Evening breeze brings summer

On Monday, Song Yan yawned as usual and followed Xia Wenliang to the class. Before he had walked a few steps, he heard someone calling them from behind.

As soon as he turned around, Zhao Kuo ran over panting from behind, "Hey, I'm so exhausted, I called you several times."

Xia Wenliang smiled and said nothing.Song Yan looked at Zhao Kuo with disgust, and said, "Who told you to yell." The three of them walked to the classroom together.

During breakfast time, Zhao Kuo approached the two people sitting across from each other with a gossipy face, "Hey, guess who I met when I went out on Saturday?"

Xia Wenliang glanced at him, ignored him, and ate on his own.On the contrary, Song Yan asked in a face-saving way: "Who?"

"Wen Mo, he seems to be working in a pastry shop. But I called him and he ignored me!!"

Song Yan sneered, and said, "I guess they are afraid that you will be a hooligan."

Zhao Kuo refused to accept it, "Is that called hooliganism? I was exchanging feelings with him."

Xia Wenliang frowned. He had seen it a few times when he was helping the teacher sort out the materials. Wen Mo seemed to be in a single-parent family and only lived with his mother.Seeing that Zhao Kuo was still talking, he stopped him and said, "Okay, don't talk."

Zhao Kuo could only shut up embarrassingly.

During the class meeting on Monday afternoon, the class teacher Lao Liu mobilized everyone to actively participate in the sports meeting at the end of September, and by the way assigned the sports committee the task of counting the number of people.

After the class meeting, the sports committee came over, because Zhao Kuo used to be the tallest person in the class, so he must apply for several events, and of course it is no exception now.

"Zhao Kuo, what do you want to report? The same as last year? [-]×[-], [-] meters, and [-]? Why don't you report [-] this year, and you can report [-]. Last year, no one in our class reported [-], old Liu. But not happy."

Zhao Kuo said that he was not happy. Although he could run, he didn't want to run three thousand.Seeing Song Yan who was talking to Xia Wenliang in the back, he suddenly showed a sneaky smile: Wen Liang, who is weak and weak, can't sign up, so let's drag you into the water.After making up his mind, Zhao Kuo turned around and leaned on Xia Wenliang's table behind, watching Song Yan impassionedly to the sports committee: "Hey, sports committee, look at Song Yan's height and body shape, how can he not sign up?! He has to apply project?"

Although Song Yan and Xia Wenliang and Zhao Kuo get along very well, in the eyes of other people in the class... that is different. The new classmate Song Yan is still a little irritable and difficult to communicate with.So even though the sports committee had already set their minds on Song Yan, they didn't want to ask him directly.

Now Zhao Kuo brought it up directly, and the sports committee quickly set their eager eyes on Song Yan.

Song Yan was also full of bad things. He happened to overhear the conversation between the Sports Commission and Zhao Kuo just now, and said, "You can sign up if you want me to. If Zhao Kuo offers you [-] yuan, I'll do it."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sports committee looked at Zhao Kuo expectantly, "Zhao Kuo, look, this... you just paid three thousand?"

In the end, Zhao Kuo cursed Song Yan secretly, but he still reported three thousand.Song Yan also reported several projects as promised.

After a few days of calm and calm, the weekend will be ushered in again in a week.

In physical education class on Friday, Zhao Kuo took Song Yan to play football again, and Xia Wenliang was still watching.Unexpectedly, he met Wen Mo again.

"Hi, Wen Mo." Xia Wenliang walked over to say hello.Wen Mo smiled at him.

Seeing that he was still alone, Xia Wenliang suggested: "Wen Mo, let's go for a walk together? How boring it is to sit here all the time."

Although Wen Mo was a little surprised that Xia Wenliang wanted to be with him, in Wen Mo's view, Xia Wenliang was already his friend.

The two walked around the playground and walked to the basketball court.

As a result, just a few steps into the basketball court, a basketball flew towards Xia Wenliang from the side. Because of the angle, Xia Wenliang didn't notice it. Wen Mo saw the basketball flying towards Xia Wenliang from the side, and felt anxious. While saying be careful, he pulled Xia Wenliang anxiously, but the basketball just hit him in the face.

Wen Mo covered his face and hissed.Xia Wenliang was stunned for two seconds before reacting, and quickly supported Wen Mo, took his hand covering his face, and anxiously wanted to take a look, "Wen Mo, Wen Mo, how are you?" Seeing Wen Mo die Covering her face desperately and not letting go, Xia Wenliang panicked even more, "Wen Mo, don't cover it, let me see how the injury is doing first. How about we go to the infirmary first?"

Song Yan and Zhao Kuo, who had been playing football over there, noticed it when they got up and started to walk. The ball player said hello, pulled Song Yan and ran towards that side, and said to Song Yan while running: "Hey, Song Yan, what's wrong with Wen Liang? Why does Wen Mo keep covering his face?"

Song Yan looked at Zhao Kuo like an idiot, "Most likely he was hit by a basketball." He quickened his pace as he spoke.

Xia Wenliang supported Wen Mo, pulled down his hand and anxiously looked at Wen Mo whose face was swollen and had nosebleeds and tears, and quickly took out toilet paper from his pocket to wipe Wen Mo's nosebleeds.

The boys playing basketball also gathered around, and the boy who was holding the basketball first said to Xia Wenliang worriedly: "I'm really sorry, senior, I, that... Is this senior okay?"

Before Xia Wenliang came to reply, Zhao Kuo and Song Yan pushed away the group of people surrounding them and came over. Zhao Kuo looked at Wen Mo's embarrassed look, and for some reason, some unknown emotions rose in his heart , went forward and took the paper in Xia Wenliang's hand, pressed Wen Mo to block his nose, wiped his tears by the way, and said: "Wen Liang, I will take Wen Mo to the infirmary, after class, you two first Go, don't wait for me." Without waiting for Xia Wenliang to reply, he stuffed the paper into Wen Mo's hand, picked him up and walked towards the infirmary.

Xia Wenliang looked at Zhao Kuo worriedly, and said to the boy in the first year of high school who was still looking at him: "It's okay, you can go too, get out of class is over."

Song Yan looked Xia Wenliang up and down, and made sure that Xia Wenliang was not injured. He was inexplicably relieved, and said, "Why are you so careless? Looking at Wen Mo's face, it may take a long time to heal."

Xia Wenliang seemed to have regained his composure now, and said with red eyes, "It's all my fault, I insisted on coming to the basketball court to have a look, but Wen Mo did it for me..."

Song Yan looked at Xia Wenliang who was about to cry, and slowed down his voice to comfort him: "It's not your fault, at most it's your bad luck." Seeing that Xia Wenliang still had a mournful face, Song Yan was a little Distressed, "Wen Liang, it's useless to think too much now, let's go home first, and go to shift three in the afternoon to see how Wen Mo is doing."

Xia Wenliang hummed and rubbed his eyes and followed Song Yan, Song Yan had no choice but to put Xia Wenliang's shoulders on his shoulders while walking to comfort him.