Stars in the Text

On the first day of school, Chen Xingyao's "Straight Man" flag that had been flying for fifteen years encountered an unprecedented storm and was on the verge of collapse. The source of the storm was his classmate, Zhou Jingheng. The scorching sun of military training almost drains the last bit of energy from the teenagers. As Chen Xingyao, who had just been selected into the national flag class and was "promoted" to the class computer administrator, he was dragging his body that was about to fall apart as he walked onto the podium for the nth time, repeating the search over and over again to select red songs. He only felt that life was bleak, and his back was full of "no love in life". Little did he know that his look of being aggrieved but still resigned to completing the task would fall into the eyes of a pair of calm eyes in the back row. Zhou Jingheng looked at the slowly moving figure, tapping his fingertips on the table unconsciously. After finally resting, Chen Xingyao almost collapsed in the arms of his buddy, lamenting feebly: "I can't do it anymore... I feel like my body has been hollowed out..." As soon as he finished speaking, a cold voice "just happened" to pass over his head. "Administrator," Zhou Jingheng stood beside him at some point, looking down at him, the corners of his lips curved in a very shallow arc, "You don't seem to have enough physical strength?" Chen Xingyao couldn't take a breath and almost exploded. But when faced with the other party's expressionless but obviously playful face, and those overly pretty eyes, he was inexplicably choked up, and could only reply with a stiff neck: "I, I want you to take care of it!" Zhou Jingheng said nothing, but the smile in his eyes deepened a little deeper. He felt that this little sun, which was usually too lively and always seemed to have endless energy, looked particularly interesting with its withered head and drooping head at the moment. From this moment on, Chen Xingyao's high school life began to completely and completely go off track. · When he stayed up late to study physics competition questions and was so crazy that he was about to tear out the chicken coop on his head, Zhou Jingheng would "just happen" to pass by him with a stack of books in his arms, and then stop and touch his cold fingertips somewhere on his densely packed draft paper: "Conservation of energy, the substitution is wrong here." After leaving a light sentence, Shi Shiran left, leaving Chen Xingyao alone dumbfounded by the correct idea. · When he was sweating profusely on the basketball court in the afternoon and his throat was filled with smoke after coming off the court, Zhou Jingheng would always bring out an "extra" bottle of unopened ice water, handing it out as if he had rehearsed it countless times: "I bought it by the way." Watching Chen Xingyao take it unprepared, raise his head and drink hard, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as he swallowed, Zhou Jingheng's eyes would stay on his sweaty neck for a moment, and then he would look away. · When he finally realized it and found that his heartbeat was inexplicably disordered and his cheeks were hot when he was facing Zhou Jingheng, the other party stared at him with those deep and soul-sucking eyes, and his tone was innocent and calm: "Chen Xingyao, didn't you say it yourself? We are all good brothers and we should help each other." "Good brother?!" Chen Xingyao was completely furious, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Zhou Jingheng! Do you have any conscience to say that you treat a 'good brother' like this?! What do you call 'help'? You are clearly..." He said "yes" for a long time, but couldn't find the right words, but his face turned red even harder. He originally thought that all of this was just a weird way of getting along between top students, a purely accidental prank. It wasn't until much later that he suddenly realized - from the moment he stumbled into Zhou Jingheng's line of sight with blurred eyes due to fatigue on that military training evening, he, a star that he thought had a fixed trajectory, had already been firmly captured by the strong gravity of Zhou Jingheng, with nowhere to escape. [Cool on the surface, but actually sinister, black humor, top student attack x sunny, hairy and funny] [Fishing attack x The little dog who is bent without realizing it] --- Intention: Youth grows up without fear of wind and waves