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Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Song Yu's serious face is not a joke, as if he can do it if he says it, and it is he who can make the decision, but the decision-making power falls in Cheng Yan's hands.
It is against his will for Cheng Yan to send love letters to others. How could he really support Song Yu and promise others? Tan Tingting wanted him to say two good words, but Cheng Yan refused. How could he agree now?
Song Yu was embarrassing him.
Cheng Yan finally said stingly, "No."
His atmosphere can't last anymore, I'm sorry, Tan Tingting, Song Yu's suitor, scold him, scold him, he's stingy, he can't tolerate people, he won't give in.
He likes Song Yu.
Song Yu's face in front of him finally looked better, and there was a small laugh, but Cheng Yan still heard it.
He raised his head and observed the style in Song Yumei's eyes.
"Is this bad?" Song Yu threw the love letter on Cheng Yan's schoolbag, "Next time?"
Cheng Yan hurriedly shook his head: "No more."
In the past, what he expected was Cheng Yan's mood. He wanted to know how Cheng Yan would feel when he heard others confess to him. Later, the fact that Cheng Yan liked him was revealed, and Song Yu no longer had to speculate on his intentions. But Cheng Yan is still helping others to deliver, and while he likes him, he is helping others create opportunities. How can Song Yu not be angry?
He is not only angry with Cheng Yan's performance as an old and good person, but also angry that he wronged himself. He obviously doesn't want to give it away, so why should he embarrass himself again and again?
Some things should be decided.
Song Yu said, "Do you have any questions?"
He didn't know who said what to Cheng Yan, or if Cheng Yan still had any questions. He allowed him to ask because he asked Cheng Yan to wait, so he should give this confused person an accurate answer.
Cheng Yan regained the confidence he lost in Zhao Yibai, and was easily built up by Song Yu. His feeling was right, Song Yu still...liked him a little bit.
Cheng Yan said, "No more."
"No?" Song Yu said: "I'll give you a chance, ask now, I'll answer you anything, I'm not allowed to be distracted when I'm training later."
Cheng Yan laughed, it doesn't matter, he doesn't need an answer anymore, Song Yu's decision for him is the best answer he receives.
He knew that Song Yu cared about him.
"Then let's get started." Song Yu said, "It's been a while."
"Hey," Cheng Yan stopped Song Yu and looked back at the love letter, "Aren't you going to read it?"
Just now because of this love letter, Cheng Yan almost created a bigger conflict. Cheng Yan didn't want to make things worse, he just remembered Tan Tingting's words.
"This person said that you should know her, Tan Tingting." Cheng Yan remembered her name and did not know the origin of the relationship between the two. Tan Tingting didn't go into details, she could only know from Song Yu's mouth.
Well, he admitted that he was just curious, what is the relationship between Song Yu and this beautiful girl...
"I don't know." Who knows, Song Yu just said something incomprehensible.
"But she said..."
"I don't know," Song Yu repeated, holding the basketball and coming under the rack, "Come here and start."
He didn't want to waste any more words, and his attitude was very clear. Cheng Yan looked back at the love letter on the schoolbag. There was a bit of luck and a bit of sympathy. The fluke was because Song Yu was not interested in others, and the sympathy was because it was really his suitor. An easily hurtful thing.
Forget it, he said he didn't know each other, and Cheng Yan couldn't say anything anymore. He walked under the basketball hoop and trained one-on-one with Song Yu.
As said, practiced layup first.
Cheng Yan's steps are accurate, but because the person who is mentoring him is Song Yu, when Song Yu is demonstrating, his figure and posture are neat and neat, and he does not procrastinate at all. He always makes people feel that this is the case. It's a very simple thing.
"The stride should be larger, and a shot in the middle is enough. The main thing is to ensure the feel of the ball when you are under the basket. About this position," Song Yu stood under the basketball hoop.
Cheng Yan tried it twice. Song Yuzhen deserved to be a professional. The guidance was very useful, and his hit rate was much higher than that of Cheng Yan's random shots. He said in surprise, "Wow, it's really true."
"More practice sessions." Song Yu folded his arms, like a coach, standing by to watch Cheng Yan repeatedly train for layups.
"Only one dribble in the middle, slow down to the basket."
"Still in the same position."
"One more time." Song Yu stared at Cheng Yan's footsteps and the distance from the basketball hoop, "Take off."
Cheng Yan's performance was very good. Song Yu didn't praise him. He just played for so many years, and his proficiency brought about the feeling.
Cheng Yan practiced the same movement repeatedly under Song Yu's gaze, until a little sweat appeared on his forehead. He suddenly felt that he had entered the school team. It was rumored that Song Yu was very strict in the team. Cheng Yan He had already realized that Song Yu didn't kill him, but he already felt the pressure.
I don't know why, when Song Yu was looking at you, you just didn't dare to slack off, no matter how tired you were.
The broken hair in front of Cheng Yan's forehead was wet with sweat, the footsteps in the arena did not stop, Song Yu did not call to stop, he did not dare to stop without authorization, he cherished every minute of Song Yu's time guiding him.
"Take a break." Song Yu finally stopped when Cheng Yan was nearly exhausted, handed him a bottle of water, and Cheng Yan thanked him.
"How do you feel?" He cared like a corporal.
Cheng Yan threw the basketball aside, came to the schoolbag, sat on the floor, did not dare to boast, so he asked Song Yu for evaluation in a questioning tone: "Is there some progress?"
Song Yu came to him and squatted down, reminding: "There are not a few days left."
Cheng Yan's face became serious, and he asked, "Why don't you participate in the selection?"
Song Yu looked at him: "Want to go through the back door?"
Cheng Yan boldly said: "I think, I want to go in directly without participating in the trials."
Song Yu knew that he was joking, but he didn't take it seriously, and responded, "I've participated in it before, and it's very tiring. I'd rather spend more time instructing other people than spend my energy in this kind of place, and I'm very prejudiced. Big, according to my standards, many people may have to be eliminated."
"Ah... so strict."
"Are you scared?"
Cheng Yan nodded vigorously.
Song Yu touched his head. This action was very intimate, and Cheng Yan also liked it very much. He always felt that at this time, he looked like a little pampered girlfriend.
"Let it be, don't put pressure on yourself."
Cheng Yan also wanted to convince himself to be calm. He sighed and said, "I don't know if I can win this time. If I fail, I will be farther away from you."
Song Yu turned his head and stared at him closely, Cheng Yan lowered his head and held the bottle of mineral water in his hand, his eyes were a little sad.
He didn't ask him to reply his feelings immediately, he just expressed his feelings.
Song Yu looked at the ball rack and said tenderly, "Do you know how long the CBA training is?"
Cheng Yan never asked, Song Yu came back too quickly, he performed brilliantly in a tryout, was selected as a professional player for training, went to the CBA for a month and came back, Cheng Yan was reminded and asked: "Listen. It's been a long time, why did you come back so quickly? It's less than a month."
"Because of worry."
"Worried?" Cheng Yan asked, "What are you worried about?"
"A lot of things, studies, parents, life," Song Yu turned his head: "And you."
Cheng Yan's heart skipped a beat, Song Yuzheng stared at him, a look he had never felt before, and it was too tender, he fell into it for a while, a little confused.
"Me?" Cheng Yan avoided his eyes: "What do I have to worry about..."
"I have been distracted and restless during training. The coach asked me to adjust and gave me a lot of advice, but there was no way to calm me down," Song Yu said slowly: "I found out the reason later. It's because of you."
Cheng Yan didn't dare to miss a word, and listened with his ears erect.
"I don't know what's going on. When I think of you, I can't calm down. Maybe... because we broke up that time." Song Yuyou remembered that when he was kissed, his heart was in a mess and he wanted to leave He was just confessed by Cheng Yan the day before. He didn't know how to balance the relationship between the two. He couldn't even see the way forward. He couldn't give Cheng Yan an answer quickly. Just like now, he has Many considerations and concerns are unfair to Cheng Yan, and he must understand it.
He can't treat him like other suitors, because Cheng Yan has a different meaning to him...
"That time... I was impulsive, and I knew that drinking was a mistake," Cheng Yan touched the back of his head embarrassedly, "I'm sorry."
Song Yu shook his head: "It's not your problem, I'm just too confused."
"What about now?" Cheng Yan asked, "Are you still confused?" Did his emotions really cause so much trouble to Song Yu? But it is understandable to think about it, they are, boys and boys.
This is not just something that two people like, it means that they will face many tests in the future, all kinds of pressure from society, and even the parents are all problems.
"It's almost clear." Song Yu stood up and picked up the basketball on the side, "Come on, three points."
Cheng Yan really wanted to ask what it meant, so he quickly figured it out. Did you give him an answer? He is now enduring a strong curiosity, not to press Song Yu, he promised him to give him time.
Wait until Song Yu himself wants to understand, and wait until he takes the initiative to reply.
Cheng Yan and Song Yu practiced a three-pointer. Although he promised him that he would wait, he was still curious about the result that he would quickly sort out. As a result, he was not attentive enough in practice, and made the same mistake as Song Yu. He was restless and half-hearted. .
The three-point shooting rate is extremely low.
After seven o'clock, the practice is over.
Cheng Yan and Song Yu were walking home, and Song Yu asked him if he wanted to go to his house to play.
"Don't you live at your aunt's house?" Cheng Yan asked.
"Well, I just went to my aunt's house. My aunt is very nice."
"I'm not worried about this," Cheng Yan wanted to ask since he mentioned it, "Have you been living at your aunt's house?"
"I've been here since I went to high school, and my home is too far from the school." He chose to study here, so he had to settle nearby, and his aunt's house was just right.
"Aren't you going home?"
"You will go back during the holiday. Are you curious about my family?" Song Yu rarely mentioned his family. Cheng Yan only heard rumors, and he didn't know whether it was true or not.
"Someone in the school said that you are a rich second generation." Cheng Yan told the truth, even though he has known Song Yu for so long, but he knows very little about Song Yu's family, one is that Song Yu doesn't mention much, and the other is He asked Song Yu about it briefly. He didn't seem to like to mention his family, so Cheng Yan didn't know whether the rumor of the second generation of rich was true or not.
"Do you believe it?" Song Yu stood in front of the bus stop, the background was a mess, but he was very eye-catching.
"Half and half." Cheng Yan was uncertain.
"That's it," Song Yu said. "It's better than the average person."
How good is that? Well-off? Cheng Yan didn't know what kind of Song Yu's expression belonged to, but he didn't ask any more, the bus came.
"I'm going to help you move things this weekend," Song Yu said, "Has the dormitory been selected?"
"I live with a few who have a good time." It was already agreed, and Cheng Yan was looking forward to living on campus.
"You haven't lived in the school, so there should be a lot of discomfort, but it's good to be patient." Song Yu first gave him a dose of vaccination to prevent him from expecting too much and the gap would be too great.
"It's okay, I'm not that squeamish," Cheng Yan recalled the time when he lived in a small rural town: "I used to be at my grandma's house, no matter how noisy it was, I could still fall asleep."
When the car was about to arrive, Song Yu saw the 105 bus coming slowly, and he asked, "You haven't answered me yet, do you want to visit me?"
Cheng Yan couldn't help it, he had never been to Song Yu's residence, so would his aunt's house, but he wasn't ready today, and it was getting late, he said, "Next time."
Song Yu put his trousers in his pocket and looked at him fiercely, "Which time was that?"
"Well... will next week be okay?" Cheng Yan heard his displeased voice, and immediately changed his rhetoric. He didn't plan on next week. He was so terrified that Song Yu was angry. This time, he said wisely: "It was just at that time that the trials also ended."
"Then next week." Song Yu settled on it like this. Just in time, the car came over. He raised his chin and signaled, "Go up."
Cheng Yan snorted and got into the car with the army. He didn't forget to turn around and wave to Song Yu. Song Yu didn't respond to him, but just stared at him silently with gentle eyebrows.
As if a person is going to a distant place, his lover is watching him reluctantly.
The car drove away slowly, there was a vacant seat, Cheng Yan did not sit down, but stood aside, looking back at Song Yu, who had long been invisible.
He would love to go.
He didn't want to miss any moment when he could get close to him, but he didn't dare, he was a little scared, being alone with Song Yu, in a confined space, the worst thing was the same bed, he might not sleep all night.
It's too late today, if he goes, there's a high probability that he won't be able to leave, then next time, next time...
He chose daytime.
To avoid sharing the bed with Song Yu.
In order to avoid myself... Random dream invasion.
The people who stir up the world are turned upside down, and they can't sleep at night.