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Chapter 87
Chapter 87
The time to meet Song Yu is getting less and less. The two have basically never met in private since that night. Cheng Yan didn't want to disturb Song Yu sprinting for the college entrance examination. Song Yu also cared about the results of this college entrance examination. Yan himself is also busy, reviewing and competitions are enough to fill his life.
Cheng Yan quit the basketball team after promising Song Yu to use his talents After leaving, no one could understand, and they all speculated whether Cheng Yan was bullied in the school team.
Cheng Yan said no, he just couldn't keep up.
In the first few days after quit, everyone saw Cheng Yan and asked about quitting the school team. It has only gotten better recently, and no one cares so much about this matter.
But they found another abnormal place, Cheng Yan was reviewing! review! Even the old class said he was taken away.
Everyday life has become three o'clock and one line, billiard hall, classroom, dormitory, and Cheng Yan, who doesn't even go home on weekends, has been called by his mother how many times to remind him that he is still in high school, if he is going to college , Haven't you forgotten that you still have a home?
"No, Mom, I've been really busy lately."
"What are you busy with?"
"A lot of things, I will go back this week, can I tell you later?" Cheng Yan looked up at the store's plaque.
"As you said, if I don't come back this week, I'll have to go to the south of the city to beat you." Mom threatened, and her resentment was deep.
Cheng Yan smiled and said, "Okay, I will definitely go back."
After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yan pushed open the door and walked in. The plaque on the "Black Eight Zones" is still in Song Dynasty, which is very old-fashioned. The two glass doors can see the elegant interior. The classical-style decoration inside is attractive. This is the first time he has been to the professional golf room. Every table, club, and ball on the table is standard in the spacious room. , There is a uniformed receptionist at the bar, and when someone comes in, he stands up, smiles and nods.
"Hello."
The image of the front desk is gentle and the voice is pleasant, such as the professional code behind, which provides customers with an excellent environment, professional equipment and services.
"Hello," Cheng Yan covered the bar with one hand, "I want to ask, is it possible to sign up for the provincial billiards game here?"
"Yes, that's right, are you here to sign up? Which one are you going to sign up for?"
"This year's fall preliminaries."
"Okay," the front desk took out a pen and paper and a form, "please fill in your information."
Cheng Yan took the pen and paper, and filled in his contact information, home address, name, and age.
"I'm just an adult," the front desk looked at the registration form and asked with a soft smile, "Are you still in school?"
"Well, the second year of high school." Cheng Yan replied.
"Have you participated in a competition before?"
"No, this is the first time." If he hadn't heard of it, Cheng Yan would not have known that he could sign up here.
The front desk lady said: "Then I need to tell you about the process. Our side is one of the most professional golf clubs in the province. There are ten registration qualifications. The registration form filled in now does not represent the final result. Before participating in the competition, the Black Eight will hold three competitions by itself, and through these three competitions, the last ten winners can participate in the provincial preliminaries, understand?"
Cheng Yan nodded: "Then when will these three games be held?"
"It is written below the registration form. We will also send you a text message two days before the weekly competition if you fill out the registration form. You can show up here at that time. If it does not appear, it will be regarded as an automatic waiver and you will be eligible for registration. It will also be invalid, and no second registration is possible, please also know.”
"Okay, thank you." Cheng Yan returned the completed registration form.
"I hope you are lucky. If you are selected, there will be bonuses. We are not stingy, and the boss is very generous."
Cheng Yan smiled. He wasn't very persistent about bonuses, but something was better than nothing. He nodded, thanked the front desk, and left the professional club.
After leaving the ballroom, Zhao Yibai called him.
Ask him where he went.
Cheng Yan: "Go back immediately."
He didn't tell Zhao Yibai much, but now he can calm down and do everything in his hands seriously. This time, it's not a joke, but the seriousness of the future.
Cheng Yan went back to school. A few people skipped class in the evening self-study. Today is the English teacher watching the class. The English teacher is not strict with him. Many students are not afraid of him. Zhao Yibai didn't go to the Internet cafe, and stayed in the classroom to sleep.
After he woke up, he saw that Cheng Yan was still doing the quiz. He was a little surprised. He poked his back and said, "Is it fun?"
Cheng Yan puzzled: "What?"
Zhao Yibai looked at the textbook spread out on his desk, "Title."
Cheng Yan picked up the pen and said, "It's very boring."
Zhao Yibai: "Do you still do it?"
Cheng Yan said: "Too much time has been wasted, and there is not much time left for me."
"Is it because of Song Yu?" Zhao Yibai raised his chin and asked, "He is about to take the college entrance examination, and it has affected you."
"No, no," Cheng Yan said, "if he passes the test, it is his future, and if I pass the test, it is my future. It doesn't matter if he does well in the future, and he controls his own destiny."
Cheng Yan said soberly that the book in his hand was from junior high school, not from the past two years. Some things had to be made up for, and he needed to use previous reference books. Book?"
Zhao Yibai said as he should: "How could I have it? You can ask Li Xiaoxiao, I think a few people in the front row will have it."
Cheng Yan looked around, and the top students in their class were all in the first three rows.
"But speaking of it, what are you going to do?" Cheng Yan said, "Don't you want to work hard?"
"Me?" Zhao Yibai pointed at himself, "Stop joking, I'm not like you, I really don't read books."
He grew up with Cheng Yan. Many things that Cheng Yan is good at are not good for Zhao Yibai. He feels that he is just an ordinary person. Cheng Yan is still different from him. He is very smart and has a solid foundation, but he has never used it in business, and what about himself? He has not laid a solid foundation since he was a child, which makes it difficult for him to learn now.
The nine-year compulsory education, sprinting in the last year, is basically impossible to win. After missing so many years of knowledge, suddenly making up for it is just deceptive. If you want to really turn the tide, either you have the same foundation as Cheng Yan, It's quick to make up, or you just pray that you get all the questions in the college entrance examination, and the last one is left, and that's a miracle.
Obviously, these three kinds of Zhao Yibai are not available, and many people in the school do not have them, so those who are sleeping a lot now, and those who go out to the Internet to skip classes are all like Zhao Yibai, knowing that they are not saved.
"I can accompany you," Cheng Yan said, "I'm just making up for the past. We're together, what's the problem..."
"Don't, don't, brother, please, please, just toss yourself, don't try to save me," Zhao Yibai made a prayer gesture: "Let go of my nine-leaning fish."
Everyone has their own choices. Although their minds are not particularly mature now, they should know the importance of the college entrance examination. Whether they are willing to work hard or not is their own choice. Pursuing goals, such as Song Yu, some people may have to wait until after entering the society, in the difficult job search, in the suppression of life, to regret not working hard.
Outsiders can't persuade the latter. First bitter and then sweet and first sweet and then bitter have always been choices that can only be decided by oneself.
Talking is useless.
After class, Cheng Yan went to ask Li Xiaoxiao to borrow materials. Li Xiaoxiao was very surprised and said with a smile, "The sun came out from the west?"
Cheng Yan said, "Well, is there any?"
Shen Yun on the side waved her arms high: "Look me! I have it! The third year of junior high, right? I'll bring it to you tomorrow."
Cheng Yan's problem was resolved and he said, "Thank you."
Passing by a male classmate's desk, Cheng Yan was stopped, and the male classmate whispered, "Does Shen Yun like you?"
Cheng Yan slapped him on the shoulder, "Don't talk nonsense."
The male classmates laughed.
At the end of the evening self-study, Zhang Teng and Guan Di had not come back. There were only three people in the dormitory, and Zhao Yibai had also come. He didn't go back today, saying he wanted to squeeze with Cheng Yan.
"You go to bed first." Cheng Yan spread the book on the table, and the others were startled. Did they bring the book back to the dormitory?
"Cheng Yan, are you playing inside scroll?" Qu Tao said in disbelief, the atmosphere of the dormitory suddenly went up a level, and he was a little afraid to let people do it.
"No," Cheng Yan couldn't explain it. Everyone saw his abnormal performance recently. At first, he thought he was hot for three minutes, but he was still the same after many days. Cheng Yan said, "The book I just found. ."
"A night of self-study isn't enough for you to make up for it?" Qu Tao picked up the book on the table and made a look of admiration: "In the words of the old class, you were really taken away, what happened? Which university did you go to? "
Zhao Yibai took the book back, threw it on the table, and said, "Go away."
Qu Tao laughed and took the basin and towel, ready to go to the bathroom.
Cheng Yan sat down and looked up at Zhao Yibai, "Did you bring any clothes? My water is stuck here, here, you go with them."
"I just want to see how crazy you can go." Zhao Yibai held the iron ladder beside him and looked at Cheng Yan with interest, "How charming is Song Yu, it can make you a bandit turn his back on his wrongdoing. "
Cheng Yan smiled at him without refuting, and said happily, "It's amazing."
Zhao Yibai snapped his fingers, "Okay, I lost to you, work hard, I hope to see your name on the Qingbei list."
"I also hope that there will be smoke from my ancestral grave." Cheng Yan responded, and Zhao Yibai went out with his things. Studying is very boring and tedious, but once you have a goal, your future vision will offset your exhaustion at the moment.
After Zhao Yibai went out, Song Yu just called and there was no third person in the dormitory, so Cheng Yan answered.
"Hey."
The number of meetings has become less and less, and the mobile phone has become an indispensable means of contact between the two. The evening self-study in the third year of high school is a little longer than that of other grades. Song Yu is not over yet.
"Have you returned to the bedroom?"
Because of the decrease in the number of meetings, even Cheng Yan cherished his voice. He leaned on the chair and replied, "I'm back."
Song Yudao: "I just went to self-study last night."
Cheng Yan looked at the time, it was almost eleven o'clock, "You haven't come back yet?"
Song Yudao: "I'm on the road now, I'm very tired."
"Oh," Cheng Yan reported, "I'll tell you something, I'm going to sign up for the billiards game today. I don't know if I'll be selected. I have to play the match in the ballroom first, and the top ten will be eligible."
"When is the game?"
"At the end of the month, I see that the registration form says the first one will be on the 29th."
"29," Song Yu thought for a while, "I might not have time that day."
"It's okay, I'll go by myself."
"What? I'll accompany you." Song Yu's reason was: "In the first game, I'll follow you."
Cheng Yan wanted him to come, he wanted him to be there every game, just like Song Yu wanted Cheng Yan to be with him during his basketball games.
"Okay, one more thing to report," Cheng Yan said, "Zhao Yibai is sleeping with me today."
Cheng Yan didn't need to discuss this matter with Song Yu at first. He grew up with Zhao Yibai. After knowing each other for so long, he was no different from his own brother. Song Yu must have no objection to this matter. Knowing that Song Yu really cares.
Song Yu didn't reply immediately, but expressed his dissatisfaction with a rhetorical question: "Can't he share a bed with someone else?"
Cheng Yan was a little unresponsive, blinked, and explained, "He played with me the best."
"Don't know you have a partner?"
"But I have nothing to do with him. We are the kind of very pure and pure..."
"I don't want to listen anymore, I don't want to listen anymore."
Cheng Yan said anxiously, "Listen to me, it's really not..."
"Don't listen," Song Yu said, "come down."
"Ah?" Cheng Yan's thoughts couldn't keep up.
"Come down, I want to beat you."
Cheng Yan stood up obediently, cleaned up and said, "Okay."
Song Yu over there chuckled lightly: "Just kidding, come down and take you to a supper."
The corners of Cheng Yan's lips twitched, he opened the door and walked out, replying softly, "I know."