waste heat

I didn't go to the next day's class.

It's just that the class is not in class, and this homework is not missing. Their meticulous little class leader even sent it to him, explaining it very carefully, and the due time. Cheng Yan was lying on the bed watching dramas, and supplemented his thousands of episodes. The unfinished anime, being told such a thing suddenly, people can't sit still.

He sent a message to Zhao Yibai, asking him about his homework.

[Zhao Yibai: Which answer? 】

【Cheng Yan: Physics】

【Zhao Yibai: I'll find it for you later】

Cheng Yan gave him an OK expression, and continued to lie on the bed and watch TV.

After a while, Zhao Yibai sent him a message back, saying that he would give him the answers after school in the afternoon, and he had found all the answers. Cheng Yan said that Master Bai was reliable in his work, so there was no more text, and he waited for Zhao Yibai to send the answers in the evening.

Both parents have gone out, Cheng Yan is panicked at home, watched anime for a while, went to the living room to look through the refrigerator, his mother is not there, he can drink some cold drinks, he stands by the French window and drinks milk with his head up, he doesn't like to use a straw , The straw is just a decoration for him, there is no such a stuffy mouth, it is too cold in the refrigerator for a long time, he smashed his mouth twice, sliding his Adam's apple, to relieve the air-conditioning.

Cheng Yan was so bored that he couldn't go far because of his injured leg. At this time, it's good for him to want to hurt his ass. He is a person who can't stay. As long as it doesn't delay his going out, he can be hurt anywhere.

His mind was bubbling in prayer.

Pray that the next time you are sad, your lungs, your liver, your eggs, you don't hurt his legs.

He fell down on the sofa, stretched his two long legs to the coffee table, turned on the TV and didn't watch it, in his mother's words, he was wasting electricity, but the king of the mountain was not there, the little monkey kicked his nose on his face, doing whatever he wanted There are not many days, let's do it and cherish it.

The TV was blaring, and Cheng Yan's eyes were wandering outside the window, with his hands resting on the back of his head, his hands were itchy, and his heart was wild.

Want to touch the ball, want to have fun.

Want to feel popular.

But the friends who can play this time are all in class, and he is the only one squatting at home. If he goes to school, he will have to struggle even to go to the toilet.

He will be so bored that he will explode before he knows how to reflect.

Why bother to look at it?

What was he thinking?You haven't seen Song Yu, have you?If he had known that he would end up like this, he would not even have looked at Song Yu standing in front of him to greet him. Now Cheng Yan, who is a bad man, thought in hindsight, but regret is the most boring thing in the world.

Never worked.

Waiting like this until the afternoon, pinching the watch, counting when Zhao Yibai would arrive, Cheng Yan finally relieved his sorrow and loneliness. The moment the doorbell rang, he rushed to greet him, never thinking about him like that.

"You're busy." Zhao Yibai came in and threw a pile of notebooks on his face, and Cheng Yan stretched out his hand to take it down, making a thick stack.

"Can you not be busy? It's a few days' worth." Cheng Yan jumped back to the sofa, put it on it, and opened it to see. Although he is quite messy, he has to do his homework. Their old class with an aura of [-] meters is not What kind of stubble can't be dealt with.

"Copy two copies for me?" Cheng Yan confidently handed the copy to Zhao Yibai, but Zhao Yibai didn't pick it up.

"Get lost." Zhao Yibai said ruthlessly.

Cheng Yan pissed off: "Copy two copies, Lord Bai, come here."

Zhao Yibai didn't let go: "I didn't come to copy your homework for you, and you are fine, so write slowly in these few days when you are free."

"Hey, don't go." Seeing that he was going to withdraw, Cheng Yan hurriedly said, "It's okay if you don't copy it, just play for a while, and I will write it myself."

Zhao Yibai turned around and said, "Aren't Uncle and Auntie here?"

Cheng Yan flipped through his homework: "They all went to work."

Zhao Yibai turned back, Cheng Yan asked him where to start, the two of them studied for a while, and successfully found the starting point.

Cheng Yan copied homework on his stomach, Zhao Yibai looked at his doggy handwriting, made up his knife and said: "The words you practiced in those years are eaten by dogs?"

Cheng Yan kept his hands on, observed and said: "It's too late to practice, the more you practice, the uglier you will be."

Zhao Yibai said: "Everyone speaks words like a person, I think your words look like a galaxy."

Cheng Yan didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "I used to write beautifully, but I practiced ugly."

"That's right." Cheng Yan insisted.

His parents can't stand it anymore. His face looks weird, but as soon as he touches the pen, be good, he looks like possessed by a demon. Everyone has to stand aside for any kind of calligraphy. Don't even try to teach him that kind of calligraphy when Wang Xizhi comes. The calligraphy class that Cheng's father and Cheng's mother signed up for is useless, and the money is wasted. Their son is a genius, and he will never be led by the nose easily.

"You didn't come today, the little prince and the society girl started fighting." Zhao Yibai told him what happened today.

Cheng Yan raised his head, excited: "Get started?"

Zhao Yibai nodded.

Cheng Yan said: "Did Tang Jiale hit her?"

"That's not true," Zhao Yibai said, "No matter what Gao Ling said about a girl, Tang Jiale didn't dare to do anything, Gao Ling beat him."

Cheng Yan expected it: "If he dares to do something, don't think of getting out of class three."

Boys beating girls is a very bad thing, and they know this, not to mention that Qu Tao and those old men will not let this kind of thing go, Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai can't just stand by, little boy Although the little masculinity is not on the table, it is still there.

"How did it end?" Cheng Yan ate melons online.

"The old class is here." Zhao Yibai sat down on one side, propped his head to watch the TV opposite, "Both of them have been invited to drink tea, one of them didn't run away, and Qu Tao was implicated."

"Master Tao," Cheng Yan shook his head helplessly, "The mute eats coptis."

"He is not innocent, he has to follow his wife when he goes in."

Cheng Yan laughed, thinking about it, he knew what Qu Tao had done.

"Gao Ming is looking for you today."

Cheng Yan said unexpectedly: "Gao Ming?"

Zhao Yibai said: "Well, I told him you didn't come."

Cheng Yan frowned: "Why?"

Zhao Yibai said: "Listen to him, it seems to be asking if you really want to join the school team."

Why did Cheng Yan keep asking for a fight with the second class?Isn't it because Gao Ming is on the school team?He can enter the school team at a level only if he wins the school team. Without thinking about it, he blurted out: "Could it be a joke?"

Zhao Yibai said: "Well, I told him, and he said he got it, but he didn't say anything, let me say hello to you."

Gao Ming was the only one of them to make it to the school team this year. Out of hundreds of people, he got one or two spots. Moreover, Gao Ming only made it to the school team, not yet an official player on the school team. He rarely even had the chance to play. At a level that Cheng Yan and the others can't touch, but they only play a cannon fodder role in the school team, one can imagine how strict the school team's selection criteria are, and Cheng Yan still can't beat the second class led by Gao Ming. There is a huge gap between entering the school team.

Cheng Yan pondered for a while, and stopped the movement of his hands. Zhao Yibai paid attention to his actions, and did not focus on the TV. Instead, after a short buffer, he casually mentioned: "Why do you have to Want to join the school team?"

Cheng Yan looked back at him, waved his hand and said, "Isn't it an appointment?"

Zhao Yibai said: "I didn't put pressure on myself to enter, you are different."

Cheng Yan's hand stopped again, and then he continued to get up, looking at the book and said: "Why don't some school teams enter? Being able to play games with other schools also represents the reputation of the school. Everywhere you go is a halo. Sure."

What he said is indeed correct. Entering the school team in the south of the city is enough to brag about. The games are all big games. It is not a simple thing in the school league. It will compete with major universities. The media They will come to the scene in person, and those talented players who have gained a reputation in the basketball world will come to observe. Under the camera, under the eyes of professional players, from the school team to the CBA, and then to better competitions, this is a meaningful path. The road to the future, so its standards are strict, because there is a road to the future, and it has never been easy to walk.

Zhao Yibai lit a cigarette, and said with a heavy heart: "Of course it's good to enter, I'm afraid that what you want is not these auras, but the people inside."

Cheng Yan's pen stopped.

The air was cold for a few minutes, and the two of them didn't speak again. Zhao Yibai leaned on the sofa and looked at him. From his angle, Cheng Yan had a clear outline and obvious movements. The moment he stopped, and how many minutes and seconds he stopped , almost all of which are countable.

Cheng Yan let out a low laugh, the barrel of the pen shook again, turned a page, wrote too fast, the handwriting was scribbled, and the wrong words were scribbled into a ball, and continued to write: "I thought I made it clear to you."

In the spacious living room, there are two people on the sofa, one is bending over to write, the other is leaning on the sofa to smoke, unlike the two brothers, they don’t look like each other at first glance, but they have the taste of an old father and a young son, mainly because of their poor temperament It's too big, Zhao Yibai is old-fashioned like his smoker father, but Cheng Yan is doing his best to copy his homework there.

Zhao Yibai said: "I'm also trying to figure it out with you, Cheng Yan, it might still be possible for you to want those auras, if you want that person, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Zhao Yibai dared to say so clearly because it was related to a certain extent. It wasn't that he didn't support Cheng Yan and didn't believe in Cheng Yan, but that he didn't believe in Song Yu. He didn't believe that the ambitious Song Yu was willing to stop and pull Cheng Yan. She is willing to let him waste her time, willing to talk to him about the taboo love, willing to admit and accept the love from a boy, from Cheng Yan.

His reaction was too great, he made his refusal so clear, leaving no room for it, no matter how enthusiastic Cheng Yan was, Zhao Yibai could see it clearly as an outsider, he reminded Cheng Yan that he just didn't want him He had to knock down the south wall before he believed that there was no possibility of being with Song Yu.

"You misunderstood." Cheng Yan flipped through the pages of the book, folded it, and his mind was in a mess, a face flashed in front of his eyes like a movie screen, Cheng Yan whispered: "I don't want Song Yu anymore."

Zhao Yibai stared at the person closely: "I haven't said who it is yet."

Cheng Yan turned his head, and the two of them looked at each other closely on the sofa, with hot emotions conveying in their eyes, Zhao Yibai straightened his body, stretched out one hand, and covered the back of Cheng Yan's head, the white tender but tender face in front of him Slightly absent-minded little face, showing a little bit of grievance, his charming dimples are gone, because he can't smile now.

Zhao Yibai is not used to him having such emotions. From childhood to adulthood, Cheng Yan has always been enthusiastic and lively between them. Loss and disappointment have never happened to him. He is always full of energy and can heal himself without others. This time, he also hoped that the teenagers would not be emotionally defeated.

Zhao Yibai looked serious, and said to Cheng Yan seriously: "Promise me, forget him as soon as possible."

They are only teens, their lives have just begun, someone fell at the starting line and got a serious injury, and they are healing themselves every day, but it has been a long time.

Cheng Yan lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and forced a smile, and said, "I won't see him now, forget him or something... it's only a matter of time."