Feng Zhe was a bit talkative, he couldn't stop talking for a moment, and talked endlessly beside him. Anyway, it's been a long time since I saw Qin Fang, and I always have something to say. He said his, and Qin Fang occasionally responded with a promise or a smile.
In the end, it was Hua Tong who couldn't take it anymore: "Zhe, drink some water and rest your mouth."
"Not thirsty." Feng Zhe said.
"Drink some," Hua Tong unscrewed the water and handed it over, "I feel my throat is dry when I hear it."
"Go away," Feng Zhe took a sip of the water, "I didn't tell you either."
"Then I can hear it too," Hua Tong said with a smile, "If you don't, you can hum in a low voice and say, you're affecting me watching the game like this."
Qin Fang stretched out his hand to block it, and laughed: "Okay, both of you shut up."
A moment of tranquility was hard-won. Qin Fang looked at Fan Linyi on the field. He loved playing basketball when he was in high school.
Boys are still very handsome playing basketball. They sweat on the court, and teammates can understand each other's meaning with a glance and a raise of a hand. It is a tacit understanding and collision full of youth.
The friction between the basketball shoes and the floor will occasionally make a slightly harsh squeaking sound, which penetrates the noisy audience and reaches people's ears.
Qin Fang's eyes would occasionally stop on Zhou Siming, after all, he had a fight. He doesn't like this person very much. Although they all know each other for the same reasons, if they met Qin Fang in the library instead of Xing Yan but Zhou Siming, Qin Fang probably wouldn't say hello like that. If he saw him, he would probably turn around and leave. .
People have different temperaments. Sometimes the choice of how to interact with a person is not based on one's own position, but on intuition.
Zhou Siming can play well, he runs very fast, and he can't intercept the ball when he dribbles. At the end of the first half, Fan Linyi and his team trailed by seven points. Fan Linyi lifted his jersey and wiped his sweat with the hem of his jersey. There was a little girlish noise in the auditorium.
"Look, Xiao Fan is fucking hot at school." Feng Zhe held back for a while and started talking again, "Girl Harvester."
"Basketball boy, son of a rich family, the male lead is hahaha," Hua Tong took his words, "It's like this, that is to say, the post bar is down now, or Xiao Fan is the star of your school's post bar."
"It's still a post bar star even if it's down." Feng Zhe glanced at Qin Fang, "I guess it's about the same as Qin Fang in your school."
"Don't talk to me." Qin Fang said.
"It's incomparable," Hua Tong said with a smile, "Our school is too big, and there are starlets in every school, and the status of Xiao Fan in your school is still different."
Qin Fang "tsk": "I didn't say don't talk to me."
"It's okay, stop talking," Feng Zhe nodded, "stop talking, stop talking."
In the second half, Fan Linyi's team kept chasing points, and the score was very tight. Most of the time, they were only two points away.
"Oh, I'm so nervous," Feng Zhe pretended to be mischievous, "Why doesn't Xiao Fan work harder."
No one paid any attention to him. Qin Fang and Hua Tong belonged to the school. Although they didn't know anyone on the basketball team, they still had a sense of collective honor.
Fan Linyi was really fierce. He was the main force chasing points. He shot very accurately and even scored two three-pointers. But from the beginning to the end, I should be quite tired. Later, as soon as he got the ball, there were little girls screaming in the auditorium, shouting to cheer him up.
On the field, Fan Linyi made a jump shot at the basket and scored two more points, thus tying the score again.
The little girls in their school were going crazy, but before the cheers and screams started, something went wrong on the field.
When Fan Linyi landed, he stepped on the opponent's teammate's foot, that person pushed him, and Fan Linyi fell.
After all, Xiao Fan is a rich man with no soft temper. After being pulled by his arms to stand up and staring at the person who pushed him, he could only see that he said something, but naturally he couldn't hear what he said.
"It's too cloudy, idiot," Feng Zhe scolded angrily from the side. "Which ditch is this idiot! Why don't you push him? Why didn't Xiao Fan stomp his feet!"
It's really yin, although there are elements of carelessness, but when you step on someone else's foot when you land, it's a small fall, and if you don't do it well, you will sprain your ankle.
Hua Tong glanced at Qin Fang and said, "This bitch."
Qin Fang frowned and looked at Fan Linyi and Zhou Siming on the field without saying anything.
At the end of the game, Fan Linyi and the others still lost by four points.
Feng Zhe had already gone to the sidelines to wait before the game was over, and Qin Fang and Hua Tong were also there. After the game, Fan Linyi had to go back to the waiting room with his teammates, and it took about ten minutes before he came to them.
"Is there something wrong with your feet?" Hua Tong asked him.
"It's okay." Fan Linyi was still in his uniform. The other teammates went back to school together after changing. Fan Linyi didn't accompany them.
"Let's go, go to my dormitory and take a shower first." Qin Fang saw his sweat and said, "You can't change clothes like this."
"I thought so too, so I came out like this." Fan Linyi said.
Qin Fang and Hua Tong were familiar with each other in the gymnasium, and there were so many people at the moment, they didn't go out through the gate. There is a small door at the back, which is a little closer to Qin Fang's dormitory.
There was no one walking there, a few people chatted while walking, Feng Zhe asked Fan Linyi: "How do you feel about losing?"
"I think it's why you are so poor." Fan Linyi glanced at him and said.
"It doesn't matter if you win or lose, just try your best." Hua Tong said on the sidelines, "After all, life can't always win, right?"
He was so serious suddenly that several others turned to look at him.
"...Wacrates is so enlightened," Feng Zhe patted Fan Linyi, and felt a little disgusted after the slap, "Slapping my hands sweats."
Because there was going to be a ball game in the afternoon, I had something to eat at noon. We would definitely have a good get-together in the evening. Qin Fang asked the two foreign school comers what they wanted to eat, and Fan Linyi said, "You decide, I'm hungry."
Feng Zhe asked: "Go out to play after eating?"
Qin Fang said, "I won't go to the bar."
There are few people on the side of the small gate, but it's not that there is no one. There are still three or two people behind them. Feng Zhe hadn't opened his mouth to speak again, when a voice came from behind, Feng Zhe immediately shut his mouth and turned to look.
Someone behind spit out a sentence - "Bitch."
When Feng Zhe and Fan Linyi looked back, Qin Fang and Hua Tong were not in a hurry to look back, they both knew who this person was without even thinking about it.
Feng Zhe stopped, turned his face to Fan Linyi and asked, "Is this idiot who stepped on your foot just now?"
Fan Linyi didn't speak, but stood still, and looked at Zhou Siming opposite him with slightly raised eyebrows.
He swears something dirty on the field just now, the young master can't control his temper, Fan Linyi was very angry when the opponent pushed him. Fan Linyi stood there looking at Zhou Siming. He hadn't spoken yet, but he was obviously angry.
Zhou Siming stopped at a distance not far from them, and looked at the four people in front of him. He was indeed quite tough, and he was not timid in a one-on-four, his eyes were neither dodging nor flickering, and he looked at them without any fear.
Fan Linyi pursed his lips, pulled up the hem of his jersey to wipe his sweat, and then walked over.
Qin Fang next to him suddenly blocked him with his arm, Fan Linyi stopped, Qin Fang walked towards Zhou Siming silently.
Zhou Siming looked at him with disdain, Qin Fang didn't show any expression on his face, and asked, "Are you scolding me or my friend?"
Zhou Siming glanced at him with his eyelids lifted, then at Fan Linyi, and then said, "What does it matter if you scold him or scold you? Is there a difference?"
Qin Fang said: "There must be."
Zhou Siming snorted.
"If you scold me, you didn't have a good fight last time, so let's have another fight." Qin Fang squeezed the water bottle in his hand, threw it to Hua Tong casually, turned around and continued, "If you scolded my friend... Whether you want to have another fight or not, we have to fight."
Just as Zhou Siming was about to speak, Qin Fang kicked Zhou Siming in the stomach without giving him a chance.
It was a heavy kick, and Zhou Siming bent over after he kicked it. Qin Fang said to him: "In my opinion, we are done with what happened last time, so don't be mean again."
Zhou Siming stared at him, his eyes were a little red, and he looked hideous. Qin Fang's kick went down and Zhou Siming would definitely not fight him today. He would obviously suffer a loss, and he couldn't fight him either. Qin Fang didn't bother to entangle him any more, and said: "No matter who you scolded today, I will give you this kick. If you want, you can always find me."
After Qin Fang finished speaking, he turned around and left. Hua Tong also dragged Feng Zhe and Fan Linyi away. Regardless of whether the two young masters had a quarrel, it would not end well.
In a small episode, Feng Zhe asked a few words about what happened to Qin Fang and that person before, but Qin Fang didn't say anything, and he didn't ask again after that.
That day, Qin Fang and Hua Tong were still dragged out to play by these two people. Feng Zhe was too noisy when he drank too much, and he could flirt with any pretty girl he met in the bar.
Before he drank too much, Hua Tong dragged Qin Fang back to school, and threw Feng Zhe to Fan Linyi, fearing that this man would make a fuss after drinking too much and not let them go.
The last time Zhou Siming kicked Qin Fang in the stomach, Qin Fang really didn't want to pay it back, but that matter has completely changed with him. But Zhou Siming was not in a hurry to ask for this kick, and Qin Fang's temper was not very good, since he didn't stop Qin Fang so much, don't blame himself.
Zhou Siming was lying on the sofa with his upper body bare, with a pillow under his neck. Si Tu came over with a bottle of medicinal oil, handed it to Xing Yan, and said, "Get it for him."
Xing Yan glanced at it, didn't answer, and said, "No time."
"Aren't you idle? Push him, he's in pain." Si Tu asked him with a chuckle.
Xing Yan stood up and sat on the side, without even looking at Zhou Siming, he just said lightly: "He deserves it."
Zhou Siming glanced at him and muttered: "Virtue..."
Si Tu couldn't smell the medicated oil, so Zhou Siming was about to take it by himself and push it casually, when a hand stretched out from the side, took the medicated oil from Si Tu's hand, and came to sit on the carpet next to Zhou Siming. With some medicated oil on his hand, he pressed Zhou Siming's blue skin violently, and Zhou Siming couldn't help hissing.
"Look at your ability," the man sneered as he pushed Zhou Siming's stomach hard, "It doesn't look like a fuel-efficient lamp, do you have to be kicked to feel comfortable?"
"It hurts." Zhou Siming frowned, "Why are your hands so strong?"
"Be strong and strong," the other party not only did not reduce his strength, but also increased his strength, "If you think it hurts, don't use me, you can do it yourself."
"Fuck you softly, it hurts," Zhou Siming pushed the hand away, with an angry expression on his face, "It hurts fucking."
Si Tu came over and pressed his stomach with his fingers, coughed a few times and asked, "Do you want to have a check?"
"No, it's just a pain in the flesh." Zhou Siming still frowned, looking like he was really in pain.
There were four people in the room, Xing Yan who was sitting in front of the computer, Si Tu who was standing and watching, plus one who dried his stomach and the other who helped push his stomach. Zhou Siming cried out in pain after a while, and Si Tu said, "It will probably take a few days to recover."
Zhou Siming was in pain, and scolded Qin Fang with a sullen face, his mouth was still so cheap.
No one in the room answered his words, only Xing Yan glanced at him.
After this kick, Qin Fang didn't see Xing Yan on the fourth floor for a long time. He thought about the kick that brought the two of them back to hostility, and he didn't want to meet him again.
Qin reassures that if you can't see it, then you can't see it, or you should be embarrassed again. This is really helpless, the last time I asked someone to help me occupy a seat, but I ended up having a conflict with Zhou Siming again that afternoon.
Hey, fate tricks people.
There were too many people in the library on Friday morning, and Qin Fang still felt that he got up quite early, and came before nine o'clock, but after walking around for a few times, he didn't find any empty seats, either there were no people, or there were no books.
Qin Fang posted a message in the group: Deng Keer, I seem to have missed breakfast today, and there is no place left.
Shen Dengke quickly replied to him: It's okay, it's okay, it's okay! Thank you for your hard work! I already told you not to go, you sleep in your bed!
Qin Fang stood against the wall to send a message, and felt something bounce on his head. He put down his phone and looked back, and saw Xing Yan raised his arm at him.
Qin Fang raised his eyebrows, Xing Yan leaned on the chair and looked at him.
Qin Fang laughed, picked up the pen cap on the ground, and walked over there.