Chapter 47

There were no classes in school for the past two days, Cheng Yan didn't go out much because of his injury, and Song Yu didn't see him either. First, he didn't have time, second, he was busy, and third, there were rumors, so he had to avoid it recently.

At noon, he was the only one in the dormitory. Guan Di and the others went online together. They said that when they went to dinner at night, Cheng Yan couldn't play games, so he didn't go. He was so bored in the dormitory alone.

A few books borrowed from the library were spread out on the desk, and he hadn't moved. He was so tired that he couldn't read them. He hugged his legs and rested his chin, and he didn't skip a line for two minutes.

His mind was not here at all. No matter how wonderful Holmes's investigation process was, he couldn't read it at all.

Closing the thick book, Cheng Yan was reluctant to read it, pushed the book to the corner, and picked up the phone.

Log in to that forum, the rumors that have been getting more and more turbulent since yesterday are still going on, this is only the second day, he can't ask for everything to calm down, recently, many strange classmates have added him, and they are asking if he is real. Yes, the people from the next class also participated, showing a strong interest in this "forbidden love".

It's rare to see the base itself, at least there are only a handful of people standing under the sun, and the object of his base is Song Yu, so it's not surprising that things are so big.

Lord Song, Lord Song, can we not be famous?

Cheng Yan has been sighing for the past two days. He has been thinking about graduating as soon as possible. He hates being watched, and he hates everyone analyzing him with all kinds of speculative eyes. The school is so big. It is rumored that a pair of homosexuals is known to everyone, and a homosexual whose protagonist is Song Yu is even more hidden.

Cheng Yan flipped through the topic building, and the building became higher and higher.

"Zhang Teng..." The door was pushed open, and a boy walked in. Cheng Yan raised his head and met his eyes. It was his classmate who lived in the next bedroom. The boy said, "Cheng Yan, just you?"

Cheng Yan turned his head and continued to look at his phone and said, "They went out to surf the Internet."

The boy walked in and said, "It's okay, I'll borrow a meal card, do you have one?"

Cheng Yan didn't lift his head, he pressed it on his knees and said, "On the cabinet, take it yourself."

Obviously, the boy took away the meal card and did not leave just like that, standing behind Cheng Yan, looking at his mobile phone interface, "Did you eat melon and eat yourself?"

This is really well known.

Cheng Yan put down his phone, raised his head and said, "Do you believe it?"

The boy said, "Half and half, but do you really like Song Yu? I don't agree with it, but if it's Song Yu, I have nothing to say."

"What's the meaning?"

"I have to ask, he is Song Yu," the boy walked away with the meal card, "I can understand if you like him, come on."

The door was closed, and Cheng Yan was soon left alone in the dormitory.

He hadn't asked Song Yu about this, and he didn't know if Song Yu knew it or not, and if it had affected him, Song Yu was busy these two days, the trials were not over yet, he still had things to do, and Cheng Yan didn't contact him.

The sun was dazzling outside, the sun was high, and the screams of the stadium could be heard in the dormitory. I don’t know who was doing well again. At first, I thought I was going to join the school team. More qualified than him to enter the school team.

what is he doing now? Watch the game, analyze, compare, pick?

Cheng Yan hugged his knees and looked at the blue sky outside bored.

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Song Yu didn't think that way. He lived a fulfilling day. From eight in the morning until now, his patience was completely exhausted. Sitting here at this time, he couldn't make an analysis for a long time. On the field, there is not a word on the white paper.

On the other hand, Han Cang was very busy.

So he doesn't want to be the captain, that's why.

"This is not bad, I'll make a note on the 5th." Han Cang wrote quickly, like a judge, resting his hands on his chin, nervous for the anxious match point.

The game ended with the referee's whistle.

Han Cang's tense nerves relaxed, picked up the water on the side, opened the cover and saw Song Yu's boring face, looking down at his desk: "There are so many teams, none of them are in your eyes?"

Song Yu dropped the pen and said, "No, I didn't remember."

Han Cang smiled, cleared his throat after drinking the water, and said, "You didn't like to do this kind of thing before. You can sit down this year until now. Go back, I'll deal with Susu here."

Susu on the side made an "OK" gesture.

Song Yu stood up and said, "It's troublesome."

Han Cang waved his hand.

Song Yu left the arena.

His requirements are too harsh. If he really followed his standards, those who performed well that Han Cang said would not pass the test because he had experienced professional special training and trained with a group of professional players. Naturally, his standards were raised.

Song Yu left the arena, surrounded by muttering.

He returned to the dormitory building, instead of going back to his own dormitory, he marched towards someone else's dormitory with a clear goal.

The door was not closed, he knocked, and his voice came from inside, "Come in."

Song Yu pushed open the door and went in. The person he was thinking about was sitting peacefully in a chair looking at his mobile phone. There was a conversation inside. He didn't lift his head, just sat with his legs in his arms, his shorts straight and slender. The legs are very eye-catching, and stepping on the chair has become an absolute landscape.

This is what Song Yu saw as soon as he came in.

Cheng Yan was wearing short-sleeved shorts, with a high nose bridge and a three-dimensional profile. His complexion was a little whiter than that of many boys. He was wrapped in loose clothes, and when shrunk into a ball, he had the illusion of being petite and cute.

Song Yu felt that she was probably crazy to think that a boy was petite and cute.

And it is Cheng Yan of 181.

Cheng Yan, who hadn't heard the sound for a long time, turned his head from the movie. Seeing that it was Song Yu, his calm heart finally had some ripples.

"Song Yu," he paused the phone interface and looked at him in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Song Yu walked in and stared at his thigh: "You dress like this?"

Cheng Yan looked down at his clothes and didn't see anything inappropriate, "So... what's the matter?"

The clothes are normal and serious, short-sleeved shorts, what else can he wear on such a hot day? Everyone wears this, and he doesn't know where his clothes are offending him.

"Isn't there any longer pants?" Song Yu expressed his dissatisfaction, the pants on his body were the same as hot pants.

"This..." Cheng Yan stood up and said, "It's too long, here we are."

He gestured, then understood something, raised his head and looked at Song Yu, "You started to care what clothes I wear?"

Song Yu touched his waist and pinched it lightly, as a default.

Cheng Yan said with a smile, "I won't sit like that next time."

Cheng Yan pulled a chair and said, "You sit."

Song Yu said, "Don't sit, it's been a day."

Cheng Yan remembered his game and said, "Oh, yes, then you stand, is the game over?"

"No, I don't care."

"Does that work?"

"Captain let me go."

Cheng Yan said, "Why don't you want to worry about it? Do you know how many people rushed to you? Oh no, do you know how many people are afraid of you going?"

"Whether they can enter is a matter of their own strength, and it doesn't matter whether I go or not."

"Who said that? Your presence will affect other people's performance. It's easy to get nervous, okay?" Cheng Yan blamed him for not having self-awareness. Of course, his presence or absence has an impact on the players.

Song Yu leaned against Guan Di's desk behind him, "Is it affecting you too?"

"It's a big influence," Cheng Yan was nervous throughout the first half. He couldn't forget that feeling, but it was also beneficial. He said, "We couldn't make a comeback in the second half without you."

Song Yu said, "You are smart yourself."

Cheng Yan raised his hand and stopped: "Okay, okay, the business exchange is over."

Song Yu laughed, observed the room, it was empty, and said, "Where are the people in your dormitory?"

Cheng Yan said it was boring: "Everyone went to the Internet."

"Without you?"

"I do not know."

"There's nothing wrong with playing games," Song Yu said. "You can do it if you have a hand."

Cheng Yan doesn't play games, and Song Yu doesn't play much. Neither of them likes online games, but Song Yu is better than him. He has touched the keyboard and played several times. Cheng Yan is a complete novice. dipped.

"There is a very powerful guy in our dormitory. He makes orders for others, and he pays five yuan for a game. He can make enough money by this." Cheng Yan was talking about Zhang Teng, the extremely talented player in the game.

"Yes, there is a way out," Song Yu said, "It will have a great future if you do it well."

"But it's a bit difficult to get ahead in e-sports, right? I think the competition is quite strong."

"The competition in any industry is fierce. It's the same. It's just that all the people in e-sports can participate. Relatively speaking, the competition is more intense." Song Yu and Cheng Yan chatted, talking about yesterday's events, "You sent me the message yesterday. Picture, where did it come from?"

Cheng Yan hadn't told him about the forum yet, he thought it was unnecessary, "Someone sent it to me, I don't know who took it."

Song Yu said incomprehensibly, "Shoot us?"

No one followed them that day, how could anyone photograph them? Song Yu couldn't understand why.

Cheng Yan guessed that he didn't know about the forum. Song Yu didn't eat melons, and he didn't pay much attention to his own affairs at school. It was really cold. No matter how curious other students were, they couldn't ask Song Yu directly about it. True or false, let's not talk about his majesty in school, but he is also terrifying. Guan Di is not without reason for Song Yu. The first time Cheng Yan saw Song Yu, it was because of his cold appearance. Dare to act.

"Well, it's not bad, right?" Cheng Yan said, "We haven't taken pictures together yet."

He wanted to open up this topic. Cheng Yan didn't want him to know about this kind of thing, which would add unnecessary troubles to him. He hoped that the relationship between him and Song Yu would be simpler and not to mix too many external things.

However, Song Yu paid attention to the wrong point. He said, "Do you want to take pictures with me?"

"Ah?" Cheng Yan said dumbfounded: "No, it's fine." He was at a loss for words, and said something casually.

Unexpectedly, Song Yu said, "Where do you want to shoot?"

Cheng Yan didn't expect him to be so serious, he just said something casually, so the topic went to a place he didn't expect, Cheng Yan said, "I'm just giving an example."

Song Yu didn't speak any more, and looked at him quietly and attentively. Cheng Yan didn't know what he was looking at, and he didn't dare to move. He couldn't resist Song Yu's warm eyes. Since they reconciled, Song Yu looked at him. His eyes were very eager, and frank eyes like this one are more common. There was no third person in the dormitory. Cheng Yan was cautious and could not retreat. He leaned against the desk and said a little embarrassedly: "What, what's the matter? ?"

Song Yu came to him, and his eyes flowed from the top of Cheng Yan's head to the reddish skin. Some kind of desire, Song Yu stared at his trembling eyelashes, and said badly: "What are you expecting?"

Cheng Yan started: "I didn't expect it..."

Damn, his breath was on his face, it was so hot.

Song Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed his waist boldly. He didn't care whether anyone agreed or not. His sudden frightened Cheng Yan, and he was rigid like a robot. Song Yu lowered his head, and his hot palm rubbed against him On Cheng Yan's skin, he almost burned his flesh.

"Cheng..." The voice quickly stopped before it landed. The classmates who did not enter the door immediately retreated when they saw Song Yu. They were too frightened to move by the scene in front of them, and Cheng Yan was not much better. I'm done thinking.

Gossip turned into hard truth.

However, Song Yu was not disturbed by this episode. The tip of his shoe pressed against the tip of his shoe, Song Yu stretched out his hand, and a warm voice fell from the top of Cheng Yan's head, making an abrupt and sudden request:

"Would you like to come home with me?"