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Chapter 18 Good night fool
Chapter 18 Good night fool
The lights haven't gone out yet.
Meng Ye jumped out of the car and entered the door with a straight face, without even saying hello to his mother. His mother got up and sneered with his neck hooked: "Yo, the hunger striker is back, and he hasn't starved to death yet, don't worry, my mother has an acquaintance in the emergency room, do you need to contact you?"
The door slammed downstairs.
You Ying hummed: "Fighting with the old lady, there are no windows!"
"Sister Ying." Zhuang Shao locked the bicycle, took off his schoolbag, and sat at the door to eat a cold drink.
"Sooner or later you will finish this little thing in the freezer." You Ying came over, took out one, and ate it bitterly.
Zhuang Shao swept the chair next to him: "Sit."
To say the least, that's what he likes the most. Polite, neither humble nor arrogant to anyone, whether you are a classmate, a teacher, a parent or a principal, in short, this is a dead face.
Sister Ying was hard-hearted and soft-hearted: "If it wasn't for your handsome looks, I would have driven me away. For your sake, just stay, it's a living sign anyway."
Zhuang Shao offered his opinion: "Should we recruit more individuals, so that we can also open for business at night."
"Who will come at night, don't do it!" Sister Ying waved her hand, "I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."
"Sooner or later, we will have to recruit, after Meng Ye and I go to university."
Sister Ying raised Liu Shao's eyebrows: "What?" Then she smiled, "Come on, you and I believe, Meng Ye and the university? You can't fight with eight poles, he has not been a learner since he was a child!"
Zhuang Shao sighed in his heart.
Meng Ye, Meng Ye, you really give people a problem.
"Sister Ying, let me show you something."
He took out his mobile phone and opened the favorite web page. You Ying lowered her eyes and said, "A high-level sports team? What are you doing?"
"Aren't you worried that he will have no way out after he retires? Just take this exam." Zhuang Shao said, "This is different from sports students who can only study sports-related majors. High-level sports teams can study non-sports majors, as long as they are in school. During the training and competition as an athlete representing the school, the rest is no different from ordinary college students.β
You Ying looked puzzled.
Zhuang Shao continued: "However, those with high-level sports teams are good schools, such as Linda University. Candidates not only need to take the sports special test, but also take the college entrance examination, which has high requirements for cultural courses. I have seen it, and the general requirements for grades Not lower than the local second-line, and a few with particularly high sports levels can be admitted with a reduced score, but it will not be lower than 65% of the second-line."
In fact, this model is quite mature abroad. The football teams and gymnastics teams of some foreign universities are stronger than the national youth teams, and there are organizations such as the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA), which hold various events every year. League, the market is very hot. This model has just started in China. High-level athletes represent their alma mater in the Universiade, and a considerable number of talented people will also be selected for the provincial and even national teams.
You Ying probably understood, the nose is not the nose and the eyes are not the eyes: "You still want me to allow him to run."
"Yes." Zhuang Shao won't beat around the bush, "He's that piece of material."
"You believe him that much?"
After the cold drink was finished, Zhuang Shao got up and threw the wooden stick, and by the way threw away Sister Ying's.
"Let him try. What if he can get through? It's up to you to decide what major you want him to study."
You Ying pondered for a while, but still hummed: "If you want him to be admitted to the second line, I'm afraid he won't even believe it himself."
"I believe it!" A voice suddenly emerged from the corner of the stairs, "I believe it!!"
"You kid eavesdrop!" You Ying turned back and cursed, "Shameless."
Meng Ye glanced at Zhuang Shao gratefully, then patted his chest and assured: "Mom, I'm sure, you can let me run for a few more years! In the future, I will learn an accountant and come back to manage accounts, so that your old man can enjoy his old age!"
"I bother!"
You Ying spat at him and wanted to continue rejecting it, but the two sons were kissing each other on the left and the right, and they couldn't keep their faces down for a while, so they had to agree to take a step by step, and this time the provincial competition would not be stopped for the time being.
As soon as the mother returned to the room, Meng Ye dragged Zhuang Shao into his room.
"Did you just tell my mother how many marks I'm going to take?"
Really, just turn around and forget about it.
Mr. Zhuang turned on the broken computer in the room, clicked on Linda's admissions website, and read last year's admissions brochure with him.
Meng Ye was amazed again and again: "Wow wow wow, 17 track and field tricks!"
"Only one at 5,000 meters." Zhuang Shao poured cold water on him.
"What about sports results? Click on me to see."
"No, the candidates' special results will not be announced. Only the entry threshold is written."
"Just a broken grade and keep it a secret?"
Meng Ye looked down provocatively, then took a deep breath.
Last year, Linda's 5000-meter registration result was 14'51" in electric meter, which means that if you can't reach this speed, you are not even qualified to register, and his best result in history is 14'55".
After feeling the difference, my heart was half cold.
Zhuang Shao turned to him: "This is cowardly? There is also a culture class."
"Who is counseling." Meng Ye stiffened his neck, "I have never been counseled since I was born."
Zhuang Shao smiled.
Meng Ye asked, "What are you laughing at?"
The two of them were already huddled together on a chair, butt to butt, and now they were so close to their face that they even breathed. Zhuang Shao didn't smile, Meng Ye slammed his forehead against his chest: "What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at, what are you laughing at."
"Okay, okay," Zhuang Shao turned his face, "I'll fall if you hit me again."
Meng Ye said, "Fall you to death."
"Who will help you with your homework?"
Meng Ye choked.
Zhuang Shao looked into his eyes and said very seriously, "From tomorrow onwards, you can no longer fish for three days and dry nets for two days. You have to work and rest regularly, take classes seriously, and take time to do questions after class."
"It's not that I don't want to learn, but it's so hard, I can't even learn it." Meng Ye twisted and gave up on himself.
Zhuang Shaoxin said that this is the Great Demon King of Confusion, this is a fucking foe.
"You have to learn if you can't learn. Your foundation is too poor. It's normal to have difficulties at the beginning, and it will get better. Fortunately, it's just the second semester of high school, and everything is still in time."
Meng Ye put his arm on the back of the chair, resting his chin on his arm, and thought about it.
"Can't I just take the entrance exam? Other schools should have lower requirements."
Zhuang Shao was silent. Just as he was about to speak, he added, "Unless you are also admitted to university. When the time comes, we will go to other places together and continue to be classmates, so that I will be more motivated."
Sometimes there is really no way to take such Meng Ye.
Always go straight, don't hide your emotions, treat whoever you like, it's not enough to be together all the time, I can't wait to give him all my heart.
Facing such a sincere heart, Zhuang Shaohan was afraid of melting in his mouth, afraid of falling when he held it in his hand, and he was constrained in everything he did, but he gradually indulged in this feeling of being valued by others.
Zhuang Shao said, "I don't necessarily."
"Not necessarily what?"
"Not necessarily where to go."
"Damn it!" Meng Ye was frustrated and disgusted for a second, "Why are you so grumpy, you can't even make a decision."
Zhuang Shao remained silent.
Meng Ye was used to him like this, and he didn't care, he turned around and continued to browse the web. Looking at the roaring heat, he asked Zhuang Shao to turn on the fan he had won by lottery.
Don't blow it, Zhuang Shao said, it's cold at night and it's easy to catch a cold, so it's a big deal to sit far away.
Meng Ye said no, he had to blow it!
"That's one gear."
"Okay, just as many gears as you say."
The cool wind was blowing slowly, and the arm to the arm didn't seem to be so hot anymore. Zhuang Shao added: "It will be completely cool after a while."
"Of course." Meng Ye gave him a "nonsense" expression, "It's autumn."
In the blink of an eye, it has been more than two months since came here, and the time is very fast.
The two boys surfing the Internet together, nothing interesting, just blindly watching. When he opened the shopping website and saw a bicycle, Meng Ye suddenly thought: "Or you can buy one another day. I will run and you will ride in the future."
"And when I walk the dog?"
Meng Ye raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's okay to bring Xiaolong."
A bicycle costs at least four or five hundred. According to the current speed of saving money, I am afraid that I will have to wait for the summer vacation to complete. Zhuang Shao shook his head: "I can't afford it for the time being."
Meng Ye said, "I'll buy it for you after the game."
Ah.
Zhuang Shao looked at him.
He said, "Why are you leaning on me? There are prizes in the competition, you know, the top three all have them, hundreds of them."
That's quite a lot, and it's enough for Master Zhuang to have a meal before.
"Say something, do you want it or not?"
Zhuang Shao was alert: "Why are you being so kind to me all of a sudden?"
Meng Ye pouted: "Do I usually treat you badly?"
"One yard is one yard," Zhuang Shao sat upright, "Let's talk."
Meng Ye coughed, opened the drawer, and took out a black toolbox, which contained several flat and shiny silver metal knives.
Zhuang Shao: "A torture tool?"
"Fuck off." Meng Ye took out one as if touching a baby. "This is called a fascia knife. It is used to relax muscles after exercise. Why don't you learn it?"
Zhuang Shao raised his eyelids.
"The main reason is that no one in our team uses it except the coach, but my back, waist and legs have been feeling very sore recently. Maybe the training intensity is too high. If you learn it, you can help me. tendons."
"..."
It turned out that he not only wanted to be a father, but also a teacher, driver, and mother.
Zhuang Shao casually clicked on a teaching video, watched it for two minutes, took out an M-shaped knife and motioned Meng Ye to lie down on the bed, "I'll try it first."
"Now?"
"Um."
Zhuang Shao said: "Look now and learn now, I'll forget it later."
Meng Ye was originally wearing sports shorts, so he didn't need to take it off. He lay down in terror and swallowed, a feeling that something was not right in his mind.
Zhuang Shao climbed up: "Spread your legs apart."
"..."
Without saying hello, he directly held the knife in both hands and slashed the muscles on the front of his thighβ
"Hold!"
Meng Ye was in pain, and his facial features were twisted together: "I need to fucking apply oil!"
"Don't tell me sooner."
Who the fuck knew you were working so hard!
Meng Ye rolled over and hid beside him: "Don't come, I'll have to die on the bed tonight."
It was a really good torture tool, and Zhuang Shao put away the knife contentedly.
The two quarreled in the room for a while, and Yu Na heard the last few words. Fortunately, she is relatively simple and trusts people and things. She didn't think in a too evil direction, she just knocked on the door: "Brother, stop arguing, go to sleep!"
"It's Zhuang Shao!" Meng Ye wanted to cry without tears, "He killed me."
Zhuang Shao: "If you want to learn, you must practice."
"Fuck you, uncle."
After Yu Na left, Zhuang Shao was also going downstairs to sleep.
When he left the room, he turned his head and saw Meng Ye got up from the bed and kowtowed to a poster on the wall nervously: "Old Bei, bless me!"
"..." Zhuang Shao looked solemnly at the black athlete on the poster, "Who is this?"
"Bekele, the god of long-distance running!"
"sorry."
Meng Ye rolled his eyes at him, then walked over and escorted him to the entrance of the stairs.
"Is it necessary?" Zhuang Shao smiled, "Send me off after so many steps."
Meng Ye took his hands out of his trouser pockets, then with a face, he hugged him.
"Thanks."
As if Zhuang Shao had been tapped, Meng Ye quickly pulled away after hugging him: "Sleep, good night idiot!"