I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 8

"Then I won't turn my back on it..." Gao Cheng retorted in a dawdly manner.

He Mingxu's face changed, "Get out, I didn't eat!"

"Oh~" Gao Cheng nodded indifferently, then turned his head and looked at Jiang Wensong with a smile, "I'm going first, Xiao Song."

"...Okay." I don't know why Gao Cheng greeted himself suddenly, Jiang Wensong was stunned briefly, then nodded, "Goodbye."

Shen Xingwen stood aside, looking at his face, full of doubts.

It's just that it's not easy to ask, after Gao Cheng left, He Mingxu's face darkened a lot visible to the naked eye.

It was already dark when we returned to school, Jiang Wensong looked at the schedule, there will be a meeting with the freshmen from the hip-hop club in the evening.

Shen Xingwen was temporarily dragged by a senior from the department to work as a coolie, so Jiang Wensong had to report to the hip-hop club alone.

Shen Xingwen left in a hurry, and the air suddenly became quiet without a gentle person. Jiang Wensong glanced at He Mingxu who was standing aside, and asked, "Are you going back to the dormitory?"

"No return."

"Oh..." Jiang Wensong nodded, pondering over his words.

"I still have something to do." He Mingxu added.

"Me too."

He Mingxu nodded at him, turned around coolly and left.

So Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu from behind, and the two of them, one in front of the other, came to the door of the street dance club's dance classroom tacitly.

Jiang Wensong glanced at He Mingxu who was standing at the door of the classroom.

He Mingxu also turned his head to look at Jiang Wensong who was following behind him, and raised his eyebrows.

What a brownie.

"You also signed up for the street dance club? Then go in together?" Jiang Wensong didn't expect that He Mingxu also signed up for the street dance club, and worried that He Mingxu would not want to join him, so he asked in a questioning tone.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong's round eyes, the tails of which were slightly lowered, looking naive and innocent, he looked away, turned his head and nodded expressionlessly. "oh."

The hip-hop classroom was already very lively. When the two of them entered the room, the air inside seemed to have paused, and the next second it became lively again.

"Are you a freshman?" A senior in cool clothes got up and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"En." Jiang Wensong nodded obediently.

The senior sister glanced at the handsome guy who was silent beside him and looked difficult to talk to, looked at him for a long time, then turned to Jiang Wensong with a smile and asked, "Name?"

"Jiang Wensong." Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu who was standing aside with his pockets in his eyes, "He is He Mingxu."

"Okay, go in and sit down wherever you want." The senior sister ticked off the list and nodded to the two of them.

Everyone gathered together in the classroom, with a lot of snacks in the middle, and there were a lot of people, almost three times that of the guitar club.

When Jiang Wensong went in, he saw Ren Zixuan sitting in the middle, chatting enthusiastically with his seniors and sisters.When Ren Zixuan saw the two of them, he raised his eyebrows and waved at them.

Suddenly caught the attention of people in the classroom, Jiang Wensong waved his hand awkwardly.He Mingxu didn't seem to be bothered to talk to Ren Zixuan, and sat down directly to the side.

Jiang Wensong scanned the strangers around, thought for three seconds and sat down decisively next to He Mingxu.

He Mingxu glanced at Jiang Wensong who was "sticking" to himself and sat down, and snorted disdainfully in his heart.

There are more hip-hop clubs, and the atmosphere is much more lively than the guitar club.

Jiang Wensong listened to his senior sister introduce the hip-hop club, while pawing at the pile of snacks in front of him, took two pieces of pork jerky, and handed one to He Mingxu. "Eat?"

After pausing in the air for three seconds, He Mingxu slowly stretched out his hand to take the pork jerky, "Thank you."

Jiang Wensong nodded, turned his head and continued to listen to the senior sister's talk about the hip-hop club system.

Wang Haohao looked at the back of the classroom for a while, sneaked in, quickly sat down next to He Mingxu, and handed over the milk tea in his hand. "Brother Xu! I'm here! I brought you milk tea~"

"Hey Xiao Song? You also signed up for the hip-hop club?" Wang Haohao didn't take long to sit down, when he turned his head and saw Jiang Wensong sitting next to him.

"En." Jiang Wensong nodded.

"You came alone? I knew I would come with you!"

"No, I came here with brother Xu, originally there was Shen Xingwen, but he didn't come today due to business."

"Shen Xingwen? Wait a minute, how many Shen Xingwens are there in your dormitory? Does he still have time to sleep?" Wang Haohao raised his eyebrows in shock.

"Hahahaha, it's true that there are a lot of things to do every day." Jiang Wensong thought about it, but although Shen Xingwen was very busy, he seemed to enjoy it, and he himself liked to socialize.

Wang Haohao couldn't keep his mouth shut. While listening to the introduction from his senior, he chatted with Jiang Wensong, and made an appointment to come to the hip-hop club for training next time.

According to the senior sister's introduction, the hip-hop club is the school's key club. Compared with other clubs, the training intensity is relatively strong. There are four fixed training sessions per week.Hip-hop clubs are divided into several types of dance, and you can choose the training you are interested in.

After the introduction, the atmosphere became relaxed again. The seniors and sisters of the street dance club also prepared a program to facilitate the freshmen to understand different types of dance.

Jiang Wensong watched from below, applauding until his palms turned red.

Especially when the jazz-dancing seniors came on stage, the screams in the room were about to lift the roof. Jiang Wensong glanced at the sexy seniors, and then secretly glanced at He Mingxu who was sitting next to him, wanting to There were signs of it on that grim face.

He Mingxu's gaze fell on the front calmly, with no expression on his face, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

Jiang Wensong withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and stuffed another piece of pork jerky, carefully checked the brand on the packaging bag, the taste was quite good.

After the performances prepared by the seniors and sisters, they also prepared a lot of small games to promote the friendly relationship among members.

The game is an old game, but the people who play it are fresh people.

The first game was chair grabbing, which everyone is familiar with. Jiang Wensong was lucky and entered the quarterfinals smoothly.

Everyone circled around the chairs and moved slowly with the music. When the music stopped abruptly, Jiang Wensong quickly sat down on the empty chair at the back, but the moment he sat down, someone took the opportunity. Jiang Wensong Subconsciously exerted force, intending to squeeze that person away, after squeezing for a while, seeing that the person was not moving at all, he had no choice but to give up.

Jiang Wensong turned his head to look at the person on the chair, and saw He Mingxu's magnified handsome face, looking at him with his lips pursed.

He Mingxu looked down at Jiang Wensong who was sitting in his arms and kept lifting his butt, trying to squeeze him away, the corners of his eyes twitched heavily.

The air seemed to be stagnant for a moment, Jiang Wensong paused seeing He Mingxu's not-so-good expression, smiled awkwardly at He Mingxu, stood up and walked to the side, looking regretfully at the prize.

The hip-hop club has prepared a lot of small games, with various prizes, small dolls, snacks, and some electronic products, etc. After a while, Jiang Wensong became addicted to other games and forgot the embarrassment just now.

At the end of the hip-hop club freshman meeting, Jiang Wensong carried a doll back to the dormitory as he wished.

Probably because he thought the seniors danced so handsomely, Jiang Wensong took part in the hip-hop club training very hard, but looking at his dance in the mirror always had a kind of "charm".

Because he made an appointment with Wang Haohao to go to the hip-hop club for training with them, Jiang Wensong also took the initiative to add He Mingxu's WeChat for the convenience of contact.

He Mingxu's circle of friends is very simple. They are all photos of travel scenery and food. It seems that he has traveled to many places.

But Jiang Wensong's circle of friends is simpler, he doesn't post on his circle of friends at all.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong's new WeChat account, looked at the empty circle of friends for a while, and looked at it for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, his subordinates skillfully cut to another WeChat ID, with a cute little crab on the head.

The circle of friends on WeChat is very rich, recording the food I ate for the first time in the north, the experience of the big bathhouse for the first time, the experience of seeing heavy snow for the first time...every one is full of memories.

It's just that the latest record was already two years ago.

After watching for a while, He Mingxu closed his eyes and threw the phone aside.

After a period of college life, Jiang Wensong gradually exposed the teacher's lie that "you will be relaxed when you get to college!"

Jiang Wensong looked at WeChat with his chin propped up. The four words he was most afraid of seeing now were, "Reply received."

I don't know where there are so many lectures to listen to and so many audiences to attend.

However, although I was a little tired, my physical condition remained good, and I also made many new friends in the club.

Maybe it's because he left his school uniform too quickly when he went to college. When the seasons changed, Jiang Wensong's closet didn't have any cool clothes except for two sets of casual sportswear.

Walking on the university campus all day and looking at all kinds of students with good clothes, Jiang Wensong learned from the painful experience and started shopping online.

Shen Xingwen looked at Jiang Wensong unpacking one package after another, raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Song will debut tomorrow?"

Jiang Wensong unwrapped the courier like a tiger, and the wrapping paper rattled, so he didn't bother to talk to Shen Xingwen.

"Ah! I see. Did I fall in love with a girl in my Comprehensive English class today?!" Shen Xingwen blinked frantically.

"..." Jiang Wensong didn't want to talk, and looked at the newly bought sweater in his hand.

Shen Xingwen didn't care at all that Jiang Wensong ignored him, took a sip of water, seemed to think of something, and said with a smile: "I don't know what handsome Wang Haohao is wearing to the catwalk today."

"Brother Xu, how do I look?" Wang Haohao pulled his black fisherman hat and posed.

Today I have a comprehensive English class with the beauties in the dance class, he must be handsome!

He Mingxu couldn't take care of himself, crossed his chest and looked at the open cabinet, thinking about what clothes to wear today, but didn't even look at it, and nodded absently, "It's pretty handsome."

Wang Haohao kept looking at the mirror, pulled his hat, and nodded narcissistically.

He Mingxu stood in front of the cabinet in a daze for a long while, and finally pulled out a sweater and put it on his body irritably, and closed the door of the cabinet.