The wind blew very fast on the playground, rolling inexplicable sand and grass roots and hitting people blindly.
Bian Nan pulled down his hat until it covered his nose, and pulled his collar up to his head, but he was still beaten so hard that his eyes could hardly be opened, and he could feel the sand in his mouth.
"Fuck it...it's smoggy again!" Behind him, Wan Fei cursed out of breath while spitting on the ground.
"Master smog, this is a sandstorm," Bian Nan clicked his tongue, "Did you see PM25 all over the sky, a little cornstarch is a pot of hot and sour soup."
"Fuck, why don't those idiots in the volleyball class have to run!" Wan Fei turned around and saw a few people squatting on the edge of the playground to watch.
"Because those idiots climbed over the wall and no one caught them." Bian Nan turned around and ran backwards a few steps, then reached out and slapped Wan Fei on the head, "You climbed over the wall like an old lady with little feet. If it hasn’t been turned over for a hundred years, the two of us might as well be idiots.”
"Damn, that's... an inch... okay!" Wan Fei was very dissatisfied, panting for breath and wanted to say a few more words, when he saw a blue figure walking out of the gymnasium, he quickly pushed Bian Nan, " Lao Jiang Lao Jiang Lao Jiang came out..."
Bian Nan quickly turned around and ran forward, sucking a few mouthfuls of sand with special dedication.
Lao Jiang is the coach of their tennis class, the most brutal coach in the sports school, so cruel that they dare not even give Lao Jiang a nickname.
"Biannan is still three kilometers away!" Lao Jiang walked to the edge of the runway and yelled at Biannan who was running in front of him.
"Fuck." When Bian Nan heard this, he almost staggered and knelt on the ground.
"What about me?" Wan Fei asked casually.
"You can run with him if you want, don't you two buy one get one free?" Lao Jiang said coldly.
"First... let's take it apart..." Wan Fei panted heavily.
"You useless thing." Bian Nan laughed.
"I'm exhausted... who... who gave... you a massage."
After Wan Fei ran the last lap, Mao Lao Jiang squatted down beside his legs.
Bian Nan continued to run the remaining three kilometers against the sand, feeling the muscles in his legs shouting and accusing the little-footed old lady Wan Fei. Can't be caught by Lao Jiang on the spot.
A five-kilometer penalty plus three kilometers is nothing to Bian Nan, but if this thing is put on after an afternoon of physical training and his tongue is about to come out from exhaustion, it will be a bit inhumane.
Bian Nan accelerated to finish the last three kilometers, stood in front of Lao Jiang, bent over and propped up his knees: "Is that enough?"
"Keep turning the pages at night, and keep working hard." Lao Jiang gave him a blank look, then turned and left.
It was already meal time when we returned to the dormitory, and no one in the dormitory was there, so Bian Nan took off all his clothes, spread them on the bed, and directed Wan Fei: "Quickly, squeeze my legs."
Wan Fei was wrapped in clothes and lay on his bed without moving.
"Dead?" Bian Nan grabbed the pillow and threw it over there.
The pillow fell on Wan Fei's head, and he sighed: "I'm going to die soon."
"Come here and squeeze my legs before you die," Bian Nan said.
"Can't you make a good impression on a dying person?" Wan Fei dragged his voice and still lay on the bed, "If you're a ghost, I'll let you go..."
"Trash, what use are you for?" Bian Nan sighed and jumped off the bed, went to Wan Fei's bed and stepped on his buttocks, "Shall I step on it for you?"
"Hey... hey... comfortable..." Wan Fei moaned exaggeratedly, "Master, you can go up a little bit, and you have two feet from your waist..."
The phone in Bian Nan's pocket rang, he took out the phone, moved his foot up to Wan Fei's waist and stepped on it: "Remember my kindness?"
"Remember, remember, it will be engraved in my heart forever..." Wan Fei kept humming.
There was a text message on the mobile phone, and the sender's number was stored as "Aunt Lin" on his mobile phone. This was his father's wife and his stepmother.
The content of the text message is only five words, come back this week
Bian Nan frowned and quickly replied, but didn't reply.
Wan Fei whimpered at his feet and kept talking: "If you want to talk about my brother Nan, he is good-looking, has a great figure, and can step on his back... Temper... Temper... I have a good temper towards beautiful women. Why do you just..."
Bian Nan stopped moving and raised his eyebrows: "Just what?"
"It's nothing, hey don't stop," Wan Fei touched his calf a few times with his backhand, "continue."
"Just what the hell!" Bian Nan kicked Wan Fei's waist.
"Hey!" Wan Fei covered his waist and turned his face and shouted, "What are you doing! Why can't I just say why you can't chase Zhang..."
"I can't chase after you!" Bian Nan kicked his ass, and he knew that Wan Fei was talking about Zhang Xiaorong.
"Ah—" Wan Fei yelled again, and the paraplegic fan disappeared immediately, rolling back and forth on the bed nimbly, clutching his crotch, "Fuck, I crushed it!"
"You son of a bitch grows on your butt." Bian Nan ignored him, opened the cabinet, took out the clothes and threw them on his shoulders to take a shower. After thinking about it, he said, "Is it hemorrhoids..."
"Your sister with hemorrhoids! Why don't you lie on your stomach and let me step on you!" Wan Fei jumped off the bed, and rushed over to grab Bian Nan.
"All right, all right, I was wrong," Bian Nan opened the dormitory door and ran out, "The one who knew you was an ostrich egg."
"Fuck you! It's possible to step on a pigeon egg!" Wan Fei shouted, holding the door open, "Wait for me, I'll take a shower too!"
Bian Nan looked back at him, put his hands on his waist, picked up the clothes and ran forward a few steps while shaking them: "Come after me, come after me..."
The door of the dormitory next door opened, and Wang Bo walked out with a lunch box in his hand, and saw him choke: "Damn, I've just finished the new year and I'm shirtless and not cold, and I ran 20 kilometers today and I'm still so lively! "
"Twenty kilometers away, I can go to the square and have a street dance in the country," Bian Nan pinched a piece of meat from his lunch box and put it in his mouth, then turned around and shouted at Wan Fei, "Hurry up! You can't even grab shit To the hot ones!"
Wan Fei grabbed his clothes and ran over, and also grabbed a vegetable from Wang Bo's lunch box: "Bobo, are you eating shit?"
Wang Bo snapped the lid of the lunch box: "It's endless, right?"
There was no one in the shower room, so Bian Nan took the water card and plugged it in, stripped himself naked and stood under the nozzle to flush the water.
The hot water wrapped his sore and swollen body, and he felt quite comfortable. He raised his face and rushed for a long time before closing his eyes to touch the bath liquid.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, Wan Fei handed the bath liquid bottle to his hand.
"Damn, so considerate!" He opened one eye and looked at Wan Fei, "Tell me, is your water card empty again?"
"No!" Wan Fei clicked his tongue, paused and sighed again, "But it will be gone soon..."
"Go and refill the money!" Bian Nan stood aside to apply the bath lotion, and gave up the nozzle to Wan Fei.
"No money to charge." Wan Fei said a little depressed.
"Where did all your money go? Don't smoke, drink, play cards, or pick up girls..." Bian Nan counted in succession, feeling that Wan Fei could be regarded as the moral benchmark of their tennis class.
"Who said I don't pick up girls!" Wan Fei interrupted him, "I want to save money to buy some gifts for Xu Rui."
"Her birthday?" Bian Nan pushed him away and stood under the nozzle.
"Well, by the way, where did you buy the chain you bought for Zhang Xiaorong last time..." Wan Fei closed his mouth halfway through speaking, "Forget it, it's too expensive."
"You either, I'll bring it to you if you want it." Bian Nan asked.
He bought a necklace for Zhang Xiaorong's birthday last month, but they confiscated it in a daze, and didn't even give him a chance to make an effort. They directly blocked his phone and WeChat Q, and only released it half a month later.
The necklace is still in the cabinet and singing sad love songs.
"Pull it down, if Zhang Xiaorong looks at it and says it's not the one I didn't ask for last month, I'll ruin it all," Wan Fei shook his head, "It's a pity, it's so expensive, why don't you keep it? Go back and pick up a girl who is not a medical school, and then give it to me... "
"Zhang Xiaorong didn't even look at my face that day, let alone the necklace." Bian Nan laughed twice after flushing the water, stood aside and wiped the water off his body with a towel.
"No one would look at such a handsome face," Wan Fei looked at him, "Are you sad?"
"Sad," Bian Nan nodded, "Why do you think she's so difficult to pick up with? Someone else would have followed."
"Because," Wan Fei hesitated and turned off the water, "your opponent is too strong."
"Adversary?" Bian Nan was stunned, "Do I still have an opponent? Why don't I know."
"You're just used to girls coming at the first wave. You don't care about chasing Zhang Xiaorong for three days fishing and two days drying the net. You haven't figured out the enemy's situation..."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Bian Nan interrupted Wan Fei impatiently. He chased Zhang Xiaorong for two months, and he did chase after each other. He really didn't know that he had an opponent.
"Don't you know who Zhang Xiaorong went out with on her birthday?" Wan Fei wanted to show off, the towel in Bian Nan's hand was directly on his back, and he covered his back and shouted, "Hey! Qiu Yi! Qiu Yi !"
"Who? Qiuyi? I still have long johns!" Bian Nan had no impression of the name, so he twitched Wan Fei's butt again, "Who is Qiu Yi?"
"Fuck, take it easy!" Wan Fei clutched his buttocks, "You're a second-year shipping student, he was quite arrogant last semester, you haven't heard of it at all?"
Bian Nan flicked the towel, Wan Fei quickly dodged, and when he retracted his hand, the towel made a loud sound in the air.
"I thought you knew." Wan Fei added, staring at his face.
Bian Nan didn't speak, and his expression was a little unsightly.
In this piece of pseudo-urban-rural fringe that claims to be developed into a second urban center within ten years, it is actually not far from the urban area but only two buses can get there after five years, the sports school The tradition of confrontation with the students of the shipping technical school has been maintained for many years.
There are only three schools in this area.
Sports school, shipping technical secondary school and health school.
There are many girls in the health school, and they are beautiful, and the remaining two schools are full of hormone excess.
There were few girls in the sports school, and half of the girls were tougher than the boys, so almost all the boys who were suffering from endocrine disorders in this "second city center" all targeted the soft girls in the health school.
Usually, the two would eat supper at school, take up the computer in the Internet cafe, go shopping, and conflict with each other's dislikes. Coupled with the problem of robbing girls, the relationship in the past few years has been incompatible.
Bian Nan has been in the sports school since junior high school, so he knows the grievances and grievances here enough to write a book very clearly.
As soon as he heard that Qiu Yi was from Shipping, he felt blocked.
"Fuck." He briefly summed up his mood in one word, took the clothes and put them on.
"Is there something else, listen?" Wan Fei asked while putting on his pants.
Bian Nan glanced at him and didn't make a sound. After Wan Fei was fully dressed, the two walked out of the bathroom. Wan Fei was playing the gossip player in a low voice: "I heard that this kid is quite arrogant, and he is forced to graduate from the shipping company." Isn't there a lot of civil wars in the future? He has been cleaned up for half a semester after he came... "
"What does it have to do with me?" Bian Nan glanced at him.
"Okay, okay, let me tell you something related to you. I didn't dare to tell you before, I just thought you could find out by yourself." Wan Fei paused, waiting for Bian Nan to answer, but Bian Nan didn't say anything. He had no choice but to clear his throat and continue, "I heard, I heard that Zhang Xiaorong is chasing him."
Bian Nan kicked the door of the dormitory, and the door hit the wall with a scream, and the crack on the door panel that had been trying to stretch was much wider.
Sun Yifan and Zhu Bin, who were standing in front of the window looking at the room, were taken aback. Sun Yifan threw the orange in his hand at Bian Nan: "I'm sick! Take medicine!"
"Are you two dating?" Bian Nan caught the orange, peeled it and took a bite, "Come and see."
"You two are quite lively." Sun Yifan moved up to Bian Nan'er and stared at his face for a while, "Did Lao Jiang kill you two?"
"Going out at night?" Bian Nan stuffed the changed clothes into a plastic bag and threw them into the cabinet.
"No, Lao Jiang just caught you, why don't you go?" Zhu Bin shook his head.
The sports school is managed in a semi-enclosed manner, and people are not allowed to go out at ordinary times, and they can go out for a while on weekends, but there are not a few people who go out over the wall at night to find the freedom to run to night food stalls and Internet cafes.
"Can he catch them every day?" Bian Nan lay down on the bed nonchalantly. In fact, the school rarely arrests people. If he really wants to catch people, he can sweep out a basket at a time if he goes to the Internet cafe all night. "I haven't eaten yet."
"I wouldn't have been caught if my trousers hadn't been hooked!" Wan Fei was a little worried about the broken nail on the wall.
"That's right, I don't wear pants tonight." Bian Nan took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Aunt Lin sent him another text message, and asked Lao Wu to send you clothes tomorrow.
Bian Nan looked at the date and didn't reply to the text message. He felt that Aunt Lin probably hoped that he would not come home.
Bian Nan was very hungry. He was tired and didn't eat lunch all day. He was not in the mood to play cards in the dormitory next door. He listened to music on the bed with his earphones plugged in.
It was not until past nine or ten that he dragged Wan Fei out of the dormitory, out the window of the bathroom on the third floor, and slipped out along the sewer pipe to the back of the dormitory building.
The school's two-meter-high wall is useless to these sports students, and they can get out with just a few kicks.
When Bian Nan jumped out of the fence, he realized that there were still a few people squatting under the base of the wall. When he went down, he almost stepped over their heads.
"Damn, who is so good at picking places to jump!" The squatting person jumped up.
"Me." Bian Nan replied, and saw clearly that this was Pan Yifeng from the basketball class. Bian Nan was also familiar with the others, including those from the basketball and volleyball classes, all of whom were troublemakers.
Wan Fei also jumped down behind him: "Hey, what about the meeting?"
"Why are you two going?" Pan Yifeng asked.
"Find something to eat." Bian Nan tugged on his collar.
He knew that Pan Yifeng and his group would not sit here just to chat, so he planned to leave without talking much.
Although he is not an honest student, fighting is much more serious than training and class, but he doesn't want to cause any trouble just after being punished by Lao Jiang.
But as soon as he took a step, Pan Yifeng stopped him: "Bian Nan, you two can help me later."
"Where?" Bian Nan stopped, and Pan Yifeng opened his mouth, so it was impossible for him not to go.
On the shipping side, it is generally not enough to fight for a boss. The sports schools are different, and they are all trained.
"Holly Internet Cafe," Pan Yifeng looked down at his phone, "10:30."
"Who is squatting?" Wan Fei asked.
"Qiu Yi." Pan Yifeng said.