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Zhan Weiyang's legs shook, but no one responded.
Pei Qing got up, got close to Zhan Weiyang's face, squatted down outside the bathtub, and reached out and patted Zhan Weiyang's face.
Zhan Weiyang's eyes are still closed, his breathing is light, only by looking at his chest can he find the less obvious ups and downs.
Pei Qing subconsciously put his hand on his chest, as if identifying his heartbeat.
At this moment, Zhan Weiyang suddenly reached out and grabbed Pei Qing's hand, laughed out loud, and said, "Do I look like I'm dead?"
Seeing his eyes opened, Pei Qing said to him, "Don't talk nonsense."
Zhan Weiyang smiled and said, "I'll soak for a while."
Pei Qing retracted his hand and said, "Don't soak in the water until it gets cold."
Zhan Weiyang closed his eyes and said, "No."
Pei Qing stood up slowly, took two steps back and sat back to the place just now, this time he didn't play with his phone, just looked at Zhan Weiyang.
Zhan Weiyang's face still had a smile at first, but it gradually became lighter. His body became more relaxed in the water, and his breathing gradually became slower. After a few minutes, Pei Qing saw his body slowly slide down.
Pei Qing walked over and patted his face, calling him, "Yangyang?"
Zhan Weiyang didn't respond.
Pei Qing knew that Zhan Weiyang was really asleep this time. He reached out and put the water in the bathtub. When he saw that the water surface was circling and getting lighter, he picked up the bath towel that Zhan Weiyang was hanging on the wall and covered him. Wrap him and take him out of the water.
When he was exerting force on his hands, Zhan Weiyang woke up, stepped on the bottom of the bathtub and tried to stand firm, his arms were still on Pei Qing's shoulders, he looked at Pei Qing in confusion and said, "I slept too late yesterday. already."
Pei Qing said to him, "Go back to sleep."
Zhan Weiyang nodded, and while holding Pei Qing's arm and one foot stretched out, the other foot slipped in the bathtub, and the whole person almost fell over.
Seeing that he wasn't awake at all, Pei Qing simply wrapped him in a bath towel and hugged him.
Zhan Weiyang is very thin, but after all, he is a boy of 1.74 meters, so he is not light.
Pei Qing took him out of the bathtub and put him on the ground to let him put on his slippers.
Zhan Weiyang was a little excited. He said, "Brother Qing, you are so energetic, stronger than my dad."
In Zhan Weiyang's memory, no matter where he went when he was a child, Zhan Pengcheng always liked to hold him, and later he was carried on his back. When Zhan Weiyang was getting taller and taller, Zhan Pengcheng couldn't even carry him on his back. Moved.
Pei Qing didn't answer his words, he just said, "Go back to your room and go to sleep."
Zhan Weiyang nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Qing."
Pei Qing felt that Zhan Weiyang was like a child. If he hadn't felt his weight when he hugged him just now, Pei Qing would have felt that he was talking to a child. Pei Qing shook his head and said, "No thanks."
Zhan Weiyang walked outside, turned around when he reached the door, and happily said to Pei Qing, "You are the best person I have ever met."
Pei Qing looked at him and said nothing.
Zhan Weiyang came out of the bathroom and walked downstairs briskly. He returned to his room, first wiped his body with a bath towel, then changed into a pair of clean underwear, and then got into the quilt directly.
He covered himself with the quilt from head to toe, and when he thought of Pei Qing, he couldn't help but feel happy. He didn't even hear the voice announcing that he scored today, and he was already looking forward to going to self-study with Pei Qing tomorrow night.
Chapter 11
During class, Zhan Weiyang buried his head and took a pen to write on the notebook.
As soon as get out of class was over, Chen Youyou turned around, picked up his notebook and looked at it. He saw two big words "Plan" written right above it, and then listed a few points. Only the word was written after the first point. : "Follow Xie Ling."
"You want to follow and track Xie Ling?" Chen Youyou felt incredible.
Zhan Weiyang raised his hand and put his index finger on his lips: "Shhbe quieter."
Chen Youyou said, "When?"
Zhan Weiyang said to him in a low voice, "School is over at noon on Saturday."
The entire high school department of their school has to make up classes on Saturdays, the first and second grades only take half a day in the morning, and the third grade has a full day.
Zhan Weiyang plans to follow Xie Ling after school at noon on Saturday to see where he lives.
"Look, what if you arrive?" Chen Youyou asked him, squatting in the corner of the playground.
This section is a physical education class. After the warm-up exercise and the students run around the playground for two laps, the teacher disbands the team and asks everyone to move freely.
Several boys in the class invited to play basketball together, but neither Chen Youyou nor Zhan Weiyang went.
Zhan Weiyang has no friends. In fact, he is a clean and beautiful young man, and it is easy to make a good first impression. Many people will take the initiative to get close to him at the beginning, especially girls. But once they got close to him, those people would feel that he was different from ordinary people, and then slowly distanced themselves from him.
The same Chen Youyou doesn't have many friends. It's not that he doesn't like to play with boys of the same age, but he doesn't like others to speak like him, and he can't stand being called stuttering. When the first year of high school entered the school, Chen Youyou happened to be at the same table with Zhan Weiyang. He didn't pay much attention to Zhan Weiyang at first, but after a long time, he found that only Zhan Weiyang really didn't care about his articulation. Unclear, treat him as an ordinary friend, so the two talents gradually get to know each other.
Zhan Weiyang can play basketball. He has followed Zhan Wei Optics since he was a child, and his skills are quite good. However, Chen Youyou was always reluctant to participate in such group activities for boys in the class, and Zhan Weiyang stopped going to accompany him.
At this time, Zhan Weiyang squatted under the shade of the big tree, straightened his neck and looked at the basketball court, and answered Chen Youyou casually: "I don't know. I just searched the Internet for ways to chase people, thinking about the future. Maybe I can take him home."
Chen Youyou rolled her eyes indistinctly.
Naturally, Zhan Weiyang didn't see it, and continued: "If he is sick, I can go to see him and bring some gifts to his parents. Maybe they will like me."