Chapter 5

I didn't go to the next day's class.

It's just that the class didn't take place. This homework is not too small. Their meticulous little monitor sent it to him. The explanation was very detailed, and the time to be handed in. Cheng Yan was lying in bed watching the drama and making up for his thousand episodes. The unfinished anime, was suddenly told such a thing, people couldn't sit still.

He sent a message to Zhao Yibai and asked him about his homework.

[Zhao Yibai: Which answer? 】

【Cheng Yan: Physics】

[Zhao Yibai: I'll find you later]

Cheng Yan gave him an OK expression and continued to lie on the bed and watch TV.

After a meeting, Zhao Yibai sent him a message, saying that he had given him the answer after school in the afternoon, and that he had all found it. Cheng Yan called out that Mr. Bai was reliable in his work, so there was no more information, and he would wait for Zhao Yibai to deliver the answer in the evening.

Both parents went out. Cheng Yan was in a panic at home. After watching some anime, he went to the living room to look through the refrigerator. His mother was not there, so he could drink some cold drinks. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window and raised his head to drink milk. , the straw is a decoration for him, it doesn't have such a dull taste, it's too cold in the refrigerator for a long time, he smashes his mouth twice, slides his Adam's apple, and relieves the cold air.

Cheng Yan was so suffocated that he couldn't walk away because of his injured leg. At this time, it was good for him to hurt an egg. He is a person who can't stand it. As long as it doesn't delay him from going out, he can hurt anywhere.

He bubbling in prayer.

Pray that the next time you hurt your lungs, your liver, and eggs, don't hurt his legs.

He fell down on the sofa, stretched his long legs to the coffee table, turned on the TV and didn't watch it, in fucking words he was wasting electricity, but the king of the mountain was not there, the little monkey put his nose on his face and did whatever he wanted. There are not many days, just do it and cherish it.

The TV was roaring, and Cheng Yan's eyes wandered outside the window.

I want to touch the ball, want to have fun.

I want to feel popular.

But all the friends who can play this time are in class. He is the only one who is squatting at home. It is too troublesome to go to the toilet when going to school. When he was forced to lie down at home, Cheng Yan could only admit it.

He will be bored to the point of exploding before he knows how to reflect.

Why are you looking at that so much?

What was he thinking? Haven't seen Song Yu, have you? Knowing that he would end up like this, Song Yu would not even look at him when he stood in front of him to greet him. Cheng Yan, who would not be a man, thought afterward, but the most boring thing in the world is remorse.

never worked.

He waited like this until the afternoon, holding his watch and counting when Zhao Yibai would arrive, Cheng Yan was relieved of his sorrow and loneliness. When the doorbell rang, he went to greet him, never thinking about him like this, Master Bai.

"You're busy." Zhao Yibai came in and smashed a pile of books on his face, Cheng Yan stretched out his hand and took a thick pile.

"Can you not be busy? It takes several days." Cheng Yan jumped back to the sofa, put it on it, and opened it to see. Although others are quite messy, they have to do their homework. Their aura of 2.8 meters old class is not What kind of stubble can't be dealt with.

"Copy two copies for me?" Cheng Yan was righteous, and handed the book to Zhao Yibai, but Zhao Yibai didn't pick it up.

"Fuck you." Zhao Yibai said ruthlessly.

Cheng Yan spat: "Copy two copies, Master Bai, come here."

Zhao Yibai didn't let go: "I didn't come to copy your homework for you, and you're fine. You can write slowly in the past few days."

"Hey, don't go," Cheng Yan saw that he was about to withdraw, and hurriedly said, "It's ok if you don't copy it, play for a while, I'll write it myself."

Zhao Yibai turned his head and said, "Aren't uncle and aunt here?"

Cheng Yan flipped through the workbook: "Everyone went to work."

Zhao Yibai turned back, and Cheng Yan asked him where to start. The two studied for a while and successfully found the starting point.

Cheng Yan was lying on his stomach and copying his homework. Zhao Yibai looked at his dog-crawling font and said, "Have you eaten the characters you practiced in those years?"

Cheng Yan kept his hands, observed it and said, "I haven't practiced for a long time, the more I practice, the uglier I get."

Zhao Yibai said: "Every word is like a person. I think your words are like a galaxy."

Cheng Yan didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "I used to write pretty well, but I practiced ugly." "Niubi, I almost believed what I said."

"That's right." Cheng Yan said stiffly.

His parents can't stand it anymore, and the face is strange, but as long as he touches the pen, he is obedient, like a demon possessed, and everyone has to stand aside in any calligraphy. Don't even think about teaching him that kind of calligraphy. The calligraphy class that Cheng's father and mother gave to the newspaper was useless, and the money was wasted. Their son is a genius, and he will never be easily led by the nose.

"You didn't come today, but the little prince and the social girl got together." Zhao Yibai told him what happened today.

Cheng Yan raised his head, excited: "Have you started?"

Zhao Yibai nodded.

Cheng Yan said, "Tang Jiale beat her?"

"That's not true," Zhao Yibai said. "No matter what Gao Ling said about a girl, Tang Jiale didn't dare to do it, and Gao Ling beat him."

Cheng Yan expected it: "If he dares to do it, he won't think of the door of the third class."

Boys beating girls is a particularly unprofessional thing. They know this as well, not to mention the big guys in Qu Tao who won't let this kind of thing go. Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai can't just stand by and watch. Although little masculinity is not on the table, it is still there.

"How did it end?" Cheng Yan was eating melons online.

"Old class is here," Zhao Yibai sat on the side, propping his head to watch the TV opposite, "Both of them invited to have tea, one didn't run away, and Qu Tao was implicated."

"Master Tao," Cheng Yan shook his head helplessly, "Dumb eats Huanglian."

"He's not innocent. He has to follow his daughter-in-law when he goes in."

Cheng Yan laughed, thinking about what Qu Tao did.

"Gao Ming is looking for you today."

Cheng Yan said unexpectedly, "Gao Ming?"

Zhao Yibai said, "Well, I told him you didn't come."

Cheng Yan frowned: "Why?"

Zhao Yibai said, "Listening to him, he seems to be asking if you really want to join the school team."

Why did Cheng Yan keep asking to fight with the second class? Isn't it because Gao Ming is on the school team? Only by winning the school team can he be qualified for the school team. Without thinking about it, he blurted out, "Could it be a joke?"

Zhao Yibai said: "Well, I told him, he said he knew, but he didn't say anything, let me say hello to you."

Gao Ming was the only one who made it to the school team this year. There were one or two places in the hundreds of people. Moreover, Gao Ming was only in the school team, not an official player of the school team. He even had very few chances to play. In Cheng Yan, they can't touch the level, but they only play the role of cannon fodder in the school team. It is conceivable how strict the school team's selection criteria are, and Cheng Yan is still unable to win the second class led by Gao Ming. There is a huge gap between entering the school team.

Cheng Yan thought about it for a while, and the movements of his hands stopped. Zhao Yibai paid attention to his actions, and did not put his eyes on the TV, but after a short buffer, he inadvertently mentioned: "Why do you Want to join the school team?"

Cheng Yan looked back at him, waved his hand and said, "Isn't it an appointment?"

Zhao Yibai said: "I didn't put pressure on myself to enter, you are different."

Cheng Yan's hand stopped again, then resumed, pointed at the book and said, "Why don't you enter the school team? Being able to play against the outside school also represents the school's reputation. Everywhere you go is a halo, and you enter. Of course it's good."

What he said was right. It was enough to be in the school team in the south of the city. Those games were played in big games. It was not a simple matter of school leagues. They will come to the scene in person, as well as those powerful players who have a reputation in the basketball world will come to watch, under the camera, in the eyes of professional players, from the school team to the CBA, and then to a better competition, this is a good game. The future road, so its standards are strict, because there is a future road, it has never been easy to walk.

Zhao Yibai lit a cigarette and said with a heavy heart: "Of course it's good to enter, I'm afraid that what you want is not these halos, but the people inside."

Cheng Yan's pen stopped.

The air was cold for a few minutes, and the two didn't speak again. Zhao Yibai leaned against the sofa and looked at him. Cheng Yan was at his angle, with clear outlines and obvious movements. The moment he stopped, and how many minutes and seconds he stopped. , almost all countable.

Cheng Yan let out a low laugh, the pen swayed again, turned a page, wrote too fast, the handwriting was not good, the wrong words were scribbled in a ball, and continued to write: "I thought I made it clear to you."

In the spacious living room, there are two people on the sofa, one is bent over to write, the other is leaning on the sofa to smoke, not like the two brothers, at first glance, they have the smell of an old father and a young son, mainly that the temperament is bad. It's too big, Zhao Yibai is like his smokey father, but Cheng Yan is doing his best to copy his homework.

Zhao Yibai said: "I'm also trying to understand with you, Cheng Yan, it may be possible for you to want those halos. If you want that person, don't blame me for not reminding you."

It is related to a certain extent, Zhao Yibai dared to say so clearly, it is not that he does not support Cheng Yan, he does not believe in Cheng Yan, but he does not believe in Song Yu, he does not believe that the ambitious Song Yu is willing to stop and pull Cheng Yan. One, willing to let him waste his time, willing to talk to him about the taboo love, willing to admit and accept the love from a boy, from Cheng Yan.

His reaction was too great. He made his rejection so clear and left no room for it. No matter how enthusiastic Cheng Yan was, he couldn't overwhelm him. Zhao Yibai, as an outsider, saw it clearly. He reminded Cheng Yan that he just didn't want him to Only by knocking down the south wall, did believe that there was no possibility of Song Yu.

"You misunderstood," Cheng Yan turned the page, folded it, his mind was so confused, a face flashed before his eyes like a movie scene, Cheng Yan whispered: "I don't want Song Yu anymore."

Zhao Yibai stared at the person closely: "I haven't said who it is yet."

Cheng Yan turned his head, the two of them looked at each other at close range on the sofa, with hot emotions in their eyes, Zhao Yibai straightened up, stretched out one hand, and covered the back of Cheng Yan's head. His face was slightly absent-minded, showing a little grievance, and his charming dimples were gone, because he couldn't smile now.

Zhao Yibai is not used to his emotions. From childhood to adulthood, between them, Cheng Yan was always enthusiastic and lively. Loss and frustration never happened to him. He was always full of energy, and he could heal himself without anyone else. This time, he also hoped that the teenage boy would not be emotionally defeated.

Zhao Yibai looked serious and said to Cheng Yan seriously, "Promise me, forget him as soon as possible."

They are only in their teens, and their lives have just begun. Someone fell on the starting line and suffered a serious injury. They are healing themselves every day, but they are not getting better.

Cheng Yan lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, he forced a smile, and said, "I can't see him now, and forget about him... it's only a matter of time."