Chapter 20

Conversation is not Cheng Yan's way of attracting other people's attention, nor is it a means to deal with Jiang Heng. As for when there are still these few balls left on the stage, it is entirely because everyone is too engaged, and it is easy to forget when they are smiling. The situation, he himself forgot, how many shots were cleared in these consecutive shots.

The few remaining balls were cleared by Cheng Yan in one shot, ending the short and fast game. Jiang Heng was dumbfounded while holding the pole, and the others couldn't help but say, "So fast."

Cheng Yan said, "Ah, I didn't notice either."

Jiang Heng asked, "How old are you?"

Cheng Yan had done enough: "I really didn't pay attention, does anyone remember?"

Even if no one remembers, this game is also Cheng Yan's victory. Obviously, the expression he asks is quite similar, but Jiang Heng feels that he is not sincere.

Song Yu took out a caught ball and played it in his hand, and said to Jiang Heng, "Want another game?"

Jiang Heng threw the pole: "Come on, I can't beat it."

Song Yu smiled and said, "It's not your style to admit counsel so quickly."

Cheng Yan obediently put the club away, and did not throw it casually like Jiang Heng did.

Jiang Heng said: "I'm quitting, let him have a game with the coach if you want?"

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan: "Come here? We are professionals here."

The coach was the one Cheng Yan had just looked at, the one wearing a vest, like the young master, was walking to the table, but Cheng Yan stopped, "Ah, forget it, I can't beat it."

Jiang Heng said, "How do you know if you don't try?"

Song Yu just let him win against Jiang Heng, but didn't let him win against others. Moreover, Cheng Yan and Jiang Heng were not familiar with them. They were just embarrassingly chatting around Song Yu. Cheng Yan didn't want to spend too much time with unfamiliar people. , and said, "I'm just a primary school student, and I don't want to be abused. Brother Jiang, please let me go."

Jiang Heng let him go, but the others didn't. He cooed and said, "Primary school student? Your brother Jiang is the most professional here. You beat him, your strength is unfathomable, you can play with the coach?"

"It's almost done," Song Yu replied, "I just took him for a walk, not for you to practice, Cheng Yan."

Cheng Yan hummed, and hurried to Song Yu, as if he was following his eldest brother to the society.

"We're going back," Song Yu said to Jiang Heng, "I'll call again when I have time."

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan, but Cheng Yan did not refute it. It seemed that Song Yu's decision was his idea. Jiang Heng wanted to keep people to play for a while.

Song Yu raised his chin and motioned Cheng Yan to leave with him.

The two left the billiards room in front of everyone. Cheng Yan glanced casually before entering the elevator, and bumped into Jiang Heng's eyes that were still looking at him.

Cheng Yan smiled slightly, politely but not embarrassed.

"Who is he?" In the elevator, Cheng Yan was finally able to ask the situation with confidence.

Song Yu said casually, "My friend."

Cheng Yan asked again: "I know, so what's your intention to introduce me to him? You know, I don't like to make random friends." Especially yours.

Cheng Yan didn't say these words, and choked in his throat, thinking that it would not sound very pleasant to say, and it would be easy to be misunderstood by others. In fact, he was only cautious because he was Song Yu's friend, and Aiwu and Wu were no different. I hope he Making friends with Song Yu in a heady way can make people accept and like them, instead of being so abrupt and sloppy...

"Isn't my friend too?" Song Yu thought he was rejecting him, thinking that he was angry because of his own decisions.

"It's not that it can't be done, but..." Cheng Yan had a hard time explaining it. He said, "I'm not prepared for anything, so it's too hasty to come here abruptly."

"You have nothing to prepare, you have fulfilled all the requirements I gave you, and this is enough," Song Yu said, "I will not harm you."

This is a real truth, and Cheng Yan also believes it. Song Yu's character is still passable. Even if the two of them had some small frictions, they are both neurotic boys, and they don't care so much, and no one cares. superior.

"How do you feel about getting along with him?" Song Yu asked Cheng Yan how he felt, but he was actually superfluous.

Cheng Yan responded honestly: "It doesn't feel special, I just met, and I feel very easy-going if I have to say it."

"It must be easier to get along with than me?" Song Yuyi pointed, "I'm cold? What do you think?"

Cheng Yan was embarrassed and rubbed his nose unnaturally, "What do you think of yourself?"

Song Yu said, "Is it cold to you?"

Cheng Yan said, "To others."

Song Yu said, "I haven't noticed it, I don't know."

This answer made Cheng Yan difficult to answer. He stood beside Song Yu, peeking at him from time to time, and he couldn't help laughing, "You seem to have misunderstood yourself."

"So what do you think of me?"

"It's a runaway thief." Cheng Yan said.

"Thief?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows: "What did I steal from you?"

"I think to myself." Cheng Yan continued without focusing on this topic, "What the hell are you doing today, just let me win Jiang Heng, so many of your friends are watching, my first impression is not good ."

I heard that Jiang Heng's football skills are very good, but Cheng Yan didn't dare to say how awesome he is, but after playing against him, he felt that he was only at the basic level, not as amazing as others said.

"Didn't you say you want to clear the table with one shot? There are several chances, but you have to wait until the end?" Song Yu observed him, Cheng Yan cleared the ball little by little, and did not end the game as quickly as he said, with ulterior motives.

Cheng Yan really had ulterior motives, and with a clear understanding in his heart, he said succinctly: "I don't respect people very much."

He had several chances to clear the stage with one shot, but he gave it away in a different way. What is the most terrible thing to say? It's not that the grades are good, but the person who can control the score is the most terrifying. Song Yu actually knew what Cheng Yan meant, so he just asked to make sure it was the same as what he thought.

Because Jiang Heng is Song Yu's friend.

If it is an unimportant golfer, Cheng Yan can play freely. If it is a friend of a close friend, he needs to be treated with care. He hasn't figured out Song Yu's purpose, so Song Yu only lets him win. Don't let him win recklessly, he understands this scale.

It is said that Song Yu knows him, and Cheng Yan also knows Song Yu. There is no distinction between you and me, and they have clearly analyzed their intentions.

"Next Tuesday's school team audition, you know?" Song Yu opened the topic, and it was very successful. Cheng Yan would be interested in this topic, which is undoubtedly something that Cheng Yan was very concerned about.

"I heard that it's really early?" Cheng Yan remembered that the school team trials were all held on Friday, and after the weekends were selected, he would discuss with the school team stewards. Why was it earlier this year?

"A few days in advance, what's your plan?" For things like the school team, it's better to listen to Song Yu than to listen to gossip. Song Yu's words are equivalent to official announcements, and it can't be more accurate.

"Do your best, there's nothing else," Cheng Yan recalled that Gao Ming asked Yu Kexin to pass the message to him, and he was talking about the early selection of the school team. At that time, he thought that Gao Ming had passed the message to the wrong person, and asked him to hurry up and practice. " But with my current strength, I will do my best and obey the destiny.”

Cheng Yan rubbed the back of his head, his hair was messed up by him, the elevator door opened, he walked out first, Song Yu followed closely.

"By the way, have your current selection criteria changed?" Cheng Yan won't let go of the opportunity to inquire about the situation. I hope he can ask more about Song Yu's situation in the past, and it won't happen every year. He returned with a wreck, but in that situation, Cheng Yan had no reason to contact Song Yu any more, so he put it on hold for so long.

The selection criteria for a basketball team is not to select people from the winning class, the losing team also has a chance, and a person who plays brilliantly in a certain position may also be selected. There are many indicators for those who formulate tactics to be selected, but there are not many who can be affirmed by the school team in a certain aspect. It is not an easy thing to stand out from the excellent team, but there are only a handful of places for the school team.

This is a very skinny and cruel selection standard.

"The indicators change according to the person. If you are very good at three points, they can also give you a chance by exception." Song Yu's experience, he is the ceiling of the school team, and has the ability to absolutely specify indicators and change them. It was fully demonstrated in the game when Song Yu was selected for the school team.

"So what are you good at?" Song Yu asked.

Good at...Cheng Yan's overall strength is very good. Although he always loses against the second class, he rarely loses in solo games. It may be because of his teammates. Except for his determination to enter the school team, other people It's all about the idea of ​​"it's almost it, let it be fate", not as firm as him.

Even Zhao Yibai didn't have the idea of ​​joining the school team, but Cheng Yan dragged him, and he only sparred.

Cheng Yan needs to think carefully about this question, and he can't be careless. He didn't give an answer quickly, and Song Yu didn't rush him.

At this moment, the phone rang involuntarily.

Cheng Yan touched his pocket, it was his father's call, and asked him why he hadn't come back. Cheng Yan said he would go back soon, and his father said he would come to pick him up.

"Okay... I'll send you the address." Cheng Yan agreed. It was raining, and he didn't want to run to squeeze the bus.

"Auntie?" Song Yu asked.

"My dad." Cheng Yan said, "he's coming to pick me up, you go first."

Song Yu looked at him up and down. They were standing under the roof that blocked the rain. Pedestrians passed by with umbrellas and splashed small splashes of water. Song Yu said, "Aren't you going to ask me to sit?"

In the past, when Cheng Yan returned home, he would have to invite Song Yu to play at home for a while. What would he think? He wished that Song Yu had passed by at his house. Cheng Yan felt shameful when Song Yu said this so coldly. didn't say anything.

"Not so...convenient." Cheng Yan said, "My mother gets off work late, and no one can cook, so..."

"Then I invite you to sit at my house?" Song Yu said suddenly. Cheng Yan rarely went to Song Yu's house, almost never, he only knew that Song Yu lived at his aunt's house.

Cheng Yan hesitated and said, "My dad has already come." No matter what, he didn't want to spend more time with Song Yu.

His refusal was so obvious that Song Yu didn't even want to dismantle it. He didn't force him, but he just thought it was a bit ridiculous. People who used to be so close are now harassing them.

Song Yu didn't speak anymore, which made Cheng Yan very embarrassed. He wanted to find a reason to explain, but he called back when the words came to his mouth. They were not friends they just met. He believed that Song Yu understood him and didn't want to be with him. Reasons to stay more or even alone together.

After a while, Cheng Yan's father arrived, and it was not easy to find Cheng Yan. After a while, Cheng's father opened the window and saw Cheng Yan walking towards him. The people behind him were vaguely familiar. Dad Cheng shouted loudly, "Song Yu?"

"Uncle Cheng." Song Yu stood in the distance and smiled politely, while Cheng Yan got into the car under his nose without stopping.

"When did you come back?" Dad Cheng chatted with Song Yu in the air, forcing Cheng Yan to observe Song Yu's reaction.

"It's been a while since I came back, but I haven't visited you." Song Yu said.

"Cheng Yan didn't tell me, it's been a while since it's been here. It's raining heavily. Uncle will see you off."

"No, I'm not far away, I can go back by taxi."

Cheng Yan was sitting in the back. He didn't lower the car window and looked at Song Yu from the window, but in Song Yu's perspective, he could only see a cold black window mirror.

"Oh, okay, that uncle is gone, be careful yourself."

"Well, Uncle Cheng, be careful on the road." Song Yu politely said.

Dad Cheng raised the car window. He couldn't park the car for too long. Someone was honking the horn behind to urge him.

The windows gradually rose and the tires slid slowly.

Cheng Yan watched Song Yu's figure retreating outside the window. He stood tall in the rain, his black sportswear looked particularly gloomy, and his figure was lonely and lonely. He stared at his window edge and seemed to be looking at him from a distance until it completely disappeared. in his pupils.

Cheng Yan leaned on the backrest behind him and exhaled a long breath, which sounded like a sigh, but also a sigh of relief.

"Song Yu came back and I didn't hear you say it." Dad was curious in front of him, looking at his son's every move through the rearview mirror.

"I just found out." Cheng Yan explained without blushing.

"That kid was born well," Dad said in front. "He's tall and handsome. He really deserves to be your mother's dream lover."

"Okay, Dad, you still remember this." Song Yu had been to his house before, and when he was greeted by his mother, Cheng Yan was startled. He had never seen his mother treat people so warmly, Zhao Yibai came That's not the case, only later did Cheng Yan know that Song Yu was long in fucking aesthetics, and bluntly said that Song Yu was her dream lover. She was teased by her father all the time, and her mother said in a trance that this is what she wanted to give birth to.

Cheng Yan was very speechless, and he didn't know what made his mother dissatisfied, but parents, they all looked at other people's sons, and their own babies were full of problems.

"Why didn't you ask him to come and sit at home?" Dad Cheng added, "Your mother made her happy."

Cheng Yan said, "Come on, why should I invite other people's children to sit at home? Wouldn't it be nice if I didn't find it for myself?"

Then he heard the jeering from his father in front.

"I'll go to the supermarket with me later and buy a pack of cigarettes." His father was a smoker, but it was a pity that his son was at odds with him and shielded him.

Cheng Yan said, "Didn't you just buy it the day before yesterday?"

"It's over in the company," his dad said. "After buying the old place, don't let your mother know."

"Sealing fee." Cheng Yan stretched out his hand.

"Here." His dad threw him a red bill like a beggar.

Cheng Yan skillfully put it in his arms and rested against it, but when he turned his head and turned his eyes, he saw someone.

Is that... Zhao Yibai?

Didn't he go to his aunt's house?