Faint Lord

Yang Guang didn't know how many times he had slammed the door like this, he just felt that the previous exaltation had turned into nothing, which was ridiculous.He also went home, slammed the door hard, ignored the unwashed pots and pans, and fell straight on the sofa.Staring at the gleaming white ceiling, I felt more and more angry. Just as I was about to put on my coat and go out for a walk, Xiao Wen called him and asked him if he would come out to play basketball. He immediately agreed to come down, regardless of whether he would get appendicitis after eating or exercising.

They met on the basketball court of the technical school, which was still empty during the winter vacation, "Why do you come to school so early?" A section of black at the root.Xiaowen is small, but nimble and nimble, and is very good at intercepting passes. After halftime, there was a group of people who seemed to be from his school. They said they watched for a while and wanted to learn from each other.

Yang Guang knew the one who took the lead, and he was a little bit annoyed by Xiaowen. He had no intention of interfering with the technical school's affairs, so he just didn't answer. It’s gone.” Next, there was a familiar provocation, the man stopped in front of them, “Don’t give face.” “It’s the new year, I don’t want everyone to look bad.” Xiaowen wanted to leave, but the man just didn’t move Still staring at him, he looked at Yang Guang again, "I know you, did you experiment before?" "So what?" Yang Guang tilted his head and smiled, showing his sunny and cheerful look again.

Xiaowen just felt impatient, "Just play if you want to play, just don't make trouble with excuses." In half an hour, this group of people fouled frequently, and Yang Guang was so angry that he was beaten by Li Yu, but he was overwhelmed by others when he came here, but there was someone who was so desperate to hit him with fouls. He let out a long sigh, why bother to come, just say that you want to fight, you have to hide it like this.

He tossed the ball and punched the one who bumped into him to the ground. The outside ball was the Charger, and there was almost a scuffle in the court, and no one fought. He had a good fight because he was bored. The strikes were even heavier, and no one dared to approach him since then. He was already strong and strong, how could ordinary people receive several heavy punches from him in a row, but when others hit him, he didn't seem to feel the pain, and only the backhand was stronger. use force.

In the end, the group of people were beaten to the ground, and he himself didn't feel any better. He felt that he had been punched countless times on his back, but he didn't bother to lie with these people, so he climbed on Xiaowen's bed. In terms of body, he was much better than himself, this little guy was the best at hiding, even when everyone fell down, he could still stand.It's just a few less hits, and it's not like he didn't get beaten. Xiaowen felt like he was dragging Yang Guang like a tracker, "Go on your own, you weren't very majestic just now."

He laughed a few times but refused to let go, and was dragged by Xiaowen to lie on his stomach on a bench in their cafeteria. He sweated a lot and was beaten so many times, but he felt relaxed, and those unhappiness went with him. Sweat flows from every part of his body, it should be black and dirty, the human body cannot do it, so it just turns these emotions into taste, so it is salty and bitter.

He loves all sports that can sweat, and in an instant, the rigid emotions accumulated in his chest, which should have flowed in his eyes, became qualitative and flowed out in another way.