MTL - The Luck Child is Fascinated By Me-Chapter 74

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Xinghe and Jiang Chuanxu went to high school together.

With the rapid development of his body, Xinghe began to draw bars and gradually caught up with Jiang Chuanxu's height, but because of his poor health, he lost a lot of weight.

They were at the same table again.

The three years of junior high school have made them familiar enough with each other.

The two have also become topical figures in high school, especially Jiang Chuanxu, who is even more beautiful.

Compared with three years ago, Xinghe was less indifferent and more smiling.

There are timid girls in the class holding the composition text timidly, standing in front of Xinghe, uneasy.

Xinghe no longer blocked himself, took over the girl's problem, and explained his ideas carefully. His voice was light and gentle, and there seemed to be a lake in his eyes.

"Yo, what are you doing?"

Jiang Chuanxu came back from playing the ball and threw his clothes on Xinghe's head. The smell of sweat was heavy and it was a little damp.

The girl hid nervously, pale in shock.

Xinghe frowned, a little unhappy, raised his hands and grabbed the clothes to avoid touching the girl's body.

"Talk about the topic."

"What's the question? Why didn't you ask my brother?"

Jiang Chuanxu's tone was a little strange, and he smiled at the girl.

The girl was really frightened and quickly left the position.

"Is something wrong with you? What's wrong with someone asking a question?"

"You are so embarrassed to scare girls on purpose."

Xinghe sighed and threw the clothes back into Jiang Chuanxu's arms.

Jiang Chuanxu did not refute, but obediently picked up the clothes.

After sitting for a while, Jiang Chuanxu glanced at Xinghe quietly, but he didn't know where to get a cup of milk tea. He pushed to the boundary between the two tables and coughed hard.

"Where did it come from?"

Xinghe didn't lift his head, he was used to it.

After every workout, I bring back some messy stuff.

"It was given by someone else."

Jiang Chuanxu was a little complacent and raised his head.

"Girls gave?"

"Which girl? Xiaohong? Xiaohuang? Xiaobai?"

Xinghe named several girls without stopping.

"Or not at all, it's a newcomer that I haven't seen before?"

"I don't know, she didn't say her name, she just shoved it to me and ran away."

Jiang Chuanxu blinked his eyes without realizing it.

"Drink?"

Pushing the milk tea forward again, Jiang Chuanxu asked Xinghe.

?

Drink a fart.

Xinghe caressed his forehead helplessly.

"You can accept gifts from girls, but I can't give lectures to others?"

"Do you think you're right?"

It's a pity that Jiang Chuanxu feels that he is very reasonable.

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gym class.

Xinghe simply jogged two laps and went back to rest under the tree.

Because of his poor health, the school also gave special care.

Yan Mingzhao and Xinghe sat under the tree together, and the clouds in the sky slowly drifted by.

Only two people, very quiet.

Only me and you, Yan Mingzhao likes to get along like this.

Yan Mingzhao carefully held the water bottle and loosened the bottle cap.

Xinghe stretched his body, picked up the bottle and twisted it.

"Um?"

"Have you driven it before?" Why didn't you remember it?

Xinghe didn't take it to heart, he paused and took a sip of water.

Yan Mingzhao propped his chin up, watching Xing He leaned against the tree and closed his eyes to rest.

"You know what? Today, my mother took me to the hospital."

"The doctor asked me if I took my medicine on time and if I had any strange hallucinations again."

Little by little, the head of the galaxy slowly tilted.

Yan Mingzhao wanted to hold Xinghe's head, but when he reached out his hand, he touched a piece of nothingness.

Xinghe finally settled into a comfortable position, and Yan Mingzhao sighed.

"I said, I'm taking my medicine on time, and I don't see hallucinations anymore."

"Everyone said that I was cured."

Xinghe slept dazedly, not knowing anything.

"But I knew I would never heal again."

Yan Mingzhao felt both pain and satisfaction.

Jiang Chuanxu ran over, squatted down, and poked Xinghe.

"Hey, get up, it's almost time for get out of class."

Xinghe yawned and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother carrying you?"

"Can't get up?"

Jiang Chuanxu turned around and made a back posture.

"Go on, I'm afraid you won't be able to carry it."

Xinghe became a little interested, and slowly climbed onto Jiang Chuanxu's back.

"It's as light as a chick, I can't carry you?"

Jiang Chuanxu scoffed at Xinghe's words, and even deliberately turned it upside down.

"How about it?"

"A man must never say he can't."

Jiang Chuanxu carried Xinghe on his back and suddenly ran against the wind.

"I'm about to play, will you come to see me?"

"Give brother some water, wipe off the sweat or something."

"So many sisters want this opportunity, what's up, is my brother good to you?"

Yan Mingzhao couldn't see Xinghe's expression and didn't hear his answer.

He was like a water bottle left in place.

No one knew of his existence and wouldn't care what he thought.

"He will agree."

Yan Mingzhao said to himself, a little sour.

"I'm so envious."

I envy him for the friendship of Xinghe.

...

Yan Mingzhao is inevitably more silent and sluggish in his life.

"Ming Zhao, the teacher thinks that you are in a bad mood recently, have you encountered any problems?"

The teacher pulled Yan Mingzhao to the office and asked softly.

Yan Mingzhao was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

The teacher thought that Yan Mingzhao was simply anxious in adolescence.

"Is it in love?"

She carefully looked at Yan Mingzhao's face.

Yan Mingzhao was confused and confused.

"Is there a girl you like?"

The teacher sighed inwardly and tried further.

Yan Mingzhao slowly took a step back and frowned.

Seeing Yan Mingzhao's disgust, the teacher sighed.

"It's okay, it's a normal thing."

The teacher comforted Yan Mingzhao a few words, and said that he can come again if he wants to talk to someone.

Yan Mingzhao left the teacher's office.

He returned to his desk and chair, leaning against the window.

Galaxy with the same style.

Yan Mingzhao was lying on the table, trying to sort out the confusion.

fall in love?

Favorite girl?

how can that be possible?

The hallucination has emptied all Yan Mingzhao's mind.

Yan Mingzhao felt that he yearned for friendship with Xinghe all the time.

He packed his schoolbag and walked slowly home.

"Can you wait a moment?"

A girl's sweet and whimpering cry came from behind.

"Student Yan Mingzhao, I have something to tell you."

The girl tugged at the hem of her skirt nervously.

She has big eyes, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth are looming when she speaks.

"I've always been paying attention to you."

"Although you rarely speak to us, I know that you are actually a very caring person."

Yan Mingzhao was a little indifferent.

"I always wonder, what will you wear today and will you talk to me?"

"Sometimes other girls talk to you, and I feel jealous when I see your eyes being taken by others."

"I really like you."

The girls are generous and sincere.

Yan Mingzhao was confused.

I want to watch you all the time, and want to know how you are feeling today, whether you have your favorite white shirt in your school uniform.

I want to carefully hold the precious fruit and hand it to you.

, Did you bring an umbrella when the raindrops fell?

"What exactly is liking?"

Yan Mingzhao was a little puzzled and uneasy.

In fact, the girl didn't want to get any answer, but she was just a youth, and she didn't want to leave any regrets. But she suddenly understood when Yan Mingzhao was obviously caught in memory.

"Like is the first face that comes to mind when you hear the word."

The girl's eyes were moist, but her words were calm.

"Yan Mingzhao, do you have someone you like?"

No longer do you have a girl you like?

Do you have someone you like?

...

"Xinghe, brother, was that ball handsome just now?"

"Did you hear it, it's all the screams of girls."

Jiang Chuanxu stroked his hair proudly and rubbed his face against Xinghe.

?

"Are you sick?"

Xinghe hid in a panic, but in the end he couldn't escape Jiang Chuanxu's embrace.

"It's all sweat, it's all sweat! Are you dirty!"

Xinghe put his fingertips against Jiang Chuanxu's forehead in disgust, and pushed outwards violently.

While the two were fighting.

The players of the basketball team came together.

"Brother Xu, why did you bring your boyfriend here again?"

Everyone was smiling, not serious.

"What boyfriend? Don't talk nonsense!"

Jiang Chuanxu let go of Xinghe and waved his fist at the players.

"Have you never met my good buddy? Don't think so dirty, okay?"

"This is going to be heard by the girls, should I lose face?"

Xinghe's smile paused for a while, and then he appeared as if nothing had happened.

"Who told you to stick to other people's Xinghe every day, and blame others for wanting to be crooked?"

The players got used to it and continued to choke.

"Go go go! I can't tell you what kind of people they are!"

"very messy!"

"I'm straight, the steel stick is straight. If you bend it, I won't bend it. Do you understand?"

Even scolding and kicking, Jiang Chuanxu drove the players away.

He picked up Xinghe and his schoolbag and put them on his shoulders. He raised his head towards Xinghe.

"Go, go home!"

Xinghe said nothing, pulled back his schoolbag, and walked along the road quietly.

Jiang Chuanxu followed behind, touched his pocket irritably, took out a pack of cigarettes, shook one out, bit it in his mouth, and was about to light it when he saw Xinghe's back, cursed inwardly, and took back the cigarette angrily. into the pocket.

"What's the matter, aren't you happy?"

"I told them that this kind of joke is not allowed in the future, don't be angry."

The calmer Xinghe's expression, the more flustered Jiang Chuanxu.

Xinghe wasn't angry, he just felt a little disappointed, maybe something gave him a misunderstanding, but the truth was as Jiang Chuanxu explained, it was just a misunderstanding.

"I'm not unhappy."

Xinghe glanced at Jiang Chuanxu and smiled as usual.

"But you really can't keep pestering me."

Seeing that Jiang Chuanxu was a little unhappy, Xinghe added another sentence.

"Aren't you afraid the girls will misunderstand?"

Jiang Chuanxu closed his mouth with choking.

"Okay, I'm here."

Xinghe pointed to the house in front of him and waved at Jiang Chuanxu.

"See you tomorrow."

Watching Xinghe enter the house, Jiang Chuanxu stood straight and expressionless.

He took out the cigarette again from his pocket, lit it with a squeak, took a deep breath, and squeezed out the cigarette **** irritably.

"Depend on."

Jiang Chuanxu didn't know how he could say these words, but he didn't even dare to turn back to face Xinghe's face when he faced the deep smiles of the team members.

He wanted to say, that's not the case, I don't care what other girls think of me, and I don't want to have anything to do with them.

But he didn't say it in the end.

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Xinghe's room is quite old. Looking out the window, you can vaguely see the swaying branches of the old tree and Jiang Chuanxu in the corner.

Xinghe spread out the book and held the pen. Ten minutes passed, but he still failed to write. It was not until he watched Jiang Chuanxu put out the cigarette and stood for a while to leave that Xinghe took back his sight.

He took out a box from under the desk.

Opened, filled with candy wrappers and countless handmade gadgets, not very precious.

But Xinghe has been treasured for many years.

Xinghe has always felt that these energy-consuming handicrafts were given by Jiang Chuanxu. He is a dead duck, and he never talks about doing good things, but he can carry them together when others get into trouble.

Jiang Chuanxu is too kind to Xinghe.

So good that Xinghe thought that Jiang Chuanxu liked him a little bit.

Xinghe buckled the box, put it back under the desk, and began to study hard and complete the homework.

"It's better to go to a university, find a good job, and earn more money to subsidize the hospital."

That's the right thing to do.

As for the rest, forget it.