Chapter 91

Cheng Yan went back to the classroom and confronted Li Xiaoxiao with the papers. Later, the class bell rang and he returned to his seat. His mobile phone was hidden in the hole in the desk, and he forgot about Xu Yi, who was chatting with him. He studied peacefully in the evening, teacher Talking about papers.

Xu Yi's news was only replied to him by Cheng Yan at the end of the evening self-study. When he returned to the dormitory, there were already five or six unanswered messages on the screen of his mobile phone, all of which were from Xu Yi alone.

However, they were all not-so-important greeting messages. Cheng Yan asked him what he was doing to get the chat back on track.

Xu Yi [Is Boss Liu looking for you today? ];

Cheng Yan finally stopped hanging on to him [yes];

Xu Yi [He said you didn't agree, let me talk about it];

The two young people may have a common topic, and Xu Yi is direct enough, much better than Boss Liu, who likes to go around.

Cheng Yan [It's not that I don't agree, it's that it's not suitable for me to agree now. The national competition has not been played before the preliminary round. How can I agree to him so far? 】

Xu Yi paused for a little while [Didn't he say that he would give you free without entering the national competition? 】

Cheng Yan [I don't believe in the good thing about pie falling from the sky];

Xu Yi made a dumbfounded expression [You are really too defensive, it's alright, he won't go back on his word, I've known Boss Liu for so long, he's quite a businessman, but he also loves billiards, and he must be sincere in wanting to cooperate with you. . 】

Cheng Yan [Let's talk about it, I haven't finished the topic yet. 】

Does this drive people away? Xu Yi didn't expect that he wouldn't move him when he came, this person is really difficult to deal with.

Cheng Yan put away his mobile phone, wrote exercises at the desk, and stacked several books together. In the past and the present, everything was based on the basics, and he had to make up too much.

At first, everyone thought he was popular for three minutes, but after so long, Cheng Yan's determination was also seen, so everyone was not surprised. When they went back to the dormitory, they would see Fen Qing reading at night with the lights on, and Fen Pen in the classroom. For Jishu's classmates, Cheng Yan's perseverance is too exaggerated, so they don't understand what makes a person make such a determination.

"Cheng Yan, are you still learning?" Qu Tao stood behind him, and Zhang Teng, who was playing games next to him, turned his face, consciously lowered his voice, and spoke to his teammates.

"Huh? Are you sleeping? You can turn off the light, I have a night light myself."

"No," Qu Tao held his hands and stood beside him watching, "I'm not going to sleep now, you'll learn from yours, it's fine."

Cheng Yan smiled, turned around, stepped on the chair with both feet, turned the pen, and drew back and forth on the scratch paper.

"Your word..." Qu Tao said, "It's hard to describe in a single word."

Cheng Yan flipped through the book and replied indifferently, "It's always been like this, it sucks."

"Don't you all speak like a person?" Qu Tao couldn't figure it out, "How can it be so different?"

"There are always exceptions to everything, and I am the exception." He has practiced calligraphy, but he really can't. If he doesn't practice well, it may be that he couldn't calm down during that time, and he didn't practice well. The most important thing in calligraphy practice is to cultivate one's mind. With the attitude of coping, how can there be progress? So his writing is still not good-looking.

As he was writing, the phone rang and a call came. Cheng Yan looked up and saw Song Yu's name on the note. Qu Tao also saw it, patted Cheng Yan's shoulder meaningfully, and walked out consciously.

Cheng Yan put down his pen, took his mobile phone, and answered the phone. He bent over to find his shoes, put them on, and walked to the balcony.

"What are you doing?" Song Yu's voice was lazy.

"Come on," Cheng Yan heard the tiredness of his voice, "what are you doing?"

"Sleep, just woke up," Song Yu said, "I was very sleepy in the afternoon, but I slept until now, and I can't sleep at night."

Cheng Yan: "Anyway, you're not going to class now, just sleep."

Song Yu laughed: "I'll find you on the weekend."

Cheng Yan did not ask why, but said yes.

Now Song Yu came to him, and the two of them didn't go out to play. Song Yu came to accompany him to brush the questions. He always said that he would not arrange time and rest when he was studying. Cheng Yan brushed off his mental health.

But it is really better with him around, Cheng Yan won't feel too lonely, even if Song Yu doesn't speak, sitting next to him is also a kind of psychological comfort.

"Then you rest early, I won't disturb you," Song Yu said: "It's almost eleven o'clock, hurry up and go to bed, don't brush."

"Yeah." Cheng Yan replied obediently.

Song Yu told him to go to rest, but he didn't hang up immediately. Hearing Cheng Yan's soft voice, he said, "Do you miss me?"

Cheng Yan hummed again.

"Um what? Do you want to?"

"Think," Cheng Yan said while lying on the guardrail, complaining a bit, "Time is so slow."

Song Yu chuckled: "It's not that time is slow, it's that you are too anxious."

Cheng Yan admitted that he was in a hurry. He was anxious that he wanted to go to university now, and he wanted to step into the society, go to a new place, and meet him again.

"Calm down, I will come back to see you when I have time, it's only a year, it's very short."

"Okay." Cheng Yan agreed reluctantly. After Song Yu went to college, he didn't have so much time to come back to see him. He couldn't come back every week. He had to wait for a long vacation. happy.

"Then hang up, let's rest." Song Yu's college entrance examination has already passed, and now it is Cheng Yan who accepts the challenge. He can't waste too much time, he knows that the time now is very important to Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan said yes, after hanging up the phone, he didn't listen to Song Yu's words. Everyone fell asleep at night and still read at night, because he couldn't afford to gamble, he couldn't expect miracles, the goal was his own, and the future was His own, he must devote all his energy to winning this battle.

A month later, the final exam was held. Cheng Yan's final exam score had improved a lot. The head teacher praised him by name. Everyone was not surprised. This is his reward.

But Cheng Yan, who was holding the transcript, was not so happy. Many people around him said that he did well in the test, maybe he could get into a good school or something, but Cheng Yan was not satisfied. He can't always be at ease.

He has to go over the scoreline a lot to be sure.

His total grade of over six hundred made him very uneasy. He had worked hard for half a semester to get this grade. According to others, it was a miracle, but it was far from enough for Cheng Yan, and it was not good enough for his ideal school. A lot of it, so the day-to-day life of this holiday filled Cheng Yan's daily life.

No matter what time Cheng Ma wakes up, goes to bed, or returns, Cheng Yan's room is always lit. When he opens the door, he is Cheng Yan sitting in a chair and studying with his head down. I'm happy, but I'm also worried. During this holiday, Cheng Yan had a fever a few times and didn't even know it. He fell asleep while lying on the table. Water is good for a few days.

"Mom is just joking, you can go to a similar school, don't put so much pressure on yourself." Cheng Ma didn't know how many times this sentence was repeated, but Cheng Yan just nodded and said he understood, but he didn't Stop repeating the daily life of brushing questions.

When Zhao Yibai came to him, he didn't go out. Later, a few friends came over to invite him. Gradually, no one came to invite Cheng Yan. Cheng's mother always wanted him to go out to play, but she couldn't say anything about him.

It was the same today. After taking a shower, Cheng Ma opened the door and saw Cheng Yan fell asleep on the table. Cheng Ma snorted, went to turn off the light, put a blanket over him, and quietly went out of the room. Sighed.

"I'm really scared to see him like this." Cheng's mother was worried, no one in the family put heavy burdens on Cheng Yan, she and Cheng's father just hoped that Cheng Yan would be safe in this life, and didn't expect him to achieve anything in return to the family.

Dad Cheng said with relief: "the boy has grown up, so it's fine."

Cheng Ma worried: "It's good to grow up, but you also have to have the vigor of a young man, isn't it? Is it okay to lock yourself in the room all day and bury your head in studying?"

"Okay, it's alright," Dad Cheng said with relief: "He has to work hard if he wants to get good grades in the school. He has to eat a portion of the hardships of life and study. It's good to have experience in advance."

Cheng Ma remembered her past and said, "I have never worked so hard for anything in my life."

Dad Cheng said sweetly: "nonsense, you didn't work hard for our family? You didn't work hard when you gave birth to this kid?"

Cheng's mother beat Cheng's father's shoulder, and the two returned to the room lightly.

Cheng Yan slept for more than an hour and woke up in the middle of the night. He was used to going to bed in the early hours of the morning. Day and night were reversed.

The competition in the province was held during the holiday, which was just right for Cheng Yan. On the day he went to participate in the competition, Zhao Yibai and Guan Di both came. They basically all stayed in the same dormitory. They didn't know where they heard the news of his competition. , When I asked later, it was the news that Qu Tao got in the Black Eight Ball Hall. At the time, he thought he had heard it wrong, but after repeated confirmation, he realized that it was really Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan entered the provincial billiards competition, played stably in the preliminary round, eliminated old friends from the same hall, and advanced all the way to the finals. People who don't pay attention to the competition and billiards can't see this show, just like Cheng Yan. My parents don't know what Cheng Yan has been doing in the past two days, and there are already videos of Cheng Yan's games on sports channels and some websites.

"So young..."

"I heard that he is only 18 years old."

"My God, she looks super good-looking too. I feel like I was born to make up the numbers..."

"Which school is he from? The video is not clear. I want to see the real person."

"I didn't expect so many sisters who like billiards, billiards yyds!"

"I don't understand it, but I know it seems pretty cool."

At the same time, the protagonist under discussion was bending over and fighting a twenty-seven-year-old man in an open-air venue.

Billiards has never been popular, the same video, if it is basketball or other sports, Cheng Yan has already exploded on the Internet. The most popular billiards are boys, and most of the people who play billiards are older people. Yes, so the girls who follow the billiards match have discovered such a treasure in their mouths because they really like and love it.

"He is so patient," Guan Di said in the auditorium with his hands in his arms. "If I had this skill, I would just shout with the loudspeaker."

"Indeed," this was quickly recognized by Qu Tao, "deeply hidden in blue."

Zhang Teng turned his head and asked, "Old Zhao, do you know?"

If it wasn't for Qu Tao's discovery, they might have known that Cheng Yan was so good at billiards when Cheng Yan entered the national competition and became famous all over the world.

Zhao Yibai said: "I know, but I don't know that he can hit this level."

He really didn't know that Cheng Yan was able to make it to this kind of provincial finals. He always thought...that his skills were good, that's all.

Cheng Yan has not done any

system

However, he passed the game and killed many semi-professional players who had been playing for many years.

He felt that they were getting further and further apart. No, it wasn't between them, it was Cheng Yan and all his peers. The distance seemed to be getting further and further apart. He has never been serious. In fact, he has never been an ordinary person. A person with his own talent is still willing to work hard. What a terrible achievement.

Zhao Yibai looked at the young man in front of him in a trance. He was 18 years old and he was in full bloom. He was about to touch the achievement that many people would never have in their lifetime. To be honest, the current Cheng Yan scared him. The little boy who called "Master Bai" to him is about to become a hot light.

People, it is inevitable that there will be some unbalanced psychology, but Zhao Yibai is not against him, just like most, he feels that he has no outstanding talents and skills, so that he can't even find the direction of his efforts, just feels a little bit. It's just inherently unfair.

He hoped that Cheng Yan would go farther and fly higher, but he was also afraid that he would fly too high, that he would not be able to reach or touch it. People are always on the road and have to part ways with some people.

Will he be next?

As the ball was pocketed, there was warm applause around him, Zhao Yibai looked at it intently, and as the crowd applauded, he watched Cheng Yan put down the club and showed a liberating smile, he knew that he had won again .

He won the finals and finished first in the province, what's next? For the whole country, or the whole world?

It is worth being happy for him, but also more worth worrying about yourself. It is a good thing for people to find a way. Cheng Yan's wings are too big, and he is destined to fly higher and farther.

It rivals and even surpasses Song Yu, who was once considered excellent by everyone.

Pull a greater distance from the ordinary self now, until the footsteps are different and stop contacting.