"Damn it!" Wan Fei was running while clutching his right side, turned his face and saw Qiu Yi, gritted his teeth and cursed, "What is this grandson looking for?"
Qiu Yi was still wearing a mask, and he could see half of the gauze protruding from his left eye.
Bian Nan didn't speak, and ran forward with his head buried. He didn't know what Qiu Yi meant by staying here, to fight? Demonstration? provocative
Wan Fei cursed in a low voice rather displeased.
"I owe you a beating, I'm so upset that I didn't get my head out of the way last night," Wan Fei was still cursing after running around. The stick that was slapped by Qiu Yi yesterday was even more unforgettable than the first love, "If I hadn't... why the hell is he still here!"
Hearing Wan Fei's movement, Bian Nan raised his eyes to glance at the previous position, and was a little surprised to find that Qiu Yi was still there, still looking at this side with his hands in his pockets.
"What is he doing?" Bian Nan couldn't help asking.
"Who knows," Wan Fei paused, leaned into his ear and lowered his voice, "Is it for you?"
Bian Nanchong Wanfei gritted his teeth and said nothing.
What happened last night was caused by Pan Yifeng. He and Qiu Yi probably had a grudge before, but in theory, Qiu Yi had already cleaned up Pan Yifeng, and it was not lightly done. It should be Pan Yifeng who ran on the opponent's territory to provoke.
Bian Nan also felt that Qiu Yi probably came for him because of the stick yesterday.
He turned his head and stared at Qiu Yi.
The road is very narrow, the distance between them is not far, Bian Nan can even see Qiu Yi's slightly golden light brown eyes glowing in the sun.
Qiu Yi's gaze met his, and he suddenly raised his hand, pointing to the gauze on his face.
"Your mother deserves it!" Bian Nan's shoulder was still in great pain, and he didn't want to point at his own shoulder as if it was a friendly exchange, so he cursed, turned around and continued running forward.
The running team turned a corner in front and ran out of sight. Qiu Yi lowered his head and took out the mobile phone that had been ringing in his pocket for a long time, and glanced at the number. It was Zhang Xiaorong.
"Huh?" He took off his mask and answered the phone.
"Where are you?" Zhang Xiaorong asked.
"The entrance of Xiaofu Supermarket." Qiu Yi said.
Zhang Xiaorong over there was obviously stunned for a moment: "Why are you there?"
"Look at the scenery," Qiu Yi said, "I can get there in ten minutes."
Zhang Xiaorong didn't speak, and seemed to be hesitating. When Qiu Yi was about to hang up the phone, she said, "Okay, then wait for me."
"En." Qiu Yi hung up the phone, put on his mask, and continued to look across the street.
Zhang Xiaorong waited for ten minutes to get to the entrance of the supermarket. After seeing Qiu Yi, she brushed her hair and said with a smile, "Why did you come here?"
"It's close to your school." Qiu Yi said, it could be seen that Zhang Xiaorong had seriously dressed up, she was very beautiful.
"What happened to your face?" Zhang Xiaorong looked at the gauze on his face, "It was yesterday..."
"What do you want to give me?" Qiu Yi interrupted her and asked.
"Take me back to school first," Zhang Xiaorong didn't ask any further questioningly, but glanced across the street, "Have you tried the steamed buns at the gate of our school? It's delicious."
"What do you want to give me?" Qiu Yi asked again.
"I'll give you breakfast after I've had breakfast, and you treat me to Xiaolongbao first." Zhang Xiaorong smiled with her hands behind her back.
Qiu Yi didn't speak or move, he still looked at her.
A few seconds later, she stretched out her hand and put the things in Qiu Yi's hands: "I made a few, and I was so stupid to send my classmates, so don't laugh at me."
Qiu Yi looked at the thing in his hand, it was a handmade black plush keychain.
"Thank you," Qiu Yi looked back and forth holding the keychain, "Hands are very skillful."
"I can..." Zhang Xiaorong didn't finish her sentence, she raised her head and glanced across the street, and suddenly hid behind him with a stiff face, "Stupid."
Qiu Yi didn't look across the street, but turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaorong and smiled: "Afraid he will see it?"
"Ah?" Zhang Xiaorong smiled and looked across, "Who is it?"
"Bian Nan." Qiu Yi said.
"What are you talking about?" Zhang Xiaorong lowered her head and pulled her coat, frowning, "Why am I afraid that he will see him? He is not someone like me."
"Really," Qiu Yi smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, turned the bike around, and stepped onto the bike, "Come on."
Zhang Xiaorong hesitated for a moment, then sat on the back seat while supporting Qiu Yi's waist.
Bian Nan threw the lunch box on the dining table, and the lunch box slid towards Wan Fei, Wan Fei stretched out a finger and pressed the lunch box: "Don't eat it? Don't eat it for me."
"Whatever." Bian Nan's expression was not very good, and he smashed the spoon into the lunch box.
The porridge in the lunch box splashed onto Wan Fei's hands, he clicked his tongue, and rubbed his backhand on his clothes: "Usually I don't think you care much about Zhang Xiaorong, why are you so angry now?"
"These two things are different," Bian Nan brought the lunch box in front of him angrily, "Why do you think this person is so childish!"
"It's naive for you to be angry about this." Wan Fei looked at the lunch box, "You won't give it to me?"
"If you want to eat, buy it yourself," Bian Nan bowed his head and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, "What's wrong with me being naive, I'm at a fucking naive age right now."
The cultural class in the morning was sleep time for Wan Fei, who fell asleep on the table in the dark, and snored. Fortunately, he was sitting in the last row, and the teacher generally didn't bother to care about it as long as he was not so noisy that he couldn't finish the class.
Bian Nan took out his mobile phone and put it next to Wan Fei's face to record for two minutes, and took two more pictures of Wan Fei sleeping, who didn't really respect the audience, and then leaned on the chair and watched the teacher in a daze.
Bian Nan seldom sleeps in class, even if he is too sleepy, he can’t fall asleep. He usually just stares at the teacher in a daze. Their new young Chinese teacher said, Bian Nan, if you want to listen to the class, you can look out of the window. Staring at me, I thought you were coming up to fight me.
Bian Nan stared blankly at the teacher all morning, and Wan Fei slept all morning. In the last class, he snored until the English teacher couldn't take it anymore. He pointed to Wan Fei and said, "Just let him wake up, let's just go to sleep." , snoring so much that it catches up with the broadcast!"
Bian Nan pushed Wan Fei, Wan Fei muttered a few words with a displeased face, but did not wake up.
Bian Nan took a tissue and crumpled it into two balls and stuffed it up his nostrils. Wan Fei carried it for about ten seconds before he woke up.
After class at noon, Bian Nan showed Wan Fei the photos on his phone: "Send it to Xu Rui later."
"Aren't you dead?" Wan Fei pointed at him.
"No." Bian Nan smiled, and when he was about to play the recording for Wan Fei to listen to, his cell phone rang, and a call came in, it was his father.
He picked up the phone: "Dad."
"Auntie said you won't be home this week?" Dad's voice came over.
"Well," Bian Nan stood up and walked out of the classroom, leaning against the railing in the corridor, "Go back and fight with Bian Hao?"
"That's what you said," Dad sighed, "The two brothers always say whether to fight or not."
"You are the only one in the whole family who thinks he and I are brothers," Bian Nan said, "Don't you think about it."
"Don't talk to me in such a tone. If you don't come back, don't come back. I'll pick you up in the afternoon, and we'll go have dinner." Dad's tone was not a discussion, and he hung up the phone without waiting for Bian Nan to speak. .
"Did you eat?" Wan Fei came out of the classroom and leaned against the railing beside him.
"Food." Bian Nan rubbed his shoulders, and went downstairs with Wan Fei.
There is only one cafeteria in the sports school, and the master chefs are not feeling well every day. Except when there are competitions, the dishes are okay to eat. The dishes they usually cook are not short of meat, but they are completely devoid of color, aroma, and side dishes. In a pig farm, the collocation depends on the mood, and the cut depends on the mood. Once, Bian Nan ordered stir-fried beef with green peppers, one bell pepper in a spoonful of vegetables, whole.
Looking at the dishes on the dinner plate, Bian Nan didn't have any appetite, and ate with one chopstick without the other.
"Go to the school doctor's office later?" Wan Fei looked at Bian Nan who had been eating with his left hand.
"Well," Bian Nan sighed, "I remember I fell from the top bunk."
"Then it fell on me..." Wan Fei nodded and clicked his tongue again, "Do you think Lao Jiang can believe it?"
"Believe it or not, we will be killed, the same." Bian Nan said.
The injury on Bian Nan's shoulder was not too serious. The school doctor checked it and made sure that there was no problem with the bones. He sprayed some medicine and it was over.
However, during the training in the afternoon, Lao Jiang didn't believe in the setting that he fell from the upper bunk and hit one by the way.
"Are there any other injuries?" After running three kilometers, he looked at Bian Nan and asked.
Bian Nan moved his shoulders a bit, then jumped twice: "No, just the shoulders..."
"Six sets of back-and-forth running, six sets of weight-bearing squats," Lao Jiang interrupted him, "4 sets of 30-meter dash."
Bian Nan didn't speak, turned around and started running back and forth.
In fact, the ten-meter back-and-forth running still has requirements on the shoulders. I don’t usually feel it, but I will deeply understand it when I get hurt.
Lao Jiang arranged all the training tasks and stood aside to stare at Bian Nan.
"Let's fight you." Lao Jiang said when Bian Nan rushed past him.
"No." Bian Nan stopped and turned around and rushed back.
"You smashed Wan Fei lying on the ground?" Lao Jiang sneered.
Bian Nan turned around and rushed forward again: "He is stretching."
"Fart." Lao Jiang said.
Bian Nan didn't speak any more, and only after finishing the six rounds of round trips did he whisper: "Only the tasteless food in our cafeteria can make people fart?"
Lao Jiang didn't bother him too much today. The shoulder injury had a great impact on the training, and Bian Nan injured his right shoulder. Apart from his pace and grabbing the net, Lao Jiang didn't arrange for him to practice serving and other training that required a lot of shoulder use.
At the end of the training, he stared at Bian Nan and told him to take a good rest these two days, and asked him to copy the school rules thirty times.
"Do we still have school rules?" Bian Nan was quite surprised, and asked while squatting at the school gate with Wan Fei and waiting for his father.
"There are legends. Didn't Lao Jiang give us a sample?" Wan Fei ate with a bowl of hot and sour noodles.
"The template is a handwritten copy. I copied it like a heavenly book. I have to translate it first..." Bian Nan moved his arms, "Damn, if I see Qiu Yi again, I won't be finished until I beat him to death!"
"Is it because of him hitting you or because of Zhang Xiaorong?" Wan Fei handed the paper bowl in front of his eyes, "Would you like to take a bite?"
"Don't eat," Bian Nan pushed the bowl away, "I'm all for it, what do you think Zhang Xiaorong is looking for in him?"
"... handsome," Wan Fei continued to eat, "Don't all the little girls like his style."
"I didn't see it clearly, all I saw was the mask," Bian Nan patted the dust on the shoes, "You're so handsome, it's true that you're so flamboyant, that colored car, and you're wearing colored contact lenses..."
"Color contact lenses?" Wan Fei was stunned, "How do you know he wears them?"
"You didn't see it because of his golden eyes." Bian Nan clicked his tongue, his impression of Qiu Yi's appearance was only the eyes he saw when he was running in the morning.
"Brother Nan," Wan Fei put down his chopsticks, put the paper bowl by his feet, and turned his head to look at him, "Qiu Yi's not colored contact lenses, he's a mixed race."
"What?" Bian Nan stared, "What kind of blood?"
"Xu Rui said that Qiu Yi's mother is Russian. Didn't you see that his nose bridge is very high, and his outline is more obvious than that of ordinary people, and he is still very white..." Wan Fei said.
"Where do I look, he's covering up so tightly that he looks like he's out to rob a bank." Bian Nan stood up annoyed, "What's wrong with Bai, Bai is better than me? Men want to be so white."
"Xu Rui said it was called Yushu Linfeng." Wan Fei threw the bowl into the trash can next to it.
"Then you're pretty stupid, you chased Xu Rui so hard that you even tried to eat shit, why can't you catch up." Bian Nan leaned against the tree and grinned at him.
"We're not of mixed race," Wan Fei pointed back at Bian Nan, "Is it you who talk like this, can you still have a good chat!"
"What's so great about being a mixed race?" Bian Nan took a piece of chewing gum and put it in his hand, "I'm also a mixed race, we don't want to be a mixed race, my mother..."
When he said these two words, Bian Nan stopped suddenly. Every time he said the word "my mother", he felt a strange feeling that he couldn't describe. The indescribable feelings about his own mother made him stop talking. go down.
Wan Fei cooperatively did not continue this topic, and squatted down on the side of the road again: "After dinner with your father, go to my house tonight."
"Let's talk." Bian Nan suddenly lost the mood to speak.
The two of them squatted on the side of the road in silence for a while, when Bian Nan saw his father's Land Rover driving over, he kicked Wan Fei's ass: "Come on, let's take you to the intersection of your house."
Wan Fei knew Bian Nan's father very well, and after saying hello and getting on the bus, they had a lively chat. When Wan Fei got off the car, only Bian Nan and his father were left in the car, and the carriage was inexplicably quiet. up.
"What do you want to eat?" Dad broke the silence after a while.
"Whatever." Bian Nan took the CD bag and wanted to play some music. After searching for a long time, he found that the few CDs he had put in the bag before were gone. There is a symphony for Bian Hao to pretend to be.
He tossed the CD bag back in the backseat, turned on the radio and listened.
"Xin Yu was sorting out the CDs a few days ago, and she probably forgot to put back your CDs." Dad glanced at him, "I'll go home and look for it for you?"
"No need," Bian Nan smiled, "It's not a dish I particularly like. It's okay for me to take a car once in a while."
Only Bian Nan lived in the school, and the people in the car were basically a happy family of four.
Dad was also a little uncertain about what to eat, and drove around the city for more than an hour. Finally, Bian Nan sighed. He knew that Dad was looking for someone who hadn't brought Bian Xinyu and Bian Hao to eat before. The restaurant, when he was a child, he had trouble with this matter, and now he doesn't care about it, but his father has always paid attention to it.
"A while ago, did you go to eat mushrooms with Uncle Xu?" Bian Nan said.
"Yeah, the newly opened one is okay, the wild mushrooms are all shipped from Yunnan," Dad slowed down, "Want to eat?"
"En." Bian Nan nodded.
"Let's go then," Dad turned to drive towards Nancheng, "Aren't you a carnivore? Are you a vegetarian?"
"Coach Jiang said that I want to lose weight." Bian Nan randomly found an excuse.
"Does it matter if you play tennis?" Dad frowned. "Last week, your aunt said you seemed to have lost weight."
"I don't care, I can't run when I'm heavy," Bian Nan smiled. Dad said this to make him feel that Auntie cares about him, but he obviously weighed almost ten catties after the new year. This is too false. "She just walks the dog every day and shouts that she wants to lose weight."
"Where did you get this bad energy from?" Dad shook his head.
"My mother's place." Bian Nan said.
After saying this, Dad sighed, and the atmosphere in the car froze strangely again.
Bian Nan was silent for a while, feeling that he was a bit stupid, so he rubbed his nose and said again: "I have no money on my card."
This topic can effectively change the atmosphere, Bian Nan felt that every time he heard that he asked for money, his father would be very happy.
"I'll send you money tomorrow." Dad said immediately.
"Thank you, Dad." Bian Nan looked at his hands.
Although it was the weekend, there were not many people in the restaurant. Dad wanted to go to the private room, so Bian Nan pointed to the booth facing the street: "There, eating in the private room feels like negotiating."
"That's fine." Dad smiled.
After the two sat down, a waiter took two menus and put them in front of them, and asked, "What tea do you two want?"
"What tea do you have?" Bian Nan looked up at the waiter.
After this glance, he stared at the waiter's hazel eyes and froze.
fuck me? What fate!