Chapter 57

After the evening self-study, Cheng Yan and Song Yu met.

The four of them met at the school gate. Besides Han Cang, there was another one. Cheng Yan didn't know him. He was probably Han Cang's friend. He only followed Song Yu and didn't say hello to the unfamiliar boy.

"How to get out?" Cheng Yan followed a few people.

"Follow." Song Yu and the others came to the door. The security guard looked at a few people and said that the door was closed and could not go out. Han Cang stepped forward and whispered a few words. The security guard nodded and then opened the door.

Cheng Yan heard it, it meant that the school team had something to go out, so they informed the teacher or something, and then the security let them out.

Cheng Yan asked in a low voice beside Song Yu, "Your school team still has such rights?"

Needless to say, as long as it's about the school team, the security guards will let people out after hearing it. There is no need to verify whether the teacher has approved it or not, and the rights are too great.

Song Yu touched his head and joked, "Learn and abuse your private power."

Cheng Yan covered his head, followed Song Yu's footsteps, straightened his waist and walked out the door.

When sweeping the car, Song Yu didn't let him sweep more, saying that it was enough for the two of them to sit. Cheng Yan said he liked the spaciousness, and Song Yu said, "Oh, sit on my lap, the thief will be spacious."

Cheng Yan blushed: "I won't sit on your lap."

Song Yu smiled, swept the shared battery car, and hooked Cheng Yan: "Come here, you can sit down."

Han Cang and the strange boy had already cleaned the car and pushed the car out. Cheng Yan looked at them, scanned the code with his mobile phone, and refused, "No, I have my own hands."

"Three, two..." Song Yu dignified the countdown, and his voice seemed a little scary in the dark night.

Cheng Yan put back his phone, walked up to him obediently, smiled flatly, and said, "Sit down, sit down."

Song Yu carried him into the car. He sat behind Cheng Yan, holding the handle with his long hands and framing Cheng Yan. Although he could sit down, he was always a little crowded. He moved, and he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Isn't it as comfortable as a motorcycle?" Song Yu's voice sounded beside his ears, his warm breath pressed against Cheng Yan's skin, burning his throat tightly.

"Of course, the locomotive is spacious and cool," Cheng Yan tilted his head slightly: "Is it yours?"

Song Yu whispered: "No, my cousin's."

Cheng Yan asked curiously, "Why are you here?"

Song Yu said, "Sold it to me."

Cheng Yan didn't understand for a while, isn't this still his? But he doesn't care about that anymore.

"When can I experience it again?" Cheng Yan still remembered the feeling of riding a motorcycle. It was much more comfortable than other cars. If it weren't for the speed limit, he really wanted to go for a ride.

"It's easy," Song Yu said, "I'll take you for a ride this week."

"This weekend?"

"Um."

"Okay." Cheng Yan has already begun to look forward to it. He likes motorcycles, and he prefers to stay with Song Yu. The two things are carried out together, and he is very satisfied.

After arriving at the "Naikang" club from school, a few people got out of the car. Han Cang and others were about to go in, but Song Yu said to let them advance.

"I'm going to buy a pack of cigarettes," Song Yu said to Cheng Yan, "you follow me."

Cheng Yan followed him, no matter what others thought, whether Han Cang knew about his affair with Song Yu, he didn't need to be afraid, that was Song Yu's friend, Song Yu would deal with it.

There is a small supermarket at the entrance on the first floor. There is a supermarket. There is no need to ride a bike all the way. Song Yu took a pack of cigarettes and asked Cheng Yan what to eat.

"Ah me?" Cheng Yan looked around and said, "How about buying a bag of candy?"

I don't know what to eat, and I'm not hungry. After dinner, Song Yu is like raising a child. He came to the supermarket to buy cigarettes and asked him what he was eating.

However, he was very unsatisfactory, and he chose a package of candy like a child. It was not that he wanted to eat it by himself, and it was of no use.

Song Yu didn't ask him, let him choose.

Cheng Yan chose a package of mint-flavored candy, opened it, and put it in his pocket.

After leaving the supermarket, finally went to meet Han Cang and others.

"Brother Jiang will come too?" Cheng Yan asked while in the elevator.

"Well, he should be waiting." Song Yu replied.

Cheng Yan asked Han Cang, pretending to talk casually, and there was no communication. Cheng Yan was afraid that the game would be too dry: "Team Han, do you know Jiang Heng?"

Han Cang shook his head: "I don't know, I'm here to study, I'll be covered later."

Hearing what Han Cang said, Cheng Yan felt more comfortable, and he was good at joking. As long as the atmosphere was harmonious, everything else was trivial.

Song Yu said, "I'll know each other later."

After arriving at the billiards room, Cheng Yan met Jiang Heng, and he was already waiting. Besides Jiang Heng, there were many other people. The beautiful coach in the vest that he saw last time was also there. Cheng Yan treated him to him. There is a special impression, looked at it a few more times, so remembered it.

He is also wearing a vest today, and he should be the billiards coach of Naikang Gu.

"Come here!" As soon as they came in, the people on Jiang Heng's side exclaimed, and it was only a moment for a few people to stand up from leaning on the table.

"There are so many new faces." Jiang Heng came over to say hello to the people brought by Song Yu. Han Cang and the others became familiar with each other very quickly. Naturally, Cheng Yan already knew him, and he couldn't talk about anything after a few small talk. Come on, the progress of getting along starts with time and the same activity.

"How long have you waited?" Song Yu asked.

"Not for a while." Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan after saying that, "Long time no see."

Cheng Yan was familiar with him, so he responded more naturally: "Long time no see Brother Jiang."

His words were sweet and exciting, Jiang Heng chuckled and said, "Did you come to see me last time?"

Oh, at that time, Cheng Yan forgot all about it and said, "Yes."

Song Yu looked over and said, "What are you doing with him?"

Cheng Yan said in a panic: "It's just... a small matter, it's all right."

"I'm not here. I want to contact you later, but I don't have any news from you. I guess you shouldn't be in a hurry." Jiang Heng said, "Can we talk about this meeting?"

Song Yu is here, how could Cheng Yan ask about him? And he felt that there was no need to inquire any more about whether Song Yu had any psychological problems or the like.

He felt that Song Yu was very normal, just getting along recently.

"No," Cheng Yan waved his hand: "It has been resolved."

"Aren't you going to play yet? I'm desperate." A few boys behind him complained, as if they were expecting something.

Jiang Heng Chong Cheng Yan said: "By the way, they are all here for you today."

Cheng Yan wondered, "For me?"

Jiang Heng asked Song Yu, "You didn't tell him?"

Song Yu said, "I don't understand."

Jiang Heng rolled his eyes at him and said to Cheng Yan, "It's nothing, actually, we all know that you are good at football. No, the coach is here today, and everyone wants to join in the fun."

Cheng Yan looked at the coach and a few people behind Jiang Heng, all raising his chin and winking at him, which was really scary, if it were placed elsewhere, Cheng Yan would think they wanted to eat him.

Cheng Yan understood: "Play billiards."

"Well," Jiang Heng turned to greet the coach: "Coach, the opponent is here."

"He's still a good-looking kid," the coach came to Cheng Yan and said admiringly, "I heard that you are very good, would you like to try it with me?"

Jiang Heng helped: "It's boring for him to bring new people here every day, playing with the coach."

There is no need for Jiang Heng to talk too much, Song Yu has told him what he is here for today, Cheng Yan will not be so stingy, he is unwilling to perform, and the opponent is a billiards coach, this kind of opportunity to play with the coach is not many.

A man hands him the club.

Cheng Yan held it and said, "Just start?"

"What are you waiting for?" Jiang Heng asked.

Cheng Yan went to see Song Yu, and that's how it started? Song Yu nodded to him, then walked to the pool table, bent over to support the table, touched the ball, and didn't know who he was saying: "Be merciful."

Cheng Yan and the coach came to the table together. People from Han Cang, Jiang Heng, and other customers gathered around. The atmosphere of the game was filled with excitement. After a good match, the feeling of tension and seriousness was vivid.

"What are you playing? Nine balls, black eights, or snooker?" Everyone actually said that they would start directly, and the atmosphere was rendered enough. Cheng Yan did not hesitate and entered the theme.

The coach's eyes lit up: "Snooker?"

Cheng Yan pressed the tip of his tongue against his teeth and said, "I'm not very precise, I've learned a little bit."

Having competed with Cheng Yan, Jiang Heng, who always felt that the other party was unfathomable, dismantled the platform and said, "Guess I believe it or not?"

Cheng Yan smiled pleasantly.

The coach didn't know what riddles the two were playing, so he said, "Conditions don't allow, hit the eighth."

There are several types of billiards, Chinese eight-ball, American nine-ball, and English snooker. The playing methods are different, the rules are different, and the difficulty is different, from the table, the cue, the ball, to the hole. There are many choices, but the most popular ones in China are the nine balls and the eight in the middle. Snooker is rarely touched by people, because the threshold is high and the difficulty is high. It is always the game that most professional or high-level people will choose.

In fact, Song Yu doesn't know whether Cheng Yan will play snooker or not. He has never seen him play snooker. Such descriptions are not accurate enough. It should be said that he does not know how high Cheng Yan's level is. , don't know what kind of work Cheng Yan has done on billiards. His skills are very deep, and he can't figure it out, which makes people look forward to it.

I haven't seen him wandering around in the billiards room on weekdays, but his skills are at a level beyond the reach of ordinary people. It's not realistic to attribute these to talents, because the test of the billiard table is not only whether the game is accurate or not. , it's more about whether you can clear the ball or deploy.

This requires strong logical thinking ability and comprehension ability, offensive ability, and defensive ability, which are tested at the same time.

If basketball is a game of teamwork, then billiards is the perfect test of individual ability.

That's how the game started.

According to the rules on the billiard table, the right to serve is for both sides to hit the same ball. In the end, the ball hits the bank, and the landing point of the roundabout is closest to the side bank on the side of the tee line. Who decides the right to serve, but in the entertainment bureau, Cheng Yan Not wanting to be too disciplined, they gave each other humility. In the end, Cheng Yan was too embarrassed to refuse again and kicked the ball first.

The ball is played very gently in one hand, and the distance between the balls is quite large, which provides a good environment for the attack of the next ball.

"What's the use of the gentleness of the ball?" Jiang Heng's experience: "Coach, don't put it away, this kid will become tough after a while."

Cheng Yan touched the back of his head and said innocently, "How can there be."

The coach believed it to be true: "Really? Then I'm welcome."

"Don't," Cheng Yan said, "Coach, be merciful."

He let people show mercy, but he didn't.

Cheng Yan played a gentle ball, and then stood aside to watch the coach solve the ball. The environment was very good, and the game was not complicated. The coach showed his professionalism with his first shot. on.

He likes to watch others play billiards, just like chess is not as interesting as watching from the sidelines. Cheng Yan admires the coach's elegant figure. The charm of a mature man lies in his composure and poise everywhere. Apart from his face, this coach also has a good figure. Very good, Cheng Yan put his mind in the wrong place for a while and unconsciously looked at other people's waists.

"It's your turn." Someone reminded.

Cheng Yan held the pole, stunned, and said, "Oh."

Song Yu squinted and asked, "What are you doing?"

Cheng Yan wouldn't say what he was doing. He bent down, hit the cue ball with his cue, and responded, "Nothing."

His figure is incomparable to that of the coach, one is elegant and the other is youthful. It has to be said that Song Yu likes Cheng Yan's attitude most when he plays, with the frivolity of a teenager, very charming.

When Cheng Yan bends down to play, the collarbone at the neckline is always exposed. His eyes are sharp, whichever ball he shoots, his aggression will come out. Usually Cheng Yan does not have such a flamboyant charm. He is a child who likes to eat sugar, so when he is lying on the table, he looks like a lying wolf dog.

It's just too pale skin.

The collarbone should be reflective, and if there is a trace on it, it will be too tempting.

Song Yu's throat was slightly itchy, and Cheng Yan in front of him had already straightened his waist.

He didn't score this goal, so many people were expecting his performance tonight, but the first shot was slightly inferior to the coach, and the loss belonged to others. Cheng Yan himself stood on the other side with nothing to do.

The coach sent another ball into the storage and said aloud, "Don't keep it."

Cheng Yan smiled: "No."

When he got to Cheng Yan again, he had this ball confiscated, and he hastily judged the distance and angle between the next two balls, and then the route to the library side. With a bang, the two balls collided with each other, one ball slammed straight into the hole, one ball hit the library and then walked around, hit the other ball, and then fell into the bag with another "dong" sound.

"Crazy."

"Seriously, seriously."

The audience made a commotion. It was just two balls. Cheng Yan didn't understand why they reacted so much, but it's not difficult to understand when thinking in a different position. For example, this ball is equivalent to a three-pointer on a basketball court?

"It's something," the coach said. "It's gotta be serious."

Jiang Heng said, "I said it long ago."

Cheng Yan glanced at Jiang Heng, Jiang Heng gestured with his hand and pointed to his eyes, indicating that I know what your kid is doing.

Ah... it was dismantled, what should do? Opposite is the coach, and so many people are watching, whether it is out of respect for the coach's work or the drama of the game, he can't come up and perform a clearing of the stage, right?

Just like filming a TV series, there are always ups and downs for the audience to find it interesting.

Both sides hit the ball separately. Chinese billiards are not as complicated as snooker. It takes several hours or more to end a round. Normal Chinese billiards (referring to most people playing) can end in about eight minutes and ten minutes. A set, if it is a high-level player, it can be finished in five minutes, and a coach and a player who can clear the table have played for three minutes and have not yet reached the end, there is only one possibility, these two people deliberately.

They said don't keep it, in fact, both sides have preserved their strength. Except for Cheng Yan's shot, there is nothing surprising. The people at the table are shouting to see the difficult ones, and let the coach perform it. The coach didn't hide it anymore. It was a jump shot. The crowd sighed with regret, because the jump shot was made, but the ball made a mistake and failed to score.

"Cheng Yan, come on." Jiang Heng called his name for the first time, and he was so kind.

Cheng Yan yelled at him: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Heng said, "Will there be a jump shot?"

Cheng Yan bent down, aimed at the bottom of the white ball, and with a violent force, a competitive billiards played a trick, the outcome was not important, and suddenly it was a test of who of the two had more skills.

"So?" Cheng Yan's jump shot made no mistakes and hit the target ball successfully, followed by cheering cheers.

After a sigh of sigh, many pairs of eyes flowed on Cheng Yan. In the billiards room, he was the protagonist that people could not ignore.

The jump shot was made, but the next shot was not easy to understand. Everyone looked at the game, and someone pointed to a dead corner ball by the hole and said, "How do you play this?"

Cheng Yan didn't want to hit that ball originally, his next shot was to clear the 6th ball, but someone asked, he didn't mind telling him.

"Dead corner, you must not hit it, you have to control it," Cheng Yan wiped his club head with gun powder, bent down, and set his eyes on the ball on the right side of the dead corner, "This one is very good."

The words fell, a ball went out, and a straight line was formed. The untouched dead-corner ball was hit into the hole, and there was no room for suspense. Everyone looked up at Cheng Yan, sharper than the scout's eyes.

"Aren't you really from the Taiwan Association?" This sharp question was the voice of many people, and the boys pushed and said it was a good question.

Cheng Yan said: "Dead corner kicks are easy to solve, you can judge the route well, and you can basically score without making mistakes."

"You're joking." Someone asked, "Coach, is he right?"

The coach on the side shook his head: "Half and half, you have to be up to the standard. How long have you been playing billiards?"

Even the coach was surprised. This boy is not very old. He has brought so many people. There are many people in the billiard room every day. The students are still office workers. His feeling... as if he had been trained in the Taiwan Association since he was a child. If he played well, he would be more professional.

"The cue I touched when I was in sixth grade." Cheng Yan said truthfully, he and Zhao Yibai got to know some junior high school students, and together they learned about billiards and learned a little bit.

The coach narrowed his eyes and said, "You...really don't you think about developing in this direction?"

Cheng Yan was a little dazed, why did he suddenly say this, Cheng Yan said, "I didn't think about it."

Song Yu asked the coach on the side, "What do you think the coach thinks?"

Cheng Yan didn't know why Song Yu asked this, he looked at the coach honestly.

"I think he's very talented," the coach said.

After finishing speaking, the coach looked at Cheng Yan again: "Hey, handsome guy, try it? I have people from the Taiwan Association, and the Taiwan Association has always attached great importance to the training of young people. The country is now advocating billiards, which is very developed. of."

"Damn it, try it," everyone suddenly became lively and said to Cheng Yan, "China Taiwan Association, little brother."

How did the situation suddenly develop in a direction that he did not understand? Cheng Yan went to see Song Yu, and Song Yu was looking at him calmly, as if this was the purpose, and this was the key to tonight's event.

Cheng Yan was a little unprepared, and didn't answer abruptly: "Professionals shouldn't be very good..."

"Try to find out," the coach picked up the ball, and everyone had left the game behind: "It's going to fall soon, and there will be a few big games to start. If you're interested, find some good ballrooms to go to. To sign up for a billiard match in the province, start by playing the game, try it out step by step, and develop it further if you can.”

Someone asked: "Can't Naikang?"

The coach said: "Nikang can't do it. It's not a professional ball room. We are better here. I suggest you go to the Black Eight Zone. That ball hall is quite professional and qualified for registration."

"I'll think about it." Cheng Yan said in a trance, why did he stop talking about it all of a sudden, the discussion stopped just like that, everyone gathered to ask the coach something, and Cheng Yan walked to the sofa to the side and sat down.

He held his chin and looked at Song Yu who was approaching him.

Song Yu came to him and said, "Is it interesting?"

Cheng Yan released his hands and looked up at him. The lights in the billiard room were bright, and Song Yu's outline was clear.

"Is this your purpose?" Cheng Yan asked, "I didn't ask you why, including the last time you asked me to win against Jiang Heng, so...you want them to know me?"

Song Yu shook his head, squatted down in front of him, with his wrists on his knees, Song Yu raised his head to look at this confused little face, and said sincerely: "This is not the purpose, Jiang Heng is the one with the best skills here, I Let you beat him, just to test your strength, you can beat Jiang Heng effortlessly, I can't see your strength, and this coach is different, he has participated in billiards games before, and he has seen If you can play with him, it means that your skills have reached the level of playing games, but he should not be as good as you. He only became a coach here when he lost the game. It was meant to be a career development.”

"Why?" Cheng Yan looked at Song Yu: "Why do you suddenly want me to play billiards?"

Song Yu said: "No reason, I just like the way you play billiards, and I don't know what you want to do. What I can do is to help you find a way for you to develop together."

He still remembered that Cheng Yan said that he had no dreams. Song Yu didn't think he had to have dreams, but people can have no dreams. It is best to have a direction. He didn't want Cheng Yan to be confused. A long, ordinary person who can't make waves anywhere, on the contrary, he has infinite possibilities.

"So... do you still think I won't develop in basketball?" Cheng Yan asked pitifully, this is a path he doesn't really want to take, but has to take.

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Song Yu asked.

No need for an answer, Cheng Yan knew that he was going to be vicious soon, so he didn't humiliate himself. He looked up at the group of people, the coach was still looking at him, Cheng Yan lowered his head and said, "I don't know if I can do it myself."

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Song Yu said, "The coach said you can do it, and I think you can."

He was a little happy to be recognized on the billiards. Cheng Yan also wanted to hear Song Yu's compliments. He calmed down for a while, and after thinking about it, he said, "Then this year... I'll go take a look?"

"Yeah." Song Yu smiled gratified, stood up, took his hand, pulled the person up, and asked, "Do you still want to play?"

Cheng Yan said, "Are you still fighting with the coach?"

Song Yu hesitated and said, "Farewell, he can't beat you."

Although Cheng Yan was happy to hear his compliment, he still had to keep it. Cheng Yan said, "How do you know? It's not over yet."

"I just know," Song Yu looked into his eyes, "at least Naikangli, no one can beat you."

Cheng Yan said, "Well then."

Song Yu said, "Let's go, teach the Korean team to go."

So, Cheng Yan was teaching Han Cang to play billiards in the following time. He didn't dare to say anything about basketball skills. Cheng Yan still had a say in billiards.

Han Cang had touched billiards before, but he was still unfamiliar with it. Cheng Yan explained the rules of snooker and black eight. teacher's approval.

"Am I still good?" Han Cang asked for praise.

"Very good," Cheng Yan was not stingy at all, "Team Han, you are very smart."

Han Cang laughed and became even more excited.

The coach stood aside, asked Cheng Yan, watched Han Cang play, and said, "I didn't have a good time this time, next time we'll be together? Take off this vest and have fun with you."

"Okay," Cheng Yan said, "but the vest can be worn. I think coach, you show off your figure in the vest."

The coach looked down at himself and smiled.

Except for Han Cang and the coach talking around Cheng Yan, no one else was idle. The boy Han Cang brought over also wanted to play a game with Cheng Yan, and the others were also making an appointment. Their purpose was to play a game after all. , or want to watch another game, only they know it in their own hearts.

Cheng Yan was surrounded and couldn't care about Song Yu for a while.

Song Yu didn't stand there and looked at him, but sat far away, watching Cheng Yan talking to Han Cang, and then bent down from time to time, revealing that delicate collarbone and sharp eyes, the curvature of his bent, his fingers in the The distance of the clubs, each, each is causing the fire in Song Yu's heart to burn.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Heng took a glass of water and handed it to Song Yu. His condition was not very good.

"It's okay." Song Yu took the water cup.

Jiang Heng looked at Cheng Yan in the distance, lowered his head and cared about Song Yu: "You haven't been quite right since he just played, do you need me to do something?"

do something? If others were useful, Song Yu would not feel uncomfortable at all.

Song Yu shook his head: "No need."

Jiang Heng sighed and sat down beside him, Song Yu's eyes were scarlet, and there were blue veins on the hand holding the water glass.

"You seem to be getting more and more unstable," Jiang Heng said. "You have to tell him about it."

"He will be afraid." Song Yu said, "Don't say it."

Jiang Heng frowned: "But I think he is the cause..."

"No," Song Yu squeezed the water glass tightly, staring at Jiang Heng coldly, "it has nothing to do with him."

His breathing was a little unstable, but Jiang Heng was helpless, "You can't control yourself even more after being with him, which is not a good thing."

The figure in the distance was pinned in his scarlet pupils, Song Yu put down the water cup, folded his hands, the blood rolled, clamoring for him to do something dangerous, he longed for bright red human blood, longing for someone to breathe in pain , he looked at the man who irritated him, but also calmed his restlessness.

"Brother Jiang, call him here, thank you." Song Yu lowered his head and put his hands on his forehead.

Jiang Heng patted his shoulder and said worriedly, "Be careful, don't hurt him."

"No," Song Yu folded his hands on his lips, and said with fiery eyes, "I just want to kiss him."