Chapter 77

The basketball game is just around the corner.

The training in the school team has become tense. Cheng Yan and Song Yu have not had much time to meet recently. Together with Zhou Xikuo, they are busy with the joint school competition. The rest of the team is slack in training. Those who didn't participate couldn't raise the spirit of training, and those who participated were too busy to live. There was another kind of person like Cheng Yan who trained obediently, recognized his strength, and worked hard in silence.

"Cheng Yan, do you and Zhou Xikuo know each other?" An elder saw that he was training alone and came to ask him, Cheng Yan also knew this person, he was called Ye or something, and he was quite powerful.

"I know." Cheng Yan held the ball and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"This kid has a future," Ye Qingjian said, "usually keep an eye on him."

Cheng Yan was at a loss. He didn't know what the other party asked him to stare at Zhou Xikuo. He knew Zhou Xikuo, but he didn't know him very well. Ye Qingjian looked at him blankly, smiled, and said something irrelevant: "The vice team treats you well."

What does this mean? Cheng Yan didn't answer recklessly, the other party didn't continue to talk, he snapped his fingers, asked him to train well, and left in front of Cheng Yan.

Usually...he didn't behave too well with Song Yu, right? There is not much communication between the two people in the school team, why does the other party say that? Did you see something tricky?

Cheng Yan didn't get an answer, and didn't get into it. He left the arena after training.

I did two exam papers in the evening self-study, and Cheng Yan felt that he was a lot more attentive now. In the past, the evening self-study was just a mess. Ever since the old class said that they could prepare for the college entrance examination, an inexplicable sense of responsibility was overwhelmed.

"Yibai, go online at night."

"Which one?"

"It's still that one."

"Just us?"

"Zhang Teng is going too."

Cheng Yan listened to Guan Di and Zhao Yibai talking. He sat quietly in his seat. He couldn't participate in these things. side.

What are you doing?

After he sent the message, he secretly glanced at the podium and the window to make sure that the surrounding environment was safe, and then Cheng Yan cast his eyes on the phone again.

Song Yu [do the question];

Cheng Yan looked at the screen with a smile that he didn't even notice.

——You are about to take the college entrance examination. Have you decided which school to apply for?

He hadn't talked to Song Yu about this, but now he suddenly remembered it, because he always thought that Song Yu would go the sports route, he always saw him in the school team, and always forgot that he was a school tyrant.

Song Yu [everything is OK];

What is the answer?

- What is it? Don't you want to go by yourself? Or your grades, mock tests, etc., which school can you go to, right?

Song Yu [Want to know? Come see me after school. ];

Cheng Yan was telling him seriously, why did he suddenly make this request? Cheng Yan laughed and was heard by others.

Cheng Yan shook his head and replied to Song Yu.

- Where am I going to meet you?

Song Yu [dormitory];

don't want.

Song Yu [Are you still afraid? ];

Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes.

what?

Song Yu [Wasn't you afraid last time? ];

He actually knew!

he knows!

Was he that obvious last time? Cheng Yan still felt embarrassed when he thought about it, he didn't say anything, why did Song Yu know... He really decided not to go to his dormitory because of fear.

Cheng Yan died with a hard mouth.

I do not have.

Song Yu [Then I will wait for you in the dormitory];

Song Yu would always have a way to treat him. After he sent this sentence, he didn't reply to him. Cheng Yan became anxious and said with a guilty conscience:

- I'll wait for you downstairs.

Song Yu didn't bother him anymore, she made an OK expression, and the matter was settled.

Cheng Yan put down his mobile phone and immersed himself in the paperwork. Tomorrow, the old class will be shocked. Cheng Yan's paper is not blank anymore.

Staring at tonight's masterpiece, Cheng Yan was very satisfied.

At the end of the evening self-study, Cheng Yan first went back to the dormitory, put his things down, and then waited for Song Yu downstairs. He really should have gone up this time, because there was no one else in Song Yu's dormitory, and there was no one like last time in the corridor. Boys smoking together.

Cheng Yan followed Song Yu upstairs, went to his bedroom, closed the door, looked at the empty room, and asked, "Where are the people in your bedroom?"

Song Yu threw the key on the desk: "Two are studying, two are going to take a bath, and one is going to see his partner."

"Oh, yes, you are about to take the college entrance examination." Cheng Yan didn't want to think about it. After the college entrance examination, he would no longer see Song Yu, at least not as often as he is now.

Song Yu took him to his place and let him sit. Cheng Yan was visiting his bedroom for the first time. He looked at the books and computers on the table and observed the atmosphere in the bedroom. Deliberately decorated, unlike the desks of the two classmates at the door, it is very atmospheric. Song Yu's bed and table are the original arrangement of the dormitory.

"Someone came to talk to me in the afternoon," Cheng Yan recounted: "You know the veteran of your school team, called Ye or something."

"Ye Qingjian?"

"probably."

Song Yu asked, "What happened to him?"

Cheng Yan shook his head: "It's nothing, just ask me if I know Zhou Xikuo. The Korean team also asked me before. You seem to be very interested in Zhou Xikuo."

Song Yu took the roommate's chair, turned it around, put it on Cheng Yan's side, sat next to him and said, "How do you say, the team is going to take him, isn't our current session coming to an end? Next time? The candidates for the captaincy are already being prepared."

Cheng Yan's eyes lit up: "Ah? That means... Zhou Xikuo has also become your candidate?"

"Well, that's right, I'm still learning about these things. Team Han and Susu are in charge of these things. I'm sorry I can't give you more detailed information."

Cheng Yan didn't care, but was quite surprised, "So that's the case."

Song Yudao: "Do you care about him?"

Cheng Yan shook his head: "No, I thought he had done something, and all of a sudden I was asking him."

Fortunately, that's the good side.

Cheng Yan raised his hand and noticed the corners of Song Yu's eyes. He touched it and slid his fingers over Song Yu's eye circles, "Why do you have dark circles? Didn't sleep well last night?"

Song Yu took his hand and held it in his hand, like rubbing a sponge, "Well, I haven't slept well recently, and I've been having nightmares."

Cheng Yan frowned: "What's wrong?"

It is said that if you are thinking every day and dreaming at night, if a person is always dreaming or has nightmares, then there must be a problem with sleep, and problems may also occur in daily life. Even if it is not revealed, there should be some emotional fluctuations.

"It's nothing, it's a trivial matter." Song Yu held his wrist, looked at Cheng Yan and said, "Didn't you ask me which school I want to go to?"

Cheng Yan nodded: "Well, have you made up your mind?"

Song Yudao: "Two, I haven't made a decision yet. My mother wants me to take the Harvard exam. There is someone in our family over there, and she wants me to go there too."

Cheng Yan's hand paused, this was an obvious move, Song Yu glanced at him, Cheng Yan said, "Do you like America?"

"What do you like or dislike?"

Cheng Yan blinked and said stiffly: "I'm sorry, I mean... Do you want to go to Harvard? I heard that the admission rate of Harvard is very low, it seems to be only 4%, I'm not saying you can't pass the test, I am Say...if I don't pass the exam, will I waste a place..."

"I didn't say I was going," Song Yu interrupted him, "I don't plan to go abroad, and I won't necessarily pass the test."

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes.

Song Yu continued: "I just want to talk to you about the second choice. I want to go to a school in our own country. I want to ask you, Shanghai and Beijing, which do you think is better? Or which do you prefer?"

Cheng Yan was unprepared and was asked abruptly. He thought for a moment and said instinctively, "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

Song Yu said: "Nothing, answer me first, where would you choose to work in the future, or the city you want to live in?"

"Will it affect your choice of school? If so, don't ask me."

"No, it's okay, just answer me properly."

Cheng Yan was relieved: "It's all right, Beijing... It's a little far from us, if you have to choose Shanghai, it's better."

For Cheng Yan, there is not much difference between these two places. They are both cities with fierce competition. Shanghai is also known as the "Magic Capital". When think about it, it is full of impressions of drunken fans. But if you choose between these two cities , he still chooses Shanghai, not for anything else, but the city is closer, and it is easier to meet with family members.

"Can you tell me the reason?" Song Yu asked him.

"There's no reason, I just think it's closer to us." Cheng Yan truthfully said that he still runs too little. If he walks more and learns more about these two cities, he may be able to give a better answer. It's just an instinctive choice that doesn't know anything.

"Okay, I understand." Song Yu said.

Cheng Yan didn't know what he understood, but that was the end of the matter. After talking for a while, the people in their dormitory came back after about half an hour.

The two walked into the dormitory, threw something on the table, "pat", then stretched and said, "I'm exhausted."

After speaking, I found out that there were other people in the dormitory. A boy said, "Does Song Ye have friends?"

Cheng Yan became embarrassed when he saw the person coming back, and said in a low voice, "Then I'll go back first..."

Song Yu didn't agree, but pressed Cheng Yan's wrist, motioned him to sit down, stood up, and Song Yu went out: "Chenyang, the Haiyan Xiaobei you bought, throw me one."

The boy called Chenyang threw one to him.

Song Yu opened the packaging bag, returned to Cheng Yan, and handed it to him: "Try it."

Cheng Yan took it over: "What?"

Song Yu said: "Just eat it, try it if it's delicious."

The outer layer is a reddish-brown powder, and the inside is a chocolate filling. It melts in your mouth. You can take a bite of sea salt, but it is not really salty. Absolutely satisfied.

"Is it tasty?"

Cheng Yan didn't take a big bite, and he could still see the flowing alcohol-filled chocolate. He nodded and said, "It's delicious."

Song Yu laughed and wiped the powder on his lips with the back of his hand, "I bought two boxes, the courier should arrive tomorrow, remember to pick it up."

Cheng Yan stood up: "Ah? Why did you buy so much?"

Song Yudao: "There are so many people in the dormitory, one box won't last long."

"You bought it for me?"

"I don't like to eat." Song Yu said.

Cheng Yan had nothing to say. He was a little surprised. He didn't know that Song Yu had bought something for him again, and he made the order first without asking him, just because he thought it was delicious...

"What's the matter?" Song Yu said: "I can also help you to the door, if you want me to appear in front of your bedroom door."

Cheng Yan didn't try to hide from Song Yu, but there was Guan Di in their dormitory. Seeing him and Song Yu standing next to each other, he kept asking questions.

"Thank you..." Cheng Yan didn't know what to say, it was a little inappropriate to say nothing at the moment, and it seemed too alienated to say too much, so he could only say that.

Song Yu's hand slipped over his chin: "Thank you."

He prepared hot water for him, because although this thing is delicious, it is easy to be thirsty and too dry.

——

Cheng Yan came back from Song Yu, Guan Di and the others had already come back online, and asked where Cheng Yan was, Cheng Yan said that he had been outside for a while.

He didn't stay too long when he came back to the bedroom. He found something in the drawer, took it and went out.

Guan Di was gone as soon as he turned around.

"Cheng Yan?" Guan Di turned around, but couldn't find the target, and asked, "Where are the others?"

Qu Tao had just finished taking a shower, wiped his hair and responded, "Just went out."

Guan Di turned around, clicked the mouse, and said to himself, "I just wanted to tell him about Wang Weimo."

The name suddenly exploded into a group of people, with voices from all directions, and even Zhang Teng, who finally went to bed early, stuck his head out: "Who? Wang Weimo? What happened to her?"

Guan Di said calmly, "She likes Cheng Yan."

Everyone: "..."

Guan Di pointed to a few people: "You don't know?"

Qu Tao threw the towel around his neck: "Damn it, there's no reason for Cheng Yan to be single."

——

At this moment, Cheng Yan, who Qu Tao said should not be single, was sitting downstairs on a concrete road in the dead of night.

In his hand he was holding a small, shapeless peach mustache.

Rubbing against the ground, rubbing repeatedly.

This is an unhurried, long-term and patient thing. He is not a patient person, but he does not dare to be sloppy about this matter. With the short time left, he was afraid that when Song Yu left the school, he would not be able to finish it.

But he can only worry in his heart, the movements of his hands are not sloppy, grind it twice, pick it up and take a look to see if there is any unevenness in the corners, if the bottom is smoothed, if there is any crookedness.

The figure under the street lamp is not very clear, the huddled body is hidden in the dim light, the moonlight and the light are gentle.

The boy's figure is flustered, his heart is frantic, his movements are careful, and his back is lonely, but he does not need to be lively, and he no longer desires it. There is a sense of stability in his heart, which is slowly precipitating, urging him to become a better lover and a better lover. people.

He had full confidence in him and had infinite expectations for their future.

He loves what he does in the moment, and he loves the specific people of the moment.