planetary deflection

The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.

This sentence from the predecessors can perfectly summarize Xiang Zhiyuan's recent situation.

He had made a good plan at first: anyway, he had to train on the same playground as Class One every week, and he and Yuan Xu were the only ones who ran 1500 meters. It would be easy to warm up and run together to relax, and eat together afterward Once the promise is fulfilled, things will go pretty well.

But others are not as good as God. Yuan Xu hasn't come since the second week, saying that he was dragged to the Mathematical Olympiad competition. Because he is a seed player in the first year of high school, he has to go to the office for tutoring every day after school.

"Is this reasonable? I also got a full score in mathematics in the senior high school entrance examination. Why didn't you ask me to compare?"

Xiang Zhiyuan feels deeply wronged.

Deng Yue wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he forced the corners of his lips together, and explained the truth to him with a sad face: "There is only one spot in the first year of high school, brother, although I don't want to destroy your prestige, but do you think they choose Yuan Xu?" Or choose you?"

Xiang Zhiyuan: "..."

Seriously, is it still too late for him to go to the Math Olympiad class?

"It's a good thing to think about it carefully, at least you don't have to practice running anymore." Deng Yue changed his mind to enlighten him, "If he doesn't run, you don't run. You can still wait until his tutoring is over, isn't that the truth?"

It seems so.

Xiang Zhiyuan was too lazy to run, but if Yuan Xu didn't come, he would become a paddler sitting on the sidelines doing nothing every day. If it wasn't bad for repeated sideways jumps, he would ask Lao Liang to resign on his own initiative.

After more than a week, he finally couldn't help sending Yuan Xu a WeChat message.

——You haven’t come to training for a long time, are you busy in the Mathematical Olympiad competition?

Yuan Xu never replied to him, although he usually replied very slowly, but this time Xiang Zhiyuan waited until the second night for him to reply, and on the third day he couldn't hold back, and ran to the first shift to look for him.

Although he is not promoted to the man of the year on the first day of school like Yuan Xu, he is still a handsome guy. Apart from being tall and handsome, he is also very rich. Everyone has the same school uniform, but he wears shoes five days a week. He doesn't have the same style, don't mention how ostentatious-three weeks have passed, and basically everyone in the first year of high school knows him.

He stood at the door of class one and looked in, but he couldn't find Yuan Xu in the classroom, so he randomly called a girl who came out of it: "Hi, classmate, I want to ask if Yuan Xu is there?"

The girl froze for a moment, looked back at the class, shook her head and said, "He's not here, maybe he's gone to the office."

"Thank you." Xiang Zhiyuan smiled at her, and said again, "I have something to do with him, if he comes back, please tell me... Oh, my name is Xiang Zhiyuan, please excuse me."

The girl nodded, blushed a little, smiled at him and hurried into the class.

Xiang Zhiyuan thought about it, and then wandered to the teacher's office to try his luck, but after walking through the teacher's office for several subjects, he didn't see him. Instead, he was called by the English teacher to help.

"You made several mistakes in the quiz in class yesterday. It looks like you chose the wrong one carelessly." The English teacher who taught them was a young female teacher who had just arrived a few years ago. She had a baby face and spoke like a child. The second thing is to read the questions carefully, otherwise it will be very unfair to deduct points—come on, help me take the paper back and hand it out, thank you."

The English papers were just a small stack of thin ones. Xiang Zhiyuan picked them up and flipped through them. When he found his own, he really made a few careless mistakes, such as misreading the tense.

"Be careful next time, thank you Miss Yang." He smiled at the teacher and left with the paper.

There are not many people who stay in the classroom between big classes. Those who have not eaten breakfast either go to the cafeteria or the canteen. There are even some people playing basketball in the basketball court downstairs for 20 minutes. Everyone has something they want to do, so stay in the classroom Those who learn are in the minority.Xiang Zhiyuan went back and gave the test paper to the English class representative. Seeing that Deng Yue was not there, he probably went down to buy water, so he leaned on the corridor and waited for him to come back.

As a result, he stood there for 5 minutes, Deng Yue didn't wait, but Yuan Xu did.

He was leaning against the railing, originally in a daze, but he straightened up and looked at the source when he heard someone whispering around him.

Yuan Xu's school uniform was neatly tucked into his trouser waist, and he wore a shirt, trousers, and white shoes. He was dressed in a very obedient manner, but there was a new wound on his face—a scrape scab on his left cheekbone. Look at it. It's getting better already.

"What do you need from me?" He stopped next to Xiang Zhiyuan, leaned on the handrail of the corridor with him and looked downstairs, "I just went to the cafeteria, and I didn't have time to have breakfast in the morning."

Xiang Zhiyuan stared at the scar on his face for two seconds, then looked away, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I sent you a WeChat message and you didn't reply, so I went to find you."

Yuan Xu was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, and explained helplessly: "You don't have anything urgent to find me, right? I lost my phone two days ago, and I've been a little busy recently, so I haven't had time to buy a new one."

"Why did it suddenly disappear?"

Xiang Zhiyuan still remembered that his phone was an old model two years ago, it was silver, without a phone case, it looked quite new...

"Fighting, I don't know when it fell." Yuan Xu said casually.

Matching the wound on the face, it was a completely unsurprising answer.

But now that he has said that, Xiang Zhiyuan has a reason to continue to ask: "Who did you fight with again this time? Didn't you get hurt?"

His tone was relaxed, and he didn't blame or have any other negative emotions. It was like joking among friends, knowing that he would not get hurt, and gave him a chance to talk about his achievements.

Yuan Xu and him looked at each other, suddenly there was a very inexplicable feeling, although it came from nowhere, it was unexpectedly real.

This man is on his side.

This didn't make him feel strange, because Xiang Zhiyuan looked like an unstable person, but he still didn't understand that the other party would look at him fighting twice in three days.

"It's the same group as last time." He didn't hide it from Xiang Zhiyuan, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Three or four people, I didn't get any benefits, but I lost my phone ,did not find."

"How did you get the wound on your face?"

"Hmm... It seems to be scratched by a fist? I dodged for a while, but I didn't completely dodge."

In fact, it was to avoid the stick thrown by another person at that time, so he could only dodge it as much as possible, but it was meaningless to say this, he felt that Xiang Zhiyuan was just asking, and he didn't gossip enough to ask him to replay the whole fight .

Xiang Zhiyuan was half a head taller than him, and when he turned his head to look at him, he could just see his white ear pinna half covered by the broken hair, and there was also a small mole on it, which was very light in color and a little red.

"It's good that people are fine, a little wound should be fine." He whispered, not knowing whether to comfort Yuan Xu or comfort himself.

It stands to reason that a Yangou like him should be a little pity to see Yuan Xu's face hurt, but he didn't think so, because Yuan Xu's face looks pretty good with injuries.

"I'm used to it. It wasn't a big deal in the thirteenth middle school before." Yuan Xu raised his hand into a fist and stretched it out in front of him, then opened his five fingers suddenly, revealing the phalanges with many fine scars. "Look at the small scars on my hands, basically from fighting over the past year."

"you……"

Yuan Xu smiled: "Isn't it hard to imagine? You belong to Boya, there must be no such good-for-nothing guys over there."

"Who said that? I've fought too. Not all Boya students are good students." Xiang Zhiyuan said, "In the third year of junior high, there were people from outside the school who bullied the girls in our class. I got into a fight when my head got hot, and I was called a parent."

He also managed to learn taekwondo, which was a showy way for a few days, and he was the best at it. Others were not so lucky, and all of them were beaten up by the gangsters.However, there are benefits to being hurt—girls were tormented by idol dramas at that time, and all of them were full of teenage hearts, and most of the boys in their early years got out of the order because of this incident.

There were several girls who came to show his love to him, but he didn't feel anything. Later, he found out that he didn't like girls at all, and it was a waste of a thumping girl's heart.

Yuan Xu heard him say a few words, wanted to laugh but held back, and waited until Xiang Zhiyuan had finished speaking before opening his mouth.

"Actually, before I came here, I thought that the southerners were gentle and gentle, but after I came here, I realized that not all of them seem to be like that."

"There are good people everywhere, and there are bad people everywhere, and this will never change." Xiang Zhiyuan squinted at his open palms, and felt that Yuan Xu was really fair, and he couldn't get tanned even though he didn't see sunscreen "Just watch Young and Dangerous movies—hey, aren't you from the south?"

Yuan Xu glanced at him, as if he was a little surprised that he didn't know: "I'm not from Ningdu, and I'm far away from Rongshi."

Ningdu is a famous snow resort, tens of thousands of people go to see the snow every year, but Xiang Zhiyuan has never been there.He even learned to ski in Canada, because his uncle lives there and visits relatives almost every year, so it seems that there is no need to go to the northern city to see the snow.

But Yuan Xu was actually a child born in Xuexiang, which surprised him a bit.

He also wanted to listen to the other party talk more about himself, but the class bell didn't give him this chance, and it rang in an unpleasant way.Yuan Xu waved at him and walked in the direction of Class [-]. Xiang Zhiyuan watched his back walking in the crowd returning to the classroom, and couldn't help asking: "Going to buy a mobile phone after school? Someone I know is there. Work in the shop."

Yuan Xu froze for a moment, thinking of something, smiled and nodded to him in the crowd.

"Okay, then wait for me after school, I won't be in Math Olympiad class today."

The author says:

There is another one tomorrow