Chapter 1270 Thanks, Brother

Set the time back half an hour.

Training base, men's shower room.

The sound of water continued to sound in a certain cubicle. Yang Jihan hummed a concert remix version of a certain song "Thousand Colors" and poured foam on his body. He was in good condition today. He trained spontaneously for a while and took a shower. Later than usual.

"Yang Jihan." A voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Wow!!" Yang Jihan almost suffered a cardiac arrest and dropped all the soap in his hand to the ground.

He turned his head in shock: "Why - I was almost scared to death by you -!"

Counting his days as a trainee, he had known Xia Song for several years, but no matter how long it took, even if their relationship improved by leaps and bounds after the teacher came, he would still be frightened by this guy's elusiveness.

"I need your help with something." Xia Song said as he turned off Yang Jihan's shower.

"No, we are both naked and you tell me this. Isn't it a bit strange...Okay, tell me." Yang Jihan said.

Xia Song usually talks less, takes the initiative to seek help from others, and even less often seeks him out specifically. Needless to say, Yang Jihan is quite new, and his warm-heartedness suddenly becomes warmer.

"What you asked me to say is that I agreed, right?" Xia Song said.

"Uh..." Yang Jihan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "Although it's true..."

"Okay." Xia Song grabbed one of Yang Jihan's hands and put it on his neck, "Pinch me, use more force."

Yang Jihan:?

Yang Jihan: "Huh?"

After two seconds, he said again: "Huh?"

"Is it because I can't speak clearly or because your hearing is damaged?" Xia Song's familiar poisonous tongue appeared.

"No, no, no!" Yang Jihan waved his hands in panic, "I mean, buddy, why do you still have this habit? Well, although I have been trained by the instructor for so long, I also have that tendency. But if you are serious, then But it’s a bit too much! And you said it so suddenly, I’m not even mentally prepared for it!”

Xia Song watched speechlessly as Yang Jihan gestured incoherently.

"You're thinking too much." He slapped Yang Jihan's flailing hand down, physically interrupting the guy's body language. "I just need a more memorable punishment. I... did something wrong, and I have to Long memory.”

Xia Song explained awkwardly.

"Oh." Yang Jihan understood immediately, "So that's what happened."

He didn't ask Xia Song what specific mistakes he made. Hey, this kind of thing happens to everyone. When he was a child, if he practiced a dance move and it wasn't up to standard no matter how hard he practiced it, he would be so angry that he would slap his palms. I have to say that his body has learned a lesson. It is indeed useful. Occasionally painful stimulation is an effective reminder without really affecting health.

Even now, one of his teammates, Liang Yixuan, would ask Lou Lan to kick him if he felt that he was trying too hard. Xing Yufei was even more self-conscious, and would go to Qi Shuang to scold him whenever the idea of ​​being lazy or slippery came up.

People's self-control is fluctuating, and it is normal to look for external supervision when one's own will is not firm.

but……

"why me?"

Yang Jihan looked strange, "Shouldn't you go find Little Sun?"

He was used to being bullied by Xia Song. Leng Buding was not used to hearing Xia Song ask him to bully him.

"There's no need to talk to Shi Yan about this kind of thing, I don't want to scare him." Xia Song looked away briefly, then quickly looked back, "You can't do it with the third child. You don't know his character, so you will definitely get to the bottom of it. "

"That's true." Yang Jihan nodded.

Liang Yixuan has a rough nerve, but he always has a strong balance in his heart. If Xia Song says that someone is causing trouble for him, Liang Yixuan, who is as righteous as he is, will definitely stand up and stand up for Xia Song without saying anything. But if Xia Song lets Liang Yixuan torment him, Liang Yixuan will not If you explain the reasons clearly one by one, you won't nod your head - even if you explain them clearly.

As for why Xia Song didn't include Yu Lan and "Not Gray" in his choices, Yang Jihan also (thought he) understood it very well. Yu Lan is so gentle and shy, it is not appropriate to do such a drastic action. Besides, he is also weak, so he may not be able to help. It would be easier to "not be gray". It is a boy's matter. It is not the fault of involving the sister next door. , they gay men still want to save face.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that the only person suitable to help is myself——

"And it's very convenient for you." In the end, Xia Song ruthlessly refuted Yang Jihan's elimination reading comprehension, "Single-celled organisms have limited brain capacity, are very obedient, and are relatively stupid. They don't know how to ask questions..."

"Hey!" A hash mark popped up on Yang Jihan's head, "How can you talk to someone in front of their face?! Is there anyone like you!"

"——It's easy even if you use the aggressive method." Xia Song completed the second half of the sentence, "Just like now."

He took the initiative to put Yang Jihan's hand on his neck again: "Are you angry? Just in time, come and pinch me."

"..." Yang Jihan's bulging cheeks deflated.

He said with a constipated look, "You are really weird sometimes beyond my understanding..."

"Hurry up, the time for taking the medicinal bath will be shortened if you delay it any longer." Xia Song urged.

"No, do you have to pinch me? How about I punch you?" Yang Jihan was still struggling, "It feels so weird to pinch your neck or something!"

"We have fixed fighting training. Being punched is too common, and it will be mixed into the memory of the fight during training, which is not impressive enough." Xia Song's explanation fully demonstrated that he had indeed carefully considered every option.

"But……"

"Yang Jihan, can you do it? If not, I'll go find Lou Lan." Xia Song frowned.

"You——! Ah, okay, okay! That's what you said!"

Yang Jihan grabbed Xia Song's neck with one hand, "I, I really did it?"

Xia Song said calmly: "Well, try harder... cough!"

Without any warning, a strong hand suddenly grabbed his throat. The sense of crisis of having his vitals tightly clamped made his scalp numb in an instant, and he felt that his vitality was cruelly stripped out of his body as if it were real.

A strong sense of suffocation came, and breathing became extremely difficult. The air seemed to be tightly isolated by an invisible barrier, and every breath was a difficult struggle. The heart in the chest was beating violently, but it could not provide enough oxygen for the body. Instead, it was like beating a drum, hitting the eardrum with a heavy sound, causing a buzzing sound like a siren.

The cheeks were flushed due to lack of oxygen. The threat of survival forced Xia Song to open his mouth unconsciously, and saliva meandered at the corners of his lips, leaving a messy mark. The scene in front of him became chaotic and blurry. Yang Jihan's slightly frowning face doubled in his vision, shaking and making people dizzy.

I couldn't breathe-I was suffocating-Yang-Jihan-

A hot pain came from his throat, like a fire suffocating inside, his eyes gradually lost focus, and a strong sense of dying surged to his head. It was not until then that Xia Song vaguely realized that he had not agreed with Yang Jihan in advance when to stop-that being said, he couldn't say any prompt words in his current condition-no, it turned out that Yang Jihan had a problem! This guy was really stunned to the end, even being an idiot was so pure...!

His physical strength was rapidly drained away in extreme panic and pain. For a moment, Xia Song's eyes flashed with murderous intent. His instinct for survival made him want to strike first before being strangled to death by Yang Jihan, but soon, his remaining rationality suppressed this idea. He wanted to raise his hand, but it fell down again. Then he raised it up again with difficulty, and weakly pulled Yang Jihan's wrist with a force lighter than tickling.

The force on his neck suddenly lightened, and the long-awaited oxygen finally entered his respiratory tract. The long-lost vitality was like a surging holy light pouring from head to toe, bringing deep relief and great relief.

"Haaa...!"

Xia Song slid down with his back against the partition of the shower room. A pair of hands supported him before he collapsed completely, and Yang Jihan's face appeared in front of him.

"Xia Song! Are you okay?!"

"Gu, ha hu... cough cough! Cough cough cough!"

Xia Song held Yang Jihan's arm with one hand, which had just been used, and the muscles were still tense and blue veins were visible. He gasped for air, occasionally making retching and coughing sounds. It took a long time for his face to regain color and find the rhythm of breathing.

"…………"

He turned his head slowly and looked at Yang Jihan, who was worried, with a sad look.

"... Hey, what's that look in your eyes! Didn't you ask me to do this?"

"Idiot." Xia Song whispered, his voice completely hoarse.

"Damn it!" Yang Jihan angrily put Xia Song's arm over his shoulder, held his waist and lifted him up, "Are you okay? Can you walk?"

"... barely."

"Then you can't, I'll take you to the locker room to rest for a while."

"Well..."

A few minutes later, Xia Song sat on the long bench at the junction of the locker room and the shower room, reaching out to touch his bruised neck.

He hissed as he felt the stinging pain.

"Here, drink some water first... Damn it!"

Yang Jihan's eyes widened as his eyes were drawn away by the movements of Xia Song's hands, "It's bad, this mark is super obvious, can it disappear in two days? We still have a notice to run-"

He actually remembered the aftermath only at this time.

Xia Song suddenly wanted to laugh, and he really laughed. He took the cup of water from Yang Jihan's hand, inhaled in pain, laughed and coughed intermittently.

"I'm talking to you..." He touched the pinch marks on his neck again, took a sip of water and continued, "You didn't consider these at all when you promised me."

"Yes!" Yang Jihan answered confidently, "Aren't you looking for my help? - Tsk, I forgot, I should have asked you to ask me first."

He said with a sad and regretful expression, "What a pity!"

Xia Song's throat rang with a few muffled coughs with a laugh. He put his wrist against his forehead, with an expression of "I really can't stand you" on his face, but the arc of his lips was raised very high, it was an extremely rare grin that made him tremble with laughter - even though he couldn't laugh very loudly now.

"Hey, you won't be pinched silly by me!" Yang Jihan shook Xia Song.

"Ahem, no, no."

Xia Song still laughed very collapsed, he waved his hand, smoothed a handful of hair stuck to his forehead by sweat, and there was still a smile on his face.

"I just feel that... you are like this... I won't tell you to die one day, and you will hang yourself without saying anything, right?" He said with a smile, panting.

"How is that possible?! We should discuss the way of death!" Yang Jihan's hand on Xia Song's shoulder turned to punch him, "Isn't it said that the tongue of a hanged person will stick out particularly long? That's too ugly!"

Xia Song put away his smile.

Then slowly revealed a new one.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Jihan, his eyes like a beast, leaping with a somewhat scary and difficult to describe gleam.

"Don't you consider refusing?" Xia Song asked softly.

"Huh? You must refuse first! But——"

Yang Jihan put his hands behind his back, leaned his upper body back, and stared at the softly lit ceiling.

"But if you feel that this must, absolutely, must be done, and it won't work if you don't do it, then I will listen to you."

"Including dying?"

"Including dying."

"Whatever the reason is?"

"No matter what the reason is. - Anyway, you told me that I can't understand the twists and turns, so I'll just listen to you." Yang Jihan turned back and looked at Xia Song.

Reflected in Xia Song's eyes, his eyes were as usual, very big and clear, and you could see to the end at a glance.

"Hey, let me tell you." Yang Jihan suddenly became interested, "Don't look at me for being afraid of this or that. I'm really not afraid of death. I haven't been since I was a child!"

"Didn't I live by the seaside when I was a child? One time, my mother fell ill and lay in the hospital for a long time. She couldn't wake up no matter how hard she screamed. I flipped through some old newspapers and came across a metaphysical method, which said that as long as the sun rises, When you are in the sea, keep kowtowing to the sun until the sun floats up. If you leave the sea level and return to the sky, the soul of the person you are thinking about will not be taken away.

"Then I went! Anyway, there was no other way at the time. I thought that kowtowing should be more effective as close as possible, so I rowed the inflatable children's rowing boat towards the depths of the sea in the middle of the night. .

“When we paddled to the point where the sea level started to glow, I knelt on it and started kowtowing. I don’t know how long I kowtowed, and I don’t know whether I was dizzy or hungry. Anyway, after kowtowing, I suddenly fell headfirst. I went into the sea. Oh, luckily I knew how to swim at that time! You don’t know how hard it took me to climb onto the overturned inflatable boat——

"Actually, when I was splashing in the water, I thought to myself, if I die, I can bring my mother back. Anyway, the child can be regenerated. Look at how many years I lived at that time, and how long my mother lived. Years, my mother must be more precious than that, right? But then I thought, no, I still have to go back and see if my mother wakes up first. If she doesn’t wake up, then I can’t continue to kowtow. I will die now. Who will continue to kowtow when the time comes in the water?

"So I gritted my teeth and climbed up on the rowing boat. When I was rowing back, I happened to see my son, his dad, my dad, and a bunch of lifeguard uncles driving that cool motorcycle launch looking for them. Me. My dad slapped me twice as soon as he touched me, but I didn’t care. I kept asking him if my mom was awake. Then my dad said she was awake, so I immediately I didn’t think about anything anymore, and I don’t remember what happened next. I passed out immediately when I posted the novel, and I was grinning sillyly while I was unconscious - it must have been him slandering my image!

"—Well, anyway, if you tell me about ghosts, monsters, or other scary things, I will be scared, but it's okay for me to die! After all, I have already died once... huh?"

Xia Song's hug interrupted Yang Jihan's chatter.

"Fool."

"Huh?! I told you not to do it again and again—"

"Idiot." Xia Song started to laugh intermittently again.

"Hey, you're so annoying-"

"What if I don't do it well?" Xia Song said.

"Nothing was done well."

"Debut concert." Xia Song said, "What if something goes wrong."

"It's okay to make mistakes! No matter how much you rehearse, you will still make mistakes. Although it's definitely better to be good -"

"I mean, what if there is a problem with the design and the performance is not as good as expected."

"What else can I do? If I can change it this time, I'll change it. If it's too late, I'll change it at next year's concert - wait, you wait a moment."

Yang Jihan realized later and pulled up Xia Song, who was lying on top of him, "Do you think your plan is not good enough, so you do these weird things?"

"No...that's right." Xia Song said.

"Holy shit, you're so stupid!" Yang Jihan looked even more paralyzed than Xia Song, "What's the big deal?! My brother is willing to die for you, but you're still afraid that he won't dare to make mistakes with you. ?"

"No, seriously, who are you? Are you Xia Song? You would actually think of this..."

Xia Song burst out laughing, and then the laughter got louder and louder, and finally turned into wild laughter, and then the wild laughter turned into wild coughing, which made him almost fall off the bench.

"Oh my god, I'm so impressed with you——"

Yang Jihan didn't know how to take care of people. He had a very accurate understanding of himself as a "spoiled monkey". However, it was obvious that Xia Song was the one who needed more care at the moment, so he gritted his teeth... Well, before he could grit his teeth, Xia Song helped him sit back down, calming down the violent cough bit by bit.

"Looking at your surprised look, I'm going to laugh at you." Yang Jihan said while tracing Xia Song's back.

"Okay, but only secretly." Xia Song replied, "Keep it secret from others."

"Hey, you even talked about terms with me - yes, it's completely OK." Yang Jihan said, "Don't tell anyone about what I did just now. I don't care, but I can't let my mother know - my dad and I are here I’m still hiding it from her now.”

"Yeah." Xia Song nodded.

He slowly took two deep breaths to make sure that the condition of his throat and lungs were okay. Then he went to the water dispenser next to him to get two glasses of warm water. He used one glass to moisten his throat and handed another glass to him because his mouth was dry from talking just now. Yang Jihan.

"I'm definitely going to be late now." Xia Song looked at the time.

"Tomorrow I'll stay in bed a little longer... uh, I'll stay in the coffin a little longer... Forget it, let's not stay." Yang Jihan drank the water angrily.

"Let's go?"

"Let's go. Damn, I haven't blow-dried my hair yet, wait for me."

"Let me do it."

Xia Song pushed Yang Jihan down.

The sound of the hair dryer "buzzed" for a while and soon ended.

"Thanks, brother." Yang Jihan yawned.

Xia Song put the hair dryer back in place.

"Thanks, brother." He also said so.

5100+, 12.24 and 12.25 updates in one.

I was going to post it yesterday, but I was thinking about adding a little more details, and I added 3,000 words by hand. You... I... Forget it, let's leave it at that.

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In addition, although I think it is unnecessary, I still disclaim:

[The content described in this chapter is 100% dangerous behavior, please do not imitate in real life]