chapter 2

The physical strength of the players on the field has been exhausted. Whether they are on the other side or the enemy, everyone is sweating profusely and cannot move. With the referee's whistle, this unequal match finally came to an end. curtain.

Cheng Yan took the lead in applauding and booing, clapping and cheering to everyone who was depressed: "It's good, it's fine."

Zhao Yibai threw the ball over, Guan Di caught it, turned it twice in his hand, and heard Zhao Yibai helplessly say: "Do your best."

Although Guan Di is not very enthusiastic, he just regards playing as a hobby, but he is still somewhat unhappy when he sees a few of his brothers lose, so he comforts him and says, "What a big deal, Feng Chen and the others are so tall, they were originally It's not a fair fight, it's not clear who wins if you replace him."

Although the words are warm, there is no certain truth. They can only decide who their teammates are, not the opponent. No matter whether the opponent is big or small, the game that should be compared will still not run away. You have no qualifications and power to deny the opponent team. Because he knew this truth, Zhao Yibai didn't reply, just picked up the water that Cheng Yan handed over.

Cheng Yan said, "Let's make an appointment when I get better."

The bottle cap was unscrewed, Zhao Yibai nodded after drinking a big bottle.

Zhang Zihao chimed in and said, "If you want to make another appointment, you'll have to call Zhang Teng and the others. There's nothing Gao Ming can do to surround them."

Qu Tao sneered: "Come on, he can't count on it."

"Let Li Xiaoxiao talk about it, it's not necessarily a matter." Guan Di came up with an idea. No one with the surname Zhang was seen around the arena. Guan Di said, "Where did this thing go?"

"Where did you find him other than the Internet cafe?"

"Ri, run the internet cafe for me when it's time for collective honor."

Guan Di was so angry that he scolded Zhang Tengbai for being so big. He only wanted to make a name for himself in the virtual world. Will he die if he has such a bad kung fu to play a game?

"I want to report, what about the old class?" Guan Di joked, searching around for the position of their class teacher.

Cheng Yan pointed him in a direction. Although these scumbags had unsatisfactory grades, they were still good at sports. The head teacher came to the scene in person. Not only that, but some teachers who brought them were also there, walking close to the ground. Standing together and talking, their old class is the most conspicuous. They have persisted in morning exercises for more than 20 years, and their bodies are not old-fashioned. Outstanding, although as a scum under the hands of such an excellent class teacher, Cheng Yan still feels very respectable occasionally.

"It's reported that you can call at any time. I've already seen that thing, but it makes sense. It's not a formal class, so it's useless to call." Cheng Yan said in a displeasure.

Guan Di said: "Yo, I still can't do anything about him?"

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

Zhao Yibai dragged him, Cheng Yan almost lost his footing, jumped back twice, clasped Zhao Yibai's shoulders to steady his steps, Zhao Yibai looked at him and said, "Don't follow along and make fun of you."

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

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

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

"You invite me?" Zhao Yibai asked back.

Cheng Yan said generously, "Please."

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

In the eyes of others, it was a scene of love, but the two of them had no scruples. Zhao Yibai withdrew from the crowd with his gold master on his back.

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

The two koalas pose a bit crooked in the same style. Although Cheng Yan also felt that it was not very good, he was stared at by the big eyes of passers-by, but the awkwardness was temporary, but the joy was always there. He chose to ignore the eyes that looked at them. He hugged Zhao Yibai's neck and teased him, "Is Lao Ban not angry?"

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

Cheng Yan said, "I lost."

Zhao Yibai said honestly, "It's not the first time."

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

They never won when the two classes played against each other, and the second class was considered a leader in the grade group. It was really impossible. This was not the first time they played against each other, but they refused to admit defeat. Books, one is that they are strong against the second class, and it is interesting to fight with the skills. Second, the two classes have friction, and a lot of things have happened before and after, and everyone wants to overwhelm the other. , They are all young, and the fire in my heart is so rushing.

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

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

Zhao Yibai knew very well that this was really a matter of his lifetime. He said, "Win once before graduating?"

Cheng Yan vowed: "I have to win this year."

"This year?" Zhao Yibai sneered, "I don't want to take such a big one with me."

"You're from the third and second shifts? Always talk to them."

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

Cheng Yan can't be cheap, he's really not honest at all. The more he talks, the more aggressive he is. Zhao Yibai threw him away. Cheng Yan greeted his ancestors. The two boys were loud and noisy at the school gate. The security guard asked them to speak. Come on, the two of them snorted twice, dropping some decibels.

Zhao Yibai got tired and threw Cheng Yan away. Cheng Yan tried to walk gently with his feet on the ground. He limped in a funny way. He fell hard and sprained his ankle badly. That feeling was really worse than death. Under the condition of sprinting with all strength, the soles of the feet slipped, and the face was facing the ground, and the smashing sound made a loud noise. Not only the classmates who were watching, but also a boy who participated in the competition, all found that the earth was surrounding him. It is no exaggeration to say that he really wanted to scream out, but he had some scruples. He just held his calf and pinched it fiercely.

I thought it was not serious. Later, the doctor came to see that this leg was almost broken. The doctor also teased that he could keep silent due to such a serious injury. Cheng Yan explained that he was a man, and that was all he could say to the outside world. He had a good reputation. Bar.

Zhao Yibai couldn't help but complained when he saw how he was jumping, "Damn, you didn't look at the soles of your feet when you ran that day, what were you looking at?"

Cheng Yan said, "I watched it, but I didn't notice anything on the runway."

I don't know if it was the empty can thrown by the old couple. It's really fucking incompetent. The broadcast reminded countless times that there should be no garbage on the runway. Isn't it afraid that it will affect the participating students? This is good, Cheng Yan decisively won the lottery, the son of luck deserves his name.

"Do you have eyes on the top of your head?" Zhao Yibai came over to hold him, touched the top of his head, and ruffled his hair, "I'll take a look."

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

Zhao Yibai laughed and supported him to move forward.

They chose a snack bar not far from the school and not too expensive, but it is by no means a snack bar with civilian prices. This small store with a first-class reputation is not a small number of students, but there are not many people here. Normally, It was the time for the class, and they took advantage 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 searched on the white tiled menu on the top of their heads. They ordered two sets of braised noodles and northern stir-fried pork, and then added a few bottles of small wine to have 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 was not conducive to recovery. Cheng Yan had to applaud. How could he tell that one of his students likes to drink? God.

The warning was right, but he didn't obey. He came up and asked the proprietress what kind of wine he had. It was Zhao Yibai who stopped him and told him not to die. Very stubborn, took two bottles over.

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

In fact, Cheng Yan loves drinking, even more so than Zhao Yibai. He is definitely ahead of Zhao Yibai in these bad hobbies, except for one. Occasionally it's okay to pretend to be handsome, but if you want him to get a few sticks, it's like enjoying the expression of a drug addict, but he really can't show it.

Cheng Yan said incredulously: "Really?"

Zhao Yibai ignored him and was about to retire.

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

Zhao Yibai pressed him: "You come with two cigarettes and I will drink two bottles of wine?"

After exposing each other's old secrets, Cheng Yan surrendered.

Zhao Yibai successfully returned a bottle of wine. The proprietress didn't say anything. They were all students. She came here often.

There is always someone in need.

Before the dishes are served, the wine is full. If Cheng Yan is the most manly, it is definitely the time to drink. When the wine is at one end, and the posture is swung, the smell of the grass in the third class will come. Cheng Yan is not low. , the facial features are not good, the bridge of the nose is not very straight, but the deep pockets on both sides of the nose look 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 also said that he looks like a certain European from Korea. bar.

What was Cheng Yan's nickname? Guo Tianwang.

It was an era when Hong Kong movies were brilliant. It was a few years ago. Several boys liked to follow Hong Kong movies. At that time, Cheng Yan also dyed the same hair color as the king of heaven, but he didn't insist on it for a long time. The scissors snapped.

That is really a dark history that Cheng Yan can't mention. People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles. The scissors in the old class are not comparable to Teacher Tony. A sweater for a period of time, a hat for a period of time.

At first, everyone couldn't accept it. It was like he had changed his personality and his temperament was not right. They said that Cheng Yan's fair skin and beauty could not hold up. The girls who had a crush on him were all relieved. Engaged in autism, still feel embarrassed when think about it.

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

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

When the black history was revealed, Cheng Yan almost kicked him: "Go away, don't mention it."

The more he stopped talking, the more vigorous he was, Zhao Yibai stomped his nose on his face: "Actually, now that I think about it, it's pretty cool that you keep your slack."

"I still mention it." Cheng Yan was unhappy.

Zhao Yibai made a gesture of shutting up. It might not seem like a big deal to outsiders, but the client himself doesn't think so. It hurts his self-esteem to be cut his hair in public. Back to the original form, so many people in the school watched the teacher shave his head, and Cheng Yan closed himself for a long time.

Zhao Yibai didn't know that his autism was not only 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 over by Zhao Yibai to that shitty thing, and unknowingly he remembered the episode in the morning. He held the chopsticks, he was holding the vegetables one after another, his eyelids were drooping, and he seemed to say something indifferent. : "Song Yu is back."

The faint sound didn't seem to come from Cheng Yan's mouth. It sounded irrelevant, as if he was talking about an irrelevant passer-by, but his eyes that had not been raised for a long time seemed to be announcing their deep connection.

"Does it have anything to do with you when he came back?" Zhao Yibai raised his face and stared at him sharply: "Didn't the south wall kill you?"

The author says:

South Wall: No more orders.

Just started, cold to death in the North Pole.