exercise, but he held back and did not reveal the fact that he had brought delicious food in advance. Surprise, surprise, how can happiness come from not being surprised?
At 6:13, the train arrived at Songcheng North Station. Lou Cheng put his luggage on his back, held his lunch box in his arms, and moved away from the place along with the crowd. The sky was slightly bright outside, and the damp and cold air hit his face.
At this point, there is basically no online car-hailing service. Taxis will find it too close to the old campus of Songcheng University and cannot make much money, so they refuse to take people. And the black taxis will definitely charge a lot of money, so Lou Cheng simply comes here
After waiting for a while at a nearby station, I boarded the departing bus. It was empty, with no more than five people including him and the driver.
Without looking for a seat, he stood in the wide space at the back door, with his feet spread apart, and stayed in silence, feeling the start, stop and bumps of the vehicle, constantly adjusting his center of gravity and practicing the yin and yang pile.
Martial arts in daily life!
After stopping and walking, Lou Cheng arrived at the old campus of Songcheng University in just a few stops. He arrived at the school bus stop with familiarity and waited for the first bus to the new campus.
While waiting, he put his backpack and insulated lunch box in a clean place, took off his down jacket and put it on top. He was wearing a sweatshirt and casual trousers, like an old man and an old lady doing Tai Chi, soothing.
The ground movement moves with each move, exercising most parts of the body with training routines, turning a blind eye to the curious and amused looks of the few people waiting for the bus around.
Half a year can change a person very much. When it comes to martial arts training, he no longer has any shyness or lack of confidence in being afraid of being exposed in front of others.
At 6:40, the first school bus opened on time and headed for the new district in the suburbs. Lou Cheng played out in his mind a showdown between himself and himself.
The clear waves of Weishui Lake are rippling, reflecting the surrounding trees and mountains, and the reflection of the teaching building is dotted with lights. This familiar scene makes Lou Cheng feel at ease, settled and clear, and has a sense of belonging.
The early morning was filled with mist, and it was cold and refreshing. He faced the spring cold and walked on the pedestrian street where others were in groups. It was around 7:20. For many students at Songda, it was considered as a time to read aloud and prepare for self-study.
The final stage.
In dormitory 302, unit 2, building seven, Lou Cheng took out his key and opened two doors.
When he entered the small room, Zhao Qiang, Qiu Zhigao and Zhang Jingye were no longer there. Things were arranged neatly, and they knew everything with their toes. They went to the cafeteria for breakfast and started a day of self-study. In the small dormitory next door, Hulu
The sounds come and go, vaguely audible.
"Xiao Ming must have been playing online games with them for a long time last night..." Lou Cheng sneered, put down his luggage, opened the insulated lunch box, found scissors, cut open each bag, and poured in different contents that could be taken out.
layer.
"It's really warm, just beat it in the microwave... Braised quail eggs can't be heated like this, but you can barely eat them directly..." He inspected it, remade the insulated lunch box, and carried it, feeling a little excited.
Somewhat anxiously, she went out and went to a cafeteria near the girls' dormitory. She found a microwave oven for heating food, occupied a seat next to it, and waited patiently for Yan Zheke to finish her morning exercise.
Waiting and waiting, his mind was racing with thoughts and he couldn't calm down. His heart beat faster and he was even more nervous than the first time he stepped into the ring.
"What should I say later?"
"First of all, I just told her to bring glutinous rice cakes and let her come over. This is the easiest way to bring and the least revealing of your intentions..."
"She should be pleasantly surprised after seeing the others. Do I have to take the opportunity to say something?"
"Well, what should I say? If she subconsciously asks, 'Do you still remember?', just say, 'I have remembered everything you said, bit by bit'..."
"No, classmate Xiao Ming has said that before the woman makes the final decision, she cannot give too obvious hints. That will put pressure on her, make her not comfortable enough, and have the opposite effect..."
"Then change your wording and tone, and answer with 'Of course I remember what you said,' which is a bit suggestive and ambiguous, but not too obvious..."
"Yeah, you have to pay attention to your breathing. It shouldn't be too fast or tense. It should be gentle, calm, and generous..."
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Lou Cheng was full of ideas, designing different scenes, pondering different dialogues, thinking over and over again, practicing over and over again, even taking into account the rhythm of his breathing. Later, he couldn't sit still, stood up, and paced back and forth, as if
Standing in front of me was Yan Zheke, who was practicing constantly, striving to perform to perfection and leave the best impression on the girl.
At eight o'clock, Yan Zheke finished his morning practice and started chatting with him on and off.
After confirming that she had taken a bath with hot water, Lou Cheng took a deep breath and said with a "snicker":
"I brought you glutinous rice cakes, come and eat them!"
Yan Zheke covered his mouth and made a surprised expression: "You really brought glutinous rice cakes? Hehe, not bad, you still remember Coach Yan! Just in time, I'm hungry, where are you?"
"There's the microwave in the cafeteria." Lou Cheng answered excitedly, and quickly put in the grilled eggplant, steamed beef pancakes and glutinous rice cakes respectively. They only took a short time each, and then placed them one by one in the cafeteria.
On the table, I stood behind the food and looked at the entrance.
Dong-dong-dong, dong-dong-dong, his heartbeat was like a drum, and his blood kept rushing, rushing into his mind, causing a slight tremor, and he recalled what he had just practiced repeatedly.
After a while, a beautiful figure that he recalled day and night appeared at the nearest entrance. Yan Zheke was wearing a white sweater, a plain long down jacket, dark jeans, and snow boots, attracting the eyes of passersby.
She stood here, looking around in confusion, looking for traces. Her head was slightly tilted, her black hair was flowing down like a waterfall, and she was so beautiful that she seemed not to be stained by a speck of dust. She looked at Lou Cheng in a trance, and even his practiced breathing was gone.
Almost forgotten.
Finally, she determined the location of the microwave oven and saw Lou Cheng. She raised the corners of her mouth, smiled slightly, raised her right hand, gestured, and quickly approached,
Lou Cheng hurriedly took two steps to meet her at the table.
Yan Zheke opened her pink lips lightly and was about to speak when he suddenly saw four delicacies on the table next to him, Lao Liu's grilled eggplant, steamed beef pancakes, Wang's glutinous rice cakes, braised quail eggs, and the first three slightly steamed dishes.
of heat.
Her mouth was half pouted and half opened, forming a cute O shape. She immediately raised her right hand to cover her lips, turned her head to look in the opposite direction, and shook her long hair, leaving Lou Cheng with only a side face and a straight nose.
Pretty, her face is white and rosy, her skin seems to be quite tender and smooth, and her long eyelashes hang down, covering her eyes.
After a brief moment of silence, she turned around, her eyes wandering, and she took a look at Lou Cheng. There seemed to be thousands of bright stars hidden inside.
Lou Cheng has always heard that the eyes are the windows to the soul and can see other people's emotions, but at this time, he could only read the surprise and joy in Yan Zheke's eyes. As for the rest, it was complicated and difficult to describe.
Yan Zheke put down his right hand, lowered his head slightly, and said with a smile:
"You really brought them all..."
"Well, I said I wanted to repay Coach Yan for his kindness. After all, you are my life mentor." As soon as Lou Cheng finished answering, he wanted to slap himself twice. What was he talking about?
It’s completely different from when I practiced it over and over again!
His mind was a little blank, and he felt that his body was stiff and he must not be performing well.
Then, he heard a chuckle from Yan Zheke, and saw her purse her lips and curl her eyes, as if she was amused.
Yan Zheke looked sideways again and said as if nothing had happened:
"You and I can eat together. I can't hold so much. It won't taste good when it gets cold."
"Okay!" Lou Cheng was overjoyed. He only regretted that the tables and chairs in the cafeteria were fixed together, which prevented him from displaying the grace of a gentleman pulling out a chair for a girl.
As soon as his butt touched the seat, he suddenly remembered something and hurriedly stood up, saying angrily:
"Chopsticks! Chopsticks!"
I even forgot to take out my chopsticks!
Points will be deducted again now!
He didn't dare to look at Yan Zheke and hurried to the window. Behind him came the faint laughter of the girl.
Taking the chopsticks, he did a little mental preparation, turned around and returned, only to see Yan Zheke looking at him with a smile, without any look of disgust.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared naturally. He hurried back, handed the chopsticks to the girl, sat opposite her, and watched her elegantly pick up a piece of eggplant, her white and neat teeth slightly exposed, and nibble on it delicately,
The black and long thin eyebrows are stretched out, showing a bit of contentment and a unique beauty.
Lou Cheng just hated that he couldn't get enough of it. He kept peeking, secretly, and taking every opportunity to look. Yan Zheke's delight in the food was like an affirmation of him, filling him with a deep sense of satisfaction.
Suddenly, Yan Zheke raised his head, looked at him with clear black and white eyes, and caught his peeking gaze.
Subconsciously, Lou Cheng looked to the side, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a pea at random, and stuffed it into his mouth to cover up.
Yan Zheke seemed to be a little hot after eating, her cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head again, with a slight smile on her lips, and said as if talking to herself: "Coach Shi sent an email to all members of the martial arts club, saying that school will start the day after tomorrow.
Start this semester's martial arts classes on time. As for the special training, if everyone is here it will be tomorrow, if not it will be the day after tomorrow. We are waiting for notification, have you read it?"
"Ah?" Lou Cheng was confused at first, and then he regained consciousness after a moment of confusion. "After looking at it, we should talk about the selection competition when the time comes."
The remote contact during a holiday made him a little nervous and uncomfortable getting along with Yan Zheke. He didn't know how to chat. Fortunately, the other party started the topic first. Following the affairs of the martial arts club, he used his online communication skills
The true nature of the show prevents the atmosphere from becoming cold.
Unknowingly, Yan Zheke stopped using his chopsticks. There were only a few residues left on the different layers of lunch boxes in front of him. Of course, part of it was the work of Lou Cheng, but he only looked at the girl opposite, intoxicated by her frown.
When I smiled, I didn’t know how to taste the food...
"I eat so much...will I gain weight..." Yan Zheke said with some worry.
Lou Cheng quickly reassured her: "No, you are practicing your martial arts. It consumes a lot, so you should replenish it."
Yan Zheke nodded slightly and glanced at the insulated lunch box: "Is it so effective? I think the braised quail eggs are still warm, not too cold."
"A little better than I expected." Lou Cheng beamed when he was praised.
After chatting for a while, he assembled the lunch box and sent Yan Zheke back to the dormitory.
The two walked side by side, and wisps of fragrance penetrated Lou Cheng's nose, stirring his soul and making him feel like he was in a fairyland.
He didn't know if it was the smell of Yan Zheke's shampoo or her own fragrance... Amid all kinds of unstoppable thoughts, he quietly looked at her again, and saw her white jade-like hair and small, delicate ears.
, while talking about the train and chatting about topics.
Soon, the two arrived at the door of the third building where Yan Zheke was.
Before saying goodbye, Lou Cheng suddenly thought of something. He looked forward to it but also felt anxious and worried: "Didn't I say before that I would treat you to a big dinner to repay your kindness? When will you be free?"
She probably won’t regret it... she should be able to successfully ask her out...
Yan Zheke turned his head and looked to the side, pursed his lips and smiled: "Then you have to make a good strategy, and you can't lead me to a bad meal."
Strategy... Lou Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that the girl had agreed!
There was a buzz in his mind, joy surged in his heart, and he hurriedly said:
"Okay, okay, I'll do the strategy as soon as possible, no, right away!"
"Okay, I'm going back first, I still have to prepare the winter vacation investigation report!" Yan Zheke did not look back, waved his hand, and stepped into the three gates step by step.
Lou Cheng stood outside the door, his heart agitated and filled with joy, watching Yan Zheke's back towards the entrance of the unit.
Her hair reaches her vest, and her hair quality is so good...
She should be about 1.65 meters tall, her proportions are really good, her legs look long and straight...
…
Just as he was thinking endlessly, he suddenly saw the girl turning back!
This startled him, for he was afraid that his somewhat "lascivious" gaze would be discovered.
Seeing his helpless look, Yan Zheke rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled sweetly.
There seemed to be a bang in his mind. Lou Cheng stared at it, and for the first time he deeply understood the ancient poem "Looking back, smiling and being charming".
He didn't wake up until the girl disappeared at the entrance of the unit, feeling excited and restless.
What to do next?
Can we take advantage of the opportunity to make a private appointment, seize the scene such as crossing the road, and try to hold hands?
He couldn't calm down and planned to go back quickly to ask classmate Cai Xiaoming for advice. When he entered the dormitory, before he knocked on the door of the opposite room, he saw Cai Zongming jumping out with a black hero scarf wrapped around his head.