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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai are still on the way, otherwise they would not have been in the same place since elementary school. The two communities are very close. Zhao Yibai first took Cheng Yan to the elevator, and then walked away slowly. Cheng Yan They didn't say anything to say thank you. Their relationship started as a child. If you ask them to say thank you or something, it will cost the other party's life.
The elevator was waiting, Cheng Yan moved in, there was a person standing inside, and was about to go out. Seeing that Cheng Yan was inconvenient, he had to reach out to help. Cheng Yan thanked him in advance, but he didn't bother anyone else. Three or two steps away, he jumped in by himself, Thank you twice to the man at the door.
Cheng Yan pressed the number of floors, it was quite high, the elevator was fast enough, and it didn't take long, the news in his hand arrived before it was sent.
When he opened the door, there was a smell of oily smoke, which rushed into Cheng Yan's nose. Cheng Yan said "I'm going", took a step back, pinched his nose and looked at the kitchen, where there was a pounding pong, he shouted. :"mom?"
No response, Cheng Yan increased the decibel: "Mom!"
At this time, a rough male voice came from the kitchen: "Your mother is not at home."
Cheng Yan frowned and jumped to the door of the kitchen, clinging to the door frame to look inside, he said, "What are you doing, Dad?"
When did Cheng Yan see his father in the kitchen, the sun is coming out in the west today? Did Director Cheng cook by himself?
His father also wore a small apron, which was his mother's floral-patterned skirt. Not to mention being too funny on his big man, Cheng Yan looked up and down, restrained from laughing, and heard him say, "Your mother I have to work overtime today, I donβt know what time I can be back, ask me to cook for you.β
"Just order takeout." Cheng Yan entered the kitchen, grabbed a cucumber washed by his father, and stood aside to take a bite to see his father's novice operation.
"I thought so too, but your mother insisted on making me cook. She said that you couldn't eat those because of your broken leg. Look, you have bought all the side dishes. Your mother is careful."
Cheng Yan has been eating the so-called mother's nutritional recipe for the past few days after his fall. Even the cucumber, eggs, ribs, and bacon that his mother bought, the nutrition is overflowing. It's no wonder that he is so good among his peers. Physical fitness and size, with the goddamn meticulous care, hobbits can develop into giants with well-developed limbs.
Cheng's mother firmly believes that food has a huge impact on the body. She is very good at controlling diet. No one in the family wants to steal snacks. Cheng Yan's physical fitness is not covered, and his mother takes half of the credit.
"Tsk," Dad saw him nibbling on cucumbers and pushed him outside, "Go out and stand in the way."
Cheng Yan jumped to the door.
"Dad, have you turned on the range hood? The smell is choking to death." After a while, the smell was designated to curse when his mother came back.
"It's open, I don't know where it's not done, and I've never seen your mother cook like this."
"Let me take a look." Cheng Yan jumped in again and checked, but found nothing wrong. "It's fine."
"I'll just say it," Dad said, "It's impossible not to open it, it must be the end of its lifespan, so take the time to replace it."
Cheng Yan walked out.
"How was your game?" Dad asked.
Cheng Yan got up early today to go to school. Originally, there was a fake. He didn't need to run to school. He couldn't do anything like this, but he had to go, who could stop him?
Zhao Yibai came to pick him up, and the second old man couldn't tie him.
Cheng Yan replied boringly, "I lost."
Dad: "You lost again?"
And the word is very magical. Cheng Yan borrowed the words of the dog friend: "It was blown up."
Dad looked back at him: "That team again?"
Cheng Yan said, "Second class."
Dad: "Yes, this gangster, have you shaved your heads?"
Cheng Yan said, "That's not true."
Dad smiled: "They never lost, did they?"
Cheng Yan: "It's true to fight with us."
It's embarrassing to say it, but that's what happened, Cheng Yan couldn't do anything about it. Looking back at the historical record with Class 2, it was definitely in the form of negative numbers. Class 2 never lost, and Class 3 never won.
Dad nodded: "Sure, if you lose to them every game, you are also stable."
"Director Cheng, don't take such a dismantling."
Father Cheng shook his head and sighed, unfortunately and pitiful.
The doorbell rang at this time, his father raised his chin and asked him to open the door. Cheng Yan suspected that his mother had come back, but as expected, the mother outside was standing at the door with a bag and vegetables. When he looked up, he was surprised to see Cheng Yan. "It's so early today?"
Mom entered the door, and Cheng Yan closed the door.
"I didn't have class, and I came back after the game. You didn't bring the key?" Cheng Yan took the dish from his mother's hand and flipped through the food. The ingredients that are not to his taste, he organizes and stuffs them in the refrigerator.
"Your dad's at home, I'm taking trouble," his mother raised her head: "What's this smell like?"
Cheng Yan pointed to the kitchen and complained, "Mom, come in, my dad is going to blow up the kitchen."
"Lao Cheng, Lao Cheng." After the mother changed her shoes, she hurriedly went inside and took care of the housework. Cheng Yan went back to his room without letting his novice father make trouble in the kitchen.
Cheng Yan's small room
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It's not spacious. It's very difficult to buy a room here. I can't expect much space for him, but it's good enough to stretch my legs. The decoration of the room is very simple. After tidying up his house, Cheng Yan himself put up a few posters of basketball stars, set up a computer desk, and a basketball with a good texture that someone gave him on his birthday and hung it on the wall.
Cheng Yan always has to touch it when he comes back. He doesn't play it twice. The sound of falling out is different depending on the price. In fact, the sound of each basketball is different in size. An experienced person can judge the quality of the basketball by listening to the sound. Bad, this one of his is even more rare, and usually he doesn't take it out to play, and sometimes he just takes a picture on the balcony himself, and he is addicted to two.
Today, as usual, he took it out and dropped it twice. For the less meticulous ones, he wiped the dust off after filming, and then habitually turned it around his fingertips a few times before he was done.
It's like walking through a program, and it seems to be an unavoidable habit.
He threw the basketball into the frame on the wall, sat down on the bed, untied his shoelaces, and stepped on the edge of the bed with the injured foot. The bruise didn't mean to fade, and he wasn't looking at the wound. Pay too much attention, but pay attention to the tattoo under the bruise.
Cheng Yan has tattoos on his ankles, which were tattooed a long time ago. In particularly conspicuous places, he usually wears ball socks or stockings to cover them up. No one knows about this, even his parents only recently. know, it can be seen how well he hides, he is also afraid that his parents will scold him, and he kept it hidden until he fell and died, and he fell on his tattooed leg. Ban found out, gave him a training, and let him find time to wash.
Damn, he has not dealt with the teacher all his life, one wants to cut his hair, the other wants him to wash his tattoos, who is to blame? When he was young, he did nothing serious and spent all day doing all these bells and whistles. No wonder the teacher stared at him.
He put the socks up, covered them, and stopped appreciating them. It was at this moment that the phone rang, Cheng Yan was connected, and Guan Di's phone number exploded in his ear: "Look at the group, look at the group, look at the group. ."
Hang up when you're done.
As if afraid of delaying him watching the group, he warned him several times.
Cheng Yan opened the class group, good guy, the news of 99+, this building can be built high enough, he climbed to the top floor with one click, the first one of the topic started:
[Nima, I just found out that Song Yu is back. γ
γYou just know? I saw it at the sports meeting, with Xiao Mao and the others. γ
[Damn, I saw a fart. γ
[It's justifiable for girls to care about Song Yu, but you gentlemen care about a fart? γ
[Here @ζζζ]
γ@Zhang Zihaoγ
γDo something? γ
Further down, there were a lot of people in the class booing, Li Xiaoxiao was @@, but Zhang Zihao didn't see anyone, just saw Li Xiaoxiao arguing with the crowd eating melons in the group, let them stop talking nonsense, there is nothing. , don't know if there is, everyone said that Li Xiaoxiao likes Song Yu.
In Chengnan High School, the name Song Yu is both love and hate. The girls' liking is blatant, and the boys' jealousy can only be secretly poked. Song Yu is a graduating class. Big guy", the group of people who can't be offended, how many years have they been in this school? In terms of age, contacts, size, and combat effectiveness, they all have the oppressiveness of the graduating class.
They can also play tricks and talk about Song Yu's bad in the group.
[Is Song Yu your father? Holding him like that? γ
[@Tang Jiale, are you talking about your mother and me? γ
[666, here it is recommended to talk to Song Yu. γ
[To the front, I am not bad at all. γ
[The little prince is amazing. γ
[Quickly pick 6 for the little prince! γ
Cheng Yan watched the situation in the group gradually deviating, but did not have any special reaction. They were at the most impulsive and impetuous age. There were one or two small groups in the class, and they were named by the teacher many times, not only boys but also girls. The same is true, there are gentle class girls like Li Xiaoxiao, and there are crazy social girls like Gao Ling. There are many kinds of personalities in a class, which is what everyone thinks is unique in adolescence.
After watching the whole process, Cheng Yan sent a private message to Guan Di and asked him what his purpose was? Let him watch the fight?
[Guan Di: I want you to see the second prince, he died laughing, he was so good at pretending, he also said he had a brother outside of school]
Cheng Yan gave him a smile without saying a word.
[Guan Di: What is Brother Hao doing, why didn't he show his face]
[Cheng Yan: Did you know that he didn't send a private message to Li Xiaoxiao? γ
[Guan Di: It's still your show]
[Cheng Yan: It's because he's too urinal]
After that, Cheng Yan stopped talking to Guan Di. The big drama in the class group was still being staged, but he put off his mobile phone early, and only took Tang Jiale's words as a deaf ear, and it disappeared as soon as it was blown.
Dare to come forward?
There are always people who think that they can provoke the masters of the senior year.
If he didn't know him, Cheng Yan would, like other classmates, avoid this person thousands of miles away. For no reason, he just wanted to keep a whole corpse for himself in case of conflict.
Song Yuru is not only emotionally.
Cheng Yan was about to put down his cell phone when suddenly news came in. A friend applied for with an anime male head. He nodded confusedly and agreed.
The other party greeted him.
Cheng Yan [? ];
The other party [Are you Cheng Yan? ];
Cheng Yan [Speaking of things, I am very busy];
The other party [I heard that you and Song Yu know each other];
Cheng Yan got straight to the point, he didn't even know who the other party was, and didn't want to chat [what's the matter with you? ];
The other party [Small matter, can I ask you a favor? γ
Still don't talk about things, procrastinate, Cheng Yan endured a irritability, chatted with the other party a few more words, and finally got to the point.
The other party [that...I want you to help me hand over the love letter, and there must be a heavy thank you after this is done! I know that you have helped a lot of people deliver it, but I don't accept it myself. I'm sorry to bother you, do you think? Please... I really like Song Yu very much, I have a crush on him for two years, biting the handkerchief.jpg. γ
He looked at the avatar and thought it was a boy, but the tone of the voice should be a girl. Cheng Yan stared at the screen and read the key sentence: I like Song Yu very much.
Cheng Yan and Song Yu have a very good relationship. He has always sent love letters to many people, even the girls in their class, and even read them in front of Song Yu, because he always doesn't read them and just keeps them handy. Putting it aside, it is a pity that Cheng Yan has spent so much thought on it, and to get the result of such treatment, Cheng Yan said that he should take a look at it.
"You read, I listen." Song Yu said.
Then Cheng Yan read a few letters for him, he was embarrassed to continue with some ambiguous words, while Song Yu looked at him with interest, Cheng Yan didn't know if he was making fun of him or what.
The other party didn't wait for the answer, and kept sending messages to urge, all kinds of thank you words came up, was afraid that Cheng Yan would not agree.
The screen illuminated Cheng Yan's mindless eyes, he typed mechanically and replied [Sorry, I can't help with this task];
The other party [Ah, why is this, just begging at one time, is it a bad way of thanking me? What do you need or...]
Cheng Yan interrupted the other party [I have nothing to do with him now. γ
He doesn't really want to help, he used to help against his will, but now he's done, he doesn't need to help at all.
How should Song Yu look at him now?
Does the person who sends me love letters actually have a crush on me? His image in Song Yu's place is estimated to have collapsed to the point where there is no bottom line.
I can't help self, how can help?
Cheng Yan turned off the phone and threw it aside, without replying to Song Yu's noisy feelings of another crush.