[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 159

Later, in order to shorten the physical fitness gap with Cen Wei, he started exercising.

He still remembered that after the graduation ceremony of the last life, Cen Wei took him home, easily grabbed him with both hands, and pressed him on the bed with his back to him.

And two years later, he could have a few back and forth with Cen Wei. If Cen Wei wanted him to be quiet again, he would have to be blue and purple.

Thinking about it now, he started to practice close combat, and there was also the shadow of Cen Wei's deliberate guidance.

And Cen Wei stimulated him again and again to check his practice results.

It's just that they didn't expect that the other party used poison in the end.

Zhang Zhaohe pondered for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and said melancholy: "I haven't been to Tashan for a long time. The last time I climbed it was more than ten years ago, with a group of like-minded friends."

Li Rong glanced at Zhang Zhaohe with his peripheral vision . At a glance, he said lightly: "Tashan is not high, and the scenery is not so beautiful."

Zhang Zhaohe smiled and said: "Yes, and there are many branches on the mountain, which almost block the scenery. There are only a few places where you can see the city, but the important thing is not the scenery, but also the experience of traveling with like-minded people. "

Zhang Zhaohe recalled the past, and could not help straightening his back, looking forward in a daze, but his face was full of yearning.

Li Rong found that the old pen was still pinned to his chest.

Climbing to the top with like-minded people is not like what people who have no desires and no desires and slack off their lives will do.

Of course, he didn't think Zhang Zhaohe was as simple as he appeared.

Zhang Zhaohe wanted to say something, but the commotion in the car had already exploded. People eating, playing, and playing cards echoed in the narrow carriage.

Zhang Zhaohe has never been dignified in front of the students. He turned around and tried several times, trying to make everyone quiet, but after hesitating for a moment, he gave up with a sigh.

He knew that he wouldn't be quiet for long when he said it.

After driving for two hours amid the noise, the road was blocked for 20 minutes, and finally parked in the parking lot. A group of people rubbed their waists and hammered their backs, and got out of the car lazily.

Zhang Zhaohe leaned on a climbing stick, stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck, and tried to make himself stand out in the crowd: "Classmates, everyone try to walk together, everyone climbs to the top of the mountain, on the top of the mountain, we want to take pictures, This photo will also be a good memory for you in the future."

No one listened to him, and everyone had automatically formed a company with their good friends, and sparsely walked towards the mountain entrance.

Zhang Zhaohe stood there, shouting dryly, and in the end only Li Rong was left by his side.

Zhang Zhaohe sighed, took out the thermos cup from his bag, unscrewed Gudu and took a sip: "I'm old, and I get dizzy after a few words."

Li Rong didn't have any friends in the class, so naturally he was alone.

He chuckled: "Yes, but I think you are in good health."

Zhang Zhaohe didn't seem to hear the extended meaning in his words. He raised his eyes and looked at the top of the mountain with a long look: "God takes care of me."