Chapter 38

Cheng Yan was completely absent-minded in class. There was a reason for his failure to improve his grades. In his mind, Tan Tingting's words were all about the mental hospital. He never thought about Song Yu and psychological problems together.

Song Yu has never mentioned it, do you want to send a message to ask? Would it be impolite?

But if you don't ask, Cheng Yan is not too relieved.

He took out his mobile phone, lowered his head, edited the text messages, cut and deleted, and couldn't express himself well. How could he ask? Song Yu, do you have a mental illness? Someone told me they saw you in a mental hospital?

What if he didn't, he was just there, to see other people? Or do something else?

Cheng Yan hesitated, the text message was not sent out, but the old class caught him, and a scolding came from the podium: "Cheng Yan!"

Cheng Yan shuddered, Lao Ban's eyes were shooting at him, Cheng Yan looked around, Guan Di and the others covered their faces, as if making him wish for more happiness, Cheng Yan slowly stood up.

"Is it fun?" Lao Ban threw the chalk on the podium, supported it with both hands, looked at it and said, "Come here."

The same table whispered: "You are so brave, you dare to play in the old class."

Cheng Yan ignored him and took out his mobile phone. Zhao Yibai at the back table was looking at him. Cheng Yan had a deadly expression and handed the mobile phone to the podium.

Lao Ban ordered: "Open."

Cheng Yan unlocked.

Lao Ban didn't see anything on the backstage interface. After looking through it, he still couldn't find any evidence of playing games. He raised his head and asked, "What are you playing?"

Cheng Yan leaned to the side: "Nothing to play."

"Why are you watching?" Lao Ban said, "The game interface has been deleted?"

"I didn't play games." Cheng Yan explained.

"I'm so fascinated without playing games? I've done it, right? Don't listen to it, right?" Lao Ban patted the blackboard, "Come on, take out the phone and give it to you."

Cheng Yan looked up and saw that the formula on the blackboard was new knowledge. He didn't listen carefully, how could he know it? He bowed his head apologetically and said, "I won't."

Lao Ban sneered: "Stand at the back with the book, and come up tomorrow to solve it. If you can't figure it out, continue to stand."

Cheng Yan regained his senses, walked back to his position, picked up the book, and stood at the back.

He was holding the textbook and staring at the blackboard, but his mind was not on it.

Everyone looked at him with sympathy. If this was on Zhao Yibai or someone else, he would be punished directly. The old class would not waste time, but he always treated Cheng Yan differently from others, and felt that Cheng Yan could still make money. , can save.

Cheng Yan let him down again and again.

Cheng Yan felt a little guilty when he watched the old class explain the laboriously. He drove the messy thoughts out of his mind. He listened carefully in the second half of the class. Before tomorrow, the knowledge was absorbed. He took the initiative to ask Ying to do the questions, and the old class gave it. He had a chance, and seeing that he was doing well, let him go.

Let him go back to his seat.

But the phone was not returned to him.

Zhao Yibai poked Cheng Yan's arm in the back, controlled the volume and said, "Are you really playing games?"

Cheng Yan said, "No, just read it."

Zhao Yibai reminded: "Be careful, I dare not play in the old class."

Cheng Yan nodded.

After school in the afternoon, Zhao Yibai and Zhang Teng accompany him to play the last game before the game. They both felt Cheng Yan's progress and expressed doubts.

"You can't study, right?" Zhang Teng said, "Three points is not your strong point."

"Practice." Cheng Yan said, the others were sweating profusely after a game, but he was fine. Recently, practice was more tired than playing an official game. He stood firmly in the middle of the field and threw a bottle of water to Zhang Teng, "Today Just here."

Zhang Teng hadn't unscrewed it, but he stopped when he heard the sound. The battle is imminent, so why not practice? Zhang Teng asked, "Just here?"

"Well, I can't practice anything in one night. Take a good rest and use your energy for tomorrow." Cheng Yan threw the ball to Guan Di, "Help me take it back to the dormitory, thank you."

The ball belongs to Cheng Yan, but Guan Di and the others do not.

"Where are you going?" Guan Di asked while holding the basketball.

"Go out and come back right away." Cheng Yan didn't make an agreement with others. After the end, he left with Zhao Yibai. He didn't eat in the cafeteria. Zhao Yibai came out with him, and he didn't know what to do. Seeing that he wasn't here today State, Zhao Yibai is worried about tomorrow's game.

It won't work this time, we will have to wait a year, and next year, Song Yu will graduate and will no longer be here. Cheng Yan will have no motivation to join the school team. That is to say, this is Cheng Yan's last a chance.

"What do you have to say, don't affect the game, is it related to Song Yu?" There are only a few people who can affect Cheng Yan's mind, and Zhao Yibai can only guess from Song Yu.

Cheng Yan shook his head. Vehicles came and went on the road. He stood under the tree and said, "No."

Zhao Yibai laughed: "Don't hide it from me, I don't know what is in your heart?"

Cheng Yan had nowhere to hide his thoughts, sighed, and gave up: "I can't say it."

"If you can't say it, don't say it," Zhao Yibai said. "It's just that you have to face tomorrow's game in such a state. I think the outcome is already decided."

Cheng Yan stuck his pocket and said, "I will adjust it."

"Just know," Zhao Yibai was relieved, and then asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Relax."

"Just relax?"

Cheng Yan said yes.

"Take you down." Zhao Yibai said, "Chengnan can't hold you in such a big way? Do you have anything to do? I'm going back to school."

"Is this gone?"

"I'm not active in cooking, there is a problem with my brain," Zhao Yibai had already walked out, turned his back to Cheng Yan, and beckoned, "Hurry up and adjust yourself, you will cry if you don't perform well tomorrow."

Cheng Yan laughed, how could he be so vulnerable?

Cry, when was the last time he cried? I don't even remember.

Watching Zhao Yibai leave, Cheng Yan didn't waste any more time. He went to the place he wanted to go early in the morning to find someone he had been looking for in the morning.

The last time I came to "Nai Kang" with Song Yu was a month ago. Cheng Yan didn't know if he could be found here, but he blamed himself. He didn't expect to have an intersection with Jiang Heng. He should leave a phone call. .

Cheng Yan came to the billiards room. He planned to try his luck. The chance of finding Jiang Heng was too small. He wanted to ask the people here if they had any contact information for Jiang Heng. It is possible to know some people in the room, bosses and coaches.

There were about seven or eight people in the billiard room, scattered around different tables, and before it was Cheng Yan's turn to find someone, he was stopped first.

"Yo, here comes the Great God." A boy standing by the table, holding a pole, was looking at him in surprise. Everyone else in the billiard room followed the sound. Cheng Yan had just stepped out of the elevator door, but he hadn't moved yet.

He remembered that the last time he and Jiang Heng competed, the one who was watching the fun next to him.

Cheng Yan walked over.

In the billiards room, there were all boys with cigarettes in their mouths, dressed in fashionable clothes, and those with dyed hair colors. Seven or eight people had the same temperament. Cheng Yan was like a clear stream. He was wearing a school uniform and looked white. Pure, with well-defined features, it can be seen that she was a lovely lady when she was a child. When he appeared here, it was like a puppy ignorantly broke into the wolf's den.

"To teach us how to be human?" The boy handed him a club, "Show me?"

Cheng Yan didn't answer, he asked clearly, "You should know Jiang Heng, right?"

"Brother Jiang, who doesn't know him?" The boy looked at Cheng Yan with deep interest in his eyes: "Is there anything you can do to find him?"

"Yes, is there any contact information?" Cheng Yan expressed his intentions without dawdling at all.

But the other party was dawdling. The boy walked to the table with the cue stick, picked up the ball on it, weighed it twice in his hand, and showed it to Cheng Yan, "Show me a paragraph."

The others stopped fighting and stared at Cheng Yan curiously, as if they were waiting for him to perform.

Without Cheng Yan's consent, the boy in charge clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, gather up, let's take a look at my brother's technique, it's definitely worth the price."

Seven or eight people knew each other, and they all gathered around. Some people recognized Cheng Yan and sighed happily, "Isn't this the one that Song Yu brought? You are so popular with us, how many did you miss last time? Here, show us? They say you're awesome."

There were discussions: "It's him."

"Does he really know how to play football when he is so good-looking?"

"Looks like a good student."

Cheng Yan listened to the noisy conversation. He really didn't expect that he would become so famous in Naikang. He didn't want to waste time, so he stretched out his hand.

Someone quickly handed him a stick. The boy put the ball back and stood aside. Cheng Yan lowered his waist, aimed at the ball, took a good posture, and went out with a powerful shot. The densely packed balls on the table were instantly emptied.

There was no time for people to pour a glass of water.

"I rely on..."

"This motherfucker...professional."

Several people present forgot to even applaud and stood there dumbfounded. The discussion suddenly changed direction. Some people took out balls to check, others rubbed their eyes, looked at the table, and then looked at Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan threw down the club and said to the boy, "Is it alright?"

He looked anxious, didn't know what to do with Jiang Heng, and the boy didn't dare to delay, he did what he said.

"I'll send it to you," he took out his cell phone, and the boy lit his cell phone as he spoke, sighing, "It's a loss for you not to go to the Taiwan Association."

He was even more certain that the last time Cheng Yan and Jiang Heng fought, they were sympathetic.

"I don't have a cell phone, you can call him and ask him out." Cheng Yan's cell phone is still with Lao Ban.

"Okay." The boy followed his meaning. Who still treats him as a puppy now? He looks clean, immature and young, more like an antelope, but his behavior shows that this is not an ordinary antelope, but the leading one.

Cheng Yanjing was waiting for the result of his call. The boy repeatedly called several times, but still couldn't get through. Cheng Yan was a little anxious.

"No one answered, maybe you didn't see it." The boy said, "Is there something important? Do you want to wait?"

"I'll have an evening self-study later." Cheng Yan didn't have enough time, and he would have to spend a while on the way back and forth. It would be too late when Jiang Heng arrived. He said, "Forget it, it's getting late."

Cheng Yan turned around and left.

"Hey, let's play."

"Can't you hear someone studying at night?" said the person next to him.

"Sure enough, it's not a plug-in that can trap the Great God, it's the school."

Cheng Yan returned to school, but was still late. He shouted to report back to his seat. Zhao Yibai didn't ask him where he was, but only asked him if he had eaten. But I didn't feel hungry either.

This was the first night of the semester, and the students were inexplicably restless. Halfway through the process, the teacher left, and without the guards, the voices of the next class could be heard clearly.

Cheng Yan didn't pay attention to the people by the window, until a whistle came, he turned his head, and Kang Wei, who was standing by the window, was waving to him.

Without the teacher, Cheng Yan boldly went to the corridor.

Kang Wei asked, "Have you formed your team?"

Cheng Yan nodded and said, "Well, just a few of us."

"Who will fight tomorrow?"

"I don't know, let's assign it on the spot." Cheng Yan said, "Is something wrong?"

"It's alright, just ask," Kang Wei said, "Mr. Guan and the others said you know Song Yu, why don't you ask him how he arranged it?"

"It's up to whoever it is."

"Your heart is really big. If you are going to meet the second class again, your dream of joining the school team will be shattered." Kang Wei said.

"You came to tell me this?" Cheng Yan doubted his intentions, and took this risk just to remind him of broken dreams? As he said that, Cheng Yan paid attention to his surroundings, for fear that the teacher would suddenly come out.

"How come," Kang Wei handed him something, "Take it, someone in our class has a crush on you."

It is still popular to send love letters now, but when you grow up a little bit, such a pure expression will be gone. Cheng Yan has sent too many love letters to Song Yu, and the girls have even put a lot of thought into the packaging. He said, "Give it to me. ?"

"Otherwise?" Kang Wei whispered, "Wang Weimo, take it away."

He was referring to people, Cheng Yan heard it.

"There's no time to fall in love right now, you'll piss me off?" Even with him, he wouldn't dare. Cheng Yan was not shaken by the love letter, nor was he surprised by being liked. He said coldly and firmly, "Go back."

Kang Wei looked at him in astonishment, his eyes looked up and down, and turned quickly, "What are you doing, brother? This is Wang Weimo, not Yu Kexin."

Yu Kexin is a lovely line, some people eat this style and some don't, but their class's Wang Weimo is the first love goddess style, no one can resist!

Almost every man has imagined that the other half is a goddess with fluttering long hair, a white dress, and a quiet and pleasant goddess. That is what most boys expect from their first love.

Cheng Yan didn't like what Yu Kexin said, so he designated Wang Weimo's style to eat, but it didn't work out. Kang Wei had to wonder if there was something wrong with him.

"It's the same for me." Cheng Yan said, which completely filled Kang Wei's suspicions.

"It's all the same?" Kang Wei squinted his eyes, and his tone immediately became wrong, and asked what he was deeply suspicious of now, "Aren't you...cough, crooked?"

It doesn't matter whether it's true or not after finishing speaking, Kang Wei looked at Cheng Yan from top to bottom, his face was too straight, and it's not incomprehensible to be liked by men...

Cheng Yan took the love letter, approached Kang Wei, shoved the love letter into his old man's arms, and scared Kang Wei to retreat, Cheng Yan laughed strangely, "Oh, it was guessed, how do you know I am? ? This can only be your secret. In order to repay you for keeping the secret for me, I promise to give it to you..."

"Damn it, don't be fooled!" Kang Wei put his arms around his chest, "I'm straight!"

"Really? Have you ever heard a word?"

Kang Wei looked at him caringly, his pupils trembling, "What, what?"

Cheng Yan whispered in his ear: "The world is not straight."