Chapter 30

From then on, Song Yu took over the daily training. Cheng Yan stopped being with his classmates and disappeared as soon as school was over. Guan Di said that he secretly talked about his girlfriend, but Cheng Yan didn't even explain, he was like that Guan Di couldn't help but suspect that even if Yu Kexin stood in front of him and Cheng Yan would not explain anything, Qu Tao and Zhang Zihao couldn't see the situation clearly, and they all speculated that Cheng Yan was poisoned.

After entering the arena door and throwing away his schoolbag, Cheng Yan picked up the basketball consciously, practiced his shooting, and didn't need anyone's stalking. Every afternoon after school, he filled up his schedule and didn't go home until late after practice. He was training, and Mother Cheng couldn't confirm the truth, so she only asked him to come back early.

When Song Yu came, Cheng Yan had been practicing for half an hour and was completely defeated by his serious appearance. Song Yu brought food and sat under the ball rack on the side to watch him throw the ball. In just a few days, he made a qualitative leap. The pitching accuracy can finally reach 70 percent.

"Take a break?" The venue was too big, and Song Yu's voice echoed in the arena, making it extra playful.

"Eat it yourself." Cheng Yan saw Song Yu's raised hand, carrying a packet of snacks, but he didn't see what was inside, but there should be something necessary like mineral water.

Song Yu didn't persuade him any more. He had the feeling of an old father whose child's wings were hardened. He unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and put it aside, waiting for Cheng Yan to come over to drink when he was tired.

"Would you like to help?" Song Yu's training method was so sloppy that Cheng Yan suspected that he didn't really want to teach him anything, and he had to ask him what he was willing to say. Hesitating whether to change the trainer or not.

"It's not necessary to disturb your rest." Cheng Yan's throwing posture is very elegant, compared to the dunks in the field.

It's hard to see.

Song Yu laughed, stopped teasing him, walked over and said, "Come on, let me play with you for a while."

"I'm not playing." Cheng Yan competed.

"Good, good, training, training, seriously," Song Yu said, "Who comes first?"

"You go first." Cheng Yan threw the ball to him.

Song Yu sighed that he hasn't broken his confidence these days? He hugged the ball and walked around his fingertips. Cheng Yan stopped in front of him. Song Yu slapped left and right, but he didn't break through. He raised his hands and stood up straight, without even tiptoeing. , threw the ball.

"Bang." That was the arrest without warning.

Cheng Yan looked back calmly, the unsatisfactory basketball rolled on the ground, he turned his head and wanted to say something: "You..."

"What's wrong?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows, "Too fast?"

Cheng Yan pouted, took the ball back, threw it to him, let him continue, Song Yu threw it to him again, and said, "Come on."

Cheng Yan switched positions with him, learned his moves, and practiced shooting for so long, he also wanted to show off, but after the ball was thrown, Song Yu didn't even lift his hand, Cheng Yan was very dissatisfied: "You stop me."

Song Yu looked back: "You didn't enter again."

"Uh..." Cheng Yan was at a loss for words.

"Just kidding," Song Yu went to practice, "Aren't you very fast? Can you practice layup?"

"Don't play as you want." Cheng Yan gradually accepted his fate. He could no longer find a reason to continue fighting. He was completely pressed to the ground and rubbed, and he had no ability to resist.

Cheng Yan was holding the ball, Song Yu leisurely didn't see any sign of seriousness, but Cheng Yan couldn't say anything about him. After all, he never won the ball from him once.

Every time he dunks, he loses the ball before it reaches the basket. Song Yu intercepts him halfway, and then throws the ball into the frame under Cheng Yan's eyes. The elegance of the figure can be guaranteed, and it is almost impossible to think about how horrific the game must be when he is serious.

Later, Cheng Yan thought of another way, that is, to face Song Yu head-on, hit him with the shoulder blade, trying to kill a bloody path, this trick is useful, every time it can break Song Yu and send the ball into the net.

The success of the three tricks over and over again made Cheng Yan feel bad. It was too smooth. He said, "Are you serious?"

Song Yu said lightly, "Yes."

Once again, it was surprisingly successful. Song Yu stood under the net and looked at Cheng Yan's figure. He didn't know what he was looking at. His eyes were a little erratic, as if he was feeling something.

"Song Yu."

"Um?"

"Are you serious?"

"Um."

His answer was so perfunctory.

Cheng Yan was dribbling the ball, he always felt that Song Yu was in a trance, squinted at him, and said in front of him, "If you have something to do, you can go."

"I'm fine."

"Then you..." Song Yu looked up, her extremely focused gaze interrupted Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan forgot what to say for a while, pursed her lips, and whispered, "I don't want to force you."

"What?" Song Yu was not at the same spot with him.

"No." Cheng Yan held the ball and was about to throw. He did not choose to forcefully break Song Yu's encirclement and suppression. He raised his hands high and wanted to try for a three-pointer. Song Yu took a step forward. The arm went through Cheng Yan's waistline and hugged him suddenly.

Cheng Yan shuddered, so clearly, shaking in Song Yu's arms, he was frightened by his sudden action.

"What, what's wrong?" Cheng Yan's voice became small and soft.

Song Yu hugged him. There were only two figures in the arena. The shadows were intertwined and intertwined on the ground, like inseparable lovers. In fact, they had nothing to do with each other. In fact, they were two boys. embrace.

"sorry."

Cheng Yan thought that he had heard it wrong, and he didn't know, which time Song Yu was telling him and which time he was apologizing. He didn't do anything today, why did he say sorry to him? He hugged him tighter and tighter, which reminded Cheng Yan that one day and night, he sometimes hated himself, why not the roundworms in Song Yu's stomach.

"No! Such a basic scene?!"

The door of the arena was pushed open, and a few boys walked in. Xiao Mao, with a cigarette in his mouth, and a few friends, were striding towards them. The scene of Song Yu hugging Cheng Yan was in front of their eyes. They wanted to quit and re-enter. , but the facts are clearly in sight.

As soon as Song Yu's hand was released, Cheng Yan quickly stepped back, standing far away, Xiao Mao and others couldn't notice the flushing that he climbed up to his ears, but they could feel Cheng Yan's cramped, Xiao Mao teased: "Senior Gao Leng I can't think of any other words to describe it except for being passionate."

Cheng Yan glanced at this person nervously. He didn't know him, and he didn't know that such a group of people would appear today.

Xiao Mao took the cigarette from his mouth and spoke like a hooligan: "Master Song, I said that you have been unwilling to leave for the past two days. Why, the arena outside is more fragrant than the one in the south of the city?"

Song Yu was still working on the inkstone, and he seemed to be in a bad way because he was bumped into.

"Why don't you learn to steal people?" Xiao Mao's ruthless output didn't hit Song Yu, but the cramped Cheng Yan was overwhelmed. Xiao Mao stared at Cheng Yan, and it was definitely a deliberate statement: " Younger brother is really fragrant, tender, white and easy to deceive, no wonder Song Ye, who has always been abstinent, couldn't help but get started."

His words overturned the magnanimity and naturalness established by Cheng Yan. He could no longer hold on to his face, and his face and neck were burning red. No matter what Xiao Mao said, it seemed that Cheng Yan would cry.

He acted too much like a mistress who was caught raped in bed.

"Have you said enough?" Song Yu looked at Cheng Yan, obviously talking to Xiao Mao, but didn't look at him.

Xiao Mao said: "I didn't say enough, but I dare not say it."

Besides, people will die. He accompanied Cheng Yan's funeral, one died of shame, and the other was beaten to death by Song Yu.

Xiao Mao looked at Cheng Yan and finally laughed, overturning his own words, "Just kidding with you, are you alright?"

There were others beside Xiao Mao, but unfortunately Cheng Yan didn't dare to look at them one by one.

"Cheng Yan," Song Yu finally explained the intention of Xiao Mao and the others, "they are my friends, and they were called to accompany you to train."

"No need." Cheng Yan knew that he must be very embarrassed now. The behavior of him and Song Yu just now was something to everyone, but it was made by Song Yu first, and it was also Song Yu's friend. He didn't want to care, He planned to throw it to Song Yu and let him explain alone, he had to leave this place of right and wrong quickly, and couldn't stay for a second.

Cheng Yan threw the ball, strode towards the door of the arena, walked a few steps and then turned back, picked up the schoolbag on one side, and walked towards the door again, as if not looking back.

Song Yu sighed, "You scared him."

Xiao Mao shrugged and said unconsciously, "I don't think so."

Song Yu turned to look at him: "Are you here to make trouble?"

Xiao Mao clenched his fist, slammed it down hard, and said, "I'm here to assist."

Song Yu, who rarely looked at people with white eyes, couldn't help but give him a look of contempt. Song Yu walked to the place where he just sat, packed his things, and planned to slip away.

"Don't practice anymore?" Xiao Mao asked from behind.

Song Yu turned around and said, "I asked you to come and practice with him, and now people are scared away by you and I practice with ghosts?"

Xiao Mao didn't like to hear this, "Master Song, you still don't understand? Who is the reason why people run away?"

How could they have such a great ability to scare away a big boy? Song Yu spit out blood here, but Xiao Mao didn't take this responsibility, and he was about to refute with a straight face.

Song Yu didn't compete with him, and walked out the door with her long legs. The other people in the fog were very confused, and they stepped forward and asked Xiao Mao: "What does this mean? The two of them?"

Xiao Mao waved his hand and pretended to be profound: "Don't inquire about their affairs, ordinary people don't understand."

It must be very rude to leave suddenly. In vain, Cheng Yan has always wanted to show himself in front of Song Yu's friends. If he can be liked, it depends on today's situation. It would be good if he was not blacklisted.

Cheng Yan touched his head, his forehead was hot, and when he thought of what had just happened, his face was full of lovelessness, thinking about what to do next, why did Song Yu hug him? What's the meaning? Say sorry to him...

Just as he was thinking, the master was coming, Song Yu shouted from behind, Cheng Yan didn't hear it, he was still thinking about something, Song Yu walked over quickly, grabbed Cheng Yan's arm, and then met Cheng Yan's flustered gaze.

"What's wrong?"

"No," Cheng Yan turned around and asked, "Where are your friends?"

"In the arena, they came to accompany you to train, and they are useless if you leave." Song Yu explained that he specially contacted the good people yesterday. He remembered that Cheng Yan said before that he could not find a team.

"There's no need for this, I don't want to be so inspiring, I'm sorry to trouble you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Song Yu said, "I'm in your heart, such an outsider?"

You are in my heart? Cheng Yan thought, if this is the case, then it's really not an outsider, it's just family, he can't wait to settle down with Song Yu for a lifetime, no matter how good he thought at the beginning, no matter how turbulent the passion is, he will not be defeated by reality. ?

Cheng Yan didn't dare to hope, and said politely, "It's not that far."

"Oh, good," Song Yu suddenly became excited, "then tell me, where are we?"