A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Song Zhiyu did not choose to go back immediately to prevent this possible dispute.Ashamed to say, he is not a chivalrous man who can "draw his sword to help when he sees injustice", although many boys aspire to be a chivalrous man or a superhero like in American movies when they grow up.

Song Zhiyu also thought so, but his life is only a hundred years, and the waves wash the sand. He is destined to be a mediocre person who was shot to death on the beach 20 years ago.Obviously he is also very accurate in shooting and dribbling flexibly, but he is destined not to run on the court and sweat like everyone else; obviously he can learn any sports faster than others, but because of poor health since childhood , it is not advisable to exercise too much, but he is destined not to be proficient.

Obviously he has extremely strong personal emotions, but it is still because of illness, but he has to learn to restrain himself.

Learn to restrain yourself.

"Are you jealous of others?"

It's not the kind of jealousy of "Ji Sheng Yu He Sheng Liang", but the envy of others whose future is still unknown.

Song Zhiyu stopped, and a mother and son passed by him.This is obviously an excessive mother. A mature adult should not ask such advanced questions to a child who does not seem to have a kindergarten education.After all, Song Zhiyu, who was ten years older than him, didn't know if he was jealous.

Most of the students in the class think that Song Zhiyu is a free and easy "outsider" who has been admitted to a parallel class in an ordinary high school from the best junior high school in the city. However, it proves that "genius" is not surprised no matter what environment he is in.

It's not that I don't care, it's to pretend that I don't care, and then I really don't care.Only Song Zhiyu himself knew how much courage he mustered when he stepped into the school gate of No. [-] Middle School.How long did it take him to deceive himself into accepting that even in this ordinary high school, he couldn't be the first in the whole class every time.

Tang Dahai regarded him as a legacy of Class [-] of No. [-] Middle School, but he was actually just a white pebble in the nameless river.The real Bole will not look down on you, only profit-minded businessmen try to shoddy.

Human beings are a combination of contradictions, and Song Zhiyu is an individual, so he is also very contradictory.While coveting the company of the people around him, he secretly thinks that all the beautiful things he has now are obtained by his false flattery. Once he exposes his real self, that selfish and indifferent self to the eyes of everyone, then all The association for will also cease to exist.

How much friendship is there for this tablemate who has only known each other for a month but is overly enthusiastic about him?

"No, no, not at all!" Song Zhiyu strode forward with his consistent "none of my business" philosophy.At this moment, there is still 10 minutes away from Song Zhiyu's home.

"Zhou Cheng looks like a strong man, so it's not certain who beats whom?"

Then I thought about it: "Two fists can't beat four hands?"

"Is my physique going to give away my head?"

Then I thought about it: "You can't lose if you lose!"

"Wait... I seem to have left something at school." Song Zhiyu thought of something, he squatted down by the side of the road, and emptied all the things in his schoolbag with a "crash", just like a scrap seller.He carefully looked at the waste products in this place, still muttering something in his mouth.

"Let me see... I seem to have forgotten to bring back the math test paper."

"Tsk, I brought it." Song Zhiyu pulled out a test paper with three corners missing.

"Maybe it's a language document? Without the language document, it can't be done. Don't you have to check the dictation of "Teacher's List" tomorrow?"

"Oh, I brought it too." Song Zhiyu regretted secretly, why did he come back after memorizing such a brick, and still need to review what he would have memorized 800 years ago?

"Physics book?"

"Bring it."

"You don't want to bring the chemistry book with you, do you?"

"Tsk, I brought it too."

"English exercise book! It must be that I didn't bring the English exercise book!" Song Zhiyu grabbed a life-saving straw and checked again and again among the incomplete books, test papers and exercise books. This time, he really didn't bring it.He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran towards the school.

"Young man, if you don't want your book, I'll take it away!" The tattered old man called out to Song Zhiyu's back, but the wind was so strong that Song Zhiyu couldn't hear him.

What lingers in his head is Zhou Cheng's annoying bright smile. Song Zhiyu is obviously a dark species, but he is obsessed with the light in the eyes of others.

"It's so dazzling!" Song Zhiyu cursed in his heart.

Song Zhiyu, who said he was going back to pick up his homework, accidentally touched the basketball court behind No. 66 Middle School of the neighboring school.He dodged from left to right, advancing all the way under the shade of trees, and finally stood behind a tree that was not too close or far from the stadium, but had an excellent viewing angle.So far, Hou Wanqiang and the others are not present at the scene.

Without any effort, Song Zhiyu discovered Baobao and Zhou Cheng.Tsk, there are also some girls including Sun Yali who are watching from the sidelines.

Although Qiu Huo didn't leave, these people don't have to dress so boldly, do they?There was only such an open space, and there were so many old boys standing there, all of them in short clothes and short sleeves.It's not too much for Baobao to wear an ugly vest, and there are some who are directly shirtless, so that the girls outside the court have to look at the competition (material) through their fingers.In contrast, Zhou Cheng can be regarded as a clean stream, wearing a blue and white T-shirt and matching sweatpants over a black sports bottom shirt.

"Long inside and short on the outside, ugly crying!" Song Zhiyu complained against his will.

However, girls' aesthetics are naturally still online. They obviously know that the one who shows the most is not necessarily the most handsome, and the most handsome can be completely naked even if he is dressed tightly.What surprised Song Zhiyu was that Zhou Xiaoying also came, but she hid behind Song Zhiyu's neighbor tree, holding a drawing board and didn't know what she was drawing.Seeing her focused and excited look, she obviously didn't notice the existence of another person beside her.

On the contrary, the rumored senior girl, Sun Yali, was unexpectedly a little absent-minded. Surrounded by a bunch of girls, her eyes were still looking around, her eyes erratic as if she was looking for someone.

Speaking of Sun Yali, Song Zhiyu also had a relationship with her.To sum it up simply, this beautiful and well-known girl in the school once confessed to Song Zhiyu in private, but was ruthlessly rejected by Song Zhiyu.Song Zhiyu is a person who wants to fall in love all the time, has never given up the fantasy of women in his mind, but never puts it into practice.I can't say why I refused, anyway, I just can't agree.

However, this girl is obviously a master at manipulating public opinion. Not long after this happened, a completely opposite fact spread among certain groups.The general idea is: the handsome guy next door fell in love with him at first sight but was politely rejected.

The handsome guy next door whose name was withheld intentionally or unintentionally was Song Zhiyu.If an event is described in too much detail, others will lose their curiosity. It is only in this way that it is so vague that it can be passed on to ten or ten to a hundred.

A strong proof of the propaganda effect is that in the description of an event, its adverb can be preserved intact.Take a closer look, one is "ruthless refusal" and the other is "tactful refusal".

It was even more embarrassing now, Song Zhiyu who was secretly hiding behind a tree met her eyes.There was no way to hide this time, so Song Zhiyu had no choice but to come out from behind the tree, hesitating whether to say hello to her, at this time Zhou Cheng also happened to be looking at this side.

Song Zhiyu had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out.

"I just forgot to pick up my homework. I stopped by to have a look, and I'm leaving right away!" Song Zhiyu immediately turned around, but was blocked by Zhou Cheng who was flying towards him.

"The 66th High School is behind the Seventh High School, drop by?" Zhou Cheng looked at Song Zhiyu with a smile in his eyes, and just spoke slightly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't wait for the cute sharp corners to appear.

Could this guy really be an angel?Um?

Zhou Cheng dragged Song Zhiyu to the side of the court, standing on the same level as the female students watching the match.They obviously came prepared, with towels, mineral water and even first aid kits.In contrast, Song Zhiyu, who was empty-handed, seemed a bit abrupt.

"I haven't prepared anything." Song Zhiyu teased Zhou Cheng.

"It's okay, I've brought it!" Zhou Cheng hurriedly ran to the basketball hoop to get his thermos cup and a pack of tissues, and stuffed them into Song Zhiyu's hands involuntarily.

"This guy is really a model of self-reliance and solitary life." Song Zhiyu sympathizes with those girls, everything is ready, but how can he meet a "straight man of steel".

"Don't leave halfway!" Zhou Cheng repeatedly told Song Zhiyu just in case.

"Got it, got it. Get lost!" Song Zhiyu sent Zhou Cheng back to the court impatiently, and began to watch the game bored.By the way, I still have to endure the suspicious eyes of Sun Yali and her group of girls.

"Yo ho? And find a bean sprouts as a substitute?" Jiang Chun, a yellow-haired boy in the second year of high school, said to Zhou Cheng, with provocative and mocking eyes.His yellow hair was obviously dyed from a low-quality barbershop, and the color distribution was uneven and mixed with strands of black hair. Compared with Zhou Cheng's pure natural hair color, this is truly non-mainstream.

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Cheng's complexion immediately darkened, and without a word, he was about to walk straight to Huang Mao, a sophomore.Fortunately, Baobao stopped him in time on the way.

"Don't be impulsive! We are all brothers. Besides, if you really beat him because of this, Lao Song will really be unable to get down." Murong Baobao actually has a heart that is easy to be "recruited" under his iron-blooded appearance.

Zhou Cheng didn't give Baobao a response, he glanced at Song Zhiyu worriedly, and found that his expression was normal, so he gave up.Zhou Cheng laughed at himself, laughing at himself for being too impulsive.He suddenly recalled what kind of person Song Zhiyu was. He never took these contemptuous words to heart, because the person who despised others the most was himself.

It's a pity that I will never be able to deal with other people's malice as calmly as he does.So Zhou Cheng took a few more glances at the yellow-haired Jiang Chun, and decided to keep this person's appearance in his heart.

Afterwards, Jiang Chun had almost no chance to touch the ball on the court. He defended Zhou Cheng's offense with difficulty, but he had no support under his skillful footwork, and was almost knocked down by feints several times.He had no choice but to wander around the court, like a superfluous person.

"Damn it!" Jiang Chun yelled angrily.

Song Zhiyu had to admit that Zhou Cheng played really well, and it was not inferior to Baobao, a sports student.Different from Baobao's stability and ferocious wind, Zhou Cheng's proficiency in playing the ball spontaneously derived a sense of flowing and flowing.It was a bit self-deprecating for Zhou Cheng to call himself a "humanoid shooting machine" before. After all, there is no way to take into account the beauty of the machine while ensuring the number of shots.

Every time he shoots a basket, he can cause a burst of exclamation from the girls.For those who also score goals, Baobao does not have this treatment.

During the halftime break, Zhou Cheng walked towards Song Zhiyu.From several meters away, Song Zhiyu could feel the steaming sweat on his body.

"Here, water." Song Zhiyu stretched out his arm and handed the thermos cup to Zhou Cheng from a long distance away, deliberately keeping a certain distance.

"Do I have such a strong smell?" Zhou Cheng rolled up the clothes on his belly, lowered his head and sniffed, then said to Song Zhiyu with a smile, "It must also smell like a man!"

"What's the matter, do you think I'm not manly?" Song Zhiyu rolled his eyes, insinuating in his heart that this man's clothes were so high to show off his abs?Song Zhiyu's hand touched his abdomen imperceptibly.

Tsk, it's as flat as a board.

After Zhou Cheng drank the water, he was so proficient that he took back a tissue from Song Zhiyu to wipe his sweat.A set of movements was done in one go, without giving the girls around any chance to make use of each other.If the eyes of the people around were like arrows, Song Zhiyu might have been turned into a hedgehog by the eyes of hatred at this moment.

This is not to say that Song Zhiyu is not popular with girls, but that different occasions and different types of handsome guys have different audiences.If the scene were changed to the library, perhaps Zhou Cheng, the basketball idiot, would be the hedgehog.

"It's so hot!" Zhou Cheng took off his short sleeves this time in front of Song Zhiyu.He glanced at Song Zhiyu quietly, and found that he didn't respond, so he simply took off his black sportswear, and put all his thoughts in Song Zhiyu's hands.

A body of the same sex with an excellent figure blocked Song Zhiyu's sight by surprise: a wheat-colored complexion, clear and well-organized, with a sense of volume just right, without the exaggerated feeling of over-exercise, and just after exercising, Zhou Cheng's muscles are even still intact Trembling slightly, sweat flowed down the sunken place without hindrance.

"What the hell are you doing to me!" Song Zhiyu couldn't bear it anymore, and threw the short sleeve in his hand onto Zhou Cheng's bright face.

Zhou Cheng took the clothes and put them on with a smile, and asked Song Zhiyu in a very stinky manner, "Does it look good?"

"Look at your grandma's size!"

Song Zhiyu just wanted to throw him a super big white eye that says "as big as the heart is, as big as the white eye is", but just as the white eye was about to rise, he found that his back was facing Zhou Cheng, and a high-speed spinning basketball was flying towards him!