Unspeakable

Just after dawn, Zhang Yang stood in front of Mu Chen's house with a bag of breakfast milk in his mouth and knocked on it.Just as he was about to pick it up and knock for a while, he thought of Mu Shaonong's nagging, and immediately slowed down the strength of his fist.

The wooden door inside squeaked open, as if scratching his heart with a drill.Mu Chen's pale and delicate face poked out: "It's so early."

"I want to practice volleyball, I told you yesterday," Zhang Yang said, the milk bag dangling on his mouth, "Forget about it."

"I haven't forgotten." Mu Chen pushed open the door, walked out on crutches, and handed the schoolbag to Zhang Yang.He pulled the milk bag with his hand, and the breakfast milk fell to the ground.

"Hey——" Zhang Yang felt helpless, bent down to pick it up, "Xiao Chen, I didn't realize that you are so bad."

"I'm the hidden type."

"I'm the same type."

Zhang Yang rode Mu Chen fast, the road to school was all downhill, so he didn't care about pedaling a few steps, relying on his high quality, he rushed all the way down.

Zhang Yang held the milk bag in his mouth and kept grinding it. He didn't bite it off halfway through the ride, and his mouth was full of bits of plastic packaging.He held the handle with one hand and tore it hard, and the milk splashed to the side of the road.

He thought for a while, and said a little short-circuited: "I'm sorry."

"Yo," Mu Chen laughed, "When did it become so...so...so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so and so on!"

"Ha!" Zhang Yang yelled in the cool wind, "You have no words, Xueba! You have no words when you run on me, retribution!"

"It's so hypocritical, drink it quickly, don't be greedy for me."

Zhang Yang was a little surprised: "You didn't eat breakfast?"

Mu Chen sniffled, yes, Mu Shaonong went back to buy breakfast when he was in a better mood, and pulled the eggplant down when he was in a bad mood. He was very lethargic and it was inconvenient to buy it, so yes, he still treats that inexplicable man There is a certain degree of economic dependence and life dependence.

"I wanted to bring out the porridge, but I was afraid you would be late."

"Skipping breakfast starves brain cells."

Mu Chen didn't say a word, Zhang Yang passed the breakfast milk behind him: "If you don't feel sick, just take a sip and make up for it."

Mu Chen still didn't say a word, staring at Zhang Yang's hand in a daze, the dark red inverted triangle on it was still very clear.Zhang Yang turned his head and saw the undisguised loneliness in Mu Chen's eyes. He was in a daze for a moment, and said helplessly:

"Master Mu, if you don't dislike it, please make do with it."

Mu Chen smiled slightly, took the milk and took a big gulp.

When he arrived at the school, Zhang Yang parked his bicycle, watched Mu Chen walk to the teaching building for a while, and then ran into the gymnasium.He looked down at his watch, it was more than 40 minutes before class.

The voice of the gatekeeper came from behind him: "Which classmate is that, the classroom door can't be opened so early, do you have the key?"

Zhang Yang said, "No, I'm going to the gym to practice volleyball."

"The volleyball team?"

"Yes." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he remembered that the door of Mu Chen's classroom had not been opened, nor did he have a key.

Zhang Yang ran after Mu Chen, marveling at how fast Mu Chen walked.

Seeing him running over, Mu Chen stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I just remembered, your classroom must not have opened the door yet, are you squatting at the door?"

"Ah, yes," Mu Chen finally realized, "Going into the classroom every day, I'm used to being waited upon."

"Come with me to the gymnasium, and you can enter the classroom later."

Mu Chen hesitated and agreed.

As soon as the two entered the gymnasium, they saw volleyballs flying all over the sky. Recently, the men's volleyball team and the women's volleyball team are practicing every minute of every day. They have to practice in the morning, in physical education class, and after school.

Coach Wang was standing near the door with two volleyballs, and when he saw Zhang Yang walking in, he threw a ball over: "I'm late!"

Zhang Yang was taken aback, and immediately reached out to catch the volleyball.Coach Wang said, "The reaction is pretty good."

"Thank you," Zhang Yang clasped his fists together, "I really didn't do it on purpose today, I helped an old lady on the road."

Mu Chen walked up behind Zhang Yang, Coach Wang was stunned: "This classmate..."

Zhang Yang said: "I came with me, the classroom is not open."

"It's okay, just sit there for a while." Coach Wang pointed to the stands.

Zhang Yang changed his clothes, put on wrist guards and knee pads, walked to the center of the field, and saw Coach Li standing among the boys assigning tasks: "You boys, boys..."

"Why are you still a boy, girls are different!" All the boys around exploded, very dissatisfied with the assignment standard of the task.Zhang Yang looked around for a week and saw Mu Chen sitting on the stand looking at him with his chin in his hand, he made a scissors hand and smiled over there.

Mu Chen grabbed his crutches and waved them.

Zhang Haichuan next to him saw it, he was a little strange, he also looked in Mu Chen's direction, turned his head and asked Zhang Yang with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

"I didn't see anything."

Zhang Haichuan is Zhang Yang's best buddy, and he never turns the corner when he speaks: "Look at the girl?"

"You..." Zhang Yang felt helpless, "Is that a girl, are you nearsighted?"

Zhang Haichuan squinted his eyes and frowned and stared at that side: "I'm really short-sighted, isn't that a little girl? A boy?"

Just as Zhang Yang wanted to say that he was pale and weak, Coach Li turned his head to stare at him with a serious face, and he quickly stuck out his tongue and shut up.

"Boys hit the wall [-] times. If it breaks, it will be cleared. Instructor Wang and I will watch by the side until we hit enough!"

Zhang Haichuan was stunned: "No, coach, what you said last time is enough to hit 130!"

"Two hundred, those who disobey the order will be killed," Coach Li clapped his hands, "disband!"

Zhang Yang hit the wall next to Zhang Haichuan. Hearing the sound of the volleyball hitting the wall, he felt that his arms were numb.He counted up and down unconsciously, and finally counted to 170. He felt very confident that he could reach [-], so he looked back and was disappointed to find that Coach Li was with the girls, and Coach Wang was drinking tea by the stands.

"Who can prove it to me—" Zhang Yang yelled, but he couldn't grasp the strength for a moment. The ball hit the wall heavily, rebounded quickly to his forearm, and then fell through the arm to the ground.

"Fuck, it's Woguo again!" Zhang Haichuan looked over and shouted.

"I was frightened by your surprise."

When Zhang Haichuan was distracted, he also broke the ball. The ball directly hit his head heavily, and Zhang Yang couldn't stop with joy.

Mu Chen rested his chin and looked at the boys and girls in the gymnasium.Watching people play volleyball is the most fun. Everyone has their own style of play, and some people's moves are ridiculous.He thinks that Zhang Yang is the best player among the boys. He is quite thin, but he is healthy and flexible. As he hits the ball, the muscles on his arms are highlighted and his lines are perfect.

And the black and white wristbands on his wrists look very... what.

He felt very bored, and suddenly remembered that Zhang Yang had grabbed his schoolbag and rummaged through it before returning him the language package.After turning the page for more than half, a snow-white letter suddenly jumped out in front of his eyes, and a pink heart was pasted on the seal.

A love letter written by Zhang Yang to others?It hasn't been opened yet, so it can't be that someone gave it to Zhang Yang, right?Who will Zhang Yang like?He just seems like a big boy who just cares about playing basketball.And they talked about everything since they were young, whoever Zhang Yang likes probably came out of the club.Unexpectedly, this kid is hiding something deep.

Also used envelopes and heart stickers, so... ostentatious!

He put the envelope back into his schoolbag, found the language kit and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

Mu Chen took out his Chinese textbook, wanted to memorize classical Chinese, thought for a while, and then changed to a sketchbook, planning to draw a sketch.

Mu Chen has loved painting since he was a child, and his dream is to support himself by painting.

He chose a model for a long time, and finally decided to draw Zhang Yang, so he began to sketch in the notebook.

Zhang Yang ran to the stands to drink water, and he heard Coach Li say to the girls behind him: "Hit a hundred balls against the wall, try to be as steady as possible, take a break in the middle, have you done the preparatory activities? Be careful not to get hurt." ..."

"This gap..." Zhang Yang sighed, and Mu Chen smiled at him.

Mu Chen doesn't often laugh!Zhang Yangzheng felt strange, and felt that his eyes had turned black. When he turned his head, he saw Coach Li standing behind him with a serious face.

"If you're not satisfied, go to the girl's house!" Coach Li gave him a hand, and with great strength, he pushed Zhang Yang over.

The corner of Mu Chen's mouth hooked upwards. Zhang Yang has been like this since he was a child, and he was very at a loss when he met a girl.He seems to be a late bloomer emotionally. I really didn't expect, who would he like...

After warming up, Zhang Yang immediately got into shape. After playing [-] shots, he ran over and wiped his sweat while saying, "Let's go, the classroom should be open."

"So fast." Mu Chen patted the rubber dust on the notebook, "You play the fastest."

"Well, Dachuan is not in the right shape today, the ball hit him five or six times." Zhang Yang turned his head and saw that Zhang Haichuan hit the ball more and more urgently, and the volleyball bounced and hit him on the head again. Kill me, watch it and laugh again."

"Does it look like it?" Mu Chen handed over the notebook.

Zhang Yang froze for a moment and took it over to look at it. The painting was a boy bouncing a ball against the wall.Mu Chen's painting is very similar, and his movements are also very realistic. One can tell at a glance that the painting is Zhang Yang.

"Please describe how you feel."

"It's too multiplied by ten to the 99th power! This is the first time someone has painted me."

"Didn't you have someone draw a picture of you at the Oktoberfest?"

"That's different," Zhang Yang started laughing while holding the notebook, and after thinking about it, he added, "Could it be the same!"

"If you're happy, I can draw more of you, let's go."

Mu Chen sometimes feels that Zhang Yang is like a small animal, very easy to be satisfied, as long as he is satisfied, he will keep laughing, and he will be in a good mood for a long time.Mu Chen often envies him.

How happy.

Isn't happiness the happiest thing in life.

Mu Chen, how happy are you?

Can people who live in hatred be happy?

Walking to the front of the classroom, Zhang Yang saw that the door was already open, and said, "Go in."

Mu Chen suddenly remembered something: "Xiao Yang, who do you like?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yang shouted, "Who is it!"

"What are you shouting, the sound is broken."

"No, who did you hear from?"

Mu Chen wanted to laugh: "There is a letter in your schoolbag, it looks like a love letter."

"Really, someone must have written it for me," Zhang Yang was surprised, "I was shocked."

"I'm also shocked, that girl is so blind."

Zhang Yang smiled: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go into the classroom."

"Well," Mu Chen said, "Go back and have a look."

Zhang Yang walked into his classroom and threw his schoolbag on the desk.When he was looking for homework, he flipped through it, and saw that there was indeed a letter, which was so white that it was unbearable to read it, and it seemed as if it had been stabbed at a glance.

All day long in class, Zhang Yang was thinking about that letter, and couldn't help but want to find a recess to take it out and secretly feast his eyes on it, but he couldn't do it.

After school, Zhang Yang walked out of Mu Chen's classroom with his schoolbag, and was surprised to find that they hadn't finished class yet, and an old lady in her seventies and eighties was giving a lecture on the podium.

Mu Chen sat in the middle of the third row, Zhang Yang grinned at him, but Mu Chen didn't see it.Zhang Yang scratched his head, and kept circling around the front door, but he still couldn't let Mu Chen see him.

Zhang Yang knelt down and waited helplessly, Mu Chen was so attentive, he listened to every lecture so seriously, the schoolmaster was really different from the ordinary kids.He recalled that when listening to the teacher's lecture, he usually practiced sleeping with his eyes open.He has practiced to the point where he can fall asleep with his eyes rolled.

The old lady finally finished her indignant speech, or accusation, and the classroom exploded.Finally, he stood up with his schoolbag on his back and met Mu Chen who walked out of the classroom.

"Already here?" Mu Chen was still the same as before, able to give people a quiet feeling in the noisy crowd.

"Well, I've been bouncing around the door of the classroom for a long time and you didn't look at me."

"I saw you."

Zhang Yang's eyes widened: "Then why didn't you say hello? It made me jump and laugh like a second idiot."

Mu Chen smiled faintly: "I kept looking at the door and waited for you to come. The old lady saw that I was not paying attention and kept staring at me. How dare I."

"Oh—" Zhang Yang had nothing to say.

The two slowly moved to the bicycle shed, Zhang Yang stepped on the bicycle, stabilized the bicycle and let Mu Chen sit on it.Mu Chen said as if he suddenly remembered something: "Did you read that letter today?"

"I haven't watched it yet, I haven't found a chance," Zhang Yang felt a little embarrassed, "It's too tortured, I see girls are suspicious all day long."

"It's just as much on your mind, even if someone likes you, you still have to live how you want to live."

"I know."

Author's Notes:

Recently, I summed up the latest research results:

If the nervous system structure of two living people is exactly the same, then it is the so-called soul armor;

If the structure of the nervous system of a dead person is exactly the same as that of a living person, then it is the so-called resurrection of the dead;

If a person's nervous system can be transplanted at will, it is called soul transfer.

Will human cloning greatly increase the incidence of the above events?

To be verified, please wait and see.

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