waste heat

The basketball game is just around the corner.

The training in the school team became tense. Cheng Yan didn't have much time to meet with Song Yu recently. Together with Zhou Xikuo, they were busy with the joint school competition. The rest of the team was slack in training. Those who didn't participate couldn't raise the spirit of training, and those who participated were too busy to survive. There is also a kind of person like Cheng Yan who trains obediently, recognizes his strength, and works hard silently.

"Cheng Yan, do you know Zhou Xikuo?" Seeing that he was training alone, an elder came over to ask him, Cheng Yan also knew this person, his name was Ye or something, and he was quite strong.

"I know." Cheng Yan held the ball and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This kid has a future," Ye Qingjian said, "Keep an eye on him."

Cheng Yan was at a loss. He didn't know why the other party asked him to stare at Zhou Xikuo. He knew Zhou Xikuo, but not very well. Ye Qingjian looked at him in a daze, laughed, and said something irrelevant: "The deputy team treats you well."

What does this mean?Cheng Yan didn't answer rashly, the other party didn't continue talking, snapped his fingers, asked him to train hard, and left from Cheng Yan.

Normally...he didn't behave too well with Song Yu, did he?There is not much communication between the two in the school team, why did the other party say that?Did you see something tricky?

Cheng Yan didn't get the answer, and didn't delve into it, so he left the arena after the training.

After doing two test papers in the evening self-study, Cheng Yan felt that he was much more relaxed now. In the past, the evening self-study was just messing around. Ever since the old class said that they could prepare for the college entrance examination, an inexplicable sense of responsibility came to the fore.

"Yibai, go online at night."

"Which one?"

"It's still the same."

"Just us?"

"Zhang Teng is going too."

Cheng Yan listened to Guan Di and Zhao Yibai talking, he sat quietly in his seat, he could not participate in these things, the excitement belonged to others, Cheng Yan glanced at the teacher who was looking down at the podium, took out his mobile phone, and spread it on the book side.

--What are you doing?

After he sent the message, he secretly glanced at the podium and windows to make sure that the surrounding environment was safe, and then Cheng Yan turned his attention to the phone again.

Song Yu [make a question];

Cheng Yan smiled at the screen without realizing it.

——You are about to take the college entrance examination, have you decided which school to apply for?

He hadn't discussed this issue with Song Yu, but now he suddenly thought of it, because he always thought that Song Yu would take the sports route, always saw him on the school team, and always forgot that he was a top student.

Song Yu【All OK】;

What is the answer?

——Whatever you call it?Don't you have something you want to go to?Or you have a general idea of ​​which school you can go to because of your grades, mock tests, etc.?

Song Yu【Want to know?Come see me after school. 】;

Cheng Yan was telling him to be serious, why did he suddenly make this request?Cheng Yan laughed, and was overheard by others, his deskmate raised his head and asked him why he was laughing.

Cheng Yan shook his head and replied to Song Yu.

—Where shall I meet you?

Song Yu【Dormitory】;

--don't want.

Song Yu [still afraid? 】;

Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes.

--what?

Song Yu【Didn't you get scared when you came last time? 】;

He even knew!

he knows!

Was he that obvious last time?Cheng Yan still felt embarrassed when he thought about it, he didn't say anything, why did Song Yu know... He was indeed afraid and decided not to go to his dormitory again.

Cheng Yan is stubborn.

--I don't.

Song Yu [Then I will wait for you in the dormitory];

Song Yu will always have a way to cure him. After he sent this sentence, he really didn't reply to him. Cheng Yan became anxious and said guiltyly:

——I'd better wait for you downstairs.

Song Yu didn't bother him anymore, and sent an OK emoji, and the matter was settled.

Cheng Yan put down his mobile phone and buried himself in the papers. Tomorrow, his old class will be shocked. Cheng Yan's papers are not blank anymore.

Staring at the masterpiece tonight, Cheng Yan was very satisfied.

After the evening self-study was over, Cheng Yan went back to the dormitory first, put down his things, and then waited for Song Yu downstairs. He really should go up this trip, because there was no one else in Song Yu's dormitory, and there were no people like last time in the corridor. Boys smoking together.

Cheng Yan followed Song Yu upstairs, went to his bedroom, closed the door, looked at the empty room, and asked, "Where are the people in your bedroom?"

Song Yu threw the keys on the desk: "Two are studying, two are taking a shower, and one is meeting a partner."

"Oh, yes, you guys are about to take the college entrance examination." Cheng Yan didn't want to think about it. After the college entrance examination, he couldn't see Song Yu anymore, at least he couldn't see him as frequently as now.

Song Yu took him to his place and asked him to sit. This was the first time Cheng Yan visited his dormitory as a guest. He looked at the books and computer on the table and observed the atmosphere in the dormitory. Song Yu's desk was empty. The deliberate decoration, unlike the desks of the two classmates at the door, has a sense of atmosphere. Song Yu's bed and desk are the original arrangement of the dormitory.

"Someone came to talk to me in the afternoon," Cheng Yan relayed, "You know someone from your school team named Ye or something."

"Ye Qingjian?"

"probably."

Song Yu asked: "What happened to him?"

Cheng Yan shook his head: "It's nothing, just asking me if I know Zhou Xikuo. The Korean team also asked me before. You seem to be very interested in Zhou Xikuo."

Song Yu pulled the roommate's chair, turned it around, put it on Cheng Yan's side, sat next to him and said, "How should I put it, the team is going to take him, isn't our year coming to an end? Candidates for the next captain are already being prepared."

Cheng Yan's eyes lit up: "Ah? That means... Zhou Xikuo has also become your candidate?"

"Well, that's right. I'm still in the process of understanding. These matters are under the control of Team Han and Susu. I'm sorry that I can't give you more detailed information."

Cheng Yan didn't care, but was quite surprised, "So that's how it is."

Song Yudao: "Do you care about him?"

Cheng Yan shook his head: "No, I thought he did something wrong, and I was asking him all of a sudden."

Fortunately, there is a good side.

Cheng Yan raised his hand and noticed the corners of Song Yu's eyes. He touched them, and his fingertips slid across Song Yu's eye circles, "Why do you have dark circles under your eyes? Didn't sleep well last night?"

Song Yu took his hand and held it in his hand like rubbing a sponge, "Well, I haven't slept well recently, and I keep having nightmares."

Cheng Yan frowned: "What's wrong?"

It is said that there are thoughts every day and dreams at night. If a person keeps dreaming and still has nightmares, then there must be a problem with sleep, and there may also be problems in daily life. Even if it is not revealed, there should be emotional fluctuations.

"It's nothing, it's a small matter." Song Yu held his wrist, looked at Cheng Yan and said, "Didn't you ask which school I want to go to?"

Cheng Yan nodded: "Well, have you thought about it?"

Song Yudao: "Two, I haven't made a decision yet. My mother means to let me take the Harvard exam. There are people in our family over there. She also wants me to go there."

Cheng Yan's hand paused, which was an obvious move. Song Yu glanced at him, and Cheng Yan said, "Do you like America?"

"What do you like or dislike?"

Cheng Yan blinked, and said stiffly: "Sorry, I mean...do you want to go to Harvard? I heard that Harvard's acceptance rate is very low, it seems to be only 4%. I'm not saying you can't pass the exam, I am Said... If you don't pass the exam, will you waste a place..."

"I didn't say I was going," Song Yu interrupted him, "I don't plan to go abroad, and I might not pass the exam."

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes.

Song Yu continued: "I just want to talk to you about the second choice. I want to take the exam in our own country's school. I want to ask you, Shanghai or Beijing, which one do you think is better? Or which one do you prefer?"

Cheng Yan was unprepared, and was asked abruptly. After thinking for a moment, he said instinctively, "Why do you ask this suddenly?"

Song Yu said: "It's nothing, just answer me first, where will you choose for work or the city you want to live in?"

"Will it matter to you to choose a school? If so, don't ask me."

"No, it's okay, just answer me well."

Cheng Yan felt relieved: "It's all right, Beijing... is a little far away from us, if you have to choose, Shanghai is the best choice."

To Cheng Yan, there is not much difference between these two places, they are both fiercely competitive cities, and Shanghai is often called the "Magic City". , he still chose Shanghai, not for anything else, but because the city is closer and it is more convenient to meet his family.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Song Yu asked him.

"There's no reason, I just think it's closer to us." Cheng Yan said truthfully that he still ran too little. If he walked more and learned more about these two cities, he might be able to give a better answer. What he is doing now It's just an instinctive choice that doesn't know anything.

"Okay, I understand." Song Yu said.

Cheng Yan didn't know what he understood, but that's the end of the question. After talking for a while, the people from their dormitory came back after about half an hour.

The two walked into the dormitory, threw something on the table, made a "click", stretched their waists, and said, "I'm exhausted."

After finishing speaking, I realized that there were other people in the dormitory. A boy said, "Master Song has friends?"

When Cheng Yan saw the man came back, he became embarrassed and said in a low voice, "Then I'll go back first..."

Song Yu didn't agree, but pressed Cheng Yan's wrist, signaled him to sit down, stood up, and Song Yu went out: "Chenyang, throw me one of the sea salt shellfish you bought."

The boy named Chen Yang threw him one.

Song Yu opened the packaging bag, returned to Cheng Yan, and handed it to him: "Try."

Cheng Yan took it over: "What?"

Song Yudao: "Just eat it, try to see if it tastes good."

The outer layer is reddish-brown powder, and the inside is chocolate sandwich, which melts in the mouth. It is full of sea salt grains, but it is not really salty, it is a bit sweet, especially the chewing feeling of the salt grains is very good. Absolutely satisfied.

"Is it tasty?"

Cheng Yan took a small bite, and he could still see the flowing alcohol sandwich chocolate. He nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Song Yu laughed, and wiped off the powder on his lips with the back of his hand, "I bought two boxes, and the express delivery should arrive tomorrow, remember to come and pick them up."

Cheng Yan stood up: "Ah? Why are you buying so much?"

Song Yudao: "There are so many people in the dormitory, one box won't last long."

"You bought it for me?"

"I don't like to eat." Song Yu said.

Cheng Yan had nothing to say, he was a little surprised, he didn't know that Song Yu bought something for him again, and he cut it first and played it later, without asking him, he had already placed the order first, just because he thought it was delicious...

"What's the matter?" Song Yu said: "I can also help you to the door, if you want me to appear in front of your bedroom door."

Cheng Yan didn't deliberately hide from Song Yu, but there was Guan Di in their dormitory, and when he saw him standing with Song Yu, he wanted to keep asking questions.

"Thank you..." Cheng Yan didn't know what to say, it was inappropriate not to say anything at the moment, and it seemed too alienated to talk too much, that's all he could say.

The back of Song Yu's hand slid across his chin: "Thank you."

He prepared hot water for him, because although this food is delicious, it is easy to get thirsty and too dry.

-

When Cheng Yan came back from Song Yu, Guan Di and the others had already come back online, and asked where Cheng Yan was, Cheng Yan said that they had been outside for a while.

He didn't stay in the dormitory for too long, he found something in the drawer, took it and went out.

When Guan Di turned around, he was gone.

"Cheng Yan?" Guan Di turned around, but couldn't find the target, and asked, "Where are the others?"

Qu Tao just took a shower, wiped his hair and responded, "Just went out."

Guan Di turned around, clicked the mouse, and said to himself: "I just wanted to tell him about Wang Weimo."

This name immediately erupted a group of people, voices from all directions, even Zhang Teng, who had finally gone to bed early, poked his head out: "Who? Wang Weimo? What's wrong with her?"

Guan Di said calmly: "She likes Cheng Yan."

Everyone: "..."

Guan Di pointed at several people: "You don't know?"

Qu Tao threw down the towel around his neck: "Damn it, there's no reason for Cheng Yan to be single."

-

At this time, Cheng Yan, who Qu Tao said should not be single, was sitting downstairs in the dead of night, on a piece of cement road.

He held a small, shapeless peach blossom in his hand.

Rubbing against the ground, rubbing repeatedly.

This is an urgent, long-term, patient-weary thing. He is not a patient person, but he dare not be careless about this matter. He only has this one peach nut that he picked from the tree with his own hands. In the short time left, he was very afraid that when Song Yu left the school, he would not be able to finish the work.

But he can only worry in his heart, the movements of his hands are not half-sloppy, grind it twice, pick it up and have a look, whether there are any uneven corners, whether the bottom is smooth, whether there is any crooked place.

The figure under the street lamp is not very clear, the huddled body is hidden under the dim light, the moonlight and the light are gentle.

The boy's figure is flustered, his heart is frantic, his movements are cautious, and his back is lonely, but he doesn't need excitement, and he no longer desires excitement. There is a sense of stability in his heart, which is slowly settling down, urging him to become a better lover and a better person. people.

He is full of confidence in him and has unlimited expectations for their future.

He loves what he is doing at the moment, and the specific person at the moment.