waste heat

The physical strength of the players on the field has been exhausted. Regardless of the other side or the enemy, everyone is sweating profusely and unable to move. With the whistle of the referee, this evenly matched game finally came to an end. up the curtain.

Cheng Yan was the first to applaud and applaud, and encouraged everyone who was depressed, "It's fine, it's all right."

Zhao Yibai threw the ball over, Guan Di caught it, spun it twice in his hands, and Zhao Yibai said helplessly, "I tried my best."

Although Guan Di is not very enthusiastic, he just regards playing as a hobby, but he was somewhat unhappy seeing his brothers lose, so he also comforted him and said: "What's the big deal, Feng Chen and the others are so tall, they are already It's not a fair contest, and if you replace him, whoever wins may not be sure."

Although the words are warm, there is no certain reason. They can only decide who their teammates are, but not the opponent. No matter how big or small the opponent is, they still can’t run away in the match. You have no qualifications and rights to deny the opponent’s players. Knowing this truth well, Zhao Yibai didn't reply, but just picked up the water Cheng Yan handed over.

Cheng Yan said: "Let's make another date when I recover from my injury."

The bottle cap had been unscrewed, and Zhao Yibai nodded after drinking a big bottle.

Zhang Zihao interjected and said, "If we make another appointment, we'll have to call Zhang Teng and the others. There's nothing Gao Ming can do about it."

Qu Tao snorted: "Come on, he can't be counted on."

"Let Li Xiaoxiao talk about it, it's not certain." Guan Di came up with an idea, and no one surnamed Zhang was seen around the arena. Guan Di said, "Where did this guy go?"

"Where can you find him besides the Internet cafe?"

"Day, run to the Internet cafe for me during collective honor."

Guan Di was very angry, and complained that Zhang Tengbai had grown up so big, he only wanted to become famous in the virtual world, would he die if he played a game with that crap?

"I want to make a report, where is the old class?" Guan Di joked, searching for the location of their head teacher.

Cheng Yan pointed him in a direction. Although the grades of these scumbags were not satisfactory, they were not bad at sports. Standing together and talking with arms around each other, their old class is the most conspicuous. They have insisted on morning exercises for more than 20 years, and their bodies are in their forties. Although being the scum of such a head teacher with outstanding temperament, Cheng Yan occasionally feels very face-to-face.

"Report that you can type at any time, and I've been annoyed by that thing for a long time, but to be fair, it's not a formal class, so it's useless to type." Cheng Yan said angrily.

Guan Di said: "Yo, I still have nothing to do with him?"

"Isn't it?" Cheng Yan followed suit.

Zhao Yibai pulled him, Cheng Yan almost lost his footing, jumped back twice, clasped Zhao Yibai's shoulders to stabilize his footsteps, Zhao Yibai glanced at him and said, "Don't make fooling around."

Cheng Yan lay on him, covered Zhao Yibai's body from behind, hugged his neck, and wanted to hang it on him, Zhao Yibai said with disgust: "Sun, I'm so hot, get up."

What can the old, weak, sick and disabled put on him at this time?

Cheng Yan didn't let go, and said without winking: "You're fine again, let's go and have a meal."

"You invite me?" Zhao Yibai turned around and asked.

Cheng Yan said generously: "Please."

Zhao Yibai grabbed his leg, bent his back, and didn't feel the heat anymore, patted Cheng Yan's thigh, full of energy: "Come up."

The two of them were sticking together in public, and in the eyes of others, it was a scene of radiant affection, but they had no scruples, and Zhao Yibai withdrew from the crowd behind his back.

There were a lot of people in the cafeteria, and the two of them didn't go there. Since they both said they would treat guests, going to the cafeteria was a bit shabby, so Zhao Yibai didn't want to kill Cheng Yan?With his urine.

The postures of the two of them in the same koala style are a bit tired and crooked. Although Cheng Yan also felt that it was not very good, being stared at by passers-by's big eyes, but the awkwardness was temporary, and the coolness was constant. He chose to turn a blind eye to the eyes that looked at them, Putting his arms around Zhao Yibai's neck and talking to him: "Is Lao Ban not angry?"

Zhao Yibai raised his eyebrows: "Why is he angry?"

Cheng Yan said: "I lost."

Zhao Yibai said frankly: "It's not the first time."

Speaking of this is really a bit miserable, Cheng Yan said: "I hope to win the second class once in my lifetime."

The two classes have never won in a pair. The second class is considered to be the leader in the grade group. It is really impossible. This is not the first time they have faced each other, but they refuse to admit defeat. They will fight when they find a chance Shu, one is that it is interesting to fight against the second class, and it is interesting to fight with the skills there, and the other is that the people in the two classes have frictions, and there have been many troubles back and forth, and everyone wants to overwhelm the other , they are all young, and the fire in their hearts is just like this.

"It's possible to fight, but not necessarily to play basketball." Zhao Yibai always speaks so sincerely.

Cheng Yan couldn't listen anymore, so he punched him, "What are you talking about, it will happen sooner or later."

Zhao Yibai knew it well, this is really a matter of the lifetime series, he said: "Win once before graduation?"

Cheng Yan vowed: "This year, I must win once."

"This year?" Zhao Yibai sneered and said, "I wouldn't take such a big one if you just talk about it."

"Are you from Class Three and Class Two? Talk to them all the time."

"If you fucking hit me again, I'll throw you away." Zhao Yibai's chest hurts from the punch.

Cheng Yan is not cheap, he is not honest at all, the more he talks, Zhao Yibai pretends to throw him away, Cheng Yan greets his ancestors, the two boys have loud voices, they are arguing at the school gate, the security guard asked them to speak Slow down, the two of them oh twice, lowering the decibel a little.

Zhao Yibai's back was tired, so he threw Cheng Yan away. Cheng Yan tried to walk lightly with his feet on the ground, and his limping was funny. His fall was not light, and his ankle was sprained badly. That feeling was really worse than death. When I sprinted with all my strength, the soles of my feet slipped, my face fell to the ground, and there was a special sound of smashing. Not only the classmates who were watching, but also a boy who participated in the competition all found out that something happened and surrounded him. It is no exaggeration to say that he really wanted to scream heart-piercingly at that time, but he had some scruples, he just held his calf and pinched it fiercely, his facial features deformed by the pain, and he didn't make a sound after all.

I thought it was not serious, but when the doctor came to see it, the leg was almost useless, and the doctor even teased him that he was able to keep silent with such a serious injury. Cheng Yan explained that he was a man, so he could only say so to the outside world to gain a good reputation Bar.

Zhao Yibai saw his bouncing appearance, couldn't help complaining, "Damn it, you didn't look at the soles of your feet when you ran that day, what did you look at?"

Cheng Yan said: "I looked, but I didn't notice something on the runway."

I don't know if it's the empty cans thrown by my boss. I'm so fucking unqualified. The radio has reminded countless times that there should be no rubbish on the runway. Isn't it afraid of affecting the participating students?This is all right, Cheng Yan won the lottery decisively, and the son of luck deserves his name.

"Your eyes grow on the top of your head?" Zhao Yibai came to support him, touched the top of his head, and ruffled his hair, "Let me see."

"Get out." Cheng Yan pushed his hand away, "It's too cheap."

Zhao Yibai laughed, and supported him to continue walking.

They chose a snack bar not too far from the school, which is not too expensive, but it is by no means a cheap snack bar for ordinary people. The number of students coming to this small restaurant with a first-class reputation is not too small, but there are not many people at this spot. It was time for class, they used the excuse of the competition to stagger the peak hours of the evening, and successfully found a clean table to sit down.

The proprietress asked what to eat, Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai looked for it on the menu pasted on the white tile above their heads, and ordered two portions of stewed noodles and northern fried pork, and mixed with a few bottles of wine to create the atmosphere, but they didn't want it, Because of Cheng Yan's sprain, the doctor told him not to drink, saying that it would cause blood vessels to dilate or something, which would not be conducive to recovery. Cheng Yan had to applaud, how did he know that a student likes to drink?God.

The advice was right, but he didn’t obey, and asked the proprietress what kind of wine she had. It was Zhao Yibai who stopped him and told him not to die. Cheng Yan said that it’s okay to drink, but Zhao Yibai said he was not counted. Cheng Yan Very stubborn, took two bottles over.

Zhao Yibai took down a bottle and said, "I don't want this bottle, just one bottle, we will settle it."

In fact, Cheng Yan loves to drink, and he can drink more than Zhao Yibai. He is definitely ahead of Zhao Yibai in these bad habits. Unless there is one, he has to bow down to smoking. He can't accept nicotine. Occasionally it’s okay to pretend to be handsome, but if you want him to have a few of those, with an expression of enjoyment like a drug addict, he really can’t show it.

Cheng Yan asked incredulously, "Is it true?"

Zhao Yibai ignored him and was about to retreat.

Cheng Yan said: "You can't even drink a bottle?"

Zhao Yibai pressed him: "You give me two cigarettes, and I'll buy two bottles of wine?"

After exposing each other's background, they all knew where the other's scale was, Cheng Yan surrendered.

Zhao Yibai successfully returned a bottle of wine. The proprietress didn't say anything. They are all students and come here often, so she doesn't worry about not being able to sell them. Besides, wine is as simple as a seller selling lipstick to women.

There is always someone in need.

Before the food is served, the wine is full first. If you say when Cheng Yan is the most manly, it is definitely when drinking. With the small wine on the side and a posture, the smell of the grass in the third class will come. Cheng Yan is not low , the facial features are not upright, the bridge of the nose is not straight, but the deep dimples on both sides of the nose are very three-dimensional. Zhao Yibai thinks that Cheng Yan's face has the style of a Hong Kong star, but the female classmates in the class say that he looks like a certain European in Korea. bar.

What was Cheng Yan's nickname before?King Guo.

It was the era when Hong Kong movies were brilliant. It happened several years ago, and a few boys liked to follow Hong Kong movies. The scissors snapped.

That's really a black history that Cheng Yan can't mention. People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. The old class's scissors are no match for Mr. Tony, and they were cut bald. A sweater for a while, a hat for a while.

At the beginning, everyone couldn't accept it, it was like a different person, and his temperament was not right. They said that Cheng Yan was so fair and beautiful that he couldn't hold up an inch. The girls who had a crush on him all took heart. Engaging in autism, I still feel embarrassed when I think about it.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yibai couldn't help laughing out loud, Cheng Yan was puzzled and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhao Yibai touched the cup and said, "King Guo."

The black history was revealed, and Cheng Yan almost kicked him: "Get lost, don't mention it."

The more he refused to speak, the more energetic he was, Zhao Yibai poked his nose up and said, "Actually, now that I think about it, it's pretty cool that you keep a tight fit."

"Also." Cheng Yan was upset.

Zhao Yibai made a gesture to shut up. It may not seem like a big deal to outsiders, but the person involved himself doesn't think so. Getting his hair cut in public is too hurtful to his self-esteem, and it was Cheng Yan who called him when he made a fuss. Back to the original shape, with so many people in the school watching the teacher shave his head, Cheng Yan shut himself up for a long time.

Zhao Yibai didn't know that his autism wasn't just because of the fact that his head was shaved in public, but when he was shaved in public... Song Yu was also there.

Cheng Yan was dragged by Zhao Yibai on that shit, and unconsciously remembered the episode in the morning, he was holding the chopsticks, holding the vegetables one after another, his eyelids were drooping, and he seemed to say something : "Song Yu is back."

The ethereal sound didn't seem to come from Cheng Yan's mouth. It sounded insignificant, as if talking about an unrelated passerby, but the eyes that hadn't been raised for a long time seemed to announce their deep relationship.

"Does his coming back have something to do with you?" Zhao Yibai raised his face and stared at him sharply: "Did the south wall not kill you?"

The author says:

Nanqiang: No more orders.

I just started writing, and died of cold in the North Pole.