Chapter 37

The annual basketball trial is coming, which is even more exciting than the sports meeting. The best thing in Chengnan is basketball skills. The competition with major colleges and universities never disappoints, always standing at the top, and the school leaders are also very good. Taking this game seriously, every year the basketball game is as strict as the sports meeting.

At the meeting on Monday, the principal spoke in person, saying that he hoped that this year's students would be as powerful as they can bring fresh blood to the basketball team. The enthusiasm of the game has filled the entire campus, and the voice of the principal was soothing to the students. With his majestic voice Wire.

"We all know that there are professional players in the south of the city who have scored in the CBA. This shows that there is a way out if sports are done well. Students in our school who like basketball, don't miss this opportunity. Before they graduate, they can still get a little guidance. Let's give this opportunity to our future professional players, okay? Song Yu, let me tell you a few words."

In the basketball team, the reputation of the vice team Song Yu is far more than that of the captain. Everyone knows that Song Yu's skills are the ceiling of the south of the city. , The reason is unknown, this is people's own wishes, others can't say anything. Most of the people who entered the school team also went to Song Yu, hoping to get his guidance. This is Song Yu's influence in the south of the city.

Today, Monday, he was wearing a school uniform, just like everyone else, but his temperament made him very eye-catching in the crowd, and his aura was compelling and could not be ignored. Song Yu knew that he was going to speak, so he stood at the front of the class and raised his voice. He stepped forward, walked steadily to the red flag, stretched out his hand, and took the microphone from the principal's hand.

There was a burst of warm applause in the campus.

"Hello everyone, I'm Song Yu," Song Yu introduced himself officially, without much nonsense, straight to the subject, as serious as rumors, unsmiling, with soul-stirring eyes with seriousness and seriousness, said to the classmates below: "The selection of the basketball team is scheduled for tomorrow, which is not the same as usual. Except for the date, all other selection indicators are the same as before. We adhere to the principle of fairness and openness, and provide a training environment for every strong student, whether you are because of Love, or something else, as long as you are good enough, the basketball team welcomes you at any time."

His voice is very penetrating, so it can be heard to deceive people. The female classmates below are talking a lot, whispering something, and there is a commotion. If you listen carefully, it is not difficult to find that what they are talking about is Song Yu's appearance.

"So handsome, my God," Shen Yun and Chen Ziyi whispered, "Song Yu is truly unprecedented, so great."

"The voice is so nice, who said no one is perfect?"

Cheng Yan was standing next to them. He didn't want to hear it, but he heard it. The girls responded the same way. After all, Song Yu was not a question of being handsome. He was very poignant in many places.

Cheng Yan stood in the middle and looked up at the people under the red flag. Sometimes he was so fortunate. It was an honor for him to get to know such people and to like Song Yu.

"That's awesome," Qu Tao, who was behind him, patted Cheng Yan on the shoulder with a sigh, "Hey, it would be nice if you were a woman."

"why?"

"You have a better chance of getting close to the water, and you have a better chance than others."

Cheng Yan laughed, turned his head and stared at Song Yu on the stage. He was full of admiration for the place he went. He really looked like a character from an anime, unreal and like an illusion.

He stood against the back light, his whole body was covered with golden light, he was holding a microphone, his sharp eyes shot a powerful light from a height, and it was no exaggeration to say that he was aloof.

"One of the biggest changes this year is the person in charge of selection," Song Yu said. "I will participate. I hope you will perform well, thank you."

Everyone knows Song Yu's strictness, but everyone is glad that he did not participate in the selection, because it must be difficult to meet the standards and requirements of professional players. If Song Yu participates, the contestants will be even more nervous.

And this also represents another meaning, this year's competition will be more grand and exciting than previous years.

In the commotion, Cheng Yan was tapped on the shoulder by Qu Tao, Zhang Zihao also looked back and said, "Song Yu participated in the selection, you have a show."

Qu Tao gave him a thumbs up, saying that he is expected to join the team.

But... Cheng Yan didn't know that Song Yu was involved in this matter. Song Yu didn't mention it. When did he...

This is not the point, the point is why did Song Yu participate in the selection? Open the back door for him? Although Song Yu was kind to him, Cheng Yan felt that... he should not.

He's very principled and wouldn't do such an unfair thing for him at all, maybe he's because it's his last year and he wants to do a little more for the basketball team? do not know.

Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu who had already walked down the steps and returned to his class with question marks all over his head.

Zhou Hui was set off by Song Yu for a long time. Everyone who participated in the game was discussing whether to participate in the game. The girls were discussing Song Yu himself, and the boys were focusing on the game.

After the flag-raising ceremony, heard a few leaders speak, saying that the south of the city is relatively peaceful recently, and no one is causing trouble, so let the students continue to maintain it, and then let everyone go back.

Tired of standing and returning to the classroom tiredly, Cheng Yan opened a book, spread it out, didn't read it, and was in a trance.

"Cheng Yan, you guys have to cheer tomorrow." The girls in the class cheered them on, "We'll be watching from the sidelines!"

Guan Di held his hands and said, "Are you here to watch our game? I don't even want to expose you."

"Of course it's up to you!"

"Pull it down, you don't come to the game at ordinary times, you just listen to Song Yu going, 嘁-"

"Just take a look."

Cheng Yan turned a deaf ear to their quarrel. Tomorrow's competition was imminent. The teachers were not nervous in class, and they didn't talk about important content. He knew that these children would be distracted.

In the art class, Cheng Yan carried the pen and sketched according to the teacher's request. There was a diamond-shaped object on the podium. The teacher drew on the blackboard, and they drew on the white paper.

"You draw really well." Shen Yun, who was next to him, came over and said.

Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, looking around him, many classmates were not in his place, "Why are you here?"

"Changed positions with Zhao Yibai," Shen Yun lay on Cheng Yan's back, and patted Cheng Yan's tablemate, she changed to Cheng Yan, sat down with a blank paper, "I'm here to ask you , who do you like?"

Cheng Yan was convinced, "Are you so interested?"

Shen Yun said: "Well, I'm curious, please tell me, I won't say anything."

Shen Yun was gossiping, but Cheng Yan didn't even look at her, and continued to paint, with a certain appearance, "No."

"Don't miss me, you definitely have," Shen Yun didn't believe it, "Cheng Yan, what's the relationship between us, don't you still believe me?"

Cheng Yan looked up at her and laughed: "You care so much about me, don't you like me?"

Shen Yun's eyes could kill him, Cheng Yan was joking, Shen Yun patted him and walked away with a blank paper.

As soon as she left, the next person sat down next to her.

"Shen Yun know?" It was Zhao Yibai.

"Know what?" Cheng Yan asked.

"You like Song Yu." Zhao Yibai said, "She just kept asking me."

"I don't know." Cheng Yan said.

Zhao Yibai didn't paint well, so the teacher came to check and stayed in front of Cheng Yan's desk for a long time, nodding to Cheng Yan to express his approval, and giving Zhao Yibai a glance, shaking his head helplessly.

Zhao Yibai waited for the teacher to go over and said, "I didn't ask you, how are you doing with him these two days?"

"It's still the same." The charcoal brush rubbed the ashes in Cheng Yan's hand. After he finished drawing, he blew on the white paper and compared it with the original on the podium. He modified it, and it looked quite professional.

Zhao Yibai has always admired his seriousness, doing everything line by line.

"Take the paintings, class representative." The teacher's voice came over, the time was up, and the teacher urged: "Be careful, some students still paint well, and the outstanding ones will be used for exhibitions."

Cheng Yan sorted out the painting, Guan Di leaned over to look at it, and said, "Yes, this painting is really realistic, this light, this shadow."

"Don't brag about it?" Cheng Yan took the painting back and handed it to the class representative who came to collect the painting. The class representative also responded the same way, saying that Cheng Yan's painting was really good.

"Then take a look at mine." Zhao Yibai presented the painting, the class representative looked at it, was silent for a while, and said, "I can vaguely tell that it is a diamond."

Zhao Yibai's eyes shot over, the girl was not afraid, she smiled, and the two seemed to be flirting. The class representative said, "But I don't know if it's the one on the podium."

Zhao Yi stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, no more."

Class representative: "Don't! It's not necessarily the case that you can go to the exhibition."

Zhao Yibai: "Really?"

"Fake," said the class representative cruelly: "As a negative case, it's still good."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, the paintings were finished, and the teacher left.

Cheng Yan took the water cup by the table, walked to the water dispenser at the door, and took half a bottle of water. Before the water was finished, a head came in at the door.

"Hi."

Cheng Yan was stunned for a moment, looked over and found that it was Tan Tingting, he held the cup: "Why?"

Tan Tingting said, "Come out and talk."

With no one around Cheng Yan, he asked in a low voice, "Is it Song Yu's business again?"

Tan Tingting nodded straight.

Cheng Yan licked his upper lip, turned off the water, and put the cup aside.

He walked to one side with Tan Tingting, the corridor after class was noisy, Cheng Yan was mentally prepared, Tan Tingting would only have one thing.

"What did he say?" Tan Tingting asked about the result of the love letter.

"He didn't read it." Cheng Yan honestly explained that Song Yu played with him until the end of the day, and the love letter seemed to be still in his schoolbag.

"I didn't see it," Tan Tingting said. "Did you tell him my name? He should remember me."

Cheng Yan didn't know the origin of their relationship. Song Yu didn't elaborate that day. He said he didn't know each other. Cheng Yan asked, "How did you know him?"

Tan Tingting leaned against the wall with her hands down, her brows slightly disappointed, "It's nothing, I just met at the hospital that day."

"Hospital?"

Tan Tingting looked up at him, hesitated, and said, "Psychological hospital."

Cheng Yan's ears are a little foggy, mental hospital? Psychological club? Mental illness?

"Sorry, this is someone else's private matter, I can't say more, in short, it was the first time we met," Tan Tingting said: "Afterwards, a few girls bullied me, and I ran into him on the side of the road again, and he helped solve the siege. "

After listening to the story of a hero saving beauty, Cheng Yan had no emotion, and his thoughts were still stuck in the so-called mental hospital.

But Tan Tingting didn't want to say more, it was indeed a private matter, and he didn't want to explore other people's private affairs, he just didn't understand how Song Yu would go there.

"I didn't watch it, I expected this result," Tan Tingting said, "Thank you."

Her face was all gray, her mood was low, and she was completely different from the state she was in when she handed him the love letter that day. Cheng Yan understood that some people just raised their hands, while others could remember them for a lifetime.

Song Yu's effort made a girl secretly like him for two years.

But he himself didn't even remember the girl's name, the emotion and romance were all his own, and the taste of secret love was probably the same.

Tan Tingting left, her back was lonely, she went downstairs, Cheng Yan watched her leave, and stood at the entrance of the stairs, with mixed feelings.

"What are you doing? Chasing you?" Qu Tao was standing behind him, Cheng Yan shook his head and said no.

"True or false?" Qu Tao said, "I just saw it, and it looks good."

"It's not me who likes me." Cheng Yan walked back to the classroom, carrying his water glass, and walked back to his seat.

Tan Tingting's words were still in his ears. He was concerned that Song Yu was admitted to the hospital, and he was more concerned that he went to the so-called psychological club. If the physical pain is torture, then the psychological collapse is more likely to be fatal.

Does Song Yu have a psychological problem?Does it matter?

But...he never found out.