waste heat

Cheng Yan went back to the classroom and checked the papers with Li Xiaoxiao. After the class bell rang, he returned to his seat. His mobile phone was hidden in the table hole, and he forgot about Xu Yi who was chatting with him. Speaking papers.

Xu Yi's message was only replied to him by Cheng Yan at the end of evening self-study. After he returned to the dormitory, there were already five or six unanswered messages on the screen of his mobile phone, all of which were from Xu Yi alone.

But they were all unimportant greeting messages, and Cheng Yan asked him what he wanted to do before bringing the chat back on track.

Xu Yi [Did Boss Liu find you today? 】;

Cheng Yan finally stopped leaving him alone [yes];

Xu Yi【He said you didn't agree, let me talk about it】;

The two young people might have something in common. Xu Yi is straightforward enough, much better than Boss Liu who likes to go around the bush.

Cheng Yan【It's not that I don't agree, it's just that it's not suitable for me to agree now. I'm talking about the national competition before the preliminary round. How can I promise him something so far away? 】

Xu Yi paused for a little while [Didn't he say that he would give you free if you don't have to enter the national competition? 】

Cheng Yan [I don't believe in the good news of pies falling from the sky];

Xu Yi sent a dumbfounding expression [You are really too defensive, it’s okay, he won’t back down, I’ve known Boss Liu for so long, he’s quite a businessman, but he also loves billiards, it must be sincere to want to cooperate with you . 】

Cheng Yan [Let's talk again, I haven't finished the topic yet. 】

Is this driving people away?Xu Yi didn't expect that he wouldn't be able to talk to him when he came. This man is really difficult to deal with.

Cheng Yan put down his mobile phone and wrote exercises at the table. Several books were piled up together. In the past and now, he pays attention to the basics in everything he does. He needs to make up too much.

At first everyone thought he was hot for 3 minutes, but after such a long time, Cheng Yan's determination was also seen, so everyone was not surprised. When you go back to the dormitory, you will see a Fen Qing who reads at night with the lamp on, and you will see Fen Bi in the classroom. The classmates of Jishu, Cheng Yan's perseverance is too exaggerated, so they don't understand what makes a person make such a determination.

"Cheng Yan, are you still learning?" Qu Tao stood behind him, and Zhang Teng, who was playing games next to him, turned his face away, consciously lowered his voice, and spoke to his teammates.

"Huh? Are you sleeping? You can turn off the lights. I have my own night light."

"No." Qu Tao folded his hands, stood beside him and looked at him: "I won't sleep now, you can follow your example, it's fine."

Cheng Yan smiled, turned around, stepped on the chair with both feet, turned the pen, and drew back and forth on the draft paper.

"Your word..." Qu Tao said, "It's hard to describe in one word."

Cheng Yan flipped through the book, and replied indifferently: "It's always been like this, it sucks."

"Don't they all speak like their own?" Qu Tao couldn't figure it out, "How could there be such a difference?"

"There are always exceptions to everything, and I am that exception." He has practiced calligraphy, but he really can't do it. With an attitude of coping, how can there be progress?So his handwriting is still not good-looking.

While writing, the mobile phone rang and a call came, Cheng Yan looked up and saw Song Yu's name on the note, Qu Tao also saw it, patted Cheng Yan's shoulder meaningfully, and walked out consciously.

Cheng Yan put down his pen, took his mobile phone, and answered the call. He bent down to find his shoes, put them on and walked to the balcony.

"What are you doing?" Song Yu's voice was lazy.

"Study the questions," Cheng Yan could hear the tiredness in his voice, "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping, I just woke up," Song Yu said, "I was very sleepy in the afternoon, but I fell asleep all of a sudden, and I couldn't fall asleep at night."

Cheng Yan: "Anyway, you don't have class now, just sleep."

Song Yu laughed and said, "I'll visit you on weekends."

Cheng Yan didn't ask why, but said yes.

Now Song Yu came looking for him, the two of them didn't go out to play, Song Yu came to accompany him to study the questions together, he always said that he didn't know how to arrange time and rest when studying, and he studied endlessly all day long, saying that he was for the purpose of looking at him. Cheng Yan wiped out his mental health by brushing the questions.

But it's better to have him around, Cheng Yan won't feel too lonely, even if Song Yu doesn't speak, sitting beside him is also a kind of psychological comfort.

"Then go to bed early, I won't disturb you," Song Yu said, "It's almost eleven o'clock, go to bed quickly, don't scroll."

"Yes." Cheng Yan obediently responded.

Song Yu told him to go to rest, but he didn't hang up the phone right away. Hearing Cheng Yan's soft voice, he asked, "Miss me?"

Cheng Yan said yes again.

"Hmm what? Do you want to?"

"Think," Cheng Yan lay on the guardrail, complaining a bit, "Time is so slow."

Song Yu chuckled: "It's not that time is slow, it's that you are too anxious."

Cheng Yan admitted that he was in a hurry. He was so anxious that he wanted to go to college now, and he wanted to step into the society, go to a new place, and meet him again.

"Calm down, I will come back to see you when I have time, it's only a year, it's very short."

"Okay." Cheng Yan reluctantly agreed. After Song Yu went to university, he didn't have so much time to come back to see him. It is impossible for him to come back every week. He has to wait for a long vacation. Cheng Yan is not very happy every time he thinks about it. happy.

"Then hang up, let's rest." Song Yu's college entrance examination battle has passed, and now Cheng Yan is accepting the challenge, he can't waste too much time, he knows that the present time is very important to Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan said yes, after hanging up the phone, he didn't listen to Song Yu's words, everyone fell asleep at night, and still read at night, because he couldn't afford to bet, he couldn't expect a miracle, the goal was his own, the future was For his own sake, he must devote all his energy to winning this battle.

One month later, the final exam came. Cheng Yan's final exam score improved a lot. The teacher in charge named him and praised him. Everyone was not surprised. Cheng Yan's daily situation was seen by his classmates. Such a high score in the exam should be taken for granted. This is his reward.

But Cheng Yan, who was holding the report card, was not so happy. Many people around him said that he did well in the exam, maybe he could really get into a good school, but Cheng Yan was not satisfied. He can never feel at ease.

He has to go a lot beyond the score line to be sure.

The total score in the early [-]s made him very uneasy. It is already very good to get this score after half a semester's hard work. According to others, it is considered a miracle, but it is far from enough for Cheng Yan, and it is not enough for his ideal school. A large part of it, so the day-to-day life of writing questions during this holiday filled Cheng Yan's daily life.

No matter what time Cheng Ma got up, went to bed, or came back, the light in Cheng Yan's room was always on. When he opened the door, there was Cheng Yan sitting on a chair and studying. Seeing him working hard to do business, Cheng Mama I'm happy, but I'm also worried. During this vacation, Cheng Yan had a fever a few times, and I didn't know it. He fell asleep on the table, and couldn't wake up when he screamed. Cheng's mother was startled, and hung up Water is fine for a few days.

"Mom was just joking, you just need to get into a similar school, don't put so much pressure on yourself." Cheng's mother didn't know how many times she repeated this sentence, but Cheng Yan just nodded, saying that she knew, but she didn't Stop the daily repetition of brushing questions.

He didn't go out when Zhao Yibai came to look for him. Later, a few friends came to invite him, but gradually, no one came to invite Cheng Yan. Cheng's mother always wanted him to go out to play, but she couldn't talk to him.

It was the same today. After Cheng Ma took a shower, she opened the door and saw Cheng Yan lying on the table and fell asleep. Cheng Ma clicked her tongue, went to turn off the light, put a blanket on him, and quietly walked out of the room. Sighed.

"I'm really scared to see him like this." Cheng's mother's eyes were full of worry. No one in the family put a heavy burden on Cheng Yan. Both she and Cheng's father just hoped that Cheng Yan's life would be safe and sound, and they didn't expect him to achieve any achievements to repay the family.

Cheng's father said in relief: "It's good that the boy grows up."

Cheng's mother worried: "It's good to grow up, but you also need to have the vigor of a young man, right? Is it okay to shut myself in the room all day and study hard?"

"Okay, it's okay," Cheng's father said with relief, "If he wants to pass the school exam, he has to work hard, and he has to eat his share of the hardships of life and study. It's good to practice in advance."

Cheng Ma remembered her past and said, "I have never worked so hard for anything in my life."

Father Cheng said sweetly, "Nonsense, you didn't work hard for our family? You didn't work hard when you gave birth to this kid?"

Cheng's mother thumped Cheng's father on the shoulder, and the two went back to the room lightly.

Cheng Yan slept for more than an hour and woke up in the middle of the night. He was used to going to bed in the early morning, day and night turned upside down, and going to bed only when he was extremely sleepy. His biological clock no longer had night and day.

The competition in the province was held during the holidays, which was just right for Cheng Yan. On the day he went to participate in the competition, Zhao Yibai and Guan Di all came, basically in the same dormitory. They didn't know where they heard the news of his participation , and asked later, it was Qu Tao who got the news in the Black Eight Ball Hall. At that time, he thought he had heard it wrong, and after repeated confirmation, he realized that it was really Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan entered the billiards competition in the province, performed steadily in the preliminary round, eliminated old friends from the same hall, and advanced all the way to the finals. People who don't pay attention to the game and billiards can't see this program, just like Cheng Yan My parents don't know what Cheng Yan has been doing these two days, and there are already videos of Cheng Yan's games on sports channels and some websites.

"So young..."

"I heard he's only 18 years old."

"Oh my God, she's also super good-looking, and I feel like I was born to make up the numbers..."

"Which school is he from? The video is not clear, I want to see a real person."

"I didn't expect so many sisters who like billiards, billiards yyds!"

"I don't understand it, but I know it seems awesome."

At the same time, the protagonist under discussion is bending over to compete with a 27-year-old man in an open-air venue.

Billiards has never been popular. The same video, if it is basketball or other sports, Cheng Yan has already become popular on the Internet. The audience of billiards is mostly boys, and most of the people who are good at billiards are older people. Yes, so the girls who pay attention to billiards have discovered such a treasure in their mouths because they really like and love it.

"He can bear it." Guan Di folded his hands and said in the auditorium: "If I had this skill, I would just use the trumpet to shout."

"Indeed," this was quickly agreed by Qu Tao, "blue is hidden deep."

Zhang Teng turned his head and asked, "Old Zhao, do you know?"

If it hadn't been for Qu Tao to find out, they might not have known how good Cheng Yan was at billiards until Cheng Yan entered the national competition and became famous all over the world.

Zhao Yibai said: "I know, but I don't know that he can fight to this extent."

He really didn't know that Cheng Yan could make it to this kind of provincial finals. He always thought...that it was because of his good skills.

Cheng Yan didn't have any systematic training, but he passed the game and killed many semi-professional players who had been playing for many years.

He felt that the distance between them was getting farther and farther, no, not between them, but Cheng Yan and all his peers, the distance seemed to be getting farther and farther. He has never been serious. In fact, he has never been an ordinary person. A person with inherent talent is willing to work hard. What a terrible achievement.

Zhao Yibai looked at the young man in front of him in a daze. He was 18 years old, and he was about to touch the achievement that many people would never have in their lifetime. To be honest, the current Cheng Yan frightened him. The little boy who called him "Bai Ye" was about to become a hot light.

People, it is inevitable that there will be some unbalanced psychology, but Zhao Yibai is not treating him, but like most of them, he feels that he has no outstanding talents and skills, so that he can't even find the direction of his efforts, but just feels a little It's just inherently unfair.

He hoped that Cheng Yan could go farther and fly higher, but he was also afraid that if he flew too high, he would not be able to reach or touch him. Humans are always on the road ahead and have to part ways with some people.

Will he be next?

As a ball fell into the bag, there was enthusiastic applause from around. Zhao Yibai looked over intently, and as the crowd applauded, he watched Cheng Yan put down the club and showed a liberated smile. He knew that he had won again. up.

He won the finals and ranked first in the province. What's next?Facing the whole country, or the whole world?

It's worth being happy for him, and it's even more worth worrying about yourself. It's a good thing for people to find their way. Cheng Yan's wings are too big, and he is destined to fly higher and farther.

Compete with Song Yu, who was considered excellent by everyone, and even surpass him.

Pull a greater distance from the mediocre self now, until we no longer contact each other because of different footsteps.